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!

13. Stomping Away

The quiet patter of icy rain striking the window.

The murmur of the news station on the TV filling the space.

The rush of hot water gushing over his hands warmed them.

Shouta found himself staring out the window at the icy rain that struck the window causing the screens to rattle lightly. He was glad he'd grabbed extra sidewalk ice for the front walkway and that he'd had the snow chains on the tires. When the weather had claimed icy rain that would sheet and ice over by morning, they meant it. Ice was one of the big contenders to car accidents. He was glad that his family was in for the weekend. He was a bit worried about electricity being spotty; it was one of Eri's fears.

She often came running to their room to pound on their doors to be let in with tears in her big red eyes. Begging to sleep with them despite having freshly turned nine-years-old. They had staunchly put a stop to her coming to their room, but a child would have childlike reactions. And Eri was still a child under ten who needed her parents attention. Love. Protection. Often times she went to Hitoshi, but the teen had been busy lately preparing for his graduation in the upcoming five months.

Preparing for his provisional license into hero work. Sighing out quietly to himself, he moved his hands to keep from dropping the slippery plate in his hand. Bento boxes rested on the counter waiting to be put through the dish washer. The dishes from dinner filling the dish-rack. Scrubbing at the plate that he held in his hand he then rinsed it off under the water with a quiet hum. The sound of Eri chattering at Hizashi upstairs just barely made it down to him.

Just barely making it to his ears as his husband walked their daughter through her nighttime routine tonight. Placing the dripping dish in with the others on the rack, he picked up a bowl along with his sponge. It was nice. Unbelievably nice to hear it as he listened to the barely audible radio before him in the window when he hummed softly. It had been a rather quiet day together; they'd all slept in with Hizashi returning near three-thirty from the radio station where they curled up together.

He'd woken spooning his husband who snored deafeningly into his pillow. He'd relished the few moments alone together with his husband tucked away in his arms as he nuzzled at the back of his shoulder before dozing off once more. When he woke for the second time, it was to Eri sitting on the bed with a bowl of cereal and Hizashi typing away at his laptop next to her while he worked. It had been an odd thing to wake up too, but the day had been so lazy. Quiet. No one was rushing off.

No one was swamped with work. Everything remained evenly paced for them leading to a perfect Saturday. Eri, of course, got to play outside in the snow with Hizashi for quite a bit while he shoveled the front walk way to clear it out. Why was it January that had the most snow? He knew February would be worse in a few weeks' time. It had him sighing at the thought when he rinsed off the bowl in his grasp before scrubbing at a miss spot.

His fingers slipped over the porcelain of the bowl when he rinsed it off before reaching over to tuck it into the dish-rack next to him. He then began to work on the three pairs of chopsticks resting in the basin of the sink. Reaching down, he matched up a pair before sliding the sudsy sponge over them carefully with a hum. He then rinsed them off under the running water before tucking them into the little cup on the corner of the dish-rack. Something for forks, knives, and spoons to be put into.

Picking up another pair of chopsticks, he began to wash them when he sighed out to himself when he shifted his weight from his prosthetic right leg to his left which eased the ache in his stump. He couldn't wait to go into the bedroom with Hizashi. He couldn't wait to lock those doors and pounce on the blonde who would no doubt accept his advances this time round. It had his heart jumping in his chest at the thought of Hizashi being in the mood for sex tonight.

He'd been hinting at it while he'd been away on his morning patrol. He hoped that it was true. He hoped that Hizashi was in the mood for him. He'd felt bad for the blonde that night with of their jerk off instruction and encouragement. Normally, he'd be so tired after work that he couldn't think of sex. Something that had happened once or twice; once when he was spending half of his week at the dorms. One time he remembered simply not being in the mood even as they were making out in bed.

He had impressed on Hizashi that it didn't matter if he didn't want sex or anything of the sort. They could do more with hands and mouths than he could if he were inside of him. And that night had been a passionate night for the books. Oh, he adored his night with the cane that had whistled then cracked down on the backs of his thighs. On his inner thighs. Leaving behind welts that stung painfully which the blonde used against him when he went down on him.

