The quiet howling wind that brought snow swirling against their window.
The lingering scents of citrus and vanilla intermingling.
The warmth beneath the blankets gathered effortlessly as warm skin brushed together.
Hizashi was in heaven. The darkness of their bedroom seemed to amplify the quiet sound of their brushing lips. The rustle of the blanket wrapped around the both of them as heat burst from the heaters to keep the room warm, but God knows it was hot beneath the blankets. His husband let out a quiet hum as he laid out on top of him; his weight far more comforting than their weighted blankets. From hip to chest, they rested against one another as he slid his hands along his husband's back gently.
Fingers rolling soothing circles into the tight muscles of his husband's back as they trembled with the man shuddering above him. He knew they should be sleeping; that they had a day of shoveling to get done tomorrow. That they had to look after Eri who would inevitably drag them into the freezing cold. That sleep was more important than staying up like this, but he couldn't find it in him to be the rational adult and insist on sleep. Not when the caresses of those full lips against his own had him eager for another kiss.
Another slid of those lightly chapped, plush lips against his. The quiet sound of his hands sliding over his husband's back was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom. Moving his lips against those full ones, they melted against his. Shaping to mold and curve against his to fill the gaps that his own thinner ones couldn't. He let out a sigh as he slid his hands down Shouta's back causing him to arch slightly. It had their chests pressing tightly together as his heart skipped sickeningly wit his stomach fluttering.
The rustle of his hair over the pillow was absolutely deafening in his ears. An identical sigh fanned out over his cheek with a hand cupping his left one; a thumb moving idly over his cheekbone in a gentle caress that had him melting into the bed. God, does he love this man. There was a rush that had him absolutely breathless as he slid his hands up and down his back lazily. The warmth of his skin soaking into him as Shouta's left leg tangled with both of his. Kissing the black-haired man never grew old.
There was an excitement, a delight in kissing this man that he couldn't get enough of. If he could, he'd spend his whole day with these lips on his. With Shouta's hands drifting over his cheeks and neck. Over his shoulders and biceps. He'd give anything to lose a day in touching this man who wanted him just as much. Needs him. He slid his hands along the slope of his husband's back when he began to use the tips of his fingers to trace idle shapes along the black-haired man's skin. Light touches that had Shouta shivering.
Loving the goosebumps that rose over it, he moved his lips against those full ones delightedly with that slow, lazy speed of theirs. The quiet whisper was deafening in the quiet around them as breaths fanned over his warm cheek with a sigh then fanning over his cheek. His husband's weight was an unbelievable comfort; something that had him melting into the bed. It was better than their weighted blanket. He traced his idle shapes over the warmth of his husband's skin as lips slid against his. He could kiss this man all day long.
All night long. He moved his lips in unison with Shouta's as he slid his fingers over his skin in soft shapes. Then smoothing his palms over the warmth of his skin. It had his husband shivering in his arms as the blanket rustled around them when he squirmed. There was nothing better than to curl up with his husband in the winter time. It was by far one of his favorite things; to be able to twist up with Shouta like this. When they were cuddled up to keep warm together only to find Shouta ran hot. Always had.
It either made sleeping a blessing or a curse. He didn't know which it was, but he adored it. He slid his hands over the warmth of his husband's skin again in idle caresses as he slid his lips against those full ones. Lightly chapped but so warm. They curved and slid against his slow enough for him to admire their warmth. To admire the way that they curved and fit with his own. How perfectly they fit together after all of this time together. It had him electrified. Had him utterly crackling with the delight that came with kissing his husband.
He knew that there were better times for this than close to midnight on a work night, but he didn't mind it. If neither could sleep and they wanted to kiss, then who was going to stop them? He wants nothing more than to melt into this man's embrace. To relish in the solid weight of Shouta sprawled out on his chest with black curls tickling his skin. Inhaling the scents from their shower earlier. God, he absolutely adores how long his husband's hair has gotten lately. How those wild curls bounced and swayed against his upper back.
How they spilled over his shoulders to lightly dangle above his areolas. Not quite to the middle of his back but he adores the length, nonetheless. He loves that his husband had long enough hair for him to play with the way Shouta played with his. He always adored twisting those black curls around his fingers but with how long they were now? It just made it all the better. He didn't see his husband growing his hair out to the middle of his back or to his lower back the way his own hair was, but he adored it's length.
It was beautiful and very fitting for his quiet husband. Skating his fingers over his husband's back, he traced them along the center of it coaxing his back to arch again. For his husband to squirm with a sharp exhale fanning over his cheek when he felt fingers tugging at a lock of his hair before pulling consistently with the tremble that told him his husband was curling it around his fingers. Curling and uncurling. It would be too dark to see it and especially with his lack of glasses there'd be no way to confirm it.
But fuck if it didn't have his heart leaping in his chest. He traced his fingers across the shape of a shoulder blade which had his husband's shoulders arching back allowing for it to pop up. He dragged his nails lightly, playfully, over the skin with the black-haired man squirming against him again. Twisting eagerly when that leg hooking itself tightly around his. He then smoothed his hands down the length of the black-haired man's back to the dip of his lower back. Loving how his husband arched into him.
Sliding his hands forward to caress the curve of his waist which had his husband humming quietly at him. A pleased sound when he dragged his nails lightly over the curve of his waist. Sliding his hands towards his lower back before sliding them down over the curve of his ass. Rubbing his hands over it had the black-haired man letting out a quiet sound in the back of his throat; barely audible but it was enough. Just enough to get heat flickering over his skin when his husband tugged sharply at his hair.
Curling, uncurling, curling, uncurling. He loves it when Shouta plays with his hair; it's what made growing it out so long all the better. Knowing that those fingers would gravitate towards it? It was what made it so exciting. He loves having his husband's hands twisted up in his hair. Holding onto it. Clutching at it. It was the fucking best.Sliding his lips against his husband's, he slid his hands over his ass again with a firm rub. Squeezing briefly at it, he couldn't help nor stop that old prick of jealousy when he slid his hands.
Rubbing then pausing as he held the black-haired man's ass ins his hands. It was big. God, did his husband have a nice ass. Something that filled his hands perfectly with just enough thickness to choke him when he was rimming him. When he was eating him out and his skin threatened to smother his nose as he panted desperately. He loves holding his husband's ass for at least there was something to hold as compared to his own. However, Shouta had become much more open with grabbing at his own ass.
In pinching, slapping, holding and squeezing it during sex. Even outside of sex, he found there was nothing more exciting than standing against the kitchen counter when his husband found him. When that hand would skate down his back to his ass where it would squeeze at a cheek before his husband was walking off to the bedroom. A coy sway to his hips that had him running after him without a word needing to be breathed about what the other wanted. It was by far his favorite thing his husband had been doing in recent years.
There was something so good about having that large, rough hand grabbing at his ass. Fondling it when lips trailed down his neck to his shoulder. When he got to watch that coy sway of his hips or the grin shot over his shoulder when he then ran off with himself in hot pursuit. When he got the black-haired man on his back with knees shoved up to his chest from the tease. When he was laying on his side with his leg held up as he fucked the black-haired man in his favorite position. One that he was more than delighted to give him.
Humming at the twinge in his lower stomach, he slid his hands over his husband's ass once again before sliding upwards to sweep them up his back. Loving how it had his husband squirming in his arms as he slid his hands over the rather dry skin of his. He pressed his fingers down to begin rolling soothing circles into his husband's back to release the tension settling there. It may only be a fast solution given how tense his husband would be tomorrow but what was stopping him from working out those knots now?
He pressed down firmly with slow circles that had Shouta shuddering with hips pressing down against him much like his chest. A tight press that he was more than delighted to accept from his squirming husband who sighed out. It was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom as that light tugging on his hair continued. He was more than happy to let the black-haired man take what he wanted from. What he needed. And if that just so happened to be a make-out session late at night with the lights off then so be it.
If neither of them could sleep, then what was stopping them? It's not like anyone could tell them not to do it. Since his husband had been staying at home full time once again, he was happy to keep himself inline. Keeping their sex gentle; lovemaking rather than the rough pounding his husband adored. Anything to keep the black-haired man from limping. Anything to keep them from being dragged into Nezu's office to be chewed out on their "harlotry". Anything to keep his husband from feeling shamed.
To avoid being polite but horribly roasted by the principle who would insist they keep their "bedroom activities" for the weekend. The last thing he needed was his husband snapping over something an overgrown rat had to say about them having sex. They hadn't had a talk on their supposed harlotry in quite some time and Shouta had all but threatened him to keep it that way. It was a promise that he could easily keep up. The last thing he wants is his husband to suffer more embarrassment than he needed to deal with.
Sighing out quietly to himself, he moved his lips against those full ones. Admiring the plushness of them as they pressed firmly to his own with fingers tugging at his hair. It had him melting beneath the black-haired man who was kissing him with such adoration, such warmth, that it had his breaths trembling slightly. Coming shallowly as he slid his hands along his husband's back that fluttered with his own trembling breaths. He could spend the rest of his night just like this. Stay just like this until the sun came up.
To kiss this man who so clearly wanted all the affection he could get from him. Kissing him so sweetly it had his heart skipping wildly against his chest as he slid his hands along the black-haired man's back with nails lightly grazing over him. And it had goosebumps raising over his husband's skin with a shudder running over the black-haired man. It had him squirming beneath him to get in a better position as his head pressed back into the pillow. His hair rustling deafening in his ears when it rubbed over the pillow case.
A sigh fanning over his cheek. Lips sliding against his as heat swelled beneath the surface of his skin. A lazy claw beneath leaving him flush when he moved his lips against Shouta's with that light smack coming intermittently. Loud in the quiet of their bedroom. Deafening in the darkness surrounding them when he c aught the light howling of the wind outside. The rattle of their screen in the window. Sliding his hands lazily up and down his husband's back, he slid his hands down to rub over the curve of his ass again.
Caressing the curve of it with his fingertips stretching down to touch the backs of his thighs the best he could before sliding his hands up his back once more. Sliding them comfortingly with his husband squirming in his hold. He loves it. God, does he love it. Sliding his lips against Shouta's, he pressed his with a firmness to those full ones. Delighted when he felt Shouta pressing back in return to his press. Firm kisses, albeit slow, rang out with that light smack from the change in pressure against one another.
He scratched gently at his husband's back when he felt hips pressing down slightly with a twitch against him that again resulted in another twinge in his lower stomach. He let out a shuddering breath when his husband began to rock his hips down against him. A subtle side to side that he was more than delighted to join in on as he arched his hips up to press against his husband. Rocking together, he slid his hands down his husband's back towards his waist. Sliding his hands over the curve of it in a gentle caress.
Then he slid his hands up the black-haired man's sides with a shudder racing over the man. His sides may not be erogenous zones like they were for him, but he knew they were sensitive just like his back. He slid his hands up and down, up and down, his husband's sides with the man squirming against his. Hips rocking together when he felt fingers tug at his hair sharply with an exhale fanning over his cheek. He happily kept his hips arched up as they moved together when he slid his hands along Shouta's waist.
