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!

16. In The Air

Hizashi liked to believe he was a risk taker. The bigger the risk the more fun something was. The bigger the risk the more there was to lose. It was a gamble that he didn't take often but there was something so exciting about taking a risk. About stepping out of his comfort zone and learning something new. Taking on something that could change things for the better. There was always something about taking a risk that he absolutely adored. There was nothing that he liked more than that.

And, surprisingly, his husband was right there with him the entire time. Shouta was always right there by his side to take whatever risks that they desired. Always right there to relish in the situation that would unfold with a simplistic choice. A chance to experience something new. And the black-haired man seemed to get a thrill out of it much like he did. Hell, he'd seen that excitement in those dark eyes plenty of times in their lives. Like the first time they'd fucked in a semi-public space.

Oh, he swore his husband had never been more excited to do it again. When they'd stumbled out of that bathroom together to the car after waving off concerns of the workers, Shouta had all but tackled him. Had pinned him to the driver's side door with arms thrown around his shoulders with lips pecking at his face. Breathless laughter being had as his husband covered his face in kisses while breathlessly thanking him. Such genuine delight had radiated off of his husband that afternoon.

Such delight that he swore Shouta had radiated brighter than the sun. Such an insignificant moment from two years ago but God, it was a sight that had imprinted itself onto his memory. Like a core memory that delight stuck with him after the risk of such a situation. It was something that had his own skin thrumming when he thought about it. He couldn't deny that he still got a rush when he thought of how perfectly that afternoon had worked out for them. How they got away with it.

And then there was the closet from last year's challenge. When the black-haired man had requested, they use hero names and God, if the memory of it didn't get him off. The fact that they got off so perfectly in that small closet without anyone finding them? Of course, they'd waited until the school was emptied out, but it was still a rush. And fuck, their frotting in the staff room when there had been a few stragglers in the school?

The risk of it all was something that continuously got them off and something that he absolutely adored. Seeing the excitement burning in those dark eyes as his husband threw his arms around him with those breathless words of thanks for doing it with him was always so worth it. After all, he adores feeding into his husband's exhibitionism whenever he possibly can. He likes to get him off with that exhibitionism any way that he can. He likes helping his husband act upon it.

But there were other risks that they'd taken in their life aside from fucking in public. There was time in the back seat. There was the time when his husband first presented pet play to him, and they'd been in the middle of sex when Yagi had called them. Or when Nemuri had caught them in the utility room after having fucked on the washer. There were moments in their lives that were speckled with heat that didn't include sex in public.

And he couldn't deny to himself that he was itching for the chance to try something risky. Something that they could do together even if it meant that they didn't leave the house. After all, something can still be risky without having the looming threat of someone finding them. He loved that his husband had turned into quite the little exhibitionist over the past three years. But he wanted nothing more than to touch upon that risk factor without it always consisting of them going out.

Instead, he wanted to bring something to their bedroom. Like the CBT. Or like choking. He hated to remember their failed attempt at choking, but he knew that it had been a spicy moment together that got his husband off while he flinched away from the memory. He wanted to show his husband that, while he loves his exhibitionistic side, that they could do something together without leaving the house. To welcome that risky note that always got them off into the bedroom.

Into the house without leaving. It was a goal that he always delighted in giving himself. Like it was a personal challenge to himself to bring something risky to the bedroom. To bring something to the table that would leave it hotter than anything. Add an additional spice to their already spicy sex. God, he never thought he'd live to see the day where he could see how plain their sex had been before this challenge. How afraid they'd been to communicate their desires. Their needs and wants.

The way that they'd choked down fantasies that they'd been dying to live out. This challenge, three times now, had brought with it the chance to live out the fantasy. Had brought with it the chance to act on those quiet, hidden desires together. And their open communication only made it better for the two of them to continue onwards with this challenge. The fact that they had a sex therapist that they visited occasionally to walk them through the more complex choices of theirs certainly helped them.

They took all the right steps to make this challenge as sexy as they could be while being careful. Mindful while trying to be risky and spicy to keep adding heat to their bedroom. And it was with this thought in mind that he'd turned to the list of theirs. There was some rather intense stuff written down on the list, but he'd been scanning over it when he had found himself gawking at a choice. Suspension. He'd heard of suspension in his shibari classes that he took from time to time to freshen up.

He knew about suspension somewhat as a popular category on porn websites. He'd be a liar if he didn't say that there had been one night he looked at it while jerking off. He'd be a liar if he didn't say that he'd been fantasizing about Shouta being the one suspended up in the air. Helpless. He already knew from conversations with his husband that Shouta liked feeling helpless. He might not understand it as he himself didn't like being helpless but he knew Shouta liked it. Adored it.

And he was more than eager to give his husband that sense when he could. Feeding into it carefully. Methodically with scenarios set up to leave his husband feeling that way. Most often he finds its when he cuffs his husband or blindfolds him that he likes it the most. But suspension? It would be a big risk, and it would be something they could work on together. It was something he could talk to his husband about without fearing that it would take things too far with his husband.

It was perhaps what made it so easy. He'd been delighted as they exited January and entered February together with the snow seeming consistent. It had been so casual; together they'd been shoveling the driveway and walkway out after work on the first Wednesday afternoon when he'd turned to his husband with the idea of suspension. He half expected his husband to throw snow at his face and barked at him to be serious. To focus on one task at a time.

However, Shouta had merely questioned him about it with that curious sparkle to his mismatched eyes. A look that pinched at his red cheeked face. And so, as they shoveled, he'd breathlessly chattered about his idea to his husband. He'd felt not a drop of hesitation when explaining what he wanted. What they could do. He'd spent time online reading articles about safe guarding, the right hooks, the right placements. To take time to familiarize himself with the precautions that came with suspension.

He'd been thinking of doing it on the bed, but he didn't want to be wobbling and trying to keep his footing. His husband had seemed in awe of all the information that he had gathered together about the topic that by the time they were shoveling he was dragged inside. Over a cup of coffee and tea, after a hot shower, he'd found himself cuddled up to Shouta's side. It was there that the black-haired man pushing him for more information.

Pumping him for everything that he'd read online about which he was more than happy to give to his husband. It truly didn't take much to get his husband to come around to the idea. If anything, he was more than delighted to reassure his husband of any worries that he had when it came to the idea of suspension. He'd been more than willing to set up a meeting with the therapist if need be. When Shouta had asked for it, however, it had been easy to reach out to that therapist.

To schedule something for that weekend. They'd been squeezed in, but he'd been ecstatic. Excited. He was more than ready to do whatever it would take to make his husband comfortable with the idea. He'd been happy to make any adjustments to the plan that were needed when the two of them came together to talk about it. It left him squirming and twisting in bed eagerly until his husband convinced him to go to sleep. To calm his mind.

And he'd been more than delighted to curl up with his husband, but he couldn't deny that he'd been excited. Thrilled when it came to the thought of doing something like suspension. Something that was a gamble and one that he was more than delighted to try. That's all he ever wanted when he first brought this challenge up for the first time. All he wanted was to try. To do their best to at least try was the least that they could do.

It was something that his husband always said when they were coming together with a new choice picked off of the list. Something that was like a motto to the black-haired man who had been so shy with their first challenge. He loved seeing the change in his husband from that first year to his one. He loved seeing his husband growing so confident that he got the privilege of watching his husband act upon it. A bold, confident man in the making but he knew that there would be more to learn going forward.

That his husband would only grow more confident in his own way going forward. He can't wait to see the man that would come from these challenges. From these new scenarios they found themselves. It had felt like agony, however, waiting for the weekend to come for them. He'd felt half ready to rip his hair out but when the weekend finally started, he'd been delighted. Even exhausted, frazzled, he'd sat with his husband on the couch for their appointment for the sex therapist.

It wasn't new information given to him, but it was new to Shouta. Together, the three of them walked through the idea of his. The safeguards and precautions he would take for his husband to feel comfortable. To build and make a plan with a professional seemed to ease his husband of any lingering anxiety he had about the idea. And he couldn't deny that it had been painfully easy to do just that. After their appointment, his husband had that determined sparkle to his gaze.

A delight when Shouta had approved their idea. Both going over the plan that they'd made with the therapist to set aside time to get it done. To try it. And he'd been more than delighted to run out to the store to buy heavy duty hooks that would support his husband's weight. That could withstand squirming, twisting, jerking and movement as a whole the best that they could. He'd been bouncing on his toes when he had come home with the hooks to show off to his husband.

Sunday, he had spent the day leveling, marking, and finding the accurate placements for the hooks for the best position. All while his husband had lounged on the bed watching him curiously. It didn't take long before Shouta had been called out of the bedroom to play with Eri, but he had been happy. He'd gotten the hooks up by the afternoon before joining his husband and daughter in the basement for a tea party.

It wasn't until later that night did, he find his husband spinning on his feet slightly looking up at the hooks with that curiosity to him. It was only when his husband asked about the suspension equipment that he revealed to his husband what he wanted. He wanted to either use the shibari rope, bind his arms, or to use his capture weapon. He left the choice up to his husband who had been all the more curious about the scenario he was trying to paint.

He'd given his husband the space to think about which he wanted. He had left it ambiguous, but he had told his husband that they could use both. That it didn't have to be an either or situation but the black-haired man had merely nodded before focusing on something different. It was something that he let his husband choose for the both of them. Whatever the man was comfortable with is what they would go with. For it wasn't just about him.

Nothing about this challenge was solely for his benefit or solely for Shouta's benefit. It was for both of them. They both made adjustments and checked in on one another to make sure the other was still comfortable. It was important for the other to be comfortable with something before diving head first into it. Sometimes, during the moment, it was possible to discover something that they were uncomfortable with that was then vocalized at the end.