Welts that still lingered on his inner thighs which caused a mild discomfort, but he was happy. That night was a short four nights ago but God if he wasn't still riding the high of orgasm after orgasm being wrung out of him. It was only on his fifth orgasm that he whimpered and pled for no more. But Hizashi had been right; just because he didn't have his dick inside of him didn't mean that he didn't fuck him. Hizashi had fucked him so good with his hands, his mouth, and their arsenal of new toys.

It was a night that he found himself jerking off too in the shower this morning when he woke in throes of a wet dream. Gasping himself awake with hips thrusting upwards as he squirmed with blankets twisting around his kicking legs. He didn't know how his husband, who had been close, hadn't woken to his desperate squirming. Didn't react to his twists and turns. The tail end of a moan leaving him as his head rolled over the pillow.

He doesn't know but God if the memories didn't feed into some damn good wet dreams. His husband had gone above and beyond that night to make him feel good. He'd even gotten the blonde off just as many times as he could. It was a night that he wasn't going to forget any time soon. His thighs squeezed together with a little rub that had him hissing in at the stinging chafe effect it had on the swollen welts lingering on his inner thighs.

His husband had shown him, yet again, that lovemaking and sex didn't have to involve penetration. That they could have fun sexually without Hizashi being inside of him. It had him floating on his damned feet each time his husband tugged his pants down to rub the vitamin E lotion into his welts. He expected tonight when they went into the bedroom, but he wanted to take it off. Just by a bit. After all, depending on what Hizashi said, they might just be doing something different tonight that had him vibrating.

Had him eager to spill his guts to his husband when they'd had that moment alone together while he'd been preparing dinner. He had wanted so badly to tell his husband that he'd looked over the list and he knew what he wanted from Hizashi. Even if it didn't dissolve into sex, he knew what he needed. What he wanted. Trampling was something he'd always been a bit interested in. He'd come across a few videos in the past with trampling; enough times to know he was interested.

The thought of his husband's booted feet coming down on his hands? On his thighs? On his crotch? His back? His legs? Oh, it was enough to get him squirming eagerly at the thought. He'd been too shy to bring it up during their first challenge and had subsequently forgotten about it during their second challenge. However, the foot job had stirred something. Had triggered it faintly when his husband pushed the paper for their new challenge into his hands for him to look over.

Which he found himself turning to the internet only to be reminded of his age old desire. He couldn't deny he'd gotten off in the past at the idea of his husband stepping on him. At the thought of those boots coming down on hard on his thighs to leave boot prints behind. Leave bruises behind. To cover him with bruises on his skin while he talked down to him? It might be the part of him that wants that degradation, but he wants it. How effortlessly his husband always managed to degrade him was amazing.

He loves it just as much as he loves the praises that spilled out of his husband in a babbled slur when they were having sex. When he was riding him with hands sliding along his thighs. His waist. Holding onto him with hips striking up against him while the blonde babbled on about him being beautiful. Stunning. Then in the same breath to call him a dirty, cock-slut. A whore. It was like the best of both worlds coming from his husband who always gave him what he wanted. And tonight?

Tonight, he wants those boots stomping on him. He wants Hizashi to talk down to him. He wants to be praised. He wants to be disobedient then shown how to be obedient for his husband again. He wants Hizashi to tear him apart, even slightly, the way that he'd systematically torn him apart four days ago. It sent a shiver down his back at the thought of his husband managing to do just that for him. The idea that Hizashi could give him what he wanted? What he fantasized about?

Oh, it'd be a dream come true. He was more than eager to mention it to his husband who had questioned him playfully the other day about his choice off of the list. If he had any interest in anything more. And it was this playful questioning that had him turning to the paper to glance over it. Of course, trampling had gotten his attention the other night; he just had to mention it. Had to bring it up to his husband who was waiting on his answer.

Rinsing off the chopsticks he held limply in his hand, he slipped them into the container on the end of the dish-rack. Picking up another pair of chopsticks, a soft pink, he began to clean them with the sponge when he heard feet thumping down the stairs quickly. It had him grinning to himself at the light thud as Hizashi jumped off the final step followed then by the soft thud of socked feet over the floor walking towards him.