The black-haired man squirming with him when he let out a sharp exhale of his own. He slid his hands back to sweep up his back once more with the man letting out a huffing breath. Shuddering when he felt his husband release his hair with a hand coming down onto his side. Sliding along it with fingers brushing over the fitted sheet, he shuddered when he squirmed beneath his husband who twisted with him. Squirming together with hips rocking as they pressed tightly together to one another with lips pressing firmly to his.
He happily slid his hands over his husband's back when he shuddered at the hand sliding along his side. The sweeping caress of that warm palm on his skin had his heart jumping in his chest. Skipping wildly when he happily followed along with his husband when he felt his lips speeding up slightly against his. Inching them past the slow and lazy speed they'd been settled at for quite some time. It had that spark of excitement twisting into his chest as tingles raced under his skin from that stroking hand.
Sliding over his side gently with fingers curling in to allow nails to drag lightly over his skin. God, it had him squirming beneath his husband who let out a quiet hum at him. Hips rocking, rocking, rocking together in that gentle side to side motion when the tingles racing under his skin pooled into his stomach. Feeding into the twinging ache in his lower stomach that wrapped down to welcome his crotch into it. About time, if he was honest with himself, as he'd been kissing this man for God knows how long.
He dragged his nails up and down his husband's back lazily. Careless scratches that had the black-haired man's breath hitching with hips squirming against his. Not quite bucking but God if he didn't love it. The rub of his husband's skin against his merely reminded him subtly of his second choice he wanted to bring up to his husband. A second choice of the list that he'd be glancing over the other night when his husband had been in the shower after his patrol. Something that, to him, had him curious.
He'd been glancing over it when he found his eyes falling on the same choice over and over before he forced his gaze to focus on it. It was written in his husband's cramped, messy scrawl but he could make out just what the black-haired man had written on the paper. Belly play. He'd never heard of belly play before, but it had piqued his curiosity. He'd been far too intrigued by what it meant that he had pulled his half open laptop in his lap. And, while his husband was in the shower, he had opened up his private browser.
With that curiosity in mind, he looked up belly play which had led him to another option. Belly kink. He didn't find much on the topic much to his disappointment save for a Quora question, a Wikipedia page, and a Reddit link. There were a few other links but nothing that was truly helpful. And God knows he didn't want to be caught on Pornhub by his husband who had insisted on no sex that night due to exhaustion. He understood it and God knows that the last thing he ever wanted was to offend or upset his husband.
To make his husband feel hurt or think that he was driving him to watch porn which wasn't the case. However, he clicked on the Wikipedia page where he found it somewhat tedious past the first paragraph or two. He'd exited out of it to which he had then clicked on the urban dictionary. He'd looked up both belly kink and belly play to which he read as many of the different definitions as he could until he got a semblance of an idea of what both meant. He had not a clue if he had a belly kink but he was more than willing to find out.
Especially when recently he couldn't deny that as of late, he had found his husband's softly toned stomach the object of his affection. Squishing and holding it, kissing and nuzzling it, had opened a door he hadn't known had been there. Had cracked it open without him having ever noticed he was so focused on his husband's stomach in recent times, but he was.It was honestly quite fascinating reading the little blurbs on urban dictionary before he closed it out when his husband came walking into the room in his towel.
That had been the end of his "research" into it for he'd felt confident he knew what he wanted. With the silly help of the blurbs on that website, he had a general idea of what he wanted from his choice. He knew it was a bit unethical and perhaps a bit weird, but he couldn't deny that he wanted to try it. Even if it was just kissing, fondling, and rubbing on his husband's stomach until he was satisfied with it. Even if it meant having sex in missionary just to feel that stomach pressing to his own then he was willing to try.
He didn't mind it at all, but he knew he'd have to run it by Shouta. To just see if the man would agree to it. After all, it was a rather simplistic idea. Rocking his hips up against his husband, he lightly dragged his nails down the black-haired man's back causing it to arch. Pressing his chest down tightly against his when a whine broke out of his husband when he dragged his nails over his lower back. Drifting them lazily up his back with the blanket rustling quietly from his moving hands and arms beneath it.
Sliding his lips against those full ones delightedly as he rocked up against his husband who whined at him yet again. Something he couldn't help but copy when he then nudged his hips up against his husband who squirmed. Twisting against him with the blanket rustling quietly around them as lips pressed fervently to his. A kiss that he was more than delighted to give back as he trailed his hands over that skin. The warmth of Shouta soaking into him slowly but gradually when he dragged his nails lazily, lightly, over that warm skin.
Tracing idle shapes that had goosebumps breaking out over his skin with his husband shuddering. Twisting against him firmly with hips rocking down against him with a firm press that had him groaning out. A pressure put against his crotch that was aching like nothing else as he arched up to keep up that firm press together. Rocking his hips giddily against the black-haired man's, his dick gave an interested twitch. That ache twisting into his lower stomach when his husband pressed down harshly against him.
Easing the ache of his crotch beautifully when he reached down to slide his hands along his husband's waist. Dragging his nails lazily over it had the man shuddering with his back arching slightly with their chests rubbing then pressing together. His husband was so undeniably, unbelievably warm in his arms as he squirmed slightly. Holding onto him, he nudged his own hips up then pushed insistently. He got his husband to roll with him as they flew over to his husband's side of the bed that bounced at their impact.
Their kiss broke apart with a smack, he rolled over on top of his husband who wheezed out a breath when he caught that dark gaze. It was hard to make out the emotion on his husband's flushed face in the darkness but God if it didn't get his heart absolutely racing at the sight of it. Although blurry, he could just barely make out the desire in those dark eyes of his. How black lashes fluttered in a quick blink with black locks spread over the pillow in wild curls. How beautiful they looked as black brows squeezed together slightly.
Lips parting slightly with Shouta's head pressing back into the pillow to tilt his face upwards with another blink before lashes rested on cheeks. And he happily leaned down to cover those full lips with his own again. Sliding against them without giving a second thought as those full lips moved with his. Both squirming with that desire to be closer, closer, closer despite knowing good and well that there was no closer to be had. He could dream, couldn't he? He could dream of a closeness that would satisfy his desire.
Rocking his hips against Shouta's, he pressed down firmly as he inched up past that slow, lazy speed of Shouta's that he'd set for something more casual. A bit quick but his husband didn't seem to mind it one bit as hips arched up to press firmly against him. Rocking quickly together, he slid his left hand along his husband's thigh while leaning onto his right forearm planted just below the pillows. With their hips moving quickly together, he slid his hand along his husband's thigh; up and down, up and down.
Caressing the exposed skin delightfully when he snuck his fingers up higher to that moving hip. Touching the tattoo that graced along its edge in that elegant scrawl he had memorized. He squeezed at Shouta's hip before sliding his hand up towards his waist. Along his side. It had the black-haired man inhaling sharply before it shuddered out of him with hips pressing up firmly against him. Rocking, rocking, rocking. It had his skin burning with a flash of heat that had his breath trembling in his throat.
Hands raised up to slide along his sides; sneaking beneath the hem of the tank top he wore tonight to slide over them with the quiet whisper of those dry palms moving over his skin. Deafening in the quiet of their bedroom much like the light smack of their moving lips. Those full ones melting to shape and mold to his like they'd never broken apart briefly. It had him sighing out through his nose when he then gave a playful roll of his hips. Breaking up his rocking but God knows it had his husband groaning up at him when hips then rolled up.
Grinding against him slightly to which he happily abandoned their rocking for a grind. One that had his toes curling beneath the blanket that was threatening to slipped off of him from his roll as blankets were pinned awkwardly beneath his husband. Hips rolling together to grind against one another, he let out a huff through his nose that was echoed by his husband. Squirming beneath him with hips pressing up firmly against him with tight circles being given when the black-haired man slid his hands along his sides.
His nails dragging lazily up and down them had goosebumps breaking out over him when he shuddered above the black-haired man. Pressing his hips down tightly to his husband's as he rolled them in tight circles that had the man whining out. A shrill sound in the darkness of their room when thighs pressed to his waist to squirm. Rubbing against it much to his delight as he pressed his lips against Shouta's harder. Firmer. Quick slides of those full lips against created that intermittent smack that rang out deafeningly in the darkness.
A shuddering breath fanned over his cheek when nails clawed at his waist with hips grinding up against him. Tight circles that he followed along with when his dick gave a volley of twitches with the excitement twisting into his chest. Leaving him utterly breathless as he ground himself down in tight circles against his squirming husband. Palms sliding over his sides before dragging nails down them to the flare of his waist. It had tingles racing to fan out beneath his skin that then to pool into his stomach.
A heat that flashed beneath his skin as he rolled his hips tightly against the black-haired man as he slid his hand along his thigh before sliding it up to his moving hip. Clawing at it had those grinds stuttering slightly with a shrill whine leaving his husband. And then his husband was bucking up against him sending a bolt of heat up his back. It had him exhaling shortly through his nose as he thrusted down against the black-haired man who twisted. Writhing beneath him at the thrust with a moan spilling out of the black-haired man.
A trembling sound that was utterly deafening in the quiet as thighs rubbed at his waist in restless squirms when nails raked down his sides. It had his back arching with a moan of his own leaving him far louder than he intended as his hips ground down against his husband. Tight, fierce circles being given against Shouta that were returned to him in tight circles that had his toes curling. His back arching as his dick gave another volley of twitches; a wet drop soaking into his boxers. Was he going to drip already?
He had not a clue, but the excitement was clawing its place into his chest, had his stomach dropping. Pooling with the familiar pleasure that grinding was giving him as his forearm slid over the bed with a quiet rustle. He can't get enough of this man. Morning or night time, there would never be enough hours to get his fill of Shouta. Never, never. He shuddered when nails raked up then down his sides before hands curved beneath his tank top to touch his back. Drifting his fingertips up and down along his spin.
Tracing idle shapes along his back with nails grazing over that sensitive area between his shoulder blades. It had his back arching slightly with a huff leaving himself as he ground himself down tightly against his squirming husband. His thighs rubbing restlessly against his waist in between his fierce upwards grind. It had heat snaking up his back that fanned out beneath his skin in a sizzling burst. Sinking down to run like magma along his bones as that desire twisted through him to clench at his bones.
A desire that had his hips pressing down harder against his husband as his dick twitched in a volley. Another wet drop soaking into his boxers as breaths hitched before beginning to race. Hands sliding along his sides had him squirming above the black-haired man who thrusted up against him with an impact that had him moaning. A low, throaty tremble when his husband ground up against him with tight circles that he happily gave back to the black-haired man. Grinding, grinding, grinding against his husband tightly.
Listening to the man huff out with that breath fanning over his cheek as Shouta's breaths raced in time with his own. Hitching breaths being taken as that smack rang out from the pressure of their hard, quick kisses as he moved his lips against the full ones. Giddy. God, he was getting hot. It had him shrugging the blanket off of himself allowing the cooler air of the room to brush over his exposed back. Hands wandered over it with nails dragging over his shoulder blades sent tingles racing down his back to pool into his stomach.