But he wanted this suspension to be something that his husband was comfortable with and the last thing he wanted for him to be uncomfortable. It didn't take long for his husband to come to him with the choice in hand; that he'd use his capture weapon to hold him up in the air but that he wanted him to bind him with the rope. He couldn't deny how hot that sounded to him. He hadn't known exactly how to his husband that he was interested suspension beforehand. To say it properly.

And while his husband was curiously cautious, he was determined to make it a pleasurable for both of them. After all, it was for the both of them to enjoy themselves together. Something that he wanted to merely try while they had the chance to do so. With their first week of February starting, Shouta had insisted on Saturday being the time for them to try the suspension. After everyone had gone to their rooms for the night. And he couldn't deny it'd been agonizing waiting for Saturday.

The days seemed to crawl by agonizingly slow with the black-haired man seeming delighted in teasing him with each day that passed by. In being an insufferable brat with that sparkle to his dark eye when he wore his eyepatch during his work hours. A sparkle to both eyes when he teased him at home. He wanted nothing more than to get to Saturday as he tried to keep his patience. Tried to keep his head on his shoulders. It was all he could do to prepare for Saturday night.

A hand touched his cheek tearing him out of his thoughts when he blinked. Focusing his gaze on his husband who stood before him with a soft smile on those full lips. Black lashes fluttering as eyes flicked over his face briefly before that palm was pressing to his cheek to which he turned his face into it. Nuzzling his face into it instinctively when another hand slid of his hair in a caress. "So. Are you ready for this, Zashi? Or do you have any misgivings about it now?"

Nuzzling at his husband's palm, he gave a kiss to the center of it that had that soft smile warming at him. It was a sight that had his heart fluttering in his chest when he lifted his hand to touch the back of his husband's hand. The cool metal of his wedding band on his finger before covering the back of his hand. Stroking his thumb against Shouta's, he shifted in his place on the edge of the bed. "I'm absolutely ready for this! No misgivings whatsoever! I'm ready to heave you up, baby, whenever you're ready!"

"I'd definitely say that I'm ready for this, love. I trust you to keep the both of us safe. And I really appreciate the layer of blankets and pillows that you've laid out on the floor for me in case something was to happen!" There was a playful lilt to his husband's voice when gesturing to the pillows and blankets he stood on. It was merely one safe guard in case his husband fell. Something to cushion the blow. "Very practical, love, for keeping my safe."

"That's what I thought! But with your capture weapon and the way you'll be wrapped up and those screws will work in our favor! They hold the heaviest weight possible, so you'll be safe!" He pressed against the back of Shouta's hand to press his palm firmly to his cheek when he nuzzled it to that rough palm. Kissing softly at it again when he then smiled at his husband who stood between his spread legs. "Are you ready to be heaved up, baby? Any nerves getting to you?"

"Mmm, I wouldn't say nerves so much as I would say that I'm a bit excited to see where this could possibly go." A hand smoothed over his hair again when he lifted his free hand to slide along Shouta's waist. Twisting him closer to him with the black-haired man smiling down at him. What a lovely, unbelievable sight that was. And then those smiling lips were pressing to his forehead softly much to his delight before he pulled back with that warmth aimed down at him. "I trust you."

"And I trust you. Just tell me, baby, if you don't want to do this and we won't." Sliding his thumb along the shape of his husband's hip, he smiled up at the black-haired man. Adoring the way that warmth shimmered in his dark, mismatched eyes. That gray right eye becoming a beloved sight even as it lightened significantly. He adored them. "I appreciate you doing this for me. I know that not everyone wants to dangle above the floor, but I promise to take care of you."

This had that soft smile widening slightly with a crooked hitch to the left side of his lips with that warmth sparkling in his gaze. Adoring. It was a look that had his husband looking like a lovestruck fool. Looking so besotted with him that it had his heart fluttering in his chest when his husband's head bent down. Kissing the bridge down to the tip of his nose to which he giggled when the man sighed out. "It's like the sex swing, yeah? I trust you to take care of me. To watch out for me."

"Do we want to implement the color system? Our safe word? That way if you're at all feeling unsafe you can just yell out "Emerald!" if you feel that way? Or if you simply want a break?" He slid his hand along his husband's waist when lips again pressed to his forehead sending a shot of warmth through his system at the affection. As if he were the one about to go up into the restraints. "I know you can feel uneasy if you don't have use of your arms, but I'll watch out for you, okay? Sound like a deal?"

A low hum left his husband then with lips pressed to his forehead. Soothing breaths fanning over his hair through his husband's nose when he squeezed at his forehead. Sliding his thumb along his husband's hip when he pulled back allowing him to meet those dark eyes. That smile had his stomach fluttering when lips then came down on the tip of his nose. "Deal. Now, how about we start off with something easy and you tie me up, hmm? I've been thinking about it all day, after all."

"You're such a slut for being tied up, baby!" He loved how that smile widened at him with black brows raising at him when he used his hold on his hip to push the black-haired man back. Standing up, he reached for the silky textured shibari rope when he twirled his fingers to which his husband spun on his feet. Forearms crossing over the middle of his back with hands holding his elbows. "But I'm also a slut for it too because I love how hard you get off on it, you know that?"

"Of course, I do but you're always a slut wanting in my pants, aren't you?" Oh, there was a cheeky, playful tone that had him grinning as he began to slide the rope around his husband's forearms. A simple column that would keep his arms bound against the middle of his back. He kissed at the back of his husband's shoulder before crawling his hips forward to the side of his neck. Black curls brushing his face with their musky vanilla scent. "Don't go getting to-to carried away, love."

"Just the right type of carried away." He murmured before lifting his head to nip at the shell of his husband's ear before pulling back when he felt the man shudder. He then pulled back to focus on the rope that he was winding around his husband's forearms. Working loops and flips of the rope to create the column with hands wriggling as he bound his arms from wrists to elbows. From here it would be on him to make sure his husband was in the swing he'd made with his capture weapon.

He was strong enough to manage that much on his own. Knotting off the rope he had bound around his husband's arms. He then tightened it with arms clutched close together. A trembling breath being taken by his husband who was utterly melting and God knows he didn't need to see his face to know it. He slid his hands over the column that he could do with his damn eyes shut. It was easy. He slid his hands up with fingertips drifting over his husband's upper arms.

Trailing his fingers over his skin, he kissed the back of his shoulder again before crawling his lips up. He then slid his hands down to touch his husband's waist. Flicking playfully at the waistband there letting it flip from his skin with the black-haired man taking another of those trembling breaths. Squirming slightly in his arms when he trailed his lips up to the side of his neck. Coaxing those black curls away from his throat to kiss at the side of his neck gently with hands sliding over his waist.

Flicking his fingertips just beneath the waistband of his boxers again. He loved the way his husband leaned back against him with a low hum leaving him. It had him clutching at the black-haired man's slender waist with thumbs moving to roll soothing circles into the black-haired man's skin. Holding his husband close to his chest as the man swayed on his feet slightly when he flicked playfully at the waistband of his boxers again. A teasing movement that had his husband exhaling shakily.

He knew his husband was always at his most vulnerable when he was bound up like this. Adding to it having him sway above the padded floor was a double risk but at least he wasn't too high. Even if it was at waist height but he wanted his husband to be safe. He didn't want him to be hurt if he somehow fell to the floor. The loose ropes of his capture weapon created the perfect loops for him to slid his husband into. Something that his husband could lay across like a hammock while they did this.

He kissed at the side of his neck softly with hands kneading at his waist before he curled his fingers into the waistband before kissing down his neck. Moving back down to his shoulder as he pushed at his boxers. Working them down from his hips. He crawled his lips across his shoulder before moving downwards with his hands coaxing his boxers down over his ass. Kissing across his upper back then down the center of it to get his husband squirming.

A hitching breath being taken. He continued trailing kisses down the center of his husband's back down to his bound arms. He dropped down into a squat to work his boxers down to his knees then to his ankles. Mindful of his prosthetic foot of his, he got his boxers from around his ankles leaving his husband stripped bare. He gave a kiss to his right ass cheek then; a firm kiss followed by another. And another. He kissed at that cheek delightedly with his husband rocking on his feet.

Swaying when he then straightened up. Grabbing at his waist, he coaxed his husband to step forward. Together they walked over to the "bottom" of the hammock made by his husband's capture weapon. He knew this would be the heavier lifting but he helped lift his husband up to heave him into the sling. Grunting quietly, his husband hopped forward with a little leap to help. Lunging forward for the makeshift hammock of his capture weapon as his heart leaped into his throat.

A yelp startling itself out of him as he watched his husband fly forward into the slings of his capture weapon that pulled tautly at the weight being force onto it. He rushed towards his head to hook his arms under his arms to pull him forward along the capture weapon until the first sling was wrapped around his husband's chest. A pattern of grey fabric lining his husband's chest, stomach, and thighs as he swung precariously. His husband flicked his hair away with that dark left eye peering up at him.

Shouta swung idly when he then ran to his feet to make sure that he was comfortably situated into the sling. Wriggling, squirming, pushing on his husband until he was sliding perfectly into place. There was a bounce as the capture weapon strung tight on the hooks that they had them wrapped around. Swaying idly back and forth, he stepped back slightly to make sure that all of his husband was in the makeshift hammock. That all of him was comfortably in place.

He couldn't help his gaze from flicking down to his dick dangling from between his thighs. Exposed much like his stomach and chest. A wrapped section of the capture weapon around his pelvis cut off the view of those wild black curls when he began to fuss with the placement of the capture weapon. Fussing with how they rested on his husband until the black-haired man was squirming to help. To do his best despite his arms being bound against the middle of his back.

Then he tried to hold ono his husband as he swayed until he was comfortably sat in the swings. He lifted his hands away cautiously, ready to throw his arms out should his husband suddenly fall. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip anxiously when he brushed his fingers over his husband's bound arms. And then his head was lifting upwards, albeit a bit awkwardly, with mismatched eyes flicking to him. There was a shimmering awe in that gaze that had his heart skipping in his chest.