Washing Eri's chopsticks, he rinsed them off just as thoroughly before slipping them in that corner cup. Reaching down for his own, his heart jumped in his chest at the soft thud of feet coming closer, closer, closer. His stomach fluttering when he scooped up his pair of chopsticks to clean them quickly when he felt the floor tremble lightly beneath his feet with his husband's approach. He let his grin widen further when those footsteps stopped behind him with a thud over the floor that trembled beneath him.

And hands then slid along his waist in a caress that had his toes curling against the floor with his breath hitching hopefully when his husband pressed up behind him. The faint citrus sent to him from his shower earlier in the afternoon was a welcomed scent. Hands kneaded gently at his waist when he felt lips pressing to his shoulder. Rinsing off his hands and his chopsticks, he stuck them in the cup then reached up to turn the water off.

Grabbing the towel next to him, he dried his hands off while lips trailed up his shoulder towards the side of his neck. Coaxing him to tilt his head slightly with a hand coming up to pull his hair away from the side of his neck with his lips trailing up it. Soft kisses that sent tingles down his back when that hand dropped back down to his waist. Kneading at him with squeezes that had his breath hitching slightly when he finished drying off his hands.

Slapping the towel down on the counter, he felt his husband sway behind him to which he turned to face him. Moving in the limited space, the blonde pushed forward causing his lower back to dig into the counter when he raised his hands upwards. Grabbing onto his husband's shoulders with hands sliding along his waist. Thumbs rolling circles into him to get him to relax with his husband's head dipping down to kiss at the side of his neck again.

Sending shivers down his back with his fingers twisting into the blonde's sweater as he tugged him closer with a sigh. Holding onto his shoulders before sliding his hands away to curl his arms around his husband's shoulders with his fingers going to the blonde locks with hands squeezing firmly at him. It had him melting on his feet with lips crawling upwards to his jaw. Kissing along it softly with the quiet brush of his lips over the stubble ringing out.

Humming softly at his husband, he got lips pressing to the corner of his mouth. A soft touch that had his lips parting with that all too familiar tingle to them when he turned his head slightly. Lips came down on his softly. Sweetly. It had him happily twirling blonde locks around his fingers with a sigh fanning over his cheek as lips slid against his which he returned. Slow, sweet kisses when he was tugged away from the counter slightly to sway on his feet in time with the blonde.

It had him clinging onto him with fingers tugging gently at the lock that he curled around him when he sighed himself out. It had been a long, tranquil day but long, nonetheless. He wanted Hizashi all to himself before the power could even think of going out. He hoped it wouldn't. Prayed it wouldn't but the weather always had other plans when it came to icy rain storms like this. Swaying with his husband as he tightened his arms around his shoulders to hug him close.

He admired the way those soft, warm lips melted against his. Shaping to mold and curve against his own which filled the gaps that those thinner lips couldn't. How they fit so perfectly against his that it had him melting into his husband's chest as hands rested on his waist. Thumbs rolling circles into him with fingers squeezing into him as he tugged on the lock he twirled around his fingers. All day, he'd been thinking of the moment he got his husband alone.

Thinking of the moment that he'd get the chance to pounce on this man the second he saw him. And he found himself instead pulled into the sweetest kisses known to man. It had him melting with his arms squeezing Hizashi close to him. To his chest. And it had hands squeezing at his waist to keep him pressed up close against the blonde. They'd been together all day, yet he longed for closer. He longed to be heaved up into his husband's arms. Carried to bed where the blonde could ravage him.

Where he could ravage Hizashi. It had him sighing out again with that silky strand slipping over his fingers effortlessly. Curling and uncurling that silky lock around his fingers as he swayed. A gentle side to side rock that had him clinging onto his husband who held him close. Like he was something truly precious. He wanted nothing more than to beg for Hizashi to step on him. To praise him. To let the degradation of the act sink into him while cooing down at him the way he always did.