Feeding into that ache. Hips working to grind tightly against one another as his dick twitched excitedly in a volley with drops of pre-come beginning to drip into his boxers. The pleasure of their grinding had his toes curling tightly with his knees digging into the bed. His own thighs squirming slightly together while he ground himself in tight circles against the black-haired man. Hands slid up his back with a huff fanning over his cheek when fingers found their way into his hair. Twisting into it fiercely.
Yanking sharply at it, he shuddered with his back arching when his hips thrusted against his husband who groaned up at him. A low, throaty sound that snapped out of the man when he repeated his thrust against the black-haired man when he got a harder pull. It had him huffing out when he thrusted against his husband again. And again. The rub of that stomach against his own had his dick twitching in a wild volley with pre-come dripping idly into his boxers. It had him groaning as he slid his lips passionately against his husband's.
Kissing his husband harder when a hand pressed against the back of his neck. Squeezing at it. It had him all too eager to kiss this man with all the passion he had in him. All the desire that clenched at his very bones leaving him hot, hot, hot. His husband was twisting beneath him with hips grinding up against him tightly which he happily returned without a second thought when hips were thrusting up. Bucking hard forcing him to teeter before rolling with lips sliding awkwardly against his in a clumsy kiss.
Threatening to part when the black-haired man was rolling on top of him. The bed dipping from the dig of his knees into it with hips rolling in those tight circles against the black-haired man. He shuddered fiercely at the welcomed weight of his husband rolling on top of him once more as it pinned him down to the bed. He slid his hands along his waist where he coaxed his husband to slide his hips against him. An up and down, lazy drag of the black-haired man against him that had him moaning out.
Shuddering when he clawed at his waist. Loving the moan, it got him back from his husband who crushed his lips to his with fingers holding onto his hair tightly to keep up a consistent pull on his scalp. God, it had his back arching slightly with hips rolling tightly, fiercely against him as his breaths trembled with that racing speed. It had his dick twitching again at the drag of his husband's hips against him; back and forth, back and forth. It had heat sizzling under his skin in a burst that nearly robbed him of breath.
His dick twitched with that light throbbing when he arched up with a huff leaving him. His thighs squirmed together as his husband's knees dug into the mattress on either side of his hips. God, it had him squirming with that drool worthy drag of his husband's hips against him. With another sharp yank on his hair as lips crushed themselves against his, he felt that gush. It drained right down from his head as if frantic to reach his twitching dick that ached so fucking good. It had him groaning throatily at his husband.
He ground himself up against his husband who rubbed himself down against him so hard it had him moaning out again. Was Shouta dripping into his boxers? Or was he getting hard like himself? He had not a clue but God if that blood wasn't gushing to his twitching dick with an ache that had him gasping in as he clawed at his husband's waist. Twisting him close, close, close as lips slid against his fiercely with a desire that he answered in kind with his own. A hunger that was bleeding in like an undercurrent to that desire and passion.
The lust. It had him shuddering when he ground himself up against his husband who moaned out at him breaking off from the kiss with a gasp. He forced his lashes up to focus on the blurry face before him; redder than anything but so hard to make out in the darkness. Just close enough for him to make out the black-haired man's face. He was so beautiful. His vision may be awful and it may be dark but the desire to that gaze? The way that eagerness pinched at his face? It had heat ripping under his skin.
"Fuck me? Fuck me, Zashi, please?" Urgent. Tight. His husband's voice was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom with racing breaths being taken as he clawed at the man's waist again. Loving how hips dragged quickly to rub over his hardening erection that his husband then paused to grind down against. Rolling figure eights that had him pressing his head back with a moan when teeth nipped at his jaw. Racing breaths fanning over it when his husband whined. "Please? Please, I-I want you in me, love, so fuck me?"
"God, what a greedy little thing you are! Yo-You act like we didn't just fuck not even four hours ago, baby!" There was a squirm before his husband pressed down hard against him with those tight figure eights that had his skin blistering with heat when he groaned at the black-haired man who whined at him again. Shrill. Needy. It was what he loved the most about his husband. "You are so beautiful, yo-you know that? I may have sucky fuckin' eyes but you look beautiful, baby! You really need me that badly?"
"Yes! Yes, I ne-need you again! Always need you so fuckin' bad!" It sent shivers down his back at the low, urgent murmur of his husband's voice muffling itself against his jaw as hips rolled in tight circles down against him. He swore he could feel his husband growing hard with each drag and roll of those hips against him. It had him groaning under his breath when teeth nipped at his jaw again with his husband squirming above him. "Please? Please, fuck me, Zashi?"
It was beautiful. How desperate, how eager, this man could sound up above him. How his voice was amplified by the darkness around him when he took a shaking breath. Now. Now was the time to mention it, wasn't it? He wanted to play with that softening belly; to kiss and nip. Bite and suck. Work a few soft, delicate hickeys into his skin while he had the chance to do so. And so, he cleared his throat before squeezing his husband close. "Baby, do you kn-know what belly play is?"
"No, but I'm sure it's something off-off the list, isn't it?" His husband questioned as lips trailed over his jaw with fingers tugging idly at his hair. Curling and uncurling it? He shuddered when teeth nipped at his earlobe; the click of his teeth hitting off of his piercings was deafening. Then the black-haired man began to nibble at his earlobe while hips rolled in tight grinds against him as his hardening erection twitched. It sent sparks of oversensitivity up his back but God if he didn't fucking love it.
He couldn't help but feel it was too soon. They'd had their moment in the shower, twisted together, with the soap acting to slip against one another. Rutting, grinding, until finally he had the black-haired man heaved into his arms. His erection buried into him as they fucked under the shower head a mere four hours ago. It felt to soon but God if he didn't want too. "Be-Belly play is, um, just something simple! I'd literally just-just play with your belly, and we'd fuck missionary so I can feel it rub against him! You okay with that?"
"Mmm, it so-sounds simple enough! You really wanna play with my belly that much?" He loved having that low, husky voice in his ear; it rumbled so damn good when close to his hearing aid like that. It had him whining with a nod at his husband when teeth nibbled at the shell of his ear playfully. Hips grinding against him when he thrusted up against his husband who groaned quietly as he could. A choked sound that had him twisting eagerly when his husband pushed off of him.
Then his husband was flipping off of him much to his dissatisfaction, but he lifted his head from the pillow only to squint. Trying to fight his own shitty vision and the darkness shrouding his husband when he heard a shuffle before his husband was tapping his thighs. And he leaned over for find the man stretched out on the bed; his thighs spreading slightly with his fingertips drifting over his stomach lazily. The invitation all too clear. "Fuck, you are the sexiest little thing I've ever seen, you know that?"
"Mhmm, you sa-say it all the time! Now how about you get over here and do what you want with my stupid stomach and then fuck me, yeah? I bet you do-don't even have to fuck me with your fingers because of earlier, will you?" God, it had him groaning at that breathless voice of his husband's when he kicked at the blanket before crawling over to his husband. Wedging himself between his spread thighs, he slid his hands along his inner thighs which had thighs spreading wider. "I love you, Zashi, you know that?"
"I love you too, baby! So fuckin' much!" He then leaned forward to kiss that tattooed hip gently. Nipping playfully at it when he felt his husband hiss in a breath when he leaned down them to kiss at his crotch; at the hardening bulge there. Twitching beneath his lips with a small patch of pre-come having soaked into his boxers. He nuzzled his lips and nose against it before sliding his hands up to his husband's stomach. "I'll make you feel damn good, baby. I'll blow your fuckin' mind!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" There was a rasp to his husband's voice when he kissed at that twitching bulge when he slid his hands over his stomach. Kneading at the softening muscles that jumped in a vicious quiver beneath his hands. His fingers. He kneaded at that softening belly when he kissed at his husband's hardening erection again before sliding himself up to kiss above the waistband of his boxers. Right along his happy trail when his husband hummed softly at him. Encouraging him.
It was all too simple. All too easy. When he'd been reading those little blurbs of definitions, he'd had an image put together effortlessly in his head; a vision for this. For when he got the chance to praise this belly the way he wants too. God knows he'd spent nights in bed prodding and kneading his husband's stomach throughout the past two years as it began to soften ever so slightly as they neared their mid-thirties. He hoped his husband, at some point, grew a dad body. Something that he was eager for.
That he remained muscular but still softened like any father would around the edges. It was a strangely exciting thought that had gotten him off before. Sliding his hands over his husband's stomach, he kneaded at him; admiring the soft plushness to his stomach. To the outside view it was still very muscular but to the touch? It was nowhere near as hard as it used to be two years ago. As tightly muscular. He had not a clue if Shouta was putting on more weight or what, but he adores the softness to his belly.
There was something so fascinating about it even if his husband found it somehow embarrassing. Something that he'd admitted to him one night when he'd been kissing at his stomach, but he adored it. He adored all of these small changes to his husband. After all, it only meant that they were growing older together. Just like he'd always dreamed of when he first began dating Shouta. Kissing softly up his husband's happy trail, away from the waistband of his boxers, he kneaded at his soft stomach in firm pushes down.
Digging his fingers into the soft skin that trembled beneath his touch. Beneath his lips. He kissed his husband's navel with the scent of his soaps from their shower clinging to his skin. He'd been more than happy to scrub his husband down earlier before they'd had sex. Before he dragged the black-haired man up into his arms. Kissing softly upwards above his navel for the time being, he nuzzled his lips and nose into his husband's stomach. Loving the hitching breaths up above him while he needed his fingers into his stomach.
Grabbing. Squishing. He loved the way those muscles trembled beneath his lips as he kissed the black-haired man's stomach without lifting his mouth. Pushing his lips into his skin while he remained nuzzling at him with the black-haired man's racing breaths mingling with his own. Filling the silence as he listened to the quiet brush of his hands and fingers over his husband's stomach. Kneading gently yet insistently at the black-haired man's stomach. Squeezing at him with hitching breaths racing above him in the darkness.
He lifted his face from its nuzzled place to instead cover that softening stomach in soft, adoring kisses. Fluttering over his husband's stomach from his sternum down to the lower half of his stomach where his happy trail thickened before dipping beneath his boxers. And there was a strange rush to it; to being able to squish, knead, and kiss at his husband's stomach. Even before he'd seen those pretty little words on the list, he'd been dying to do this. He'd been itching so fervently just to do something like this.
Absolutely craving to cover this man's stomach in kisses but his husband was self-conscious about it. He was bashful about his stomach. He may not understand why but he could understand his husband's hesitation when it came to grabbing his stomach. When it came to rolling circles to massage it when his husband was stuff full, or his stomach cramped from too many drinks. When he was vomiting, he'd rub his stomach to soothe him. He could understand why his husband was an easily embarrassed man.