The sight of his husband staring at him with awe that he hadn't fallen. Awe that, even if it wasn't that high, he was still dangling helplessly in the air. It was something they had talked about before he had bought the hooks. He was determined to be mindful of his husband's predicament. He'd promised to keep a watchful gaze on him no matter what he was doing. He wasn't going to let his husband drop. He wasn't going to let him get hurt.

And yet there was nothing but awe in that beautiful face of his. Even that shimmery, deep gray right eye of his sparkled at him as black lashes fluttered. Black curls brushed against a soft red cheek with full lips then tilting up into an exhilarated smile that he'd recognize anywhere. It was the same smile he saw when Shouta took his turn to cuff him to the bars of their cage. When he'd ridden him with such passion while he howled and tugged at the cuffs.

The same smile he saw when he would tie his hands to the headboard and throw that blindfold over his eyes. It had his heart jumping in his chest as he stared at his husband's smile before he tugged gently at the capture weapon gently. Making sure it was steady, firm, when he saw the cloth tightening around his husband slightly. Tensing. It wouldn't give out on him easily if his husband kept it tight like that. It had him dragging his teeth over his lip as his heart skipped against his chest.

He then took a deep, slow breath then letting it out. Tonight was about taking it easy. About starting them off right. They agreed together that to start off simply with a blowjob and go from there. It had him squirming slightly when his husband kept up that eye contact to which he moved. He walked forward then sank down to the floor. Shuffling forward along the blankets and pillows, he tucked himself beneath his husband who stared down at him with that sparkle to his gaze.

God, he looked beautiful with black curls spilling over his shoulders to frame his face. The tilt to those full lips when he leaned upwards when his husband's head dipped down. And he welcomed the touch of those smiling onto his own. Moving his lips against Shouta's, he felt the smile slowly melting away as lips slid against his in response. A sigh fanning over his cheek with a tremor as he moved his lips against the black-haired man's.

Admiring their plushness as he lifted a hand up to touch that hot cheek. He can't imagine how his husband had to be feeling. God knows he got more than turned on at the thought of being wrapped up and tied down. At his husband's mercy. But he knew what bondage did to his husband; it was all too clear in that sparkling gaze that had grown ever so fuzzy. As if he were trying to remain aware. As if he were trying to focus on him.

And he adores that his husband always tried to cling to a clear mind when he had him bound up like this. When he was at his mercy. He slid his lips against his husband's with a sigh of his own flying out of him as curls tickled his cheeks. His jaw. Sliding his fingers along that hot cheek gently, he lifted his hand up to tuck his curls behind his ear. Tracing the shell of his ear earning himself a shuddering exhale as he then lifted his other hand to tuck those curls behind his right ear.

Gentle.

Tonight was about feeling this out. It wasn't like the sex swing. It wasn't like anything they'd done before but there was a familiarity to having his husband bound in the capture weapon. In having his arms bound behind his back. Familiar things in a new setting. It had his blood singing through his veins as that excitement twisted into his chest viciously. Tonight was going to be simple. Shouta had requested for the first time in a long time for him to touch himself while he watched.

It was something that filled him with excitement; filled him with strangely jittery exhilaration. When was the last time he touched himself with his husband watching? It had been such a long time. He wanted nothing more than to do this right. Moving his lips against his husband's, he admired their softness tonight. The way they were melting against his for that familiar curve and fit against his. How they shaped to his with that familiar touch.

He trailed his fingertips over his cheek before dropping his left hand down while using the right to cup his husband's cheek. Sliding his thumb over his cheekbone with his stubble scratching his palm. Kissing Shouta delightedly with that spark of eagerness making itself all too painfully clear. He felt breaths rushing over his cheek that burned with a blush. Surprised he could feel that warmth over the heat of his blush.

He slid his thumb along his cheekbone with the quiet whispering of their moving lips filled the space between them when he then let out another sigh. God, he could kiss this man for hours and still be eager for the chance to kiss him again. He'd always been addicted to kissing this man. Even back in high school when they were sneaking kisses between classes and under stairways. When the black-haired man would crush him up to the couch arm and kiss him in the quiet of his family apartment.

There was nothing he loved more than being able to kiss this man silly. To kiss him until he was sure that his head was woozier than ever. That he felt exhilarated from the touch of those lips against his. He pressed his palm to rub gently at that cheek as lips slid against his with their familiar touch. It almost felt unfair that his husband was up there with not a stich on and here he was laying out in his boxers. Something he'd thrown on after his shower.

It felt odd not being able to touch his husband like this. To be unable to feel his twists and squirms of excitement. To feel him shudder and arch under his hands. There was nothing he wants than to caress his sides but he couldn't. Not with how the capture weapon was wrapped around him. But the least he could do was kiss this man with the desire he felt flickering under his skin. A feeling that was twisting slowly into him with each caress of those full lips against his.

Each breath that trembled over his cheek. He rubbed his husband's cheek again gently with a hum leaving the black-haired man in response when he then slid his thumb along his cheekbone. Lashes tickling his thumb as they fluttered in their shut position. He was more than happy to lay beneath this man all night long. Touch himself as long as it took to get the black-haired man turned on. Though he had not a doubt that from the moment he'd bounded and knotted his arms together that he'd been there.

That he'd turned his husband on, no matter how little or how much, by simply doing that. Lips moved together at that idle speed; nothing fast but nothing painfully slow. A firm press together with that quiet whispering between them ringing out to fill the quiet. He really ought to have more music playing when they had sex like this. Something about having the soft music filling the background always made it so much better when they came together like this.

It had him shifting slightly with his lips moving against Shouta's firmly when he felt the black-haired man's lips shift slightly. Swaying idly when he squirmed himself. He can only imagine how his husband had to be feeling in the moment. What had to be going through that head of his. It had him flushed knowing how simply turned on his husband had to be after having his arms bound. To be dangling the way that he was. Lips pressed firmly to his once again after the black-haired man stilled.

He couldn't stop himself from squirming himself as he slid his lips against those full ones with that spark of delight. Eagerness. He wants nothing more than to lay out here all night and kiss this man. To kiss him silly. Until those mismatched eyes of his were glowing at him with delight. Even if his husband couldn't see out of that deep gray eye of his, it still sparkled up at him. Still glowed like the left. It was a delightful sight that he absolutely adored.

There was no missing a beat with his husband who always seemed to be right there with him. It had him pressing up with his knees bending up slightly with his feet pressing to the floor. Ready to roll onto his knees the second he had a chance with that light smack ringing out quietly. A light, intermittent sound that came with the firm press of their lips as they continued to move at that idle speed. What did it feel like to be so helpless? To be dangling above the floor like that?

What did it feel like to have his arms bound together like that? To know that there was only a will keeping the capture weapon bound around the hooks that kept him up. It had him absolutely exhilarated to see him hanging there but he can only imagine how it feels to be in the situation. It touched him like none other to see his husband had such trust for him. Breaking away from the kisses briefly, he shifted his position, crawling backwards then rolling up onto his knees.

Ducking his head down, he pressed his lips to those full ones again earning himself a low whine from the black-haired man when shoulders wriggled. For the second time in a week they were playing with bondage and he adores it. Cupping his cheek, he slid his hand down to the side of his neck where curls spilled over it. Cupping the side of it, he rubbed his thumb over his jaw when he got a squirm from the black-haired man causing him to bounce lightly in his swing.

It had him electrified that his husband had agreed so readily to this situation. To bring a small fantasy to life like this. Pressing his lips firmly to Shouta's, he moved his lips faster than their idle speed had been. Something quicker. It had his husband moving along with him with that smack ringing out intermittently. He slid his thumb along his jaw before moving his hand away from it's cupped position. Reaching down to wedge his hand between his thighs.

Cupping himself through his boxers, he began to knead idly at himself. Letting that ache flutter into his stomach just like it always did without fail. God, Shouta looked beautiful in his swing. He truly looked so stunning that he didn't know what turned him on more. Knowing his husband was allowing himself to be so vulnerable or that he trusts him so much to do this. It was a hard thing to decipher but he was more than delighted to figure out later.

He slid his lips fervently with his husband's with that spark of desire flickering to life into the kiss. Running like an undercurrent that had him more than eager to press his lips harder to those full ones. Sliding against them with a plushness that had him absolutely melting. Kneading idly at himself, he let his knees slide over the floor slightly allowing him to slump down. Kissing his husband with that budding passion, he found that heat flashing over his skin.

Sinking down below it when he got a quiet sound from the black-haired man as lips moved against his with that answering passion. Desire. Pressing hard as they could to his with that smack ringing out as lips moved quickly together. Breaths trembling over his cheek when he squeezed at himself when his dick twitched beneath his hand. How easy it was to get hot over this man. This beautiful, stunning man who trusted him more than anything.

Pulling his hand away from his husband's neck, he reached to his own chest instead. He brushed his palm over a hardening nipple with his hand kneading at himself. Firm squeezes that had his dick twitching again when his husband's breath fanned over his cheek in a huff. It had him squirming slightly with his husband shifting in his swing with lips sliding against his with that hard press to get his toes curling. Kissing him with that passion to get his heart skipping and sprinting in his chest.

He lifted his hand up to squeeze at his chest to get his hips squirming slightly as he adjusted his position. Moving his lips against Shouta's firmly with that budding desire and passion that was returned to him without a second thought. He slid his palms over his nipples with an upwards slide then trailing his fingers over his nipples on a downward caress. It had his chest arching slightly as he lifted his hand up and down in an easy, consistent manner.