It had him squirming slightly with his arms squeezing Hizashi impossibly close. Swaying, swaying, swaying with the warmth of Hizashi's breaths fanning over his cheeks were a comfort as he tugged at the lock wrapped around his fingers. Pulling back from those soft, sweet kisses had his husband whining yet he ignored it. He leaned his forehead forward against Hizashi's. A light thud rang out when Hizashi chuckled softly with hands kneading at his waist before sliding back to press against his lower back.

Coaxing his hips forward to press against Hizashi tightly as they continued to sway together when he let go of his lock of hair. Reaching up to slide his hand over the silky locks delightedly when Hizashi hummed softly at him with a note of contentment to it that had his heart jumping. Would his husband want to do this? Would tonight be a good night to do this? He licked his lips that tingled pleasantly when he then pulled back from their forehead press.

Looking into that beloved face that had spots of pink popping on his freckled cheeks. A warmth to those green eyes that melted his heart. A soft smile on his lips that could melt butter as his glasses slipped down his nose slightly. His husband was so cute. So handsome. It was almost too much but he merely licked his lips again before clearing his throat. He could do this. It was no big deal. His husband, like himself, had all the rights in the world to say no and he was more than happy to at least say it out loud.

"So, I have a choice off of the list that I would like to try." A glittering sparkle formed in those eyes as his husband seemed to perk up slightly with his soft smile widening at him. A look of excitement pinching at that pink cheeked face which had him grinning himself at his husband when he slid his hand over silky locks. "Don't go looking too excited now, love. You don't even know what I chose off of the list yet and it might not be your cup of tea."

"Oh, come on! We've been doing a sex challenge for the third year in a row now! I think I can handle anything that kinky head of yours has chosen off of the list!" He couldn't stop himself from laughing when he was spun in a half circle with his feet brushing over the floor. Held up slightly onto his toes in the blonde's arms when lips pressed to his cheek before pulling back to beam at him. "Now, tell me, what do you want to do tonight, hmm? What does that deviant heart of yours want?"

"Well, when you put it like that you really make me sound like a pervert!" He tapped at the back of his husband's head which merely had them spinning again with his feet lifting briefly from the floor with a snicker leaving him. His toes touched the floor once more when he was swayed by the blonde when he grinned at the beaming blonde. "But, um, I was thinking I wanted to do some trampling? You put on your boots and just go to town stomping on my thighs? My back even?"

"Trampling, huh?" Hizashi got that thoughtful expression with arms tight around his waist when he hummed as they swayed together. Holding him securely with a hand sliding from his lower back to slide up to touch the middle of his back while the other remained on his lower back. He watched Hizashi's face for any sign that this was unwanted. Something he wanted to avoid. However, the blonde merely smiled at him with a squeeze of his arms. "You want me to stomp on you, then? Thighs and back?"

"I just figured back and thighs would be easier, you know? I don't exactly want you to stomp on my chest and give me a damn heart attack or have you worry about me or being too hard." He loved the way those blonde lashes fluttered as his husband rolled his eyes. More and more, he swore their children were taking after Hizashi with those eyerolls of his. He slid his hand over blonde locks again when he tilted his head at the blonde. "So, you're okay with it? With stomping on me?"

The blonde again gained that thoughtful expression again as they swayed together with arms holding him tightly. God, it was so nice to simply be in his husband's arms. A simplistic pleasure that had him tugging at a thick lock of blonde hair to twirl around his fingers when his husband's eyes locked onto his. "I won't lie, I'd like for those welts to go away first but if you really want this, baby, then who am I to say no? I'll be careful but you need to let me know if it's too much, okay? If I get too carried away."

"It's like with our scenes; I'll keep an eye on you too, Zashi, and I'll be sure to check in with you if anything feels wrong. I'll make sure I let you know where I'm at. How about we start with my back first? And then we'll move onto my thighs once you're more comfortable?" He twirled that thick lock of hair around his fingers with a giddy delight when the blonde nodded at him with that smile on his lips. "We'll be gentle. You don't gotta do it to leave bruises but just know I think that'd be really hot."