But he didn't see the reason to be embarrassed about his stomach. It was still toned, still muscular, but it was softening ever so slightly. It came with age, that much he knew, but Shouta refused to hear him out when he mentioned it. As if Shouta didn't like the idea of his body changing as he got older. But he'd show him; he'd give his husband's stomach all the love tonight that it deserved until the man was confident in it. Until he felt bold. Sexy. He wasn't going to let this man think a soft belly was going to put him off.
Kissing at his husband's stomach as he kneaded at the areas he didn't kiss at, he slid his fingers firmly. Rubbing at the soft muscles beneath his hands that trembled with his husband's hips squirming with a slight arch before they dropped down. As if he were forcing his lower half to stay down to the bed. He shuddered at the thought when his erection filled out; throbbing lightly, he pressed his own hips down to the bed for that pressure. Something to soothe the ache twisting into him as he kissed his husband's stomach.
Kneading. Squishing. Rubbing. Kissing. Nuzzling. He couldn't get enough of burying his face into that soft stomach as his breaths raced. His hips shifting to grind down to the bed as pre-come dripped into his boxers to make an absolute mess that would guarantee sleeping skin to skin tonight. No sense in wasting another pair. He kissed softly at his husband's stomach when fingers came down to thread through his hair. Holding it away from his face, he wished he had his glasses and the aid of their lamp light.
Anything just so he could watch his husband's face as he showered his stomach with all the love in the world. All the affection and adoration he had for it but there was something so exciting about being shrouded in darkness like this. In not being able to see his husband clearly tonight that he adored. He loved the whine above him, breathless, which had him growling when he gave a strong squeeze to the black-haired man's stomach. Burying his face into it, he kissed frantically at his spot as he kneaded at his husband.
Nuzzling his face into his stomach with the fingers in his hair tightening slightly with another breathless whine being given as he slid his hands along the sides of his stomach. Kneading. Rubbing. He lifted his face from his spot to kiss above his navel before opening his mouth up to cover the spot. Biting down, his husband yelped above him when he dug his teeth into his spot before suckling firmly at the spot. He pulled at the soft skin in firm suckles that were utterly deafening in the quiet of their bedroom.
He slid his hands over his husband's stomach with kneading slides that had muscles trembling beneath his hands. Sucking at his spot, he dug his teeth in deeply with the black-haired man whimpering above him. Fingers tightening in his hair as he continued his firm, consistent sucking. Pulling the skin into his mouth as he dug his teeth in gently with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. Working the hickey into his skin, he continued his kneading squeezes of the skin the best he could. God, he felt strangely enough like a suckling kitten.
It was an odd comparison but the only one his feverish mind could come up with. He popped off his spot then lapped his tongue over the teeth indentations that he left behind with a hum as his husband squirmed. Twisting. He then moved upwards higher on his stomach where he then bit down on his new spot. Sucking the skin into his mouth with a firm, consistent pressure when he began kneading along his husband's lower stomach. Sliding his hands up to just below his mouth where he rubbed firmly at his husband.
Massaging. Pressing down to roll circles into his stomach as he suckled at his spot firmly when he dipped his fingers into his navel. It was an odd thing, he knew, but from what he read online it was what others did. It was something he'd been curious about and God knows he found it weird to stick his fingers into the small hole, but he swirled his fingers. Trying to present that confidence as he sucked at his spot firmly with his teeth digging in deeply. Loving the low moan, it got him from his husband who stiffened.
As if he were keeping himself from squirming. It had his heart jumping in his throat as he slid his hands back down his husband's stomach which had hips rising instinctively when his fingertips touched the elastic band of his boxers. It had his blood running hot. He ground down against the bed with tight circles as his erection twitched in the sandwiched space. Pre-come dripping shamelessly into his boxers as he kneaded at his husband's stomach. He was far more excited for this than he'd realized.
He wanted to shower this man's stomach with the love it deserved. Just as Shouta had taken the steps to constantly show him love to his ass. Lifting his mouth from his spot with a trembling breath, he leaned down to the side of his husband's stomach where he bit down. Sucking the soft skin into his mouth firmly with his teeth digging down had his husband whimpering at him with fingers tightening on his hair. Clutching at it with a sharp, consistent tug on his scalp that had his back arching as sparks ripped down it.
A huff leaving him through his nose as he increased the pressure of his sucks. Harder. Digging his teeth in as deeply as he dared with his husband whimpering above him when he slid his hands over his stomach. Sliding them over the quivering muscles fervently with smooth actions; pressing down just enough pressure it had his husband groaning. He kneaded at his stomach in firm squeezes with a huff. Digging his fingers into the softness of his stomach which had goosebumps raising over his husband's skin.
He suckled harshly at his spot as he dug his teeth in, his fingers swirling circles into the black-haired man's stomach. Squeezing fistfuls of it to his hands when he could when he then slid his hand over with fingers swirling around his navel. Slow, firm circles before sinking his fingers into it again where he gave an experimental spread of his fingers. He hadn't watched those videos on Pornhub but the few tips he picked up from the scant resources on his private browser had been more than enough to give him a general idea on what to do.
Stretching his fingers out again to spread his navel, his husband gave a whimper of protest. Sucking firmly at his spot, he dug his teeth into his husband who damn near mewled above him when he spread his fingers again. Pushing at his navel to stretch it out before dipping his fingers in deep as he possibly could. He had no fear of his navel being dirty given the fierce scrubbing Shouta had given everything earlier. He could still smell the soaps on his skin. Taste them faintly as they clung onto him in vain.
He sucked at his spot when he spread his fingers out again before his husband's mewled whimper had him pressing his fingers together. Swirling them lazily in his navel before pulling them out to squeeze at that soft stomach. God, it was so plush. Had his husband gained weight? Or was it merely the muscles softening ever so slightly over the past couple of years? He had not a clue but God if it wasn't riling him up. If it didn't have heat flashing beneath his skin when he lifted his mouth from his spot with a trembling breath.
Moving down below his husband's navel. Right at the start of his happy trail to which he bit down and began to suck. Hard, firm sucks while digging his teeth in just enough to get the black-haired man moaning up above him with thighs coming together to tap lightly on either side of his head when knees pointed inwards. It had his hips grinding down firmly to the bed before he lifted them up. Sucking at his spot, he slid his hands up above his head to knead at the softness of his stomach again.
Squeezing, pinching, rolling. Rubbing his fingers into the muscles that quivered weakly beneath his touch as his husband whimpered with a squirm. The rustle of his movement over the fitted sheet was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom. He slid his hands over his husband's stomach with those firm squeezes and pinches that had the black-haired man squirming again. He wanted nothing more than to lap at that hardened erection but later. Later, later, later. For now, his husband's glorious stomach needed his attention.
Needed him to squeeze, hold, and knead the softness of it while he dug his teeth into his spot. Sucking firmly at the skin, he loved that quieter, choked moan that left his husband when he slid his hands up and down along his stomach. Pressing his fingers in to dig in just enough to provide comfort. Like he would with a massage of his right thigh. Along the stump when it was aching. He rolled his fingers into the softness of his stomach giddily with his hard sucks ringing out in the quiet of their bedroom.
Racing, shallow pants being taken by the both of them when nails scraped over his scalp. A sharp tug on his hair had his back arching when his hips jerked as to slam to the bed. To thrust down against it. He suckled at his spot with his teeth digging in when he lifted his mouth up. Then he lapped his teeth over the indentation marks of his teeth left behind; light. Not quite as deep but he didn't mind it when he began to drag his tongue around his stomach in a curving path to lap over the previous spots.
Dragging his tongue over his stomach then coming down to his navel where he traced the rim of it with the tip of his tongue. And he knew it would be weird; he knew his husband was going to question him in the morning. Was going to question it. But he'd be more than ready to talk about it in-depth if that's what his husband would want from him. He traced the rim of his navel once more before dipping his tongue into it as he covered it with his mouth. His husband yelped with a jolt when the hand in his hair yanked.
And despite it, he happily stayed in place. He knew it was odd. He knew it was strange. But he wanted to try everything he'd read online. He swirled his tongue into his husband's navel with a light suction that had the man squirming with a hitching, hissing gasp being taken above him. It was weird, he knew it had to be, but he was intent on loving every bit of him. If that meant dedicating some time to this heavenly stomach of his then goddammit, he'd do it. Anything to feed into this fantasy of his.
Kneading at the softness of his husbands stomach, he slid his hands down to his waist as hips wriggled when he swirled his tongue again. That heavy taste of soap making its way across his tongue when he then popped off of his navel with his husband whining at him once again. A shrill sound in the quiet when he then kissed the hickey forming beneath his navel before opening his mouth to press his tongue against his skin before licking his way down the lower half of his stomach to that twitching bulge.
Lapping his tongue across it, tasting that bitter pre-come soaking into it had him groaning when he lapped his way back over it up his happy trail. Right back to his navel where he lapped his tongue over it before leaning up to kiss him. Rubbing his hands over his belly that quivered and tensed beneath his mouth. His hands. Pressing kisses over his stomach, he bit down to the left of his navel which had the black-haired man moaning out. Fingers clutching tightly at his hair when he began to suck firmly.
Insistently at the spot while he dug his teeth into his spot as hard as he dared; biting down with his husband whimpering up above him. Something about the darkness made this all the better. He kneaded at his husband's stomach firmly with hard pushes down that had the man grunting quietly but God if it didn't add to the excitement. He kneaded, rolled, pressed his fingers down into the softness of his husband's stomach as he suckled at his spot. Digging his teeth into the black-haired man's skin earned himself a keening moan.
A shrill, needy sound in the darkness with fingers yanked sharply at his hair sending a bolt of heat racing down his back. He shuddered when he dropped his hips back down to the bed to grind fervently against it. He squeezed at the soft skin beneath his hands giddily with his husband whining shrilly up above him once again with another hand joining its twin in his hair. Clutching fistfuls of it as he suckled at his spot fervently with hands tugging at his hair. Fingers twisting and untwisting locks around them restlessly.
Shudders raced down his back as he suckled at his spot before lifting his mouth away to lap his tongue over the teeth indentations left behind. He was more than excited to see those soft blue marks on his husband's stomach in the morning. To see the hickeys that would glow against the paleness of his husband's skin. He kissed at his spot then began covering that soft stomach in kisses. Kneading, squeezing, rubbing. God, does he loves this man's stomach. It was an area his husband felt more self-conscious about but something he adores.
Softening or muscular, it didn't matter which it was but fuck if he didn't adore it. If he didn't want to praise this stomach until his husband no longer felt so self-conscious about it. Until his husband was confident with this new change to his anatomy. He sucked firmly at his new spot with hard pulls that had his husband twisting slightly beneath his mouth. Whimpering above him when nails raking over his scalp as he continued to squish his stomach. To knead at it. Fuck, it was perfect. Just like the rest of him.