Trailing his fingers over his nipple to get them to perk up as lips slid against his fervently. Passionately. He happily threw himself into that passion with the fierce slides of those full lips against his. Arching his back slightly with his heart jumping in his chest wildly as his fingers trailed over his nipple. He knew he promised his husband the chance to watch him but he wasn't technically doing anything note worthy. Tingles raced under his skin when he trailed his fingers over his nipples.

sliding his hand over his chest to caress his side. Getting himself to squirm, twist, as he slid his lips against Shouta with that hard press that had his lips buzzing. Shouta was kissing him like he was starving for this. If he had said the truth then his husband really had been thinking about this all day. He'd no doubt made his own fantasies of how tonight was going to go and he was happy to let himself think that. He kneaded firmly at himself before rubbing in slow slides.

The quiet sound of his hand dragging over the fabric of his boxers. His dick twitched beneath his hand at the firm pressure he was giving himself. Curling his fingers in just enough to get him squirming when his husband whined softly at him. He broke away from the kisses then when his husband whined shrilly at him to which he leaned in for another press. Another caress. One, two, three, four times did he press his lips to his husband's lips.

The black-haired man squirming when he then took a breath. He knew all this moving would work against him but he laid out with his legs spreading open with those mismatched eyes burning at him. He knew it was hard for his husband to keep his head up and so he angled his hips down to give him a clear view with his hand kneading at himself. All he had to do was work himself to an erection and God that heat in his husband's gaze was doing it for him.

The way those full lips parted with fascination as he kneaded at himself while his fingers flicked over his nipple. It had tingles pooling down into his stomach which merely fed into that ache. Merely twisted it tighter. He shifted slightly with a quiet grunt when the blanket bunched beneath him only to lay out on his back. His hair spreading above and beneath him awkwardly but he ignored it as those mismatched eyes looked over him with another whine. Louder.

Squirming in his makeshift swing causing him to sway slightly when his gaze flicked down noting the twitching of his husband's dick. It had his own dick giving a happy twitch beneath his hand when he dragged his teeth over his tingling lip. He hummed up at his husband lowly in his throat on a surprisingly shaky note with his thighs spread further apart as he rubbed at himself. Slow. Firm. It had his dick twitching in a volley at the pressure given to his crotch.

Heat flashed under his skin at the intensity to that gaze. The hunger that was only growing as his husband watched his hand. Watched his thighs spread. It had his skin thrumming as that heat flashed beneath his skin in a burst that had his breaths catching in his throat. His hips arched up to press himself against his rubbing hand when his husband squirmed above him. Trembling breaths being taken that were slowly but surely racing as he trailed his fingers over his nipple before giving a sharp pinch.

A burst of pain that had him whining shrilly then with his head pressing back to the soft blankets beneath him as his dick twitched beneath his rubbing hand. His breaths trembled slightly when he tugged at his nipple sending a wave of tingles down to his stomach. Twisting that ache damn good. Heat smoldered under his skin leaving him flushed with those eyes locked onto him. Watching him with that sense of hunger. Of desire. God, when was the last time he touched himself in front of Shouta?

Was it during their mutual masturbation from their first challenge? When was the last time? He couldn't remember. Couldn't recall. But fuck if it didn't have his dick twitching as heat twisted beneath his skin before sinking down to grab at his bones. A desire that had his breaths racing quietly in anticipation when his fingers tugged sharply at his nipple again with a hard pinch that had him groaning up at his husband.

Twisting idly side to side when his hips canted up against his hand again with those slow, firm rubs getting his toes curling tightly. His feet pressing into the floor with his heart sprinting against his chest when he watched Shouta lick his lips. A brief lick but God if it didn't have heat flashing under his skin. His husband was looking at him like he was something he wanted to eat. Something he wants to devour. A meal he planned on gorging himself on. As if he had the control that he thought he did.

It had him shuddering with his thighs twitching further apart with his hand curling down to press firmly against his crotch with his thighs shaking from the spread. One that had his hips protesting lightly but he ignored it as tugged his fingers away from his nipple. Rubbing his palm over his nipple with fingers rubbing his areola. Tracing the rim of it. Light, delicate touches that had him squirming as his fingers danced over his areola.

Slow rubs inwards with his nails flicking at his piercing with a light click ringing out. Fuck, he wasn't an exhibitionist like his husband was but he absolutely adores the way those eyes were watching him. The way that his husband was staring at him with such intensity it had him absolutely squirming with his hand curling down. Rubbing at himself with firm, smooth movements with his fingers curling to squeeze at his twitching dick.

Loving how those eyes watched him with such intensity it had him feeling strangely embarrassed. A bit vulnerable. It had him squirming slightly with a whimper in his throat when black lashes fluttered in a blink with lips parting with those quick, racing breaths being taken. Shouta looked so pretty dangling above him. Curls tucked behind his ears that dangled forward over his shoulders beautifully to frame his red face. He hoped it was just a blush and not blood draining to his head.

He knew that dangling could put a strain on him but he hoped it was just a blush. Squirming slightly, his chest pressed into his hand as his back arched from the floor with his breaths trembling slightly. Racing quietly with his gaze locked onto that red face as his husband's gaze flicked over him restlessly with that riveted look. A hunger that had his dick twitching in a volley beneath his hand. He watched lips parting when his husband licked at them again.

And fuck if it didn't have his gaze riveted to those glistening lips delightedly as he began to rub faster. The drag of his hand over his boxers was deafening with his hips continuing to protest the wide spread of his thighs. He felt a wet drop beneath his fingers soaking into his boxers that had him whining. Twisting against the blankets. Soon, soon, soon he'd be on his feet again. He'd be fucking that mouth until lips were puffy. Until they looked swollen. Glistening.

He refused to come in his husband's mouth but he had said if he ever did, intentionally or unintentionally, that he could spit it out. That he didn't need to swallow it. But God knows he wants to swallow every damn drop his husband had to give. He'd never tire of the taste. Of the feeling. He raised his head slightly to glance down at his husband's twitching dick when he noted a droplet of pre-come welling along the slit before dripping off.

It had him squirming with his dick twitching under his hand in a volley as his eyes fluttered shut. It was almost like masturbating except he could feel those eyes on him. He could feel that gaze locked onto him watching him with that hunger. With that arousal. He could feel his lips tingling from those passionate kisses they'd been exchanging mere minutes ago. His cheeks throbbed lightly with the force of his blush as his hand rubbed at himself quickly.

Drags over himself that had him squirming as his dick twitched beneath his hand. He licked at his own lips with his brows squeezing together when he got an idea. A delirious, giddy idea. He opened his eyes to find his husband's gaze locked onto his rubbing hand when he moved his hands to his waist. Curling fingers into the waistband of his boxers when he then worked them down quickly to his knees. His dick twitched in a volley between his spread thighs as Shouta gawked down at him shamelessly.

He then lifted his hand up with his mouth opening as he lapped at his palm and fingers. Loving the hissing breath his husband took above him when he caught on. Licking at them thoroughly with the quiet, wet sound of his licking filling the quiet between them when his dick twitched again. That ache damn near unbearable with each passing second. An ache that twisted in his lower stomach agonizingly when he felt a droplet of drool run down his palm to his wrist.

Only then did he pull his hand away from his mouth to reach down with fingers wrapping around him. And he gave a slick stroke that had his husband's eyes widening with a blink only for that heat to blaze in those dark eyes. He gave himself another lazy stroke with his palm and fingers slipping slickly over himself with rubs over his piercings to get his hips bucking instinctively. He moaned out quietly to himself with his head pressing back as his husband squirmed in his swing above him.

Swaying when he gave himself another of those lazy strokes before settling into a simple, easy stroking speed for himself to use. Thighs twitching as his hips ached faintly from their wide spread as his hand slid up and down. His dick twitching in his grasp as those eyes stared down at him with such an intensity it had his skin ripping with a burst of heat. One that sank to his bones anew with a ripping intensity as he stroked himself with those eyes on him.

Fuck, he didn't think it'd be so exciting. He didn't think that he'd be getting off on his husband watching him essentially jerk himself off but he was. His dick twitched in a volley in his grasp to which he squeezed tighter tearing another low moan out of himself. Hips bucking up as he kept his strokes even with fingers trailing over his piercings to tug at them lightly. It had sparks of pleasure pooling into his stomach as he teased the piercings with each up and down stroke.

Brushing over them to get his hips bucking upwards with a hitching breath being taken as he squirmed in his place below his husband. And God, if he didn't like this. If he didn't find this fucking hot. He'd have to find another chance to touch himself for Shouta. Another moment where he could let the black-haired man watch him. It had him shuddering with his toes curling as his hips thrusted up again into his hand.

It had him twisting eagerly against the blankets when he licked his lips to wet them again. He swallowed only to moan out lowly with his hand squeezing as his fingers dragged over his piercings sending sparks of pleasure ripping up his back. Pooling into his stomach. They were so sensitive. And fuck, he knows how his husband liked to play with them. How his tongue moved just right to nudge and flick, rub and toy with his piercings when he was sucking his dick.

How he liked to play with them when he was jerking him off. How fascination glowed in those mismatched eyes of his when he tugged, twisted and played with the piercings until he was harder than a rock. Until he was squirming beneath him with whimpers tearing out of him. It had him squirming with his hips arching up as he moved his hand faster with fingers curving to swipe over the head of his twitching dick. And it had him shuddering when he felt that gush.

Felt the rush of his blood moving so fast through his veins it damn near ached. It had him sucking in a sharp breath before it trembled out of him as he stroked himself quickly with his had curving the way his husband's always did. Twisting. It had him moaning out with a burst of volume which had his husband whining up above him. Fuck him, there was a thrill to all this that he hadn't begun to factor in when they first discussed this.

His husband then let out a low groan above him when he opened his eyes to find the black-haired man squirming. Swaying slightly with shoulders wriggling as he no doubt jerked at his bonds. Eyes locked onto his hardening dick as it twitched in his grasp. Fuck, his husband looked so good above him like this. He could lay out on this floor and jerk himself off all damned night. But he had better plans for his husband had several requests. He did too.

