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

by CrypticBeans

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

10. It's (Not) An Accident

Shouta likes to tease. There was a rush, an exhilaration, when it came to teasing Hizashi. He had not a clue what it was; if it was the way he sucked in his lips or the crackle of light in those green eyes warning him to stop. If it was the way hands would hold onto his waist or thighs with those eyes narrowing at him. When he was rolling his hips playfully under the guise of "getting comfortable" which only had his husband swatting at his thighs. Had hands tracing up his stomach to his chest where he was jerked back against his husband's chest.

That warning in his voice like low thunder that always would get his heart jumping in his chest. How his husband could go from playful to authoritative in a heartbeat was what made it all the more exciting. When the blonde was hissing in his ear that low warning for him to stop or the low, playful growls he'd get with hands slipping up beneath his shirt always made it worth it. There was something he adored about being trapped in his husband's lap while he growled in his ear. Into his neck.

The way the blonde would give up on whatever they'd been doing previously was his favorite. Even back when they were in their early twenties, he had adored laying out on the couch with his feet resting in his husband's lap. When he'd touch, tap, and knead his foot into his husband's crotch onto his laptop was shoved off his lap and the blonde crawling over him. There was a playful outrage that would crackle in green eyes that always got him breathless when it was aimed his way.

Always had him shrieking with laughter when the blonde snaked his hands over his sides and tickled him. Twisting him impossibly close with lips trailing down his throat when he threw his head back against the arm of the couch. How effortless those days were when they were young. When they were only beginning to discover the passion, the desire, between the two of them. How it flourished and burned fervently with the time put into it to get them both delighted in. Teasing Hizashi was something he'd done for years.

Something he adored doing even before they'd welcomed BDSM into the bedroom. He'd always gotten off on the swats to his ass that his husband would give him and he adored it. To tease the blonde was to watch those nostrils flare with the huffs leaving the blonde. Watching his lips either purse together or suck into his mouth when his lashes fluttered down. Counting mentally in his head before giving him a final warning to "not do it like this" in the blonde's words.

But he swore there was nothing he adored more than when he pushed just a little too far and moments later, he'd have his knees up to his shoulders. His husband up above him with that outrage crackling in green eyes with lips curling slightly. Playful growls being given while hips seemed intent on pounding the air out of his very lungs. In leaving him with not a damn thought in his head when they were done. It was his favorite thing about teasing the man.

Especially when he was swung into his arms in the kitchen with his socked feet sliding over the tiles. When he would push Hizashi up to the counter while palming at his ass with his lips trailing down his throat. Teasing kisses placed along his jaw while he held onto his husband before walking off always had the blonde on his ass. It would kick off that back and forth. Hizashi knew just the ways to tease him in return. Like when the blonde would walk out with not a stitch of clothing on him after his showers.

When his hands would bury themselves into his hair to make it sway and shimmer against his back with that smirk being aimed over his shoulder. Or how his husband would turn rubbing lotion into his arms and legs sensual with that feisty little smile on his lips. There was something so damn arousing about a catty Hizashi and the blonde knew it. He knew it. There were times when Hizashi would be the one in his lap with hips moving to roll playfully into him with that wicked air about him.

When the blonde would push him up against the counter with hands grabbing at his thighs while lips fluttered down the side of his neck. There was a rush when it came to them teasing one another back and forth. As if they were playing a game of touch and going to see what the other could handle. How much they can handle before they snapped. It was something he found himself looking forward to whenever the blonde took his challenge. When they decided to play in this cat and mouse game.

How he loved it when those green eyes would flash at him wickedly with that smirk curling over his husband's lips who would hold him closer. Pin him to his lap with the silent game between them kicking off without a second thought. Most nights he adored watching his husband crumble. When he was straddling him from above with his hips working to grind against the blonde's erection while the man held onto his hips. His thighs. Pleading with him to please, please, please give him what he wanted.

What they both wanted. When he was rolling his hips and grinding playfully with the blonde whimpering. Mewling beneath him with the frustration flashing in those green eyes until he was crumbling with him. When he was losing his resolve before sinking onto the blonde. And of course, there was their lighthearted teasing that ended in playful wrestling. In cheeky kisses and giggles to be had. It was his favorite thing to admire the different ways that his husband could tease. Play with him.

It was an addicting back and forth that he had to admit that he adored. Even light teasing with mocking and playfully deep voices were something he loved to indulge in when it came to his husband. He loves nothing more than to see that glimmer in green eyes as hands grabbed at his waist to hold him closer. When they were swaying in the kitchen with the blonde's arm around his waist and his hand in his with that shimmer to his eyes. How delighted he was when they started up their casual back and forth.

When that game of cat and mouse was kicked up between them. There was nothing he adored more than to tease his husband. He'd been awkward, nervous, shy and easily embarrassed in the beginning but over the years he gained a confidence when it came to teasing Hizashi. There was a familiar comfort in the back and forth that they shared in that he found absolutely delightful. To know that his husband wouldn't hesitate to dish it back at him?

Well, it's what made it all the more exciting knowing that something would be coming to bite him in the ass. That Hizashi was going to tease him in return got his heart jumping in his chest and had his stomach fluttering. Had him utterly breathless when the blonde began his teasing. There was just something so enjoyable about it all that he found himself addicted too. Was it the fact that his husband knew what he could take? That he was showing him not to dish it out if he couldn't take it?

It was exciting nonetheless and he adores it. And so, he was more than delighted when he turned to their list when he found an option on there that had him all too curious. It was accidental stimulation written in his husband's neat writing. He couldn't deny he was curious on how something could be accidentally stimulated. How it could be when someone would be asking for it. However, when he read over the option, he found himself all too curious. And God knows he was willing to try it.

Especially following the high wave he'd been riding since they had gotten away with their romp in the trunk. God, it had carried him for a good few days the high that a situation like that could give him. And why not try it again with something risky? Why not push his husband's buttons in the wrong order to get the blonde worked up on him? Why not get him testy the way he liked to get him? It was another high to walk away from a moment like that. An absolute thrill that they got away with their trunk sex.

And after thinking it over, staring at that option, he knew he wanted nothing more than to try this. He wanted to try to "accidentally" stimulate his husband which wouldn't be too hard if he was teasing him throughout the day. But did he tell his husband about this? Did he tell his husband that he'd made his choice off the list? Or did he keep it to himself? He had not a clue but something about it made him want to remain tight lipped. To keep his mouth shut about it and keep it a secret.

To keep it authentic, he decided not to breathe a word to his husband. After all, if it was to be accidental then he shouldn't say a word, should he? He had been all too delighted in acting the part from the moment they woke. He'd woken long before Hizashi, but he'd been content to stay cuddled in his arms. Playing with his fingers idly while he waited for the blonde to wake up to start off their morning right. And it was only when fingers began moving and tugging at his own did was he delighted.

When he'd happily turned to find those sleepy green eyes on him. A soft, bemused smile on his husband's lips even as the fog of sleep clung to him. He'd been delighted by the nose and lips that nuzzled his warm cheek while he played with the blonde's fingers. Doing so until they curled and played with his in return. He adored it. He loved being cuddled to his husband while their fingers tangled and twisted playfully together. Once they'd left bed, he put his plan to action by starting off mildly.

He had arched his back, rang his hands through his hair, and grinned over his shoulder when he found those eyes on him. He'd gotten in the shower to rinse himself off and scrub his hair when he'd then strutted out in nothing but a towel. Green eyes watching him the entire time with an intensity to that gaze that had his stomach fluttering. His hair dripping onto his shoulders, he'd playfully chastised his husband who handed over his coffee cup without so much as a word to him which he appreciated.

Then he settled himself on the edge of the bed to sip at it while his husband got into the bathroom to get ready. He'd been all too delighted in sitting there with shivers racing down his back when he glanced to the window where snow swirled at the pane that rattled lightly. He'd gotten into his suit after draining his coffee when the blonde had come out, he'd been fussing with the hem of his tank top before tugging his zipper up. Moving seamlessly over his chest up to his throat.

Running his hand through drying curls causing them to bounce and sway with the blonde watching him intently before looking away. There was a curiosity to his husband, but he refused to elaborate when the blonde squeezed himself into his leather pants and the white t-shirt of his thrown on. It wasn't until leather, fingerless gloves and his coat was on did the blonde delight in teasing him and he adored it. Welcomed those hands tracing above his utility belt above his waist as he was twisted close.

When he had been shuffled out to the kitchen, he'd been all too happy to let Hizashi lift him onto the counter where he nuzzled his throat. Pulling his capture weapon out of the way, he happily kissed at those stiff blonde locks until Hitoshi had made his appearance. Putting on that fake gag, he'd been all too happy to sit down at breakfast while Hitoshi ranted about "doing that in private" much to his amusement. Even Hizashi had snickered over the teens theatrics when it came to them "necking" in public.

It was then promised and waved away while they ate breakfast when lunches were handed out. However, his teasing didn't stop with their morning routine. In fact, he delighted in small, subtle ways of teasing the blonde. Squatting, bending over, running his hands through his hair and the eye contact to get those nostrils flaring had his heart jumping in his chest. There was always a thrill when it came to teasing his husband but now there was more of a risk. More of a thrill to it all.

Even lacking a right leg and eye wouldn't stop him from teasing his husband who seemed to be eating up. When he had a moment to do so, he teased his husband in small but growing ways. Growing unbelievably bold by the end of the day while his husband was flushed with that warning flashing in those green eyes. He hadn't even begun to "accidentally" stimulate his husband yet. It had been a cat and mouse game that was going to inevitably be put to an end. That much he knew.

But he couldn't deny that being so close yet unable to do a damn thing? It was exciting. He found a joy in teasing his husband throughout the day with the blonde seeming to get higher strung with each small encounter. Each small choice he made. There was something utterly delightful in watching the blonde's eyes narrow when his shades lowered ever so slightly. When his nostrils flared, or his lips pressed tightly together with that tight pursed line. It was exciting to see such a stoic look on his husband.