He kneaded at his husband's stomach with hard squeezes that had wheezing breaths rushing out of his husband. He happily sucked at his spot with his teeth digging in and had his husband moaning out throatily with hands twisting into his hair. It had him shuddering when he suckled happily at his spot with his fingers digging into the plushness of his husband's stomach. What would it feel like rubbing against his own? He'd briefly felt it earlier during their shower before they'd turned in to go to bed together.
However, he'd been so distracted by the way their skin slid together slickly to fully appreciate it. He sucked firmly at his spot when he slid his hands down along his husband's stomach. A long caress down where he then curled his fingers into the waistband of his husband's boxers which he tugged out without that tease when he lifted his mouth with a pop from his husband's stomach. He lapped his tongue over the indentations he left from his fierce sucking when he coaxed his husband's boxers down from his hips.
Pulling them down to his upper thighs. Leaning back just enough to get that blurry sight of his husband's erection springing up to rest against his stomach comedically with a twitch. It was full, flushed, from what he could make out as it curved up to rest against his happy trail. He worked his husband's boxers down his legs to his knees then worked it down his left leg. Tossing them off the edge of the bed, he leaned down to kiss at his husband's stomach again. Fondling, squeezing and kneading at it.
Doing so until the muscles quivered as his husband's breaths rasped above him. Eager. It had him squirming as he kneaded firmly at his husband's stomach with massaging rubs that had the man shuddering beneath him. And then Shouta was moving to twist away from him to which he backed away slightly on his knees. There was a fumbling clatter but then the flashlight of a cellphone was turned on in a brilliant beam in the darkness. He squinted at the sight of it as he watched Shouta claw the drawer open.
Digging into it for the condoms and lube they'd stuffed in their earlier under the claim of going to bed after that first round. Four measly hours of sleep was all they got but he had not a problem with fucking his husband twice in one night. If that's what he needed, then that's what he got. What they both got. He happily squished his husband's stomach; admiring the slight roll to it with his twisted position. The curve of his back. He couldn't stop himself from leaning down to bite down on the tempting curve of his husband's back.
it had the man yelping but he suckled fervently at the spot. Hard pulls as he sank his teeth down into the skin with hands stilling. The light wavering slightly when the condoms were slammed onto the bed and the lube following after it as the light was then turned off. Suckling at his spot, he dug his teeth in deeply as he could without hurting his husband. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally break the skin. He suckled at his spot when he slid his hand over his husbands stomach to knead at it comfortingly.
All while he dug his teeth deeply into his husband's skin. Sucking fervently at it with goosebumps breaking out over the black-haired man when he then lifted his mouth up to lap his tongue over the spots. His husband rolled onto his back once again to which he brought his hands up to knead at his stomach. Kissing softly at it when his husband clawed at the condom box judging by the sound. The crinkle as a condom was ripped off the end and the light clatter as the box was tossed down. He kissed his husband's stomach giddily
Fanning them over the soft muscles with his hands squeezing and gently kneading at his stomach. Squishing it in his grasp. Digging his fingers into it; there was no number of time he could do it and not be fascinated. To not feel hot as his erection throbbed lightly with pre-come dribbling shamelessly into his boxers as he continued kneading at his husband's stomach. Kissing. Nipping. Nuzzling his face into it. He couldn't get enough. Surely Shouta would let him play with his belly again? Let him nuzzle, kiss, squish, and squeeze it?
Would his husband let him love on his stomach when he wanted from here on out? He can't imagine not being able to play with this man's belly as he squirmed and twisted beneath him. He nipped teasingly at his navel when he sat up then back onto his heels. Curling his fingers into the waistband of his boxers to coax them down with his husband's rasping breaths filling the silence. His own shaking pants filling the quiet as he worked his boxers down from his hips to his thighs when his erection sprung up.
The head dripping with pre-come as it shone slickly in the limited light of the bedroom as he shifted with a grunt to get his boxers down his thighs. His knees. His erection curved up to rest against his stomach with a drop of pre-come smearing onto his happy trail. He kicked his feet out to get them down the length of his calves. Getting them off of his feet, he sat up on his knees once more to crawl between his husband's spread thighs. Sliding his hands over those silky inner thighs then over his hips.
His waist.
Up to his stomach where he pressed down before kneading at his husband who let out a wheezing breath. He squished that stomach in his grasp giddily when he felt the sharp, wrinkled edge of a condom stabbing the back of his hand. And he happily took it from his husband to lift up to his mouth, biting on the corner then ripping. He spit the thin strip out then reached into the packet for the condom that dripped with lubrication. He listened to the crack of the lube in the darkness followed by his husband grunting with hips rising.
Thighs flexing slightly on either side of him then the slick sound of lube being spread. Reaching down, he grabbed himself to pull his erection from his stomach as he pressed the condom to the head of his erection. And taking his time with it, he rolled it onto himself; making sure his piercings didn't catch on the rubber, he eased it down. Careful over the shiny piercings of his before he was tugging it into place at the base. He then reached out with his slick hands to squish fistfuls of his husband's stomach to his hands the best he could.
Kneading at the black-haired man as he pressed down firmly getting another of those breathless grunts of his husband's when a slick hand reached up to grab his wrist. As if begging him to stop already with his hard pushes but he couldn't get enough. He wanted to push harder. Wanted to fondle, squeeze, and shower his stomach in all the adoration it deserves. Just like any other part of him. God, his husband may still be muscular, but he was softening up perfectly. He was like true putty in his hands.
He couldn't get enough of it. If his husband was gaining weight somehow, he didn't mind it. He'd support it. If anything, the idea of a chubby Shouta? A Shouta who had a little more meat on his bones to offset that thickness he currently had? It was turn on like nothing else. The idea of his husband, muscular but plush, strong but soft was a turn on he found himself in awe at. Had he always had this? Had this been what he'd been developing over the past two years as his husband's stomach softened and he hadn't been aware?
He at first thought it was merely because he adored squishing his face into his stomach, but it could be more than that. Regardless, he was determined to figure it out. He slid his hands down his stomach to reach beneath his husband only to find hands had beaten him to it with hands holding himself open. It had his skin ripping with heat when he then gently grabbed his husband's left thigh and rolled him onto his side to which he then settled down before him. It had the black-haired man gasping in delight when he grabbed at his erection.
Pulling himself away from his stomach. Fussing with the end before arching his hips forward to grind himself against the black-haired man. He couldn't see it, but he'd bet any amount of money that his hole was twitching. He felt a rush of heat hit his face in a fresh blush as he slid slickly against his husband's hole with racing, hitching pants being taken with each slick glide against him. His erection twitching in his grasp as he kissed at his husband's shoulder. Along the side of his throat in fluttering kisses.
He gently pushed at his hair with his chin to get it out of the way. Kissing at the side of his throat where he buried his face into it. Welcoming the damp touch of his husband's soft stomach against his own; it had his heart jumping in his throat at the squish of it. God, when was the last time they fucked like this? Since he had that softly muscled stomach pressed to his in something other than missionary? He huffed out as he slid his free hand along his husband's left thigh to curl it up around his waist.
The heel of his foot dug into his back to hold him close, close, close as he moved his hips to rub himself against his husband. Slick slides that had his toes curling in anticipation; it was always the fucking best when he knew his husband was ready. When they'd fucked mere hours ago and he knew his husband would still be "loose" from it. No need to wait. No need to fuck him with his fingers. No need to take it easy if they didn't want to. It had him groaning when lips came down on his with hands tugging cheeks apart further.
He squeezed at his husband's trembling thigh. He ground himself playfully against his husband slickly with shuddering pants being taken through noses by the both of them. He moved his hips to rub himself against that twitching hole with his husband's stomach pressed tightly to his. His erection stuffed between throbbed lightly; erratically. Dripping pre-come when his husband whimpered at him. He knew two rounds in one night weren't the smartest thing but God, he just couldn't help himself.
He didn't want to keep his hands to himself. He wants to fuck this man again, again and again. He was just as desperate to touch his husband. Just as desperate to be inside of him just one more time. One more. He slid his hand along his husband's thigh when the black-haired man whimpered with his stomach pressing tightly to his. His erection grinding idly into his stomach where it dripped slickly. It had him groaning when he pulled his hips back to press the head of his erection against the black-haired man.
And God, he didn't know if it was the force in which he nudged against him or the slickness, but he was slipping into his husband effortlessly. Quicker than he intended. It had him gasping in unison with his husband only for him to moan out at the heat wrapping around his sensitive erection. Sinking in, in, in with the black-haired man damn near mewling into the kiss. Whimpering with such delight it had his heart thudding against his chest with a sickening intensity as that leg tightened around his waist.
Hands leaving cheeks to twist into his hair when he found himself moaning louder; higher when inner walls clamped down tightly around him. He slid his arm beneath his husband awkwardly but God if he didn't care as he twisted his hand into wild black locks as he slipped into his husband. The heat. God, the heat had him melting the further in he got until his hips touched the black-haired man's skin. Bottoming out rather quickly with inner walls trembling then throbbing around his erection with a tight squeeze.
Tearing a snapping growl out of him. How effortlessly he fit inside of his husband; how effortlessly loose his husband was after their shower earlier. It had him burning, burning, burning up with his breaths trembling through his nose as he slid his hand along his husband's trembling thigh with a hard squeeze. Loving how those muscles jumped beneath his hand as he slid his lips against those full ones. Sharp smacks filling the darkness around them with ragged, racing pants being taken through noses desperately.
His husband gave a lazy forwards roll of his hips. Pressing up tightly against him with his erection twitching between their stomachs much like his own as those inner walls clamped tightly around him. It had him moaning out with encouragement as hips continued their lazy rolls; the way they arched forward to grind the weeping head of his erection into his stomach. The squish of Shouta's against his had him moaning out with his hand sliding along his thigh to curve backwards where he grabbed fiercely at his ass cheek.
Squeezing hard. It had his husband moaning back at him with hands tightening in his hair with arms squeezing around his shoulders. Fuck, he was melting. Those inner walls clamped down so fucking good around his twitching erection with a heat that was soaking into him. It had his hips squirming to join that lazy rolling of his husband's when he kneaded at the cheek in his hand with his husband whining at him. A shrill, trembling sound that had his pounding heart skipping when the black-haired man moaned at him.
Hips moving against his urgently much to his delight. As if he had been waiting for him to join in on his rhythm. He didn't mind it one bit as he ground his hips forward against his husband. Huffing through his nose as he held him close, close, close for the squish of that stomach against his. To have that throbbing erection grinding into his with shameless drops of pre-come smearing between them for a slick rub. It had sparks racing down his back as he ground himself forward against his husband giddily.
Delightedly.
He moved with his husband who squirmed in arms when he groaned at the squeeze of those inner walls around him. God, he was so hot, so hot, so hot. He shuddered when his husband tightened his arms around him again when he squeezed at his cheek. Palming at him with shaking pants being taken by the both of them when his husband let out a whimper. Hips rocking against his with that dripping erection grinding into his stomach had his toes curling. God, he could stay in this man all night long.