And he wanted nothing more than to give Shouta one of his desires. He stroked himself quickly with twisting curves as he squeezed himself tightly. Stiffening in his own hand when he lifted his head up to find his husband's own twitching dick hardening. Pre-come dripping from the slit to the blankets below. It had him squirming when he swiped his fingers over the head of his hardening erection. Smearing droplets of pre-come welling along the slit that had yet to drip.

Stroking himself quickly as he dared with fingers tugging at his piercings giving himself those shots of heat. God, it had him squirming with his thighs trembling in their spread position. His boxers dug into the sides of his knees annoyingly, but he didn't care. So long as he had his husband's mismatched eyes on him, he didn't care what happened. He let his head thud back to the floor with those eyes watching him with that hungry desire. It had him squirming with his fingers tugging at his piercings.

Tugging at the skin around them with his careless, twisting strokes to get himself moaning as he let his thighs come together slightly. Giving his hips a break from the wide spread as he stroked himself with fingers swiping at the dripping head. Hips thrusting up into his hand as he filled out in his grasp while those eyes watched him. It had him squirming, twisting, with that eagerness ripping to the surface in his chest with that excitement.

His feet pressed to the floor when ground the pads of his fingers into the head of his erection to get his hips jumping. A whimper in the back of his throat ripping out of him as his fingers traced along the slit rubbing away the beads of pre-come that welled there. Sliding his hand down his shaft to the base with his teeth dragging over his lip slightly before he huffed out with his husband whining shrilly above him. Shoulders moving when he jerked at his bones with legs squirming.

Swaying above him. He didn't want to keep him waiting. Didn't want his husband to go a second longer without getting what he wanted from him. The black-haired man had asked they started off with a blowjob. No, it was far more vulgar than that. His husband had asked for him to hold his head and place then fuck his mouth. It had his back arching at the thought with his feet sliding over the blanket. His husband whimpered with a squirm up above him.

Staring at him with such longing, such desire, it had him whimpering back at him. Stroking himself quickly with long slides over himself with hips twitching up to thrust into his hand shallowly when he let out a trembling breath. A huff that broke up racing breaths briefly only for them to rake down his throat once again. Panting shallowly with his eyes locked on that red face up above him. The way he was twisting, squirming, causing him to sway slightly above him.

Swallowing again, he squeezed at himself fiercely with a pressure to get him moaning lowly to himself as he slid his hand up. Rolling his palm over the dripping head with his husband whimpering again with an eager spark to those dark eyes that it had him moving. Crawling out again from his place to stand up, his hands going to his boxers to work them down his legs. Flicking them away with his foot, he reached out to coax his husband's head up even if it was a bit of a strain.

Lips parting with those racing, quick breaths as he trailed his fingers along his jaw towards his chin. His thumb coming up to press against that full bottom lip with a rub that had his husband squirming again. Looking at him with that hungry eagerness that got his blood racing through his veins. Rubbing his thumb over that full bottom lip again, again, again in a sliding caress. Racing, shallow pants fanned over his thumb with Shouta shifting with a light sway as his eyes locked onto him.

A back of throat whimper leaving the man. An eager sound that had his erection twitching against his stomach. Throbbing lightly. It was aching. God, he swore he'd never ached harder when he shifted forward with his hips angling themselves forward. And full lips were pressing to his erection in a frenzy of shallow, awkward kisses down along the base. Kisses that sent shivers up his back as he watched his husband kiss him only to feel the heat of his mouth on him.

And it had him groaning at the open-mouthed kiss placed to the base with that tongue swirling against his skin. Suckling lightly at his spot, he slid his hand from its place on his chin to come up to twist into those wild locks of his. Angling his hips closer to grind himself against those full lips. Against the heat of his mouth. His husband lifted his mouth then with his tongue pressing against his skin as he then licked up as far as he could possibly could.

It sent shivers down his back when the tip of his tongue traced out the faint shape of a vein before kissing him in a flurry. The underside, the side of it, and the base with lips shimmering from the saliva left behind. Mismatched eyes looking up at him then with all the boldness in the world as he kissed at the base. God, there was something sexy about it. Something so fucking sexy it had his erection twitching when he pulled his hips backwards as his husband opened his mouth up.

He used his free hand to pull himself away from his stomach with the head resting against that full bottom lip. It had lips closing around him with a heat that had his toes curling against the softness of the blankets. Dragging his teeth over his lip when he slid his hips forward with the black-haired man leaning forward. Doing his best to stretch his head forward when he moved his hips to begin sinking into the heat of his husband's mouth with a groan.

Wet.

Hot.

It had him groaning out louder when his husband suckled at him fervently, frantically, the further he sank into him. His hands sinking into the black-haired man's hair. Holding his head up when he got near the halfway mark quickly. He hit the back of his throat which had the black-haired man gagging around him. Pulling back slightly, he felt the ripple of his tongue beneath the underside of his erection as he swallowed. Trying to soothe himself no doubt when his husband took a deep breath.

Then he felt his tongue moving to rub up against his piercings with the tip of his tongue prodding at a bar much to his delight. It had him tightening his grasp on his hair as that tongue moved to rub. Shaping itself to the underside of his erection when the tip of his tongue rubbed at a piercing just out of reach. Stretching his tongue out to touch it. He loved that his husband was so fascinated by his piercings. He loves that his husband likes to play with them.

It had shivers racing down his back as that heat soaked into his erection. So, fucking wet. God, he was melting with his hands fisting at those black curls with a moan spilling out of him as his husband continued to move his tongue. Rubbing and lapping at him like he was a piece of candy he'd given him.

The blush smothering itself on his cheeks was beautiful. The wild locks around his fingers were beautiful. Stunning. Seeing those full lips wrap around him like that had his thighs tensing against the urge to squirm

he scratched at his husband's head gently. Sucking at him in pulls that had him moaning out as his husband continued to rub his tongue up against his piercings. Playing with that one just out of reach. Letting him get comfortable. He dragged his teeth over his lip with his head falling back slightly with another moan when Shouta sucked at him. Hard pulls while his tongue moved with huffing breaths being taken through his nose. Black lashes resting on red cheeks.

God, it was a sight to truly behold when he swallowed before he used his hold to keep his husband's head in place. And then he thrusted forward; sinking down his throat down to the base in a sleek thrust that had his husband gagging. A horrible, wrenching gag as his arms jerked frantically with hands twisting and turning restlessly. Tears popping on those black lashes as his husband gagged again with his throat rippling around him as he swallowed frantically to soothe the reaction.

It had him moaning out at that frantic rippling of his throat; at the heat. The feel of his nose pressed to his pelvis. Fuck, fuck! It was damn good! When was the last time he let his husband suck his dick? When was the last time he was buried down his throat like this? When he got to relish in the heat of his mouth and throat while he huffed against his pelvis? Since he saw tears pop on his lashes like that? Shouta is so beautiful he can hardly stand it. And this was only the first round.

This was only the "pre-game" that they'd talked before he fucked the black-haired man. This was only the foreplay. It had him groaning when he lifted his head up as he ground his hips forward with a weaker gag leaving the black-haired man. Panting against his pelvis, when black lashes lifted up with those small tears on his lashes trickling down his cheeks. Watery, gray and black eyes staring up at him. Shining wetly. Fuck!

God, there was something about those wet eyes that had him tightening his hands on black curls. Grinding cautiously against those full lips when he felt his throat ripple around him again. And again. Swallowing in between those hard sucks had him biting at his lip to muffle a moan with his eyes threatening to roll back. His husband suckled at him idly like he was a pop; something to soothe himself. Swallowing hard around him to make his throat ripple had his toes curling.

His fingers trembling as they gripped onto black curls fervently when his thighs trembled. He squirmed with his hands tugging on those black curls as he continued cautiously grinding against his husband's mouth. Biting down on his lip with those wet eyes staring up at him with that watery sheen. Paired with the blush smothering itself over his cheeks and the few stray curls that clung to the tear tracks on his cheeks it had him moaning. Had him grinding quicker. Faster.

And his husband merely began suckling at him with that change in speed; sucking at him fervently with lips pinching together slightly. His throat rippling when he swallowed again around him. It felt damned planned on his husband's part, but it had him grinding urgently against those full lips that pinched around him tightly. His husband looked up at him with those wet lashes as he suckled at him firmly when that tongue wiggled against the underside of his dick tearing a groan out of him.

He then slid his hips backwards despite the tight pinch of those lips and then he thrusted forward. A shallow thrust that had his husband gagging weakly with lashes fluttering down onto red cheeks. Black brows squeezing together when he pulled his hips back again then thrusted forward. A slick glide over his tongue and down his throat that rippled around him in a swallow. Fuck, everything about his husband was utterly lewd.

The expression pinching at his red face as he held his head up while the rest of him squirmed in his swinging harness. Causing him to sway slightly despite his head that stayed still. Pulling his hips back, he watched himself slip out of his husband's mouth shallowly with his skin glistening with his saliva. He thrusted back down his throat which had his husband groaning with his suckling continuing. A fervent suckle that gave him a pressure that had his toes curling against the floor.

Had him moaning delightedly at the vibrations it sent rocking over him as he continued his slow, even thrusts. Slipping down his throat. Over his wiggling tongue. Thrusting into the heat of his mouth while admiring the way his skin glistened when he pulled back. He knew his husband wanted that hard, brutal fucking but he'd get there. Swore he would. For now, he wanted to keep his thrusts even to get his husband accustomed to the feeling of him slipping down his throat.

He tugged back then thrusted forward with that tongue rubbing up against his piercings when he slid backwards. The tip of his tongue prodding, playing, with his piercings sending sparks up his back as he moaned before thrusted forward. Loving the muffled moan, he came back as he tightened his hands on the black curls he held. Did his throat bulge? Did it feel full? It had him shuddering at the thought of the raspy voice his husband would have after this. Husky.