It had him utterly enthralled in watching his husband scowl at him playfully with a pout on his lips. The blonde had gone so far as to corner him in the bathrooms to question what he was doing to which he had playfully played that naïve role. It had green eyes narrowing at him when he managed to get away from the blonde, but it didn't stop that grin from curling over his own lips. It was a cat and mouse game they indulged in from time to time but by the end of the day he knew his husband was growing impatient with him.

There was something so exhilarating in watching his husband twist and pout when they crossed paths in the hallway. He'd even managed to get a singular ass grab in before he'd fled from the bathroom. It had the blonde gasping as if he had been scandalized. As if it were something wrong for him to touch the blonde in such a manner. It had his heart jumping in his throat at the boldness of his action, but God knows he'd been antsy to wrap up the day. To find Hizashi waiting for him in the hallway.

Waiting for him with his bag strung over his shoulder, they'd both made their way through the school. And fuck if the energy radiating off of his husband, then hadn't left him antsy. Hadn't left him eager to get home just to get this man to himself. To keep him away from the public view so he could do whatever it was he pleased to the blonde. Hizashi had seemed just as antsy to get in the car then. As if they were both eager for the playing field to be evened between them.

For him to receive that bite back from the blonde who would uncertainly give it back to him the second they had a moment alone. There was something so exciting about this back and forth that got him on the edge of his seat when they returned home. While teasing wasn't exactly part of accidental stimulation, he had his plan in place to get his husband where he wanted him. There would be time to "accidentally" stimulate the blonde who would without a doubt eat it up.

When they had returned home, the blonde had gone to the shower with the pretense of working his hair down and washing the day off of him. Insisting they talk about dinner when he got out of the shower, so they knew what they were doing tonight. What the plan was before the kids came home. And he had to admit, it was a smart move. But there was a glimmer to his husband's eye that he'd absolutely adored the sight of. Something that had his heart racing despite the casual tone of his husband's.

He'd changed into his usual sweater, cardigan and sweatpants to keep himself warm when he had inevitably drifted into the living room. There, he curled up on the couch with his coffee that he needed. A perk up for his afternoon that was much needed when his husband had joined him with the question of watching a recent movie together. He was more than delighted to do so. He was more than happy to indulge in a movie with his husband. Something familiar but he could hardly pay attention.

Shifting his head slightly, a hand slid along his thigh idly as he curled close to his husband who held him closely. His legs bent up slightly to press against the back of the couch they sat on while his hands interlocked lazily over his husband's shoulder. An arm around both of his shoulders and the other across his chest while he rested his head on the blonde's shoulder. The quiet murmur of the movie before them held little interest to him since they started it about fifteen or so minutes ago.

He had no true concept of time when he was too busy thinking. Trying to figure out his plan going forward. How did he do this? He hadn't looked up anything to do with accidental stimulation; if anything, he'd been too cocky with assuming he knew what to do. Assuming that he knew exactly what he wanted to do that would count as "accidental" without his husband catching onto him. Squirming slightly in his husband's lap, he shifted his weight with the blonde's arms tightening around him.

Holding him tightly to his chest like he was a treasured plushie the blonde wanted to have close. It warmed his chest at the thought as he clung to the blonde in return with his face pressing into his husband's throat. He hummed quietly with his husband making an identical sound back at him when he felt a cheek press to the top of his head. He wanted nothing more than to focus on the movie, he did, but his mind was elsewhere. Recalling the events of the day. Trying to figure out his plan going forward.

He wanted to remain subtle but how did this work? He didn't know what he was going to do going forward that would count as accidental stimulation. He had not a clue why this was stumping him more than a kink or fetish ever could. Was it because it felt like a subject? Something that wasn't exactly a kink or fetish but rather a request? It sounded like something that would be requested of one another. However, he knew that if he gave himself a moment to think on it then he would figure something out.

Tightening his fingers together as they laced together when he nuzzled his nose and lips up beneath his husband's jaw. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the citrus scent of his body wash. The identical scent clinging to his soft hair brushed his face slightly. He loved the way those arms tightened around him to hold him impossibly tight. Close to the blonde who rubbed his cheek against the top of his head. Humming softly at him in a near coo as he curled his legs up tighter before shifting his weight again.

Squirming his hips slightly in a slight grind downwards had the blonde's breath hitching above him quietly. A subtle action that he would miss had he been sitting at a distance. Was this it? Was this how he did it? Keep it random but consistent? His cheeks felt flush as he continued to nuzzle up beneath his husband's jaw at that fluttering pulse point. The hand on his thigh stroking idly while the TV murmured with the movie before him. He had found it so easy to tease his husband throughout the day.

Now he felt clueless on how he continued. On how he followed the imaginary rules that had to be in place for accidental stimulation. God, he wished he'd at least looked it up before boldly assuming that he knew what to do. Sighing out quietly, he glanced at the tv from the corner of his eye as he rested his head on the blonde's shoulder once more. His forehead pressing to his neck when he tightened his fingers together. Some kind of holiday movie if he understood what was going on correctly. He didn't care for holiday movies.

They had long since cleared Christmas and New Years Eve which they spent with his sister this year and Hizashi's family. Spending the day with his sister then the night with Hizashi's family had been the balance they had going for years. At least this time round they didn't have to wait for his husband's piercings to heal. At least they didn't have that frustration mounting or the guilt of feeling selfish when only one of them got off but not the other. He had to be thankful that his husband had gotten his piercings done when he had.

That he was six months out from his healing window and that he could touch his husband properly. It didn't make those first three months waiting for his husband to heal any less stressful. This time round they knew how to navigate. How to adapt. But the piercer had assured them that with the same trauma to the same place that it could either be a faster healing period or a longer one. He had hated hearing that, but he'd bit his tongue when Hizashi had been all too happy to get his last three piercings done.

Completing his ladder. Fighting against the urge to squirm, he let out another quiet sigh to himself which his husband mirrored up above him when he felt the blonde lean back into the couch. His arms tightening to keep him held close. God, he felt warm. Hizashi always ran colder during the winter months and himself hotter. The blonde often called him a "space heater" during the winter months. He didn't feel it, but he was glad that he could provide a warmth to the both of them that was shared by cuddling together.

It's what he loved the most about winter; being able to cuddle up to his husband. Not that he needed the excuse to do so but he adores it, nonetheless. Even Eri seemed to adore throwing herself in and turning it into a cuddle pile between the three of them. Tightening his fingers together again, he fought the urge to yawn. It bubbled up his throat, but he clenched his jaw tightly against it. If his husband got the slightest inkling that he was tired, then his plans would be thrown out the window before he could even start them.

Licking his lips, he shifted slightly when he rolled his hips curiously under the guise of shifting his weight again. And it's this movement that he got another trembling breath from his husband. Arms tightening in a hard squeeze around him that crushed him to the blonde's chest. He loves it. He loves being held so tightly by his husband as that hand caressed his thigh again with a firm squeeze being given. He happily hummed back quietly to the blonde as he shifted again to fit himself comfortably in the blonde's arms.

Nuzzling his face up against his throat with his heart jumping in his throat when he felt a hand slide along his waist idly. It was all about being consistent while being subtle. About working this in slowly but surely without his husband figuring it out. He tightened his hands together with his arm squeezing around the blonde's shoulder. He could care less about the movie on. It was a repeated family favorite that he could easily tune out as he listened to his quiet breaths.

The breaths above him fanned over his hair when he nuzzled his face into his husband's throat. Holding himself close to the blonde who felt so warm. He could fall asleep. Doze off right now in this man's lap but he couldn't. Wouldn't let himself doze off. Rolling his hips slightly to get himself comfortable, he had arms tightening around him. He bit his lip fighting the smirk when he kept his forehead pressed to his husband's neck. Stilling himself slightly, he kept his hands clasped tightly together as the TV murmured.

He sank into the warm pocket he made with his husband who slid his hand along his waist and thigh together in unison before squeezing at him. It had been a long day, but he was more than ready to lose himself into this. Eri and Hitoshi wouldn't be home until four after their school activities. They had more than enough time. He had the lube in his pants pocket from his excuse earlier to go to the bathroom where he'd gotten himself ready. After all, he didn't want to waste any time.

Dragging his teeth over his lip before letting go, he let out a sigh that had his husband's arms tightening around him comfortingly. That hand sliding along his thigh comfortingly slid from hip to knee again and again with the fabric bunching up. He nuzzled his forehead to the blonde's neck when he separated his hands. He let his left hand drop down to his husband's chest. Drifting his fingers over his nipple where he fought the urge to give it a pert squeeze.

Instead sliding his fingers over it before resting it on the center of his husband's chest. Trying his best to make it appear casual. Comforting. He plucked at his husband's sweater when he then tilted his head up to nuzzle at the side of his neck. Dragging down that citrus scent that clung to his hair and skin deliciously. His favorite scent as compared to the bubblegum scents he used for a short while. Citrus fit his sunny, bubbly husband much better. Just like his sandalwood cologne. It was perfect for him.

He pressed his lips to his husband's throat in soft kisses that had a breath trembling over his hair. He curled his legs up higher with his thighs pressing together firmly. He'd been aching for quite a bit since his preparation; a desire that had twisted itself under his skin to grab at his bones. He'd been more than delighted when he left the bathroom. Ready for this. He slid his hand over his husband's chest again with his fingers seeking out his nipple again under the guise of a casual rub.

Squirming slightly with his feet pressing to the cushion when he ground himself down against the blonde. A side-to-side shift of his hips when he pressed himself down firmly into the blonde's lap as he nuzzled his nose and lips beneath his jaw. Sliding his hand over his chest when he lifted his right hand up to grab and curl a blonde lock of hair around his fingers idly. Curling and uncurling it, he listened to breaths hitching slightly when he put his grinding to a rest by shifting his position slightly in his lap.