His husband's smile widened into a smirk with arms tightening around him. Heaving him off of his feet when he gasped with his arms tightening around his husband's shoulders, but that smirk merely beamed at him with a sparkle to those green eyes that had his heart fluttering. His stomach filled with those butterflies when he was spun in a circle that had him barking out a laugh when his feet then touched the ground. His husband smirking widely at him. "Oh, hot, huh? You think bruises are hot?"

"Yeah, maybe I do!" He replied with his own grin twitching on his lips as he sank his hand into his husband's hair with his head leaning forward to hover before Hizashi's. Their noses pressing together lightly when he got a giggle from his husband who then nuzzled his nose to his. He happily returned the action to his husband without thinking twice before pulling back. "You don't gotta leave bruises, but I'd sure love it! So how about we go to the bedroom, and you can get to work on stomping?"

"Whatever my kinky, sexy husband wants he'll get! Even if it's a bit unorthodox! I'll do my best to give you what you want, baby, but I won't leave marks this time. I don't want to give you more marks to deal with, but I'll do it just enough for you to get off, yeah?" He loved the sparkle to those green eyes. Always so expressive, just like his husband's face, and he adores it. He was then spun in his husband's arms to face their bedroom with hands on his waist. "Now march!"

Blinking, he couldn't help throwing his head back with a bark of laughter. The order to his husband was so silly it had his heart skipping in his chest when his stomach gave another flutter of excitement. Reaching down to touch his husband's wrists, he shuffled forward with hands squeezing at his waist. His husband hunching forward after him with another giggle leaving the blonde behind him when he began to stumble forward. "Yes, sir!"

"I like the sound of that! Too bad I got you calling me Daddy, huh? Such a shame! Especially since you like calling me Daddy now, don't you?" It was a low purr in his ear that got his heart skipping wildly when his husband pushed lightly against him to keep him moving forward towards the small hallways of theirs with a pep to his step. Moving quickly with his hands tugging at Hizashi's wrists as the man moved with him. Eager to get to the bedroom. "So, just to not overcomplicate, I just need my boots on?"

"Mmhmm! Just get your boots on, I'll lay out and we'll get started, yeah? No point in wasting time, is there, Daddy?" It had hands tightening on his waist when he got a sharp nip to the tip of his ear as they stumbled forward. A playful, growling rumble leaving his husband with the use of his quirk. It had him shuddering as they made their way down the hallway quickly. Hands pushing, pulling, tugging and holding on to one another as his heart began to race in his chest.

The combined footsteps of theirs thudded deafeningly down their small hallway as he let go of Hizashi's wrists. Lifting his hands up to slide his fingers into the handles of the doors to tug them open. Grinding in their tracks, lips pressed to his shoulder. The side of his neck through his hair. Hands kneaded at his waist much to his delight when he tugged his hands from the door handles. Reaching down to grab at his forearms to tug his husband over the threshold with him.

Feet thudded over the carpeted floor with hands holding onto him. Lips pressing to the side of his neck sending shivers down his back when the blonde let go of his waist. Allowing him to step further into the room while the blonde turned on his feet to make that all too familiar hissing sound before tugging the bedroom doors shut with a thud. Scaring the cats away to keep them from running in. His husband then flicked the lock with a metallic click while he made his way to the closet to tug open the doors there.

Bending over, he grabbed his husband's boots then stepped out of the closet with them in hand as the blonde shuffled over to take them from him. Making his way over to the bed, blonde locks swayed as his husband sat down with boots in hand as he tugged his rainbow themed socks up tightly before sliding his foot into his boot. He couldn't tell his husband held the same excitement that he did but nonetheless it was nice. Knowing his husband was more than willing to try this tonight?

It had him shuddering with that excitement tearing into his chest. It had his heart jumping wildly and his stomach fluttering when he watched Hizashi slide his right foot into the boot. Standing up with feet stomping lightly to work his feet in securely had his heart racing against his chest with his hands moving to shut the closet doors slightly with his eyes drawn to his husband's boots. He'd fantasized about this for God knows how long. A quiet one but a fantasy all the same.