It was his favorite thing about his husband; he always got husky after he sucked his dick. It had him squirming with a whimper with his hips moving quicker. Shallow. Quick. Thrusting down his throat again, again, again with a moan bursting out of his husband who suckled at him fervently. Sucking, licking, rubbing. Hot. Wet. It had him shuddering when he continued moving his hips quickly with those shallow thrusts as he stared down at his husband's face. Unable to look away.

God, he truly was beautiful tonight. So beautiful. It had him panting shallowly with increasing speed as his hips moved with himself slipping in and out of his husband with skin glistening slickly up at him with that quiet, wet sound punctuating each thrust. A slurp as his husband swallowed hard to keep from drooling. Oh, oh, it was the fucking best. God, he loves it. He really ought to implement more oral in the bedroom. He'd been slacking lately, hadn't he?

Was it because they were tired of oral after the months they spent doing it? The months spent with hands, fingers and toys trying to replace what sex they could have? He had not a clue but God if he didn't want to fuck his mouth all night. Fuck his throat until it was raw. He wants nothing more than to fuck his husband's throat until he was truly husky. Truly hoarse. His hips snapped back and forth quickly with his husband sucking at him with fervent pulls on him like he was a piece of candy.

Like he was something sweet his husband was intent on devouring. He had a suspicion his husband had a bit of an oral fixation, but he was waiting on his husband to mention it first. To bring it up first. Panting shallowly, his hips moved to snap back and forth with an increasing speed as he held his husband's head still. Keeping it bent up with black lashes fluttering on red cheeks. He half expected those eyes to open but he knew it would be too much for his husband.

Especially now that he was actively moving. Now that he was thrusting into his mouth faster than he had been as he slipped over his tongue and down his throat effortlessly. Listening to the slurps as his husband tried to keep from drooling over himself. His throat rippling with hard swallows that had him squirming with moans spilling out of him. Loving the muffled, low moans spilling out of his husband as he snapped his hips back and forth giddily.

Thrusting into his mouth again, again, again with that wet glide sending shivers down his back. It had him moaning desperately with his hands trembling as he squeezed at those curls tightly. Thrusting into the heat of his mouth that suckled at him fervently with his husband moaning up at him. Hips wriggling causing him to sway in his makeshift hammock. It had him biting his lip with his gaze locked down on his husband's red face before he let his head fall back.

Groaning lowly in his throat with his hips moving quickly to thrust into his mouth. He was more than happy to fuck this man's throat raw if that's what he wanted tonight. God, it had him squirming with his hands fighting the urge to tug and pull his husband's head along his shaft. To force him up and down in time with his thrusting the way he would any other time. He'd do it in a heartbeat if his husband hadn't been so keen on his head being held still.

It was a change to their blowjobs that he found himself absolutely adoring. He shuddered as he thrusted into his husband's mouth giddily. He began to lengthen his draw back with his husband moaning up at him ecstatically with vibrations rocking over his shaft. It had him moaning back at the black-haired man as he thrusted into his mouth again and again. Pulling his hips back further before snapping his hips forward to bury himself to the hilt in his mouth. Down his throat.

And God if it didn't have his husband moaning at him with that consistent suckling before a slurp rang out as he kept himself from drooling. He could do this all night. Fuck, he needs to go down on his husband the next time he has the chance to do so. He was burning up. Hot, hot, hot. If he had the lube on him, he'd be more than happy to lean forward and fuck him with his fingers. He can only imagine how hard his husband had to be. How it had to be aching.

Dripping onto his capture weapon that they'd need to wash before the end of the night was over. It had his teeth digging in deeper into his lip to muffle his moan with his hips snapping back and forth. Loving the way that tongue arched up to rub against the underside of his erection. How his husband found time in his pull backs to toy with his piercings wickedly. Fuck. Grunting lowly under his breath, he thrusted faster.

Sliding over that wicked tongue of his husband's that wriggled and lapped at him. Slipping down his throat that ripped around him without fail each time he was buried in to the base. When he had pants fanning over his pelvis. His head fell back further as his hips continued to move quickly when he lengthened his pull back again as his teeth chewed at his lip. His brows squeezing together when his teeth dragged over his lip with a huffing exhale with his fingers tugging at black curls.

God, the way this man was sucking at him so consistently was driving him up the wall. Was driving him insane. Shit, he loves it when his husband suckles at him like that. When his tongue prodded at his piercings like that. It had him shuddering with his hips bucking instinctively to thrust into his mouth sharply. Loving the way his throat rippled around his erection. Swallowing around him. His back arched slightly when he rocked slightly on his feet with the movement of his hips.

They jumped quickly to snap forward into the heat of Shouta's mouth. Down his throat. Fuck, fuck! He was sucking him so damned good when he lifted his head up to look down only to find those shimmering eyes on him. Staring at him with a hunger that had him pulling back further. Four piercings, if he had to count, slipping out of his husband before snapping forward back down his throat. His husband gulped around him the second he was down his throat much to his delight.

And then he began to hum. Ohhhh, it had him squirming with a moan spilling out of him. Shouta began to hum pleasantly around him as he snapped his hips back and forth. Pulling back at that new length as he snapped his hips forward down his throat with not a gag leaving the black-haired man. It took a bit but once he was ready? Prepared? His husband could take him down to the hilt without blinking an eye. Take him all the way to the base once they have past those initial gags.

It had him burning hot, hot, hot with his hands clutching at his hair to keep his head still. All while those eyes looked up at him like he hung the stars and moon. Staring at him like he wants to devour him. There was a fuzzy quality to his husband's gaze that told him he was doing his best to hang on. To keep himself from sinking into that fuzzy headspace of his. Staring at him like he was the single point in his world that kept him tethered.

It had him moaning at the thought with his mouth dropping open with racing pants being taken. How deafening it was hearing his husband pant through his nose when he slammed forward with a new strength that had his husband's humming stuttering. Breaking off into a moan that had him squirming at the vibrations it sent over him. He ground his hips fervently against those full lips that looked so puffy. As if they were swollen from their kisses. From this.

Moaning back at his husband, he yanked his hips backwards then slammed forward again in another hard thrust that had his husband groaning. Arms wriggling in their bound position around his back as he resumed his fast thrusts. Hard. Coming forward hard against his mouth which had his husband writhing as he sucked fiercely at him. Hard sucks that had his cheeks hollowing out briefly much to his delight as he moaned at those hard pulls.

Sucks that had his toes curling and his hips snapping faster. Slamming against his husband's mouth again and again desperately when that all too familiar slurp rang out. God, he loves it. Loves his husband who was taking it so damn well that he was going to go above and beyond when it came to fucking him. The wet sound of his thrusts ringing out as he clung to the black curls was deafening when his husband jerked before writhing causing him to sway in his makeshift hammock.

Humming around him once again like he'd never stopped had him eager to slam forward down his throat where those vibrations could rock over him. Into his pelvis. It has him all too eager as he slammed his hips forward to hit against his mouth while yanking them back eagerly. His shaft glistening with saliva before he was thrusting back in with a quiet, wet sound ringing out. Not quite a squelch but something akin to it when he thrusted into his husband's waiting mouth.

Down his throat. How hard was he? Was he soaking through his capture weapon? Was he dripping onto his stomach? Would there be a wet spot on the blankets down below him? He wanted to know. He wanted so badly to take a peek beneath, but he knew the wait would be worth it. Slamming his hips back and forth, he began to subconsciously began to tug on his husband's head. Pulling him down to meet his slamming thrusts forward then yanking him up when he pulled back.

Up and down, up and down, up and down while his husband sucked at him. Hummed with his limited breathing much to his delight with not a noise of protest to be heard. He continued his weak tugging on his husband's head as he thrusted into the heat of his mouth. Down his throat again and again slickly with the black-haired man's tongue rubbing up against his piercings. Playing with them the second that he pulled back. Sucking harder when the head of his erection rested on the middle of his tongue.

It arched up to grind against the slit with a shuddering hum leaving his husband before he was diving forward with a groan. Ohhhhh, this was the fucking best. The absolute best. He needs this man to go down on him more often. He needs to go down on him more often. Shuddering with his back arching slightly, his hips snapped in a frenzy when he got a gulping swallow. Moaning at his husband as he yanked at his head forcing him down to his pelvis when he swung his hips forward.

Tugging back with his hold on his head pulling him upwards where his husband suckled at the head frantically. His tongue rubbing into the slit much like he would grind his piercing into Shouta's. He moaned at the rub before diving forward again down his throat with arms jerking at the rope. His husband moaning around him with that suckling as his tongue stretched out to rub at his piercings. It had him squirming with his hips twitching slightly as he giddily tugged at his husband's head.

Slamming his hips back and forth with those puffy full lips wrapped tightly around him. Then Shouta began to hollow out his cheeks. Hard sucks that had him shouting out with delight when he tightened his hands on the black-haired man's hair. On the curls that tickled his fingers. It had his hips jumping back and forth, back and forth. Holding his husband's head still again after slamming him down to his pelvis. Watching his nose nuzzle itself into his pubic hair before he began to thrust again.

Yanking his hips back giddily where he watched the skin glisten slickly from the saliva. Slamming forward against those full, puffy lips of his. Loving the hard suction as his cheeks continued to hollow themselves out for him much to his delight. To his pleasure. God, if he didn't wish his husband liked swallowing. He'd happily come down his throat again and again to fill him up that way too. But he wouldn't dare think of toeing the line. Wouldn't dare think of trampling over his boundaries.

The last thing he wanted to do was to do that to him. Slamming his hips forward harder, faster, he could practically hear that lustful, husky voice moaning out for that demand. For him to be fucked faster. Harder. It had him moaning at the mere thought of his husband demanding more of him when he'd already been so rough with him tonight. He knew his throat had to be aching from the hard hits to the back of it. The harsh way he slid down his throat.