As if to angle himself to see the tv clearer. He clung to his husband who held him tightly to his chest where he could feel his heart thudding. A hard, solid hit as his husband's arms tightened around him. Holding him impossibly close. It had him melting at how fiercely he was held but God knows his mind was on other things more interesting than a simple cuddle. He sighed out with that contentment with his fingers curling and uncurling that strand of blonde hair while the TV continued its murmuring. Did Hizashi know his intentions?

Did he have an inkling? An idea of what he was trying to do? Was it an accident if he was doing it purposefully? He had not a clue but for all Hizashi knew this was an accident. For all his husband knew, he was getting excited over him shifting his weight in his lap. What would Hizashi do when he figured it out? Would he throw him onto his back and strip him of his clothing? Would he shove his knees up to his shoulders and fuck him into the cushions? Would he be thrown to the floor with the blonde on top of him?

Would he trap his lower half into his lap to fuck him? Or would the blonde hold onto his forearms to keep his arms by his sides while he bounced in his lap? Would the blonde be brutal? Would he be hard and fast? Or would he draw it out as a form of revenge for all of his teasing today? Would he hold him so tightly it left finger imprints and light bruises that he would spend hours tracing? His thighs pressed together with his dick twitching curiously at his train of thought. Reacting to them.

He twisted his fingers into the fabric of his husband's sweater. Letting out a trembling breath of his own when he squirmed slightly in his husband's lap causing arms to tighten around him. Pressing down with his feet digging into the cushion, he dragged his teeth over his lip. Would Hizashi spank him for this? How long had it been since he's had the paddle to his ass? How long has it been since he had Hizashi's hand cracking down on his ass while he was stuffed full of him?

The idea of his husband fucking him with his fingers with that hand swatting at his thigh was hot. The idea of Hizashi toying and teasing him until he was all but yelling for him to do it was hot. He let out a trembling breath through his nose when his thighs rubbed together slightly. He wanted to peek at his husband's face. To get a glimpse of it just to see where his husband was at. What he was thinking. The blonde has always been an open book, and he could read the man just clearly.

Hizashi was always an expressive man, so it didn't take much at all to read him. To read the emotions flickering beneath the surface. Digging his teeth into his lip, he squirmed his hips slightly to roll down against his husband who gripped his thigh tightly. All day he'd been teasing this man, and he wanted nothing more than to continue teasing. But he couldn't deny he was getting to himself. He was getting himself turned on more than he thought he would when it came to this.

It was something that had heat flickering under his skin. And he found himself grinding down again with his husband letting out a shaking breath when he clutched at his sweater. Shifting his weight before leaning in to press against his husband who tightened his arms around him. Was Hizashi getting turned on as well? He'd have to expect for him too after all the teasing today but there was no hardness beneath him. However, to be fair, he wasn't hard yet himself.

He chewed at his bottom lip when he then dragged his teeth over his lip to tip his head back where he kissed at the side of his husband's neck with a low hum. He loved the shudder that ran over his husband when he gave a playful squirm of his hips down into his lap. He released the fistful of his sweater to slid his hand over his chest where he found a nipple hardening. Perking up to press against the fabric of his sweater. He flicked his fingers over it blindly with his fingers itching to pinch down on it but not yet.

Not now. He squirmed again with a shift of his hips down against his husband who groaned quietly when he slid his palm over that hardened nipple. Sliding his hand down to rest in his lap. Twisting his fingers into the hem of his own sweater, he kissed the blonde's jaw lightly before resting his head on his shoulder again. Holding himself still in his lap, he felt that heat flickering under his skin at the thought of what Hizashi would do once he caught on.

Or had he already caught on and was waiting to see how much more he could take? He was trying to keep from moving consistently but God, it had his thighs rubbing together restlessly. His left foot and prosthetic pushing into the arm of the couch as his dick twitched curiously. His crotch aching with the low pressured ache twisting into his lower stomach leaving him utterly breathless. He'd been turned on all day, hadn't he? That's why he'd been so eager to do this, wasn't it?

He had been trying to figure out how to use accidental stimulation to his advantage despite doing no research into it. All because he assumed that he knew what it meant. What to do. He wished he'd at least given it a cursory look on google to make sure he did this right. The blonde merely held him close. Tight. He rubbed his thighs together restlessly when he nuzzled his cheek to his husband's shoulder. Casual. Keep it casual. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the desire.

To grind himself down against his husband while those lips crushed themselves to his. To let the blonde take that control and let him have his way this afternoon. He dragged his teeth idly over his lower lip when he slid his own hand subtly to wedge between his thighs. Squeezing at himself slightly to help ease the ache that was twisting into his lower stomach. He'd been thinking about this all damn day. He could feel his husband's dick twitching beneath him slightly.

Or was he imagining it? Was it something he thought he felt or was it truly happening? He wanted to question his husband but that meant revealing his plan. Revealing his idea. Instead, he held himself still when he leaned in to kiss the side of the blonde's neck. A soft press of his lips that had the blonde shuddering when he crawled his lips up towards the blonde's ear. He nipped at his earlobe gently before tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue where he then carefully bit at it.

Careful to keep from dislodging his hearing aid, he nibbled at his spot with jewelry clicking off of his teeth when he then pulled away to kiss at the blonde's jaw. Arms merely tightened around him when the blonde squirmed beneath him with a shuddering breath being taken. He knew he wasn't being very subtle. He knew Hizashi was catching onto him. He knew it. But he could get in a few more minutes, couldn't he? He could be bold with this couldn't he?

He squirmed his hips to rub himself down against his husband who hissed in a breath. Hands gripping at his waist and thigh fervently when he ground himself down again with hands squeezing. He'd been teasing himself as much as he'd been teasing his husband. There was nothing he wanted more than to throw caution to the wind. To give himself exactly what he wanted. He'd pushed himself to his own limits but he was willing to hang on a little longer until Hizashi toppled over.

Until his husband was crushed under the weight of it. He wanted nothing more than to say out loud what he wanted from this man. To explain what it was that he had imagined for today. And yet he didn't want to ruin the immersion. To ruin his plan. He pressed himself down firmly into his husband's lap where he caught a volley of twitches beneath him. Breaths coming shakily for the both of them that then raced lightly when he twisted in his husband's lap. He wants Hizashi after teasing the both of them all damn day.

Giving himself the same teasing lines that he gave his husband. It was just as much a tease for himself as it was for his husband; it had always been the case. When he was teasing Hizashi he was teasing himself. He swore he could feel Hizashi's dick twitching beneath him when he shifted again. Pressing down hard to slide his hips towards his knees then back towards him to press tightly against him. He loved the low groan that left his husband when he rolled his hips down with a wiggle.

Doing his best to make it appear as if he had been merely shifting his weight. For the past hour he'd been squirming and shifting in his husband's lap. An hour of grinding, rolling, and twisting. Only now did he feel that dick twitching beneath him which had his thighs rubbing together. That burst of eagerness in his chest had his breaths shallowing slightly when he squeezed at himself. There was no sense in blue-balling himself, was there? Grinding down again, he nuzzled at his husband to try and balance it out.

Whatever Hizashi was thinking, whatever he was trying to figure out, was possibly the farthest thing from the truth. However, whatever he was thinking was obviously working in his favor when he felt the blonde stiffen. Hissing in a breath sharply. He couldn't help grinning to himself at the volley of twitches beneath him. Was he getting hard? Was that the unneeded panic his husband must be feeling? His own dick gave a volley of twitches beneath his hand causing him to squeeze his thighs together.

Squirming again when he shifted his weight properly. Pulling his hand away to slid up over Hizashi's chest blindly to feel out the hardened nipple he'd felt earlier. Rubbing his palm over it with fingers trailing firmly over the hardened thing when his husband's back arched. His chest pushing forward into his hand ever so slightly much to his delight when he continued nuzzling his husband. A shaky breath fanned over his hair as he continued rubbing his palm over the hardened nipple delightfully.

Doing so under the guise of caressing his chest. Nuzzling his nose and lips up beneath his jaw, he continued rubbing at his husband's chest. All damn day he'd been imagining this moment. Imagining grinding, rocking, and rubbing himself down in his husband's lap. Anything to imagine the scene that he'd been trying to put together since this morning. An accidental stimulation that would end in sex. And yet the blonde remained stiff beneath him despite the twitches of his dick that he caught.

He pulled away from his nuzzling to rest his head on his husband's shoulder with a soft hum. Sliding his hand over his chest before reaching up to tug on a blonde lock which he then curled around his fingers idly. Rubbing the silky strand between his fingers as his breaths threatened to hitch and race as he felt the blonde hardening beneath him. It had his own dick twitching excitedly when he felt a hand sliding from his waist to slip up his back. Where it buried in his hair to scratch at his head when the blonde hissed in a breath.

A sharp gasp when he rolled his hips down to rub into the blonde's lap where that hardening erection twitched under him. It had his skin ripping with heat. Electricity crackling through his blood when Hizashi then yanked at his hair forcing his head back then twisted. He was falling back onto the cushions with the hand in his hair coaxing his head back with his husband twisting awkwardly against him. Fitting against him the best he could with lips trailing over his throat.

Nipping at his Adam's Apple, the hand in his hair tightened in a sharp pull that had him sucking in sharply when the blonde kissed down his throat to his chest. And God, it was so sweet and tender it had his breaths catching in his throat when the blonde nuzzled at him. Like he wasn't finally getting hard. It had his stomach fluttering before dropping sickeningly. His heart jumping when the blonde crawled his lips up his throat then towards his jaw.

Feathering over it with playful nips that had him squirming with his left leg sliding off of his husband's lap to spread open. Welcoming the blonde between his leg as his dick twitched excitedly before he got a sharp yank on his hair that had that rush gushing through his veins. Faster than he thought he'd get but he gasped in with his husband growling lowly, playfully, into his ear before nipping sharply at the shell of it. A sharp nip that had him hissing in sharply himself with the blonde growling at him.