He could remain tucked in this heat that was squeezing him so fucking good when he felt hips pulling back slightly only to snap forward. He shuddered with a gasp through his nose when his husband pulled his hips back again then snapped forward in a shallow thrust. Squeezing tightly with enough force it had him gasping in again at the burst of excitement ripping into his chest when he rolled them over without thinking twice. Without considering fucking this man on his side. Not right now. Not this time.
He expected his husband to complain. He expected him to pull from the kiss to snap and insist to be fucked on his side. Instead, his husband hummed into the kiss when he rolled the man onto his back yet not a muscle was moved to stop him from doing so. Not a muscle used to keep him off of his back. No, no, instead those arms seemed to pull him closer. That leg wrapped around his waist tugging his hips closer with those squirming grinds being given when inner walls fluttered around him in a spasm before clenching.
Tight.
Hot.
With every second spent inside of his husband he was melting down to his damn core. His brain snapping off frazzled responses as the heat soaked into his sensitive erection. It was by far one of his favorite things about having two rounds of sex in one night. The sensitivity. His husband loved to dabble into oversensitivity in their free time but God knows he was hot. Blazing in his own skin at the heat wrapped around his twitching erection as it throbbed frantically when he balanced himself onto his right forearm.
His hand tightening on black locks which had his husband whimpering into the kiss when he then snuck his left hand between them. And he grabbed at his husband's stomach with a growl when he pulled his hips back slightly then snapped forward in a shallow thrust. It had his husband moaning at him then in that high pitch with hands tightening in his hair as he then pulled his hips back at that same depth then snapped forward with a slick squelch. It had him growling as he pressed his lips harder to his husband's who returned that hard press.
Passion burned into the kiss like nothing else. There was a hunger that he returned without a second thought. A heat that had his skin blistering with a flash as he pulled his hips back then snapped forward. Shallow. Slick. Inner walls clenched tightly around him with that heat soaking into him tore a low, snapping groan out of him as he slid his lips against his husband's. Kissing him with that passion and hunger. The desire and lust that was burning into the kiss. He needs this man so badly it was driving him insane.
Pulling his hips back then snapping them forward again, again, and again giddily with that slick squelch of the condom and lube rubbing together. It had his back arching as he kept his thrusts even as he could while remaining shallow. Cautious. Waiting for any sign of pain from his husband when he kneaded at his stomach but hips merely arched up. The black-haired man grinding his erection into his stomach with such shamelessness was the hottest damn thing. It had heat blistering underneath his skin.
God, it had him groaning lowly in his throat as he kneaded at his husband's soft stomach. He wanted him to gain weight. There was nothing he wants more than a soft Shouta; a man aged by time and food. A man who would be soft in his arms eventually. It had him crushing his lips to those full ones as he slid his hand over his husband's stomach with fingers pressing down firmly. It had another of those breathless grunts leaving his husband, but he happily ignored it when he hummed into their fervent, frantic kisses.
Sharp smacks ringing out when he twisted himself down tightly to his husband; pinning him down to the bed. It had the black-haired man gasping this time with such delight as lips moved hungrily with his. Passionately. Arms tightened in their curled position around his shoulders with fingers yanking sharply at his hair. Holding onto him with hips squirming when that leg tightening around his waist; the heel of his foot digging into his lower back to jerk him forward when he pulled back. Sharp. Quick. Shallow.
It sent shivers down his back to listen to the slick squelching of the rubber condom and the lube rubbing together. The light slap of their skin ringing out rhythmically into the quiet of the bedroom. The quiet groan of the mattress beneath them. The excitement to racing pants being taken through noses that fanned onto uncomfortably hot cheeks. The quiet, back of throat sounds leaving himself and his husband as he snapped his hips forward. Huffing as he gave those shallow thrusts into that wonderful heat.
Kneading at his husband's stomach firmly as it slid against his had him amazingly. It had him squeezing, squishing, rolling the black-haired man's stomach in his hand giddily as he rubbed over it in firm slides. Pushes against him that had the black-haired man squirming with lips sliding fervently against his when nails scratched at his scalp. Clawing for him to come closer, closer, closer. He kept his thrusts even as he could while remaining shallow with the light slap of thier skin meeting together filled the quiet of the bedroom.
It was strangely exciting to fuck his husband at night. When they were twisted up in the darkness of the room together with hands searching desperately for clothes to be shed. To fuck his husband in the pitch blackness where he could just barely make out the other man. When his glasses were off rendering him nearly blind in the darkness. There was something so unbelievably exciting about scenarios just like this. About being shrouded in darkness while he fucked the black-haired man. When they couldn't see clearly.
When they depended on touch. It had him moaning out as his slid his lips against Shouta's with that shared eagerness. That shared desire that was sizzling under his skin. The pleasure that was pooling into his stomach from the sparks of sensitivity as Shouta clenched tightly around him. It had him moaning loudly at his husband who moaned back at him with nails raking over his scalp as he kneaded at his stomach awkwardly. Slipping against his own, the heel digging into his lower back kept him coming forward faster.
Snapping his hips to dive into that heat that was strangling him so fucking good. Ohh, he swore nothing was better than his husband. Nothing could feel better. It had him twisting eagerly against the black-haired man as he kept his thrusts shallow. Snapping. Loving the way that those inner walls spasmed before clenching tightly around him while muscles quivered under his hand. The drag of that dripping erection and his husband's stomach against his own felt better tonight than it did any other night.
He couldn't explain why; he couldn't make heads or tails of it, but God knows he didn't need to figure it out right now. There was no rush for him to figure it out as he snapped his hips forward. The light slap of their skin meeting deafening in the quiet as he slid his hand over his husband's stomach down to the flare of his waist where he clawed at him. Huffing frantically through his nose, he snapped his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Listening to the whimpers and whines dripping out of his husband.
How excited he sounded. He knew Shouta had woken up an hour or so before him so what had his husband been doing then? Had he been lying in his arms thinking about this? Fantasizing about this until he also woke up from his own fitful sleep? It wasn't uncommon for nights to be spent like this. For someone to wake up to that horniness plaguing and then fucking the second the other was awake. The second the other showed interest in it. And God knows that as groggy as he had been when he put his hearing aids in.
Unbearably frazzled earlier. But now he was a happy participant of this. More than giddy to fuck his husband again and again. As many times as they could in one night without his piercings flaring up. Without worrying about the chafing rub of his husband's stomach to his own and the effects it'd have on his new navel piercing. Fuck, he forgot about that but God, he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Snapping his hips forward against his husband again, again, again, he pressed himself down tightly to Shouta.
Pinning him down to the bed where he got an enthusiastic moan from his husband who dropped a hand from his hair to claw at his upper back. Right between his shoulder blades. Oh, oh, if that didn't have heat snapping under his skin. If it didn't have his hips jumping frantically to snap forward faster, faster, faster into that clenching heat. If he didn't snap his hips back and forth with his husband squirming beneath him. Twisting with whimpers ringing with that excitement. That eagerness. A delight that had him blistering with heat.
Pushing up he broke the kiss with a sharp smack before lapping his tongue over his husband's full lips. A light swell to them from the kisses being traded both earlier and now much to his delight. Snapping his hips forward in one, two, three sharp thrusts that rang out with their slick squelches punctuating it. The slap of their skin meeting. It had his husband moaning up at him with such ecstatic enthusiasm when his mouth was opening up without a second thought. It was something he fucking adores.
And he happily dipped his tongue into Shouta's mouth before crushing his lips to the black-haired man's. Huffing out a sharp exhale, he slid his hand back up to fondle the stomach rubbing against his. The drag had his navel burning slightly from the friction to his piercing and he knew that was going to swell. It was going to be irritated in the morning but he ignored it. It was merely a small note of discomfort that he could think around. Especially when the sensitivity of his throbbing erection had sparks racing up his back.
Had pleasure pooling into his stomach with each snapping thrust he gave. God, he was insatiable for this man. He can't get enough of him. Not now, not ever, and he loves that thought. That this flame of theirs only burned hotter, brighter, each time they came together like this. It had him squirming as he twisted his tongue with his husband's which flicked at his piercing playfully. Nudging at it before swirling around it with a rub of that tongue to his which he returned without a second thought. God, he loves this.
He loves nights spent just like this rather than trying to abstain so they wouldn't get another talking too by Nezu. The last thing he needs is for his husband to be shamed like that again. He just needed to be careful. He couldn't go too hard on his husband for the fear of a limp. His husband was awful at hiding his limps but would anyone discern a limp caused by sex or one of his aching leg? If he brought his cane in then would anyone guess twice? It had him shuddering when he snapped his hips forward quickly.
Eager to bury himself into that clenching heat that was squeezing so fucking good. He shuddered as he began to lengthen his drawback; pulling back further, further, further then snapping his hips forward to hit against his husband firmly. IT had the black-haired man moaning at him with enthusiasm as his tongue twisted with his. Rubbing, massaging, flicking, twisting. It was an never ending movement of twisting tongues that he absolutely adores as he crushed his lips to those kiss-swollen full ones.
He'll never get enough of Shouta. There'd never be enough time during the day or the night to get his fill. Snapping his hips back and forth, he listened to the resulting squelch and slap of skin on skin. It was something that had heat clawing beneath his skin with flaming nails that left him absolutely sweltering. Had his forehead pricking with sweat along with his back. His hair swaying against it only to slither over his shoulders annoyingly but he ignored it. Happily so when his husband clawed at his upper back again.
One of those filthy, keening moans with that eager excitement all too abundant in the noise spilled out of the man. He twisted down against the black-haired man for that impossible pin down to the bed that kept his husband from squirming properly. Twisting. It had that moan cresting up in volume and God if he wasn't happy that their room was professionally sound-proofed. Not a soul but the two of them could hear the two of them. And that was an exciting notion that he loves. To be as loud as they want while fucking?
It was the fucking best. TO have sex freely with his husband without worrying about volume was always the best. Even back in their old apartment there was no chance of loud sex when their neighbors would complain. Twisting his tongue with his husband's, his lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks as his brows came together tightly with his knees digging into the bed. The springs groaning quietly beneath them as he snapped his hips forward faster. Harder. Giving into that silent voice screaming in the back of his head.
It howled for him to bury himself into that clenching heat the second he pulled back. To dive forward the second a bit of him slipped out to slam back in. To stuff himself to the hilt into his moaning husband. It was a compulsion. An order. A demand his body made that he was helpless to fight against as he snapped his hips forward. Huffing through his nose when he had the chance to focus on his breathing. He clutched at his fistful of black curls delightedly with his husband whining with that euphoria.
With pleasure. He kneaded at the man's stomach that dragged slickly with his erection throbbing against his stomach. Dripping, dripping, dripping. The man was so hard he didn't know how he wasn't howling for him to touch it. For him to call attention to it. Instead, he squeezed at the softness of his husband's softly toned stomach. He adores it. Adores, adores, adores it. His husband was so strong but the idea that he was softening despite his hours at the gym? It was the fucking best. He absolutely loves it.