There was no way that it didn't ache from the hard thrusts he gave and yet that gaze was begging him. Pleading him to go harder. Faster. It had his stomach fluttering with the pooling pleasure that had it becoming heavy. Like magma was being poured into him slowly but steadily. Leaving him hot, hot, hot as that heat raked beneath the surface of his skin. He could feel sweat pricking at his lower and upper back. Against the back of his neck. Along his forehead.

He was working up a sweat over a blowjob and he loves it. Oh, oh, there was nothing better. Slamming himself into his husband's waiting mouth again and again was a compulsion. Chasing after that pleasure that was being given to him, his husband suckled at him. Lapping at the underside of his erection. It had him moaning down at his husband who merely sucked at him. Licked at him. Like he was something he needed to get every last bit of.

Something that he had to suck down the second that he could. It had him moaning delightedly with his hands squeezing at black curls tightly. His hands holding onto his husband's hair desperately. Staring down at those pleading eyes when they fluttered shut with eyes rolling back. Whimpering pleadingly around him with his tongue prodding at his piercings wickedly with the middle of his tongue rubbing against the dripping head. Fuck.

If he wasn't careful, he'd end up coming in his mouth and he didn't want to do that. Not yet. He could edge himself. He could stop right as he got to that border and slap a cock ring onto himself. It would be deviating from their plan for the night, but he knew if he wanted to stay hard and fuck his husband after that he needed to do just that. But it felt so fucking good. He couldn't think of stopping now. He didn't want to stop.

He slammed himself forward into that wet heat that was sucking him damn good. Sucking at him like he was something his husband wanted every bit to taste. Wanted every last drop out of him. Even if they both knew he wasn't going to be drinking any come. The only one who would be him. Licking at his lips with his gaze locked down on that red face with puffy lips pinching around him with hard sucks. God, he loves this man. Loves what he was willing to let him do just to feel good.

And he was going to ensure that his husband didn't just feel good. He was going to make sure he felt amazing. That he pumps as many orgasms as he can out of him. To make sure he comes again and again until he was sobbing beneath him with the plea of no more. Something that typically came after the fourth round. He thrusted into his husband's mouth hard, fast, with the black-haired man moaning around him delightedly.

It had him absolutely writhing with his toes curling again and again into the blankets he stood on. He was fucking hot. God, he didn't think he'd get so worked up over a blowjob but here he was hotter than anything. Fuck, his mouth feels so good around him. Far better than he last remembered. Was it because this was just one of many blowjobs since he got those final three piercings added to his ladder? Was it because his husband seemed to focus on playing with his piercings whenever he could?

He had not a clue but fuck if it didn't have him huffing out desperately with his hands clutching at black curls desperately as he slammed himself into his mouth that was sucking at him fervently. Fuck, he kept making that face he was going to come whether he liked it or not. His husband had a look of concentration on his face that had his hands tightening on his hair. This earned him a keening moan from the black-haired man.

It had him slamming hard, hard, hard into his mouth with those puffy lips pinching tightly around him. Cheeks intermittently hollowing out to suck at him harder. His throat rippling with gulps like he was trying to drink him down. Like he was trying to swallow him up; keep him down his throat with those hard swallows. Fuck, how did he ever live without this? How did he go without blowjobs from his husband? How did he go without it so often?

He was going to make sure that his husband felt the similar pleasure. Fuck, when he had him out of this makeshift hammock he was going to suck his dick. He was going to choke himself on that fat fucking thing if it was the last thing he did tonight. He was going damned best that Shouta was euphoric. That he had so many damned orgasms, so much pleasure, that he was knocked breathless. Wheezing next to him with that glow to his eyes.

Shivering, he pounded himself into his husband's mouth with the black-haired man swallowing desperately. To keep from drooling no doubt as he held his head still. Despite the itching desire to slam his head down to his pelvis. To make him meet his pounding thrusts as he slid down his throat that rippled around him each time without fail. It had him throwing his head back when his husband began to suck harder at him consistently.

No longer that idle suction or the break ups in that idle pressure. No, his husband was sucking hard at him in pulls with his tongue rippling up to rub against the underside of his erection. Pleasure pooled into his stomach like a thick magma that had him hissing in a breath only for it to fly out on a cry. He yanked his hips back when his husband used that hard suction on the head of his erection. The middle of his tongue moving against the head to rub against it.

The tip coming up to prod at the slit that had to be dripping shamelessly onto his tongue when he shouted at the pleasure. The heat. He buried himself down his throat that rippled hard around him. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. Gulping. It had him moaning louder, louder, louder. The picture frames on their walls rattled deafeningly when his husband whimpered around him. Prompting him to cut himself off with his teeth digging into his lower lip again. God, he was melting.

He was hotter than anything and he knew he couldn't continue to blaze so hot. So feverishly. It had him shuddering with his hips snapping forward eagerly with his hands squeezing. Holding onto him as the black-haired man sucked around him fervently. He panted raggedly with similar pants fanning over his pelvis when his husband bottomed out again and again. Moaning desperately at his husband, he tugged at his hair but kept his head still. Refused to move it.

He'd already broken once, and he knew that he'd hear all about it when Shouta pulled away playfully. He just needs to come. He needs to move their scene along tonight before it gets too late. It had him moaning eagerly at the thought when he jerked himself forward to thrust into his husband's mouth with that wet sound ringing out. Not quite a squelch but damn close to it when his teeth dragged over his lip as his mouth fell open. And fuck, he was crying out again.

His husband sucked fiercely at him. Hard sucks that had him yanking desperately at his hair. It had his erection throbbing with that erratic insistence as he dove into that sucking heat. Sucking him so fucking good he felt half ready to burst. Felt ready to lose his mind. Fuck, it was so good! His husband really was the fucking king of blowjobs, wasn't he? He knew just what to do to rile him up. He knew what to do best that would make him feel good.

Even if he was holding his head still, his husband was sucking his cock like it was the best thing in the world. Like he was a piece of hard candy. Sucking, sucking, sucking. It had that maddening throbbing of his erection threatening to tear him apart when he whimpered. A keening sound that was echoed in a muffled quality as his husband whimpered around him. Vibrations that ran over his erection much to his delight as his hips snapped quickly. Faster.

Thrusting into his mouth and relishing in the suction that had his toes curling. Fuck, he loves this man. He threw his head back with a keening moan tearing out of him when he tugged at his hair subconsciously. Fucking hell does he loves this man! Ohh, he loves him so fucking much. If his husband wanted to go down on him again and again he'd let him. He'd bury himself between those thick thighs and suck his dick. He'd eat him out. Whatever Shouta wanted, he was going to get tonight. ⭐

"Ohhhh, fuck! Fuck me, baby! Oh! Mmm! God, do-do you have an-any clue how beautiful you are? How fu-ffffucking sexy you are? Nnnghnn! Ah! Yo-You're the most be-beautiful man I've ever seen! Su-Such a good boy! Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Su-Suck my fucking cock, baby! Fu-Fucking choke on it! Mmm! You li-like that, huh? Like su-sucking it? You are a good li-little cock sucker, aren't you? Like ga-gagging on it? You can't get enough of m-mmmmy cock can you, ba-baby? My pre-pretty, beautiful, se-sexy Shouta!"

A moan burst out of his husband when he lifted his head to find lashes fluttering on red cheeks. How beautiful he looked. God, he can't get over how beautiful his husband looked to him in the moment when he shuddered with his hands tightening in his hair. Squeezing tightly with another moan flying out of his husband who suckled fervently at his erection with hard pulls that had him moaning. Had him tugging at his hair when he watched hips writhing with the rest of his husband causing him to sway.

Hell, had he been swaying back and forth this whole time from the force of his thrusts? He had not a clue but he didn't mind it. Fuck, he wants nothing more than to fuck him until he was wailing. Screaming. It was all he fucking wants. And fuck, he hates but he could feel that fluttering in his stomach. Feeling it pulling together weakly much to his disappointment. Did he want to come? Or did he want to save it? It would only make his orgasm all the more intense if he didn't come now.

It had him biting at his lip with that indecision but he knew he needed to come to one quickly. That he couldn't risk coming in his husband's mouth or on his face. What did he want? He didn't have a clue. Thrusting into his husband's mouth desperately with his back arching slightly as his heart thudded against his chest sickeningly. Hard. Fast. He needed to go harder, faster. His husband was moaning shamelessly around him with his tongue rubbing delightfully against the underside of his erection.

It had him tugging at his hair with his hips slamming against those puffy lips in a frenzy. Frantic. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself between those squirming thighs. To have his hands fisted up in his hair as he was slammed up and down along his husband's erection. Fuck, it had him squirming with his thighs shaking in anticipation with his pants flying out of him raggedly. Far too fast. His husband's own pants were ragged, uneven, taken desperately through his nose.

He pounded into his mouth eagerly. Slamming forward into that wet heat as he clung onto those black curls desperately. It was like an anchor. The one thing keeping him tethered down as those soft black curls wrapped around his fingers. Slipped around his hands like tendrils. He could feel that fluttering in his stomach pulling tighter together to create a hot little spark in his lower stomach. It had him whimpering eagerly at his husband who whimpered back at him in that muffled pitch.

Shouta's tongue prodding and playing with his piercings when they could. Hollowing out his cheeks with hard sucks that had his toes curling. His thighs shaking. it had his hands shaking in the curls they were buried in as he slipped over his husband's tongue slickly. Sliding down his throat like it was absolutely nothing. God, he loves that. Loves how his husband sucks his dick with such eagerness. When he was sucking hard at him like he was a damn pop.