Gasping in when his husband rolled between his awkwardly spread legs to grind forward. His hips moving in circles against him with that hardening bulge pressing against him much to his delight. He happily curled his arms around the blonde's shoulders with a whimper when his husband bit at his earlobe. The click of his teeth off the studs was deafening in his ear when his husband sucked it into his mouth. His tongue swirling while teeth nibbled gently at his earlobe had him squirming when his husband's hand slid up his thigh.

The other tugged awkwardly at his hair. It had him gasping in at the sparks it sent streaking down his back while his husband rolled his hips forward to grind against him. It had him whining shrilly when he moved his hips to grind with his husband. He listened to the clatter of the TV remote falling off the coffee table when his knee pushed it over the carpet. He clung to the blonde with a gasp when the man popped off his earlobe then moved to nip at his jaw then dipping his head down.

Licking his way up the length of his throat, it sent shivers through him when he clutched at the blonde with a hand finding silky soft blonde locks and the soft fabric of his deep blue sweater. Holding his husband impossibly close as they ground together with his dick twitching with the gush of blood to it. A rush that left him dizzy with the exhilaration of finally letting himself get hard after battling it down all day. It had been incredibly hard to fight it down when they returned home from work.

When the blonde had playfully strip teased him before disappearing into the bathroom. A sight that had him groaning under his breath just to recall. To remember the way the blonde's hips had swayed or how he spun on his feet with pieces of clothing flying off of him. The cheeky wink before promising to meet him on the couch before disappearing into the bathroom had lit him ablaze. And here he was, hotter than anything after all of this back and forth teasing between them.

He squirmed again with a breathless whimper when his husband thrusted against him. A hard hit that had him sliding over the cushions when his husband lifted his head up with green eyes burning down at him. Pupils blown wide had irises rendered to mere rings of color as that desire burned down at him. The hand in his hair tightening slightly with nails scratching at his scalp much to his delight when the blonde took a shuddering breath that then flew out of him quickly.

"What a naughty fucking thing you are! What in the world are you doing today, huh? Teasing me so much? Is there something that you want, baby?" He loved that slight rasp to the blonde's words as their hips ground together fiercely when he arched his back up with their chests pressing tightly together. Tugging at his sweater to get Hizashi closer, closer, closer. "Do you want something from me? Do you want to do something? Tell me, what is going on in-in that fussy head of yours?"

"Yo-You really wanna know?" The blonde merely raised his eyebrows at him when he dragged his teeth over his lip. He could tell his husband everything. He could tell him the whole plan from start to finish and he was more than sure his husband would find it hilarious. Shifting slightly with hips grinding against him, he whined. "I-I made my choice off of the list and it was, um, accidental stimulation? I tried to-to keep it to myself and make it feel authentic, you know? I really tried doing it subtly but I guess it didn't work, huh?"

Green eyes widened at him slightly with his mouth dropping open with eyebrows raising higher on his forehead. Cheeks flushed a rather beautiful red, the look of surprise on the blonde had him squirming beneath him. Was it that bad? Or was his husband genuinely taken aback? It was hard to tell regardless. And then his husband was barking out a laugh with a sparkle to his gaze. "My god! I truly am dense, aren't I? I didn't catch on at all! I thought you were teasing for the sake of it!"

"Of course you're dense but that's what makes you so loveable." He tugged on blonde locks then with hips stilling to press tightly against him with a pressure that soothe the ache of his hardening erection. It had him swallowing down a moan but regardless he found it pleasant. Good. He scratched at his husband's head as his face burned when he peeked up from under his lashes. "I-I don't know how you feel about sex right now given the kids will be home soon but-"

"Oh, you're not getting my cock right now! No, no, naughty boys don't get my cock that easily!" He blinked up at the blonde who leaned down to nip at his jaw. And he stared up at the ceilng of their living room while his husband's hips rocked against him when teeth nipped at his left earlobe this time with the warmth of his husband's breaths fanning over it when he got a playful growl. "No, you're going to beg for it. You're going to beg for my cock after all the teasing you've done today, you understand?"

Oh.

Oh.

His face ripped with a fresh wave of heat rushing up in a tingling wave at his husband's words. The implications. It had him squirming with a shallow gasp when his husband gave another playful growl that sent shivers down his back. A playful sound that had his stomach fluttering wildly when he gasped in a breath only for it to shudder on its way out of him. "I-I think that might be more than fair! I've been awful today, haven't I? I mean, I should've told you about it sooner, shouldn't I have?"

"You've been a fucking brat is what you've been, baby!" A nip to the shell of his ear had tingles racing down his back as his erection fully hardened with pre-come dripping idly into his boxers. Oh, it had him arching up at the growl to his husband's voice when the blonde nipped at his earlobe. "And I think you know by now that bratty boys don't get my cock, do they? They don't deserve it and I think you can do with some begging, can't you? Take you down a notch from that cocky attitude of yours."

"Wh-What are you going to do then? Spank me?" He tried to aim his tone into a playful one that had his husband growling at him again with that playful edge which merely sent shivers racing down his back. Oh, he adores having that low growl in his ear like this; the warmth of his husband's breath on his ear. A hand slid along his thigh squeezed at him before sliding up to give a squeeze to his hip sending tingles racing down his back with a shallow gasp being taken.

"Oh, you're definitely getting a spanking tonight with the paddle, don't you worry your fussy head about that! But for now, you are going to pull your pants down and you are going to lay in my lap where I'm going to fuck you with my fingers." Shivers. It had him shuddering when his husband squeezed at his hip then with a thumb rolling into it. "You're going to beg me to cum. You're going to tell me when you're close and I'll chose if you can cum, you hear me? You're going to beg."

"I-I hear you! I hear you lo-loud and clear!"

The blonde then grinned down at him wickedly when he leaned down with lips pressing down on his in one, two, three hard kisses that acted like jolts. Sparks of heat down his back before the blonde was working his hand out of his hair coaxing him to let go of his fistful of hair and his sweater. Letting the blonde push backwards, he moved to slid off of the couch onto shaky legs. He hadn't thought that it would be so easy to get something from his husband but was he right? Was Hizashi merely at his limit?

Or was he playing along with him? He had not a clue but there was something exciting about it that had him reaching down eagerly to tug the lube out of his pocket. He handed it to his husband who shifted to the middle seat of the couch with a smolder to that gaze. Watching him expectantly when a throw pillow was grabbed then laid across his lap. Fuck, he'd been thinking about this all day but knowing his husband was going to make him beg? It was hot. God, he couldn't deny that now, could he?

Curling his fingers into the waistbands of his sweatpants and boxers, he coaxed them down over his ass while making sure he remained covered in the front. It would be agonizing but he didn't care. He didn't want to make a mess over the couch; it would be a hassle to clean, and he knew Hizashi didn't want to drag out the steamer. He held onto his pants awkwardly when he then climbed back onto the couch with his gaze flicking to the red-faced blonde.

Hesitating on his knees when the blonde adjusted the pillow before humming at him quietly while holding himself still. It was silent but the blonde was giving him a moment to debate. To work out whether he wanted this or not. Whether he wanted to do this here or not. They'd fucked on the couch countless times. Had sex on it more times than he could count. Taking a slow breath, he swallowed before crawling forward towards the blonde who hummed when he stretched himself across his lap with the pillow arching his hips upwards.

Fingertips drifted over his left cheek then up across his lower back where the trailed over the right cheek. Fingers then dug in to knead at him with a low hum as the blonde slid his free hand over his hair as he crossed his arms to rest his chin against them. Holding himself still, his erection twitched in the pressed position against the throw pillow. It felt nice. Good. A pressure against his crotch to keep that aching at bay while curving to fit perfectly against his crotch. It was damn good.

It arched his hips up higher than he thought they would when his husband continued kneading at his ass. Firm, rubbing squeezes being given which contrasted the dominant tone that his husband had been using on and off. A tone that, while he never said out loud, he thought highly of as his husband's Dom voice. It was something that had his stomach fluttering just to recall as he gripped at the sleeves of his sweater. Shivering at the excitement when that hand slid from his right cheek to his left.

Kneading at him firmly but insistently with fingers digging into his skin. It had him melting into his husband's lap with his skin buzzing. Tingling. The heat raked its claws lazily beneath the surface of his skin as his husband then used both hands to knead at his ass. Rubbing over the curve of it, fingers dug into his skin firmly with that kneading rhythm to get him shuddering as goosebumps broke out over his skin. He hummed lowly in his throat at his husband who hummed back at him with hands continuing their firm kneading.

Sliding over the curve of his ass, albeit a bit awkward on one side, with fingers digging in. Hard squeezes that had his toes curling when he buried his face into his arms. When was the last time he let his husband drape him across his lap like this? When he was in his early twenties? When Hizashi insisted on fucking him with his fingers rather than letting him study? Or the times in the shower when he'd be dead on his feet but wanting more? When was the last time he merely let his husband do this?

It was hard to recall but fuck if it didn't have him alert. If he wasn't absolutely crackling with attentiveness to the situation at hand. He twisted his fingers into the sleeves covering his arms when the blonde then slid his hands over his cheeks in a rub that had him letting out a shuddering breath. Knowing his husband planned on taking the paddle out tonight had him unfairly excited. Which one would he use? Would he use their very first paddle? Or would he use the one with the word slut embroidered on it?

Would he use both on him? It had him biting at his lip to muffle the whine trapped in the back of his throat when his erection throbbed lightly at the thought. Squirming slightly to get himself far more comfortable, he let his eyes flutter shut while his husband continued his kneading at his ass. Using their firm rubs over his ass had him curling his toes with his left foot crossing over his prosthetic. Sinking into the heat under his skin while those hands kneaded at him when the blonde's hands were lifting.