He knew it was his husband's sweet tooth couldn't be helping anything even if they were had in moderation. Regardless, he could squish this stomach all night long. It had him moaning into the kiss as he slid his tongue in a slick rub over his husband's who rubbed back. Massaging their tongues together as he snapped his hips faster. Harder. Slamming forward with the deafening clap of their meeting skin ringing out like shots of sound in the darkness. Deafening. Undeniable. He slammed forward into that heat giddily with his husband.
Huffing with tiny twists and squirms being given but he kept up that push down. His knees digging into the bed to keep himself stable; to keep moving his hips as he slammed into his moaning husband. It was then the hand on his upper back was clawing at him as if to drag him closer even if it was impossible. The burning lines left behind had his back arching with a keening moan of his own. Jerking his hips back further, further, further then slamming forward into the black-haired man again, again, again.
Shouta was writhing the best that he could in his pinned position down against the bed. It was fucking exciting. Everything about this late night rendezvous was fucking exciting to him and it had his blood sparking through his veins. Boiling from the heat. He panted desperately through his nose as he twisted, slid, and massaged his tongue to his husband's. Pressing their lips together fiercely, he tightened his grasp on the black curls which had his husband crying out when he gave a hard, awkward pull.
He pushed his fingers down to squish the black-haired man's stomach with his left hand which had it quivering beneath his touch. Rubbing against his own. He was burning, burning, burning. It was lighting him aflame to feel that stomach rubbing against him. To feel the shameless grind of Shouta's erection against his stomach. Dripping pre-come shamelessly between creating a slick mess that had their skin rubbing together. The friction burn of his navel piercing forgotten with the pre-come smearing to create a light layer of lubricant.
He'd bet anything if he pulled away right now there'd be glistening strands of pre-come connecting his stomach to his husband's dripping erection. Ohhh, now that was a thought that had shivers racing down his back. Would there be? He wanted nothing more than to know but he couldn't pull away. Not yet. He could always find out later if need be. He slammed himself into the tight heat of his husband's hole again, again, again. Desperate. Eager. Wanting nothing more than to make his husband feel good.
It wouldn't be good if he didn't. But he had the sneaking suspicion of just how good his husband felt if the tightening squeeze of those inner walls meant anything as he gasped through his nose. If the throbbing twitches his erection gave in its sandwiched position between their stomachs meant a damn thing. It had him moaning when his husband damn near mewled as their tongues twisted together fervently. Rubbing together slickly with his piercing clicking off of teeth deafeningly in the quiet.
The huffing pants being taken through noses desperately. The slaps and claps of their skin meeting. The groaning bed. The light taps of the headboard hitting the wall lightly. Rhythmically. The slick squelches that punctuated each thrust he gave as his husband's heel dug into his lower back coaxing him to come forward harder. Faster. The moans, groans, whines and whimpers spilling shamelessly out of the both of them. The airy back of throat sounds that didn't quite make it out. God, those had to be his favorite sounds that his husband made.
It had him shuddering as he slammed into his husband faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder. He couldn't stop himself. He knew he needed to be gentler on his husband before the work day tomorrow but he just couldn't stop himself. It was like a feverish heat was twisting into him leaving any rational thought from forming. It had him panting desperately when he flicked his tongue at Shouta's before lifting his mouth away from his. Gasps being taken by the both of them when he kissed at his husband's feverish cheek in a frenzy.
Moving down to his jaw. Listening to the quiet sound of his lips fluttering over the stubble of his husband's cheek and jaw. Shouta's head then pressed back to offer up his throat which he happily dipped his head down to kiss at. Fluttering, frenzied kisses up below his jaw where that pulse point was fluttering wildly as he kissed it. Moving his lips down his throat to kiss at the gentle curve of his Adam's Apple then nipping at it causing it to bob with a swallow. He then panted into his husband's throat as he kept his face there.
Slamming his hips forward with that desperate need to bury himself into the black-haired man faster, faster, faster. To bury every inch of him inside of the moaning man beneath him who tried his best to squirm and twist. To writhe until he broke free, but he knew if his husband truly wanted to break free then he could. He would. The heel in his lower back dug in to jerk him forward as he lengthened his thrusts once again. Pulling his hips back until the head rested slightly within him before slamming forward.
God, they hardly had sex back to back due to the chafing irritation to his navel and the new piercings to his dick. However, he couldn't deny that tonight was a much welcomed difference. To have Shouta allowing sex not once but twice? It had him giddy. He would be damned if he asked not to. Slamming himself into that rhythmically clenching head, he clutched at those black curls fiercely when he dragged his nails over his husband's stomach to his waist. Loving the snapping, guttural moan it got him in response.
Coming forward harder. A momentum that had the headboard of thier bed lightly hitting off the wall. It didn't matter, matter, matter. It's not like their children would hear them. Not a soul would. He huffed as he slammed into his husband hard, hard, hard as he clawed at his waist when he began to work his hand free from those black locks. A precaution when he freed his hand when the black-haired man moaned deafeningly with that leg then curling from his waist. His foot planting to the bed much to his confusion.
Hips then slammed up against him fiercely with his husband surging forward causing them to flip. He was flying over quickly when his back hit the bed with a squeak of a spring. And his husband was flipping over on top of him to straddle his waist much to his delight. His view was blurry, and it was hard to make it out in the darkness but God if his husband didn't look beautiful. If he didn't look like the sexiest thing in the world with the way his hips moved before his knee and stump dug into the bed.
And then his husband was bouncing; ohhhh, he was bouncing with such enthusiasm. Such speed and strength it had him absolutely breathless when he felt the bed beneath him bouncing lightly in time with his husband's movements. It had him moaning as he slid his hands along his husband's flexing thighs as the black-haired man swung his hips up high, high, high then slamming down hard, hard, hard. It had him moaning as he threw his head back into the pillow with his hair rustling over the cover deafening in his ears.
How he wished he could see him. How he wished he had that crystal clear vision his husband had. Anything to watch how the black-haired man bounced himself on his erection but at the very least he had touch. He had feeling. And God if those inner walls didn't clamp down tight around him as Shouta swung his hips up then dropped down hard. Riding him fast. Hard. It had him moaning at the thought of those black curls flying around his shoulder. The idea of the way his back would arch ever so slightly.
The slick mess between their stomachs as his husband straddled him and the thin glistening strands of pre-come that would connect them before breaking off. He could feel that fluttering in his lower stomach as he gasped with his hands curling to clutch at his husband's waist. Coaxing him up high then down harder which had the black-haired man moaning when he clawed at his waist. There was an excitement in not being able to make out his husband in the darkness through his blurry vision. To merely go by touch and feel.
He clawed at his husband again as he jerked him down faster, faster, fast. Slamming his hips up against his husband who squirmed above him with a keening moan tearing out of him when he felt hands pressing down against his chest. Nails clawing at him with fingers brushing past his nipple piercings. His navel piercing was on fire, but he ignored it. He'd ice and clean it afterwards. For now, all he wanted to think about was that heat soaking into him. Wrapped around his throbbing erection that twitched frantically.
It had inner walls clamping down tight. Clenching around him for all their worth as his husband bounced himself quickly with that push on his chest being his stable force. God, he loves it. He loves that they could just jump right into it after having sex earlier. When his husband was still stretched out that they didn't need the song and dance of fucking him with his fingers but God if he didn't plan on doing it eventually. If he didn't look forward to the next time, he could make this man writhe as he fucked him with his fingers.
Holding onto his husband's waist as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast, it felt damn near blinding. That fluttering in his stomach was twisting into a spark that had him gasping in a breath. He couldn't help feeling a stab of embarrassment at the thought he could get so close so fast, but he was sensitive. Unbearably sensitive and God if those inner walls weren't clenching him just right. It had him throwing his head back with a moan as he slammed himself up into that heat; meeting his husband's bouncing rhythm the best he could.
Jerking him down while hands pushed off his chest. There was a frantic need to get there. A frantic, feverish need to touch this man. To go harder. Faster. As if there was something to prove to one another even if he didn't need it. Not when his husband was riding him so fucking good it was leaving him gasping. Moaning breathlessly with his hips squirming before slamming up into the black-haired man. And ohhh, if it didn't have his husband wailing out then shrilly with hips slamming down against him then lifting up.
He slammed up which had that wail cresting up as his husband began to move himself faster. Impossibly fast bounces that slammed down to his pelvis that had him bouncing with the bed. It had him moaning at his husband desperately with his erection throbbing as that spark twisted into his lower stomach viciously. It was embarrassing but God if he didn't love how every damn bounce brought him closer. Had him twisting, squirming, beneath the black-haired man when he slid his hands up to knead at his stomach.
How riled up tonight had gotten him was amazingly ridiculous but God if it wasn't fucking hot. He panted raggedly as he slammed up into his husband again, again, again causing the man to jolt and jerk above him with pleading whimpers. Hitting at his prostate, if he had to guess, and God if he didn't delight in slamming up against him. If he didn't find it fucking hot that while he couldn't see, he could just imagine those teeth digging into his lip. The way his head would fall back to reveal his throat to him.
How his husband's back arched to push his chest forwards as his own hands dug into his chest. Fingers flicking weakly over his nipples with sharp clawing lines left behind. So good, so good, so good! God, he can't get enough of that molten heat wrapped around his sensitive erection that throbbed erratically. Frantically. He twisted with gasps as his head pressed back to the bed with that spark twisting into a knot. A sensation that had him clawing up that mountain whether he wanted to or not at the moment.
It had him clawing at his husband's stomach without intending to with a needy moan falling out of his husband. A shaking, desperately wanton sound that had his stomach flipping. Had his skin ripping with heat when he let out a wanton groan of his own as he squeezed at that flexing stomach. He clung onto his husband with his hips slamming up to pound himself into that contracting heat that was clenching tighter, tighter, tighter. It had him working harder to move his hips when he let out a snapping moan.
It was echoed by a desperate, filthy moan from his husband. It was porn-star quality, and it sent shivers down his damn back. Had his heart hammering against his chest as he bit at his own lip with his thighs shaking. His feet pressing desperately into the bed as he felt a faint ache in his shaking thighs. An ache that came from more than one orgasm; a silent warning that he couldn't do this again. That he shouldn't if he wanted to limp. It had him moaning delightedly at the thought as his toes curled tightly.
He found himself clawing up, up, up to the top of that mountain. His husband's bouncing had a frantic, eager edge to it as nails dug into his chest with huffing pants being taken above him. Racing. There was a new speed to them that matched his own as that anticipation twisted tightly into him. He wants to come. He wants Shouta to come with him. It had his pants racing with anticipation. Excitement. Ohhhh, he was right there. Right there, right there, right there! God, it damn near had him drooling at the thought.