When had it formed? Was it during the first challenge when he had been erotically humiliated by his husband? Did it form when he got his first foot job from his husband last year? When did it form? When did it take root? He had not a clue, but he was more than eager to make his way around the bed with his husband looking at him expectantly. Swallowing, he stood by the foot of the bed when Hizashi made his way around the corner of the bed.

Hands reaching out then sliding along his waist to tug him closer. He was more than happy to let himself be pulled closer as he tipped his head back to tilt his face up. His lips tingling as they parted ever so slightly when Hizashi leaned in. His head ducking down towards him when those soft, warm lips came down on his. It was nice. The way they melted against his again with that first slide had him curling his arms up around his shoulders just as he had in the kitchen.

Holding onto his husband who flicked the hem of his sweater up to touch his waist. The light brush of fingertips followed by those soft palms had him melting into his hold. Hizashi then spun them awkwardly on their feet to drop down onto the edge of the bed. Their lips parting with a smack, hands tugged at his waist until he took the cue and happily climbed into his husband's lap. Straddling him, he slid an arm from around his shoulders to touch that pink cheek.

An action that had Hizashi beaming at him as his head tilted forwards his caressing fingers. It was always so easy to make Hizashi happy. Tracing his fingers beneath his glasses, he reached up to gently pinch the side of them then tossed them towards the middle of the bed. And then he happily leaned in once more to cover those soft, warm lips with his own with a slide that was quickly returned to him. Soft palms brushing over his waist with thumbs rolling into him gently.

It had him melting in his husband's lap as he tightened his arms around his shoulders as lips slid against his. Idle. Firm. Sighing out through his nose with his hands trailing over blonde locks before tugging a lock from the rest to curl around his fingers. He had half expected to lay out on the floor first thing and let his husband go crazy on his back, but he found this better. Much better if he was honest with himself. He absolutely loves kissing his husband.

Sharing a few kisses with his husband before getting on the floor was more than fair to himself, wasn't it? He let himself melt into his husband's hold with hands sliding over his waist. Slipping up beneath his sweater to touch his back. The soft whisper of his palms moving over his skin was just barely audible below his sweater as goosebumps rose over his skin. Shuddering at the gentle up and down rub over his back that had him turning to absolute putty in this man's hands.

Lips slid against his which he happily moved along with as that quiet whisper filled the space between them. Filling the quiet of their bedroom effortlessly. He clung onto his husband who squeezed him close to his chest with hands wandering over his back had him shuddering. Arching into his husband as he twisted his fingers into blonde strands that he tugged at playfully. Coaxing his husband to arch forward as well when he gave a sharper tug on the locks he had wrapped around his fingers.

Loving the shudder that ran over his husband as lips slid against his at that idle speed. Nothing slow, nothing fast. It was a speed that screamed of the contentment between them. No rush. No blinding lust. No burning passion. Just the bubbling desire that he felt twisting faintly into his chest to go hand in hand with that excitement. Knowing any minute, he'd be down on his knees with those booted feet coming down his back. Coming down harshly on his thighs.

It wouldn't be the first time he had ended up on his front with boots coming down on him. Villains had done it to him for years but only now did it hold a note of excitement knowing Hizashi was going to do that for him. He was going to stomp on his back and, hopefully, leave a bruise or two. His husband was going to stomp on his thighs. It was something he's wanted for so long now and now he was getting it. It had him squirming slightly in his husband's lap delightedly.

His fingers tugging at his hair restlessly again as hands slid along his back. A gentle up and down with idle shapes drawn on his back to get him squirming again as lips slid against his. Soft. Warm. God, he could kiss Hizashi for hours and it'd never be enough. He'd never get his fill. He'd never feel that he had kissed him long enough or passionately enough. Sweetly. There was an excitement brewing in his chest that was easy to think around.

He pressed his lips firmly to the blondes who let out a contented sounding hum with hands sliding forward to sweep along his sides. Coaxing him to twist closer to him even if there was no possible way of being closer to the blonde. It had him digging his knees into the bed slightly with his right hand dropping from Hizashi's cheek where it had been resting absent mindedly. He dropped it down to begin rubbing his hand over his husband's sensitive side.