And like lightening, a hand was cracking down on his ass with a deafening clap of skin on skin. It had him jumping with a second hit. A shout leaving him as he jerked his head up to look at his husband. The smirk on those lips had his mouth dropping open on a gasp as he felt his eyes widen. And he watched as that hand lifted up then cracked down on his ass a third time startling a yelp out of him. And he could see it; he could see the loophole in the blonde's words. How did he not see it before?

Hizashi hadn't denied spanking him now. He'd said later they'd use the paddle. It was so clear to him now that he wondered how he let that slip past him. Was it because he had been happy to have the paddles used on him and to hear his husband say they'd be used that he overlooked it? He had not a clue, but that hand was lifting then cracking down a fourth time which had him dropping his head to bury his face into his arms. Muffling his cry at the heat ripping over his cheek when that hand then lifted up.

Coming down on his cheek sharply with a fifth cracking slap. Sharp. Crisp. The sound of his husband's hand cracking down on his left cheek was deafening in the living room. How easy it was to ignore the movie playing with its low murmur as his husband lifted his hand up and cracked it down. Up and down, up and down. Sharp. Tight slaps that had his cheek shrieking with pain as that heat gathered under the spot, but he didn't dare breathe a word of rejection.

He couldn't think of telling him to stop when it hurt so fucking good. It had him whimpering into his arms as the blonde fell into a routine. Up and down. Six. Up and down. Seven. The crack of his hand on his cheek was a shot of sound to fill the living room that the murmuring TV didn't. It had his skin ripping with heat as he fought that urge to roll his hips down against the pillow. He merely whimpered into his arms with that hand coming up with the whistle of his husband's hand flying through the air only to crack down on his ass.

Eight. How many more spankings will he get later? Will it be another seven? Another ten? Oh, it had him squirming at the thought with a low moan breaking out of him when Hizashi brought his hand sharply onto his ass. Nine. His cheek stung with the cool air attacking his skin with heat gathering beneath it. Stinging harshly when he squeezed at the fistfuls of sweater he held to his palms. That hand came up then whistled through the air to come down sharply on his cheek.

A hard hit that had him jolting at the burning pain. His nerve-endings shrieking with fired off notes of pain that had him whimpering when his lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks as he squeezed them shut. Ten. He fought the urge to squirm and twist when that hand came back up then down sharply on his ass cheek. A crack that had him jumping with a cry tearing out of him. Muffled into his arms when the blonde slid his fingers over that stinging, throbbing spot on his cheek to the right one.

And God, he arched his hips up despite his brain screaming for him to stay still. He was, as Hizashi put it, a damned slut for spankings. He loved them when he knew he shouldn't. Any other sane person would avoid spankings like the plague; that was an unpleasant thing but not to him. From that very first night his husband used impact play on him, he'd been a damn slut for his spankings. Good ones and the ones aimed to punishment were his favorite. This was no different.

His erection dripped pre-come shamelessly into his boxers with that light, erratic throbbing. It had him moaning into his arms when his husband kneaded at his right cheek. A hard squeeze before that hand was lifting upwards then cracking down on his cheek. One. He shuddered with his back arching to jut his ass upwards away from the pillow slightly with his thighs squirming together. Toes curling. It was fucking better than he imagined when it came to telling his husband about his plan.

He bit at his lip with a whimper in his throat when that hand whistled through the air to come down sharply on his ass. Two. It had him jolting at the sensitivity; was it from the hits to the other cheek? He had not a clue but fuck if he didn't love it. Biting down harder, that hand came up then down again with a harder hit that had him curling his toes tightly. Three. Fuck, he didn't think Hizashi was going to spank him now, but it was what made it all the better.

If anything, it had his blood running hot through his veins. Had him crackling with the delight of having that hand on his ass. On having the pain radiating over his left cheek affecting his right cheek by making it sensitive. That hand came up then down with that new strength that had him moaning in his throat. Four. Up and down, up and down, he loves it. His husband's hand came down sharply in rapid succession of one another to get his teeth raking over his lip with a keening cry tearing out of him.

Five, six, seven. Three sharp hits that had him twisting with his hips dropping down to press into the pillow like it could help him escape. Get him off of his lap. God, he was burning up with his ass throbbing from those hard hits that hand came cracking down on his ass again. Eight. He shouted with tears pricking at his eyes just as they always did with these spankings. He squirmed in his husband's lap with his hips pressing down against the pillow in a thrust.

As if he could jerk himself out of his lap, but God knows he didn't want that. He wants to stay right here when that hand came cracking down on his ass. Nine. He couldn't help but wonder where Hizashi had put the lube. What he had done with it. He squirmed as his breaths raced shallowly in anticipation when fingers rolled into the throbbing, burning spot on his cheek. Eager. Excited. He fought the urge to arch his hips up again as his husband rolled circles into that spot before lifting his hand up.

And fuck, he couldn't stop himself from wailing out as a tear dripped down his cheek when that hand came cracking down. His feet jerking up as if to kick out, but he fought that urge down. Ten. The blonde slid his palm over his ass then in a caress with a soft croon leaving the blonde when he listened to the sound of nails dragging over the couch cushion. Rubbing over his cheeks, one at a time, as if to soothe the stinging sensitivity attacking him relentlessly when he whimpered shrilly at the blonde.

Then that hand was lifting away to which he peeked over his shoulder. Blinking to clear his watery vision when he watched Hizashi claw open the cap of the lube with a crack. It had his inner walls spasming together with that burst of longing. Desire. He felt like a damn mess, but he clawed at his sleeves with anticipation as his erection twitched in a volley with those drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers. He watched the blonde drizzle a dollop over his fingers before placing the lube down and spreading it over his fingers.

He whimpered at his husband who merely clicked his piercing off the back of his teeth. A warning sound that had his toes curling when his husband spread the lube evenly over his fingers. He arched his hips up slightly from the pillow with his breaths racing with anticipation when the blonde grabbed at a throbbing cheek to tug him halfway open. He let his head fall forward against his arms with a moan spilling out of him when fingers slipped slickly against his hole. His lower half felt hot.

His cheeks feverish from the harsh cracks of his husband hand down on it left him feeling hot. The lube frigid against his feverish skin when Hizashi rubbed his fingers over his hole when inner walls spasmed together in a twitch. A mortifying twitch of excitement when the blonde's fingers pressed down firmly against him. Slipping, sliding, rubbing. It had his feet slamming down to push into the arm of the couch with another moan leaving himself as his hips twitched with that desire.

That urge to grind down against the pillow, but he refused to move an inch out of place. No, no, no he'd listen to this man if they were diving into a BDSM scene tonight. It'd be like brownie points if he listened now. He fought the urge down the best he could while fingers rolled over his hole with slick rubs that had his toes curling tightly. His thighs squirming together slightly while he buried his face into his arms desperately. Trying his best to remain quiet given how open the area they were in was.

The slick squelch ringing out from those rolling fingers was deafening. It sent sparks of excitement up his back as fingers began to move in firm circles over his hole. Rubbing at him firmly when he arched his hips up from the pillow slightly to press up. Moaning into his arms when fingers slipped in their firm circles against him with the blonde's breaths racing with anticipation. God, they needed to do this more often. Much more often. He'd give anything to live this scenario again.

God knows it was going to live in his fantasies and taint his wet dreams after this. The heat of the moment was blistering into him when he wriggled his legs with a whimper leaving him at those firm circles. Sliding slickly over him, his inner walls spasmed together in another blatant twitch that had fingers pressing down against him. He knew that he could take both fingers at once. He knew it. He'd done his best to prepare himself earlier to make sure he was ready for anything. Could Hizashi tell that?

Could he possibly see that he had prepared himself earlier? He wished. He hoped. Twisting his fingers into his sleeves to hold onto something. Anything. His heart thudded quickly against his chest with the quiet throbs in his ears muffling the world around him ever so slightly. Fingers slipped and slid over him with those firm circles that had his hips shaking side to side in a twitching movement. A subconscious action that had him moaning into his arms when his husband squeezed harshly at his cheek.

It had pain screaming from the spot; a reminder for him to stay still. To be good. He wants nothing more than to be good. He wants to be a good boy for his husband. After all, he'd been teasing himself all day with each action he used on his husband, hadn't he? He'd been teased right along with Hizashi, and the blonde was doing it right now. The pads of those fingers pressing against his hole that slipped over him teasingly. Curling in just enough to press against him with the illusion they'd slip into him only to slid away.

It had him whimpering eagerly at his husband while trying to keep himself still. Wanting nothing more than to be good. A good boy. He'd been teasing himself and Hizashi all day, but the blonde was within his rights to tease back. To make him beg for something. And he wants too. God, does he fucking want to beg. He held onto his shirt sleeves while fingers slipped over him teasingly with that light bouncing. A touch and go he hadn't experienced in some time with a keening moan spilling out of him.

He shook his hips again in that cagey side to side movement again before he could stop himself. His inner walls clenching together tightly with that desire to be filled. He'd imagined himself in a very different situation by this point in the afternoon, but this was better. So much better. A whine spilled out of him as fingers slipped over him again with fingers pressing down firmly then lifting away. Light, firm, light, firm, light and firm. A bouncing rhythm that had him shaking his hips again impatiently.

A needy whine leaving him. Begging. Pleading. A silent plea that his husband let out a hum at when fingers continued their bouncing circles against him. Teasing him. It was well expected of him to do so but it was already driving him crazy. Already had him clawing up the walls. He wants more from his husband. He wants those slender fingers stuffed inside of him and filling him up despite his prep work earlier. He wanted nothing more than to beg and plead but he couldn't find the words.

Not when his husband's fingers were curling in with the tips of his fingers just barely sinking into him. It had his air gasping down his throat when he tightened his grasp on his sleeves hopefully. Those tips swirled lazily inside of him with his thighs shaking as they rubbed together with his head pressing fervently into his arms. His hips arching up with his toes curling tightly. And perhaps the blonde was taking pity on him but fuck him he was painfully eager. Needing this man to touch him.