Slamming up tore another of those sweet, shiver worthy wails out of his husband who clawed at his chest again leaving burning lines over his areolas. It had him growling at the black-haired man; a snarling, snapping sound that had the man whimpering pleadingly. Needy. Excitedly. He wanted to say something. Anything. To make the moment hotter than it needed to be but he couldn't help but breathe out a wheeze when he slammed himself up into the tight heat. He couldn't think properly.
Couldn't breathe with those hands pushing and clawing at his chest fervently with his husband writhing above him. Hips slamming down to hit against his pelvis each time had him clawing at his stomach before sliding his hands to his waist. Twisting him in hard yanks down to his pelvis as his erection throbbed. His teeth digging fervently into his lip with pain spreading down to his chin as he pounded himself up into his husband who wailed above him with a rustle as his husband's legs spread wider.
He lifted his hand from his waist to grab at his husband's erection; curling his fingers around the slick, dripping length to stroke him fast, fast, fast. Curving his hand just like Shouta liked. Twisting. It had the black-haired man thrusting shamelessly into his hand with gasps being taken by the both of them when he felt inner walls beginning to tighten around him consistently. Clenching tighter, tighter, tighter around him to which his teeth dragged over his lip as his mouth fell open on a howl. A trembling burst of volume.
Pressing his head back fervently to the pillow when he was teetering over that edge. Falling. His world shrinking to a hot spot where nothing mattered but this heat. This rush. Where no one mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. Howling his name like the chant it was; shouting, wailing, howling. He slammed his husband down faster; harder. Slamming him to his pelvis as be pounded up when tingles raced up his shaking thighs that ached with the tensing muscles where that orgasm then exploded into his stomach.
His howl crested higher, higher, higher until he heard the frames rattling. The lamps trembling over the wood of their bedside tables as drawers rattled in their place. He choked it down when his husband wailed above him with hands clawing at his chest when he clenched his jaw tightly as he stiffened. Shaking, shaking, shaking as that white-hot heat slammed over him. Choking him. He was drowning, drowning, drowning under the waves that lapped at him. The heat blistering through his veins to make his blonde boil through it.
He swore he'd never come so fast in his life. It was honestly mortifying but his husband didn't seem to mind it. If anything, he forced his hand to keep moving even as that white-hot heat lapped at him. Choking him. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. A drop of sweat ran down his temple to soak into his hair. Then another drop slipped down his forehead. He let out a choked sound from the back of his throat as he clung to his husband who was rocking his hips frantically. Squeezing tightly around his erection but he wasn't coming.
Not yet. And so, he stroked faster, faster, faster as that blistering heat rushed out of him leaving him shaking in its absence. He was exhausted but his husband hadn't come yet. He was throbbing erratically in his hand with pre-come dribbling over his fingers. Along the underside of his erection. Dripping, dripping, dripping. He knew his husband needed a little more. He may not be as sensitive as himself, but he was more than determined to put in as much time as necessary to make sure that his husband came.
Shouta leaned forward with his hips rocking quickly with a whimper falling out of the black-haired man. Pleading silently for him to help. He stroked his husband's erection quickly with twists and carves over the dripping thing throbbing frantically in his chest when he licked his lips. Shuddering at how those inner walls clenched around his twitching erection that was softening rapidly when he squeezed at the erection in his hand. Stroking with curves and twists over his shaft, his husband leaned forward to bite at his jaw.
Hips working quickly to rock with jolts and jerks running over his husband as his softening erection nudged his prostate. He slid his hand along his erection when he kissed his husband's feverish cheek. A bead of sweat smearing beneath his lips as he stroked his husband quickly. Leaning in, he nipped at his husband's earlobe sharply with the click of his teeth hitting off those four studs of his husband's. Deafening in the quiet around them. Just a little more. That's all it would take for his husband who was harder than anything.
"C-C'mon, pretty boy, don't you wanna cum? Wanna cum for me?" His husband damn near mewled with an eager nod as hips worked faster. Faster, faster, faster with racing pants fanning over his ear when he nipped at his husband's earlobe again with his hand sliding over that erection slickly. He was close. He knew his husband was close, but it was a matter of getting him there as he stroked him quickly. "That's my go-good boy, huh? You gonna cum all over me? Go-Gonna make a mess of me?"
"Yes! Yes, yesss! Wanna cu-cum! Wanna cum so bad, Zashi! Mmm! Lil' more! Just ne-need a lil' more!" His husband whimpered with hips rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with inner walls clamping down tightly around his softened dick when it twitched. He stroked his husband fast in time with his rocking hips even if it sent sparks of overstimulation racing up his back. "Mmmn! Mm! Go-Gonna cum! Gonna cum so ha-hhhard! Ah! Nnnn! Yes! Zashi, Zashi, I lo-love you!"
"I lo-love you too, baby! Now cum for me, yeah? Cum all over me? You wa-wanna be a good boy and cum fo-for me?" The black-haired man thrusted into his hand shamelessly with a keening whimper when he squeezed at that throbbing erection tightly as his husband's racing pants fanned over his ear. Deafening in it. Clawing at his chest desperately with hips thrusting into his hand shamelessly. It was fucking hot how shameless his husband got. How bold, careless, and sexy he was when it came to orgasming.
When it came to being a good boy for him. He knew those words would affect his husband and it had him biting back a smirk as hips rocked frantically. Thrusting into his hand with that shamelessness when he brought his other hand down to gently cup his husband's balls. Rolling in quick, firm circles that had the black-haired man moaning shrilly at him as he squirmed and twisted above him. Restless with shaking pants being taken by his husband that raced with anticipation. With hope. Stroking in curving twists.
He happily jerked Shouta quickly kneading rubs to the stiff shaft in his hand. Stroking, stroking, stroking. Doing his best to get his husband there when the black-haired man mewled in that needy, wanton pitch that had his blood flaming with heat. Had him boiling in his own skin when the black-haired man was stiffening. Tensing up with thighs shaking and then his husband was moaning shamelessly. Desperately. A slurred chant of his name leaving the black-haired man as he thrusted into his hand shamelessly.
He shuddered at the hot spurt of come splashing onto his stomach. Up near his chest. Coming, coming, coming. Rope after rope of come splattering onto his skin with its feverish heat but God if he didn't care. If he didn't fucking love, it when his husband rocked into his hand with desperate thrusts as he moaned delightedly. Over and over again. Like his bones were all breaking. As if he were the greatest thing his husband had ever experienced, hips stopped their rock to change out for a grind when his husband groaned.
He stroked the black-haired man through his orgasm with that groaning cresting into a whimpering at him. Damn near mewling. It had his blood burning through his veins as he stroked slower with a firm squeeze to the throbbing shaft in his hand. Damn near pulsing with each line of come that left his shaking his husband. It was hot. It had his softening dick twitching slightly when inner walls clamped tightly around it causing him to whimper shrilly himself. His husband shuddered then when he paused his grinding
Hips instead thrusting weakly to help aid the spurts leaving him. Hot, hot, hot. God, everything about this was so fucking hot he didn't know what to do with himself. He shuddered with his husband at the thought of turning the light on. The thought of seeing the red claw marks on soft skin. His husband shuddered then with a shaking sigh leaving him as he slumped forward. Come smearing between their stomachs but he didn't mind it. He didn't mind it at all. In fact, he found it fucking hot to have his husband come on him like this.
It was something that could effortlessly be cleaned up soon as they had the strength for it. He reached his hands down to cup his husband's ass gently with a whimper as inner walls spasmed and clenched around his flaccid dick. He coaxed his husband's hips upwards slowly but surely until he was slipping out of the man with a vulgar squelch. Then he turned to lay his husband out on his back with a quiet grunt leaving the black-haired man when he reached over for the spare pack of wipes in the drawer.
He tugged the drawer open, feeling blindly before tugging them out before he then he reached up to flick the light on. Both jolted at the sudden soft golden spreading over the blanket as he clawed open the wipes. Tugging a few out, he got to work on swiping at his husband's stomach. Using a clean wipe to scrub gently at his stomach with suds popping up beneath his fingers. He then tossed them into the trash beside the bed. Reaching down to tug the filled condom off of himself with a grunt at the slippery thing.
This time he spared himself the attempt to tie it off and instead dropped it into the trash. Using a few wipes on himself, he scrubbed his dick and stomach clean while being mindful of his burning navel ring. Too much friction. He winced but got his stomach clean when he tossed the used wipes into the trash with a hum then turning to his husband who had black lashes drooping in that half raised position. As if he were tired from the sudden rush of sex. He wouldn't doubt that he was. Hands then raised up towards him.
Fingers opening and closing as they beckoned him to come closer with a whine leaving his husband. Pleading with him to come closer. Reaching up, he tugged his hearing aids out then shut them off before tucking them into their case. Turning the light off, he reached for the foot of the bed for the blankets then heaved them up over the both of them as he slid to lay out on his side when his husband rolled. Putting his back to him but he didn't mind it; he knew his husband wanted to spoon. It was one of their favorite cuddling positions.
Scooching closer under the blankets, he wrapped his arm around his husband's waist and his other arm stretching out beneath his head and the pillow. Fingers poking out that his husband played with slightly when he felt Shouta cuddling back into his hold. He happily cuddled himself closer as he kissed his upper arm and shoulder before leaning forward to nuzzle feverish cheeks together. Kissing at the side of his head and ear gently before nuzzling his neck gently as he tightened his hold on his husband.
Holding him tightly to his chest with a soft hum, or at least he hoped it to be soft. He buried his face into his neck with his lashes drooping down before fluttering shut as he let out a sigh. Fingers knitted themselves between his to squeeze gently at him. He tightened his arms and hands on the black-haired man cuddled up to him. Spooning Shouta was always the best after sex like this. He curled his legs up slightly to press his knees behind Shouta's left knee and lightly against the back of his right thigh.
Clutching the black-haired man to his chest, he felt their conjoined hands being lifted from his stomach with lips pressing to his fingers. Knuckles. Right above his wedding back then to the back of his hand when he kissed at the side of his husband's neck before resting his head against his as he shut his eyes. It was a damn good cuddle with hands tightening on his with thumbs stroking the backs of his hands. He moved his own thumbs then against the backs of his husband's hands as he kept his head pressed against his husband's.
Black curls tickling his sweaty face. In the morning, he'd do his best to pamper Shouta before work. He'd give him a damn good morning and that sounded perfect to him. He'd make his husband happy before they went off for work after this quickie of theirs. The man deserves some pampering, and he was prepared to give it to him. He swore he'd do it. Anything to show his appreciation, love, adoration and gratitude to this man who put up with him on perfect nights like these. Nights spent loving him this way as well.
There was a squirm of his husband's before he got three gently squeezes to his hand. A silent 'I love you' that they had performed one too many times at night when he didn't have his hearing aids in. It was a rhythm he knew anywhere. And he found himself smiling even as he drifted lazily in his own head when he returned those three gentle squeezes back to his husband who cuddled into his arms. How he loves this man! He choked that adoration down but he nuzzled at his husband. Tomorrow he'd gush over him.
For now, they needed sleep.