His favorite place to touch when his husband was fucking him. When they were rutting, grinding, and rolling together on the bed with hips pressed tightly together. He loves that he knows this man's erogenous zones like the back of his hand after all of this time together. Hands slid over his sensitive back to get him squirming with his fingers of his left hand clutching at Hizashi's silky soft hair tightly with a firm tug. It had the blonde letting out a quiet, hushed whine at him with that eager note.

Fingers traced absent-mindedly over his skin much to his delight. He moved his lips against soft ones that curved to fit perfectly with his own. So perfect. Hands continued to trace their idle shapes along his back before smoothing it down with palms brushing over his skin delightfully. It had him shivering when twisted himself forward against his husband. Chests pressed together tightly with hands wandering over his back and side were absolutely divine. Absolutely amazing.

All he'd ever wanted in his life was for Hizashi to touch him. For him to be touched so tenderly; like it was the first time those hands were feeling him. God, he hated to reflect on the clumsy first times of theirs but he was happy to know that he knew this man's body from top to bottom. Knew what made him tick and what turned him on. Years learning how one another moved and what the other liked worked in his favor. He slid his hand along his husband's side as lips slid against his firmly.

The blonde humming softly at him with that note of contentment as he tightened his arm around his shoulder. Twirling strands of blonde around his fingers lazily while he slid his hand along his side to get the man squirming beneath him. Breaths trembling briefly before evening themselves out. Hands sliding along his lower back to his waist. Up his sides with hands sliding effortlessly beneath his sweater when he began to tug up his husband's sweater with his hand.

Pulling his sweater up away from his waist, his fingers touching the warmth of it, when he slipped his hand beneath his husband's sweater. Sliding his hand up along his side had the man squirming beneath him much to his delight as he caressed his husband's side with his fingers tugging at blonde locks delightedly. Loving it when the blonde letting out a hushed little sound. Hips squirmed beneath him with thighs tensing when his husband arched up to press against him.

And he happily pushed himself down into his lap firmly with that fluttering in his stomach twisting into the all too familiar ache. One that had him letting out a long sigh as he moved his lips against his husband's delightedly with his fingers clutching at those silky locks. Touching that velvety soft skin. God, does he love his husband's hair routine. His skin routine. How he took care of himself and remained the well-groomed husband who could give him pointers if he told him he wanted to do the same.

He likes that Hizashi takes care of himself so religiously that his hair was silky. His skin velvety soft. His lips the softest thing in the world. He loves it. God, does he love it. He loves that his husband pampers himself like that. Sliding his hand over that soft side of his husband's had the man squirming beneath him again. A huff fanning over his cheek when hands slid along his sides. He'd never been much sensitive in his sides the way that his husband was, but he liked it.

Liked having those soft hands caressing his sides before sliding down to his waist where they slid backwards to his lower back. Tugging him impossibly tight to him as that ache twisted into his lower stomach. Into his lower half like a vice like grip as it always did when he twisted himself into his husband's arms. Holding onto him desperately with his hands clutching him tightly to his chest. A tight press together that had his skin thrumming with that excitement twisting into his chest.

There'd never be close enough for him. For Hizashi. Sliding his lips against his husband's with that budding passion he could feel entering the kiss like an undercurrent. Something subtle that would do nothing but build up the longer he sat here in his lap. And he wants too. He wants to stay right here but he wants those boots to come down on his back. His thighs. He wants the twisting throb of soles grinding into the spot. To feel the strength in his husband's legs.

It was an itching craving of his just like with the cock and ball torture during their first challenge. When he had first discovered impact play with his husband. How much he adores his spankings. He wants those boots to come down on him with all the strength they possessed. It had him squirming eagerly with his lips pressing harder to Hizashi's. A light smack ringing out intermittently to break up the quiet whispering of their moving lips.

He felt hips twitch up against him which he knew his husband would want to rock up. To grind together. It had his dick twitching curiously at the thought, but he wanted something more. Sliding his lips fervently against the blonde's with his fingers tugging hard at those locks earning himself a quiet moan from his husband. A hushed sound that had his stomach fluttering with that ache twisting into him. He rocked his hips down against his husband slightly with a lazy edge