And he did. He couldn't stop himself from moaning when the blonde's fingers curled into him firmly before sinking into him. Oh, oh, it had him squirming with his nails dragging over his forearms with his hands trembling lightly with those fingers sinking, sinking, sinking into him. Filling him up in a way his fingers hadn't begun to replicate earlier. His own were too thick but Hizashi's were perfect; long and slender. Fuck, they could reach his prostate perfectly if they wanted too.

His own could reach it but God, there was something better about Hizashi's fingers being inside of him. Something so good it had him moaning shamelessly into his arms. Was he more turned on today than he realized? It wasn't uncommon for one or both to wake up to that horny feeling, but he'd sworn he'd been subtle. He'd been fine. But here he was, melting away in his husband's lap with his hips twitching against the pillow propped up beneath him.

His erection throbbing lightly with pre-come soaking into his boxers. He huffed into the pocket he made with his arms as his forehead pressed into his forearm with his nails dragging over his sleeves when the pads of fingers began to roll slow, firm circles into his inner wall. Circles that had him moaning out again at the blonde who merely crooned down at him. As if he were in need of comfort when it was the last thing he needed. He didn't need the sweetness of comfort; not when he was so hot he felt feverish.

When he felt his head spinning weakly in time with each circle rolled into his inner wall. Fuck him, was he really this horny and hadn't realized it? Had he been this desperate he'd fuck himself with his fingers over the sink in their bathroom just to be ready? Just to have his husband who was always so giving? It had him groaning lowly in his throat with his fingers twisting into the fabric of his sleeves. He fought that urge to grind down the best he could while huffing into his spot when the blonde rubbed at his inner wall.

A firm curl to his fingers with those slow circles that had his hips squirming slightly before he forced himself into stillness. He wants to be good. He wants nothing more than to indulge in a scene with his husband tonight. He was more than sure that after this they'd have the time to plan it out. To express what they both wanted from a moment like this. Shaking pants being taken by himself and the wavering breaths of his husband were loud over the murmur of the TV before them.

Heat snuck up his back with each slow circle rolled into his inner wall as he clenched tightly around those fingers. He'd spent a few minutes getting himself ready earlier but God if Hizashi's fingers didn't feel good inside of him. Stretching him just enough to leave him with a sense of fullness that had him groaning under his breath. The blonde continued rolling his circles into his inner wall with a firm curl that had his damn toes curling as he tightened around those fingers.

Squeezing around them for all of his worth. He loved the low groan that left his husband; a breathless sound as fingers then wiggled within him. A curious wiggle that had him whimpering shrilly at his husband when they then curled into his inner wall. Rubbing away at him before they were spreading out. Pushing at his inner walls that tried in vain to clamp together had him whining this husband who merely hummed on a strain note back at him. His back arched slightly with hips jumping up once again.

Shuddering with a keening moan spilling out of him when fingers spread themselves again. And again. Again, again, again. It was a spreading push that had him squirming with his erection twitching. Throbbing. And then fingers were pressing together to rub at his inner wall firmly before pulling back until the tips just barely rested inside of him then thrusted them forward. A slick squelch ringing out when the hand on his cheek let go to rest on his lower back. Fingers pulling back again then thrusting sleekly into him.

It had his back arching with a moan flying out of him when the blonde repeated that long thrust again. Again, again, again. It had him clenching tightly around the blonde's fingers desperately with a hard squeeze that had the blonde groaning under his breath at him again. A trembling sound that had him shuddering with a huff leaving him. Knowing that beneath the pillow his husband had to be harder than anything? That the blonde was just as turned on as himself?

It had him shuddering with his hips squirming as the blonde kept up his long, sleek thrusts with his fingers. That light squelch ringing out each time had him absolutely melting with his toes curling. His feet pressing into the cushion desperately with his knees struggling to spread but the blonde merely clicked his piercing off the back of his teeth. As if scolding him silently while fingers continued to thrust into him idly. A casual speed that had him moaning into his arms as he clenched tightly around those thrusting fingers.

Sparks of pleasure racing up his back only to pool into his stomach like molten lava. It had him flushed with the shallow pants making the pocket of his arms insufferably hot. It had him aching to lift his head, but he knew he'd lose it. Knew it. He was much happier keeping his hot face buried into the pocket that he'd found. He clenched tightly around his husband's fingers as they began to move faster. Thrusting into him with a slick rub over his inner walls to get him moaning. Squirming. He loves it.

Loves, loves, loves this. God, when was the last time he was spread over his husband's lap like this? It'd been far, far too long. He squirmed again with fingers rubbing over his inner wall carelessly. Curling in with each thrust to give him a pressure that had him groaning at his husband who merely hummed shakily back with fingers moving quickly. Thrusting into him with that new speed, he clenched with muscles spasming around those fingers and God if it didn't feel good. He fucking loves this.

Every little bit of this, all of it coming to this head, was amazing. Panting into the pocket he made with his arms, he listened to the slick squelches punctuating the thrusts of his husband's fingers. Shuddering at the sparks racing up his back with each thrust of those fingers into him. Fuck him, they felt so good. Perfect inside of him just like his erection always felt. He twisted eagerly with his fingers clutching at his sweater sleeves desperately with fingers thrusting quickly into him.

It had his hips twitching back to meet the blonde's thrusts shallowly with a needy, desperate moan leaving him. Fuck, fuck! Huffing into his small pocket, his cheeks throbbed lightly with the force of his blush. An then he felt his husband's free hand rubbing awkwardly at his lower back. Soothing. It had him whining into his arms at the sensation when he squirmed with hips jerking back to meet those thrusting fingers. Fuck him, he could lay here all day.

Stay right here in his husband's lap and let himself be fucked by his fingers. It was a tempting thought that damn near had him drooling into his arms as the blonde continued thrusting his fingers into him quickly. The racing breaths being taken by the both of them were deafening. The squelches of his husband's thrusting finger into him. The rustle of his pants rubbing over the pillow. He twitched at the growing wet patch in his boxers. Clinging to him damply, he squirmed before shifting his weight with a whine tearing out of him.

The blonde merely thrusted his fingers into him fast, fast, fast when they curled inwards to rub firmly at his inner walls. Fuck, it had him moaning in that needy, desperate, pleading pitch at his husband. It was so good. So good, so good, so fucking good. His hips squirmed again with the blonde thrusting his fingers into him quickly with long, sleek thrusts. Fast. It had him lifting his head with a gasp then resting his cheek against his forearm with fingers clutching at the fabric of his sleeves.

An anchor he didn't know he needed as his husband groaned quietly to himself. A throaty sound that had his skin tingling and his stomach dropping out. A sound that had his erection throbbing in its pressed position against the pillow. It had him moaning at the blonde who curled his fingers inward. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into him with rubs that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as his eyes threatened to roll back on him. It was fucking good. He can't get enough of this, and they just started.

He panted shallowly with his hips twitching backwards to meet the thrusts of his husband's fingers into him. Digging his knees into the couch cushion, he continued moving shallowly to meet Hizashi's thrusting fingers with a giddiness. Arching his hips back to meet the sharp thrusts of those slick fingers slipping into him. There was a delight in doing so as he gripped his sleeves fervently with a whimper in the back of his throat. Fuck, there was something surprisingly hot about this all.

About teasing his husband from this morning to now. To trying to accidentally stimulate him only to get those playful growls once he laid everything out for his husband. Explaining his actions. And now here he was letting his husband fuck him with his fingers slickly with that squelch punctuating each slick slide of his fingers. Fuck, it had him moaning with hips moving to meet his husband's thrusts the best he could. And then he was yelping when a hand cracked down sharply on his aching cheek.

It blistered over the sensitive spot to which he shuddered when fingers dug into his cheek to squeeze at the stinging spot. Throbbing beneath fingers, a low snapping moan flying out of him when fingers squeezed harder at the throbbing spot. His toes curled tightly with feet slipping over the cushion with his restlessness as that pleasure pooled like magma into his stomach. Fuck him, there was nothing he wanted to do than stay stretched out in this man's lap with fingers thrusting into him.

He wants Hizashi to touch him all afternoon. He wants his ass to throb when he so much as sat down on a cushion. He wants to have his thighs stinging with the welts left behind from the cane. He wants that overstimulation that always got him harder than anything when his husband was tenderly washing his welts. Rubbing the vitamin E oil into his thighs. He wants Hizashi to tear him apart systematically tonight and put him back together. It was a desire that had him gasping into his arms.

There's nothing he wants more than for Hizashi to break him down then cuddle and croon sweetly to him with the sung praises that he knew by heart. To hear his husband croon what a good boy he was always made moments like these worth it. To have his husband whispering sweet nothings in his ears when they were done was his fucking favorite. He loves the aftercare. He shuddered when fingers nudged just barely beneath his prostate with a deeper thrust.

Tearing him out of his thoughts with a moan ripping out of him as he pressed his cheek fervently to his arm as fingers continued their quick thrusting. Shallow, shallow, deep. It was a maddening rhythm that had his lashes fluttering on his feverish cheeks. So good, so good, so good. He huffed out with his hips arching backwards rather than twitching to meet the thrusts. Focusing instead on that pleasure that was pooling consistently into his stomach like a warm magma.

Leaving him flushed with heat ripping beneath the surface of his skin. He was hot, hot, hot. Fuck, those slender fingers felt so good inside of him. So much better than his own fingers. He could let Hizashi fuck him with them all night long and be content. After all, he had the strongest urge Hizashi was going to return all of his teasing tenfold. He was going to drive him insane tonight and he was looking forward to it. Even if he felt they shouldn't do it on a work night, he didn't want to think twice about it.

He wants this man to rip him apart and he wants to enjoy every damn second of it. Panting shallowly with that racing speed, he clung onto his sleeves fiercely with his erection throbbing frantically with pre-come soaking his boxers. Dripping, dripping, dripping. Making a damn mess in his pants to which he worried it might soak through. Regardless, this pillow was going through the wash quite a few times before returning it to the couch.