Moving his tongue anyway that he can to drive him insane. Drive him up the wall. It had him shuddering with his hips moving in a frenzy to chase after that hot little spark twisting tighter into his stomach. Oh, oh, he didn't think he'd get so close so fast but he was. Fuck, he was getting so damn close it was doing nothing but riling him up. Grunting to himself as he held his husband's head still with his jaw clenching slightly with his hands clutching at black locks fervently.

He was going to return the favor to his husband. He was going to do whatever he possibly can to make sure that his husband was going to be euphoric by the time they were done. He was going to make sure that those legs were shaking by the end of the night. That his husband was a whimpering, teary eyed mess that he loves nothing more than to reduce him down too. Snapping his hips desperately back and forth to pound himself down his husband's throat.

And he found himself absolutely delighted to catch those little whimpers leaving the black-haired man. It had him squirming at the muffled sounds leaving his husband. Groaning at the way his husband squirmed and twisted in his makeshift hammock was absolutely everything. It had him melting as he buried himself again and again into that wet heat. It had him shuddering with his hands clutching at the black-haired man's hair. Fuck, fuck! God, he could let this man suck him off all day.

He really was getting far closer than he thought he was as that spark twisted into his stomach. Like a hot coal that had his hips jumping frantically. A frenzied back and forth as his pants raced quickly. Raking down his throat only to rasp out of him far, far too fast when he gritted his teeth with his hips moving quickly as he began to climb that mountain. Ohhhhh, he was fucking hot. Blazing. His erection was throbbing frantically with twitches that had his husband swallowing around him hard.

Gulping at him as if he were coming down his throat. As if he were shooting right down his throat. It was a thought that he couldn't help moaning at ecstatically. Had him writhing on his feet with the throbbing driving him mad. He felt a droplet run down the side of his face as his husband sucked harder at him. Hard, fierce pulls on his shaft and gulping swallows that had him moaning eagerly at his husband. Fuck him, he was getting there.

And he hated the thought of pulling out of this wet heat but he was going to have too. Shit, he was going to have to pull out. It had him melting with his hips snapping quickly. That wet heat was driving him insane. It was driving him nowhere but up, up, up as heat blazed under his skin with nails raking beneath the surface of it. His brows squeezed together as his mouth dropped open with his rasping pants as his fingers tugged at black curls.

Holding onto them desperately as he slammed into his mouth with moans, whines and whimpers vibrating over his erection tearing moans out of him. Groans. Snapping grunts that ripped out of him with each slamming thrust he gave into the black-haired man's mouth. And fuck, he was jerking his hips backwards with his hands working hands free from his husband's hair as he slipped out of his husband with a slick pop. Strands of saliva, thick and thin, connected his erection to Shouta's tongue.

His puffy lips. He looked utterly ruined. It had him gasping in as his hands were flying out of his hair to grab at his erection. His husband's head hung forward with rasping pants being taken as he dropped down to his knees. He knew his husband wanted to see. Knew he wanted to watch. And he was going to give him just that. Wrapping his shaking fingers around his erection, he began to stroke himself quickly.

His erection throbbed fervently beneath his fingers as he began stroking himself fast, fast, fast. His other hand bracing itself behind him on the floor with thighs spreading. Knees sliding effortlessly over the blanket as his hand flew over himself quickly. Mimicking the pounding speed he'd been using on his husband mere minutes ago with the black-haired. Fast, fast, fast. Curving his hand in twists that dragged at the skin surrounding his piercings tearing a keening moan out of him.

He thrusted up into his hand shamelessly with his fingers twisting into the blanket as he leaned onto his hand. Huffing as he stroked himself fast as he could with fingers swiping over the head of his dripping erection. Doing his best to wipe them away but they dripped faster than he thought. Stroking himself quickly with hips thrusting into his hand he chased after that spark that twisted tighter, tighter, tighter into his stomach. Had him whimpering breathlessly as his brows squeezed together.

And he forced his lashes up to find those dark eyes on him. Watching him with a sense of hunger that had him squirming and writhing. Thrusting shamelessly into his hand with a light clap of his hand hitting the base again and again. His thighs fell open naturally as they could without his moving hips protesting it. Fuck, there was saliva trailing down his husband's chin. Dripping off lazily with those foggy eyes locked on his moving hand with a whimper leaving the man.

Squirming up above him as he dangled in the straps of his capture weapon. He thrusted against his hand again and again desperately with his erection damn near pulsing in his hand with how close he was. Close, close, close. He was so fucking close. And it was driving him insane. His husband's saliva acted as the lubricant he needed with his fingers tugging at his piercings recklessly to give himself those shots of pleasure. Anything to get himself closer, closer, closer.

And fuck him, there was something so hot about having his husband watch. About having those foggy, mismatched eyes on him. And this was only the foreplay. This was only the beginning to their scene. They were far from over. His gaze flicked to his husband's dripping erection; the head flushed a soft red as pre-come dribbled down the underside of his erection. Dripping to the blankets down below. Oh, his husband was harder than anything.

It had him huffing as his hand slammed down to the base with that light clap as his hips jerked up. His erection throbbing under his hand erratically as he climbed to the top of that damned mountain. Dancing on the edge when his husband practically mewled at him in that husky pitch causing it to crack. Tremble. And God, he didn't need a word of encouragement. He didn't need his husband to talk dirty to him. All he needed was that one little husky sound from his husband.

One little sound that had him dancing on the edge that he was hardly clinging too. His thighs shook viciously before tensing up as his eyes squeezed shut when he felt his balls drawing upwards in preparation. His mouth hanging open on a gasp as his eyes rolled back on him when he was falling over that edge. Done. Over the edge. He threw his head back on a shrill cry tearing out of him as tingles raced up his shaking thighs only to explode into his tensing stomach.

His hips jerked up desperately with thrusts as his hands slid to the base to squeeze at it. Choking off his wail the best he could when his husband whimpered at him. Squirming with the capture weapon creaking quietly as he dangled there. Watching. Helpless. He was coming, coming, coming. Hot spurts landing on his stomach when his thighs came together. Squirming wildly together with his hand clutching a fistful of the blanket to his hand.

His air rushing out of him on a moan that rattled out of him with his head hanging back. Finally, finally, finally! Ohhhhh, he'd hardly been left wanting an orgasm but God if it didn't feel so fucking good. What he'd give to have the wet heat of his husband's mouth on him but he wouldn't dare. Wouldn't even think of it. But ohhh, to have his hot mouth around him while he came was a dream. It had him shuddering with his husband whimpering shrilly at him with that capture weapon creaking quietly again.

And he couldn't look. Not yet. But he could feel those eyes on him and it was a fucking rush. A euphoric rush that had him shaking, shaking, shaking under that white-hot heat. A rushing pummeling wave that was relentless. It felt so fucking good. He felt a bead of sweat streak down his temple only to soak into his hair. His hips thrusted weakly with his fingers kneading the base of his erection as that white-hot ebbed into him. Throbbing. Pulsing.

It was hard to find a word to describe but fuck, if he wasn't euphoric. If he wasn't drowning under that white-hot heat. And then it was rushing out. Waves that had been lapping at him rushing out with clawing nails that had him whimpering himself hoarsely. Breathlessly. He shuddered with hips thrusting weakly to aid the weaker spurts of come leaving him. He shook in his stiff set until those ebbing, throbbing waves washed out of him leaving him sighing out.

Slumping back onto his heels as his erection twitched wildly in his grasp before it began to soften. Slowly. He lifted his head up weakly with his lashes fluttering before he forced his eyelids up. Finding those dark eyes on him with his husband twisting and writhing desperately. Hips moving awkwardly to thrust into the air with that softly flushed erection dripping shamelessly. He looked down at the spurts of come on his stomach; hell, a few had landed on his chest slightly.

He couldn't help but grin lazily when he pushed himself forward then towards the edge of the bed. He climbed to his feet on shaking legs but he reached for the lube when his husband lifted his head trying to follow him as he walked around the hanging man. Suspended beautifully in the air. An angel to him in his euphoric afterglow. He slid his hand over the back of his husband's squirming thigh when he then slid his hand up to grab at a cheek.

Kneading firmly at it while he clawed awkwardly with one hand at the cap of the lube until it was popping open with his husband whimpering at him as he managed to lift his head high enough to glance over his shoulder. A shimmering, blazing black eye staring at him with an eager whimper leaving his husband when he kneaded at the cheek in his hand. Sliding his hand upwards to his lower back then up further, further, further.

As far as he could reach as his husband shuddered with his back arching. Hips trying to jut upwards but he knew his husband couldn't. Not without putting more pressure on his chest. On his capture weapon. And he was beautiful. How helpless he was truly didn't fail to enlighten him on how turned on his husband was. How aroused he was at that helplessness. It was exactly what he wanted from his husband when he recommended suspension. He was far from done with this man who was squirming.

Whimpering at him. Needing him. Wanting him. Drool still ran down his stubble covered chin with curls clinging to the clammy sweat on his forehead. A sheen that glistened faintly on his husband's body when he slid his hand back down his back to grab hard at that cheek. Loving how it tensed beneath his hand when his husband whimpered while straining. Trying his best to keep his eye on him when he then leaned forward.

And despite the softening erection between his legs, he knew it wouldn't take much to get him hard again. It might take a little effort but staring at his husband he knew they were both wiling to put in the work to get him hard again. Both willing to see this night through to the end that they had planned out together. It had him licking his lips with a bead of sweat crawling down his cheek when he gave another hard squeeze to it. His hand earning himself a low groan from his husband.

It sent shivers down his back at the husky, hoarse edge to his husband's voice that always came from a rough blowjob. Something he fucking loves. But going forward it wasn't going to be just about him. He planned on divulging his time, his effort, into the black-haired man for the rest of the night. He was going to give him exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it when he licked at his lips again. Clearing his throat when he felt another bead of sweat slither down the side of his nose.

"You re-ready for your tu-turn, baby? Ready to ha-have fun?"

"Fuck, yes!"