Those fingers thrusted in their shallow, shallow, deep rhythm they seemed to be pacing themselves to his racing breaths. The speed in which they used matching his racing pants when he turned his head to peer over his left shoulder to find his husband flushed. A deep, beautiful blush smothered over his cheeks that no doubt spread down to his collar bones beneath his sweater. His skin, his hair, glowing beautifully against the deep blue of his sweater much to his delight as blonde lashes trembled.

Pupils blown wide with that look of desire as Hizashi's fingers snapped thrusts into him with those slick squelches. It had his stomach flipping at the sight behind him when he let his head rest down again with a moan slipping out of him. Squirming in his husband's lap with his hips grinding down briefly into the pillow he forced himself still. He had to be good, good, good for his husband. To be good after being naughty all day, in his husband's words.

He whimpered when fingers nudged beneath his prostate once again with his fingers twisting fiercely into his sleeves to hold onto something. He jutted his hips backwards desperately with fingers sliding into him quickly. All day. All afternoon. All night long. He'd do anything he could to have Hizashi touch him. Moaning into his arms with his hips arching back, fingers continued their quick thrusting into him. Just barely nudging at his prostate to send weak sparks up his back.

To drive him insane. Teasing him. It had him whimpering in his throat as he arched back with the hope of getting those fingers to rub over his prostate only to have fingers slide away from it, much to his disappointment. His husband thrusted his fingers sharply into him with thrusts to get his lashes fluttering on his cheeks with his eyes threatening to roll back. God, it was so good. He was damn euphoric after finally getting hard. Finally giving in before he could break.

He held onto his sleeves fervently when fingers spread out again, again, again to stretch him out. Even if it was clear, it was unneeded, he knew it was merely another tease from his husband. It had him moaning lowly in his throat with fingers twisting into his sleeves with lashes fluttering on his cheeks. He held onto himself fervently with his hips arching. Shifting before fighting the urge to grind down. To thrust against the pillow. The throbbing, twitching, of his erection was driving him mad.

Fuck, that pillow pushing up just enough between his trembling thighs. Just enough to give him a pressure but it wasn't working. It wasn't enough. It had him whining needily at his husband. Urgently. Fingers thrusted slickly into him with a squelch when fingers curled in to press just below his prostate sending another wave of weak sparks up his back. He shuddered with that heat snapping up his back as he clung to his arms with his fingers aching from the harsh hold he had with fingers thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into him.

He clenched tightly around them with a strength that had his husband groaning at him in that low, husky pitch that had his back arching. His thighs squirming together with his feet pressing into the cushion. Those fingers thrusted into him with a sense of giddiness that he felt bubbling in his chest when it came to the mere thought of moving. His husband thrusted his fingers as he clenched tightly around them with a drool worthy rub that had his lashes fluttering.

His racing pants hitching in his throat at the stretch around those slender fingers. And then fingers were thrusting deeply into him where they then rubbed carelessly over his prostate. And ohhhh, it had him moaning at his husband with his hips jerking back then thrusting down against the pillow with his feet sliding over the cushion. Squirming desperately with fingers sliding over it with a pull back to get him clawing at his forearms when his husband thrusted his fingers back in.

Rubbing over his prostate again, he cried out when the pads of those fingers began to grind into his prostate. A tight up and down rub that had his thighs shaking with his knees digging into the cushion of the couch with his pants coming on hitching gasps at the sparks racing up his back. Clawing wave after wave up his back with a blistering heat that ripped under his skin. It had him whimpering at his husband desperately with his back arching as wave after wave ripped up his back.

That tight up and down rub was traded out for tight circles being rubbed into the gland as he wailed out with his hands flying out to grip onto the arm of the couch. His nails dragging over the material of the couch when the blonde continued with that fierce grinding into the spot. It had him shaking. Twisting. Squirming. So good, so good, so good. His husband was ruthless as he continued grinding into that spot fiercely leaving him whimpering. Whining.

Breathless, high pleading sounds leaving him that his husband seemed giddy to ignore while fingers continued rolling into his prostate. Oh, oh, oh he didn't know if his husband's plan was to continuously stimulate that spot but God if it didn't feel good. If it didn't have him gasping with heaving pants being taken/ Shaking pants by his husband behind him when he willed himself to peek over his shoulder again. And fuck, that look of hunger was a shot straight to his stomach.

A burning, twisting spark formed in his stomach much to his mortification but he'd been so turned on all damn day that he had no stamina. None. He wants to come. Just once. Just once to get it out of his system, that's all he needs. He only needs to come one damn time, and he'd willingly take whatever teasing his husband had planned for tonight. But the blonde had said he was to beg, didn't he? Fuck, it had his cheeks blistering with a fresh wave of heat causing them to throb lightly with the force of his blush.

He needed to hurry. God knows their children would be home soon and he needed to be anything but the flushed mess he felt he was. Fingers pulled back from his prostate then to thrust into him giddily with shallow thrusts that rubbed over that spot each time. Firm rubs with fingers sliding slickly into him had him moaning out desperately with his fingers aching from their tight holds on his sleeves. He was so hot, hot, hot with his sweater on. The heat from the heaters didn't help but he knew it was much too cold to open the window.

Not when it was snowing pretty decently out there, it would be much too cold. But he was roasting in his sweater. Panting raggedly, he pressed his hot cheek to his forearm as he stared sightlessly at the TV. The shapes, color, people on the screen meaning nothing to him. Just some movies playing after their original one. Moans spilled out of him shamelessly with each rub of those fingers over his prostate that came occasionally to keep that hot spark in his stomach firmly.

Twisting tightly in his lower stomach as he ground himself down against the pillow only to flinch. Wincing at how soaked his boxers were with his pre-come. How unaware he was save for those fingers thrusting into him. His shirt sleeve was growing wet under his mouth to which he groaned. When had he started drooling? He had not a clue but God if he wasn't losing himself to this heat. Losing himself to the orgasm fluttering in his stomach with the threat of snapping over him.

He huffed as his husband's fingers slid into him slickly only to rub at his prostate again with a harsh intensity to it that it left him arching. Jerking, jolting, with the waves clawing up his back leaving him a whimpering, whining mess. He didn't know how he had the air for these breathless sounds, but they were spilling out of him one after another. A consistent high pitched, wordless plea to his husband who continued thrusting his fingers into him sharply. It had him debating whether he should say a damn thing.

If he let himself come without begging. Without pleading. What would Hizashi do to him if he did something like that? If he wasn't good but rather choosing to ignore his orders? It sent a shiver down his back at the thought of what his husband might do in that type of scenario. It was fucking hot. It was so hot to imagine the punishment it would get him if he didn't breathe a word to his husband before coming. His erection throbbed fervently with frantic twitches as his pre-come dribbled shamelessly into his boxers.

Had it soaked through yet to his pants? Or was it still hidden? He had not a clue but God if he wasn't eager to come. If he wasn't desperate to experience one orgasm as his husband's fingers thrusted quickly into him. Faster, faster, faster. Sharp thrusts that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks with his fingers twisting into the fabric of his sleeves. Oh, he can already imagine the paddle cracking down on his ass. The way those blonde locks would fly around his husband's shoulders. How flushed he'd get.

The whistle of the cane flying through the air to crack down on his thighs leaving welts behind. He wants nothing more than for his husband to tear him apart. To make him regret teasing him all damn day. That's all he wants. For this man to tear him apart then piece him back together with that gentle aftercare of his. It was all he fucking wants today and fuck if he wasn't getting one thing he'd been thinking about nonstop today. Even if it wasn't his husband's dick inside of him, the blonde was still fucking him damn good with his fingers.

It had him moaning with squirms and twists from that restlessness. His hips squirming side to side as his erection throbbed in its trapped place in his boxers. His forehead felt slightly clammy as he clung to the sleeves of his sweater desperately. Huffing with drool soaking into his sweater sleeve, his feet pressed against the arm of the couch. His knees digging into the cushion with huffing pants being taken when he jerked his hips back to meet the thrusts of his husband's the best he could. Shameless.

He didn't care about being good or bad. He just wants to come and that spark in his stomach fluttered as if in agreement. His erection was throbbing as he ground himself down against the pillow shamelessly with his husband moaning at him in that husky pitch. It had him shuddering with his back arching slightly with his toes curling. Each careless rub over his prostate had him moaning, whining, whimpering louder, louder, louder. He was growing shamelessly loud with his eyes rolling back behind his fluttering eyelids.

Moaning when his husband fucked him quickly with his fingers. The rubs over that spot had him jerking, jolting, with heat blazing up his back. Ripping through his veins as he threw his head back on a shrill cry with his hips jerking backwards desperately. He tried to speak; tried to use his words but they were half formed, babbled huffs of noise that left him. Incomprehensible. It had him squirming, twisting, with his husband groaning at him as fingers began to thrust into him faster.

The light hit of his husband's hand against him was a rhythmic sensation that had him moaning as fingers thrusted into him sharply. Deafening squelches ringing out to fill the living room over the murmur of the TV. He swore he could feel his husband grinding up against the pillow much like he was grinding down against it. Did it feel good? Did his husband feel a bit of the pleasure that was pooling into his stomach like a consistent rush? He was losing himself to the heat that was raking under his skin.

His husband thrusted his fingers into him sharply with the pads of his fingers rubbing over that spot. Again, again, again. It was shoving him towards an orgasm rather than taking its time like he thought he would. His husband was shoving him towards that edge whether he liked it or not and he was drowning. He was soaking up the heat eagerly with his legs squirming as he jerked when fingers rubbed over his prostate. He whimpered into his arms shrilly as he squirmed his hips before grinding down against the pillows.

It was a painful heat clenching at his bones when he felt that spark twisting into a hot spot in his lower stomach that had his thighs flexing. His stomach flexing when he clawed at the arm rest desperately to push and pull himself slightly in shallow slides over the pillow that met the blonde's thrusting fingers. Sliding himself again, again, again with that spark twisting tighter in to his stomach as his husband moaned at him. A low, trembling sound that had him biting at his lip with a shudder racing down his back.

What a beautiful sound his husband was making as he found himself clawing up that mountain. He was getting close, close, close. So close he can fucking taste it. It had him jolting when his husband's fingers slid over his prostate when he found himself gasping in. He couldn't take much more, and he was so close. So close, so close, so close it was unbearable when he threw his head back on a wail that tore out of him shrilly. No more, no more, no more. He can't take this anymore.

"Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, Zashi! I- Mmm! Mmmnn, please! Please, le-let me cum! I-I'll be good! I promise! It's- Nnnn! Mmmf! Right there! It's-It's right there! Oh! Ohhhh, God, please let me! Let me, let me!" He hated that desperation to his voice, but he was so close, but his husband was purposefully missing his prostate. It was amazing. It was torture. "Please, let me cum! I can't-! I don't wanna wait! Please, Zashi, Daddy, baby, please let me cu-cum! I gotta! Need it so bad!"

"And what a good boy yo-you're being! You really want to cum? Desperate to cum for me?" He whimpered with a jerking nod when he lifted his head up to peer at his husband who grinned at him. There was a clammy sheen to the blonde's forehead as fingers slid over his prostate before grinding into it ruthlessly. Watching his face as he struggled to keep his fluttering lashes up when the blonde hummed. "Well, if you're so desperate for it then I suppose you cum this once. Cum for me, baby?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yessss! Ah! Tha-Thank you! Thank you, thank you, Zashi! Daddy! Mmm fuck!" Oh, there was a lewd moan to his voice that had his husband groaning at him with fingers rolling faster into his prostate. Tight circles that had his hips shaking before grinding down against the pillow as his erection throbbed. Dripping shamelessly into his boxers as he clawed at the arm rest with another cry. "Za-Zashi! Zashi, 'm gonna cu-cum! Ah, ah! Gonna fuck- Nnnghnn yes! God, fuckin' yessss!"

He swore he couldn't breathe. Couldn't function. It was a slow building orgasm with fingers rolling tightly into his prostate to push him towards it. It was driving him insane. The howl of his husband's name leaving again, again, again in a howling chain repeated in his mind. Helpless against the urge to howl, wail, cry and scream this man's name. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi! He was bubbling in his own skin leaving him absolutely breathless as he clawed at the arm rest.

His feet pushing at the other desperately as he ground himself down against the pillow. With that permission it was all he needed. He didn't need to hold himself off from it as he jerked and jolted with each tight circle rolled into his prostate. He was burning up. Drowning, drowning, drowning. The tight circles ground into his prostate were tipping him over and fuck if he couldn't breathe from that eagerness. Knowing he was clawing up to the crest of that mountain while his husband began to thrust his fingers into him again.

Giving purposeful rubs over that spot. It had him twisting, jerking, thrusting down against the pillow desperately with his inner walls clamping down around those slender fingers that reached so deep. Ohhhh, God did they reach deeply into him while remaining effortless about it. It had him bursting into flames with that eager twisting as he held onto the arm rest desperately with his hips alternating between meeting the blonde's thrusts and grinding down against the pillow.

It pressed up against his throbbing crotch perfectly leaving him breathless when he was tumbling into that heat. His world shrinking down to a hot spot where all that existed was the rutting of his hips down against the pillow. Of the fingers thrusting into him quickly leaving him arching. Squirming. Twisting. He was teetering on that edge and then he was tumbling over it with a playful grind of fingers into his prostate. He threw his head back on a trembling wail as he stiffened up with thighs shaking before tensing.

Tingles racing up them to his flexing stomach where that orgasm exploded into him. Howling, wailing, crying out his husband's name repeatedly like a chant. A curse. A praise. Like this man was his God that he was desperate to praise. Nothing matters but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. He gasped, heaved, panted with that white-hot heat slamming over his head with the intent on choking him. He clamped down tightly around his husband's fingers that rolled into his prostate to get him jerking. Twisting despite his stiff set.

Choking, gasping, drowning. White-hot heat slamming into him with waves that crested up and swallowed him whole. His erection throbbing frantically, damn near pulsing, as he came. Come spurting into his boxers soaked into the fabric effortlessly and God he winced when he felt the hot liquid oozing into his sweats, but it was so good. So good, so good, so good. Too good, too good, too good. He was suspended. A white-hot state that was eating him up. Tearing him apart from the inside out.

He was drowning as he was torn to shreds by that white-hot heat. It had him absolutely drowning as he choked on his air that he tried desperately to suck down. It merely fueled those white-hot waves slamming into him as he stiffened in his husband's lap who moaned at him with fingers pulling away from his prostate. Coming, coming, coming. It felt never-ending. Like he couldn't breathe through each spur that left him frantically. And fuck him, if it didn't feel good. Ohhhh, it felt so, so unbelievably good.

Fuck him, he'd been wound up, horny, from the moment he woke, hadn't he? He couldn't recall a wet dream, but it felt so good. Like his horny state had been an agony he'd been blinded too and relieved by this orgasm that rattled his bones. He was choking, choking, choking. Drowning, drowning, drowning. Hot, hot, hot. And then, much to his delight, it twisted under his skin before rushing out with waves lapping at him.

He was grinding down weakly to help aid himself through the waves that lapped at him before rushing out leaving him gasping. A thick, choked gasp that rang out in the quiet of the living room when his husband's fingers slipped out of him. A vulgar squelch ringing out that had him whimpering when the blonde pulled his pants and boxers up. It was almost too much. His cheeks still stung from the blows the blonde had left earlier but he whimpered in protest regardless of when he pushed himself up on shaky arms.

Moving his hips slightly from the pillow, he groaned at the wet spot soaked into the damn thing. Fuck. He wanted to protest but the blonde was yanking the pillow from beneath his stomach leaving him wobbling. Hissing in a breath when he jerked back onto his knees when hands slid along his waist pulling him forward. Forcing his legs to part with that wetness clinging to his crotch mortifyingly where his erection began to soften with sporadic twitches.

He was dragged into the blonde's lap where he felt that erection rubbing beneath him from the straddled position of his. And lips were coming down on his face in pecking kisses that he found himself blinking at. He slid his hands into wild blonde locks as he kissed at that red, freckled face delightedly as he tried to avoid sitting back. Avoid putting any weight on his cheeks that stung viciously with the rub of his boxers and pants against those blistering spots.

Squeezing at the blonde's hair gently as he kissed his face breathlessly while lips moved over his own face. Frantic kisses that he returned to his face that he returned without so much of a second thought. However, that erection jabbed at his thigh in a strained bulge that he found himself humming at. It wouldn't be fair if only one of them came now, would it? It wasn't fair at all. He kissed at his husband's face delightedly; at his freckled cheeks and the darker smatterings over the bridge of his nose.

He then trailed his lips over his husband's clammy forehead with his fingers tugging gently at his hair which had the blonde humming up at him as lips trailed over his jawline. Soft kisses that he absolutely had him melting into this man's hold as arms curled around his waist tenderly. Hands sliding along his back up and down with his sweater bunching then being smoothed out as he kissed at his husband's face. Tracing the shape of his eyebrow with his lips then crawling down his cheek with arms tightening around him.

Holding him tightly in his lap, he scratched at the blonde's head gently with blonde locks slipping over the backs of his hands. He kissed at his husband's cheek delightedly while lips pecked at his face. The tip of his nose and the bridge of it. Along his jawline. His scars overlapped beneath his right eye. He couldn't get too comfortable due to the wet mess in his pants but the least he could do was curl in his husband's arms. Return the favor to him. Kissing down his husband's cheek towards his jaw.

Tugging on blonde locks to get his head to tip back as he kissed down the length of his husband's throat gently with a playful nip at his Adam's Apple. He squirmed in his lap as he slid backwards to kiss his husband's chest. Covering the expanse in kisses when he then nipped at a nipple perked up against the fabric of that deep blue sweater. Shifting backwards off of his husband's lap, he slipped down with lips trailing down his chest. He slid his hands from the blonde locks to his shoulders.

He then slid his hands along his chest where he rubbed his palms over hardened nipples. He watched green eyes widen at him when he slipped back out of his husband's lap to get down on his knees. Sliding his hands down the blonde's chest, he kissed his covered stomach moving his hands down to slid his hands along his husband's thighs coaxing them to part. His husband took a hitching breath with a hand sliding into his hair to push his hair away from his face.

He took a breath as he slid his hands up his husband's stomach where he used his slide upwards to flip the hem of his shirt up. He leaned in to kiss his husband's navel where the gem of his piercing shone beautifully at him. A crystal pink gem was the blonde's choice of jewelry change when he went in for his first change after the starter bar. It was unbelievably lovely. Beautiful. It was a crystalline pink that shined up at him when he then kissed at his happy trail.

Making his way down the gentle dusting of blonde happy trail to the waistband of his pants. Racing breaths were taken with anticipation causing them to tremble when he then kissed at the bulge of his husband's erection straining against his pants. Harder than fucking anything. Kissing at the bulge of his erection he then looked up from under his lashes at his flushed husband who stared at him with awe. Desire. It had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest when he then nuzzled his nose and lips to the bulge

kissing at his husband when he lifted his mouth up as he slid his hands along his thighs coaxing them to spread apart for him as Hizashi's mouth dropped open slightly. A shuddering exhale leaving the blonde when he squeezed at thighs that trembled underneath his hands as he grinned up at the blonde. His racing breaths rasping out of him when he squeezed at his husband again. The hand in his hair tightening as it tugged him closer which had electricity crackling through his blood. A sizzling, feverish heat.

Hungry.

"My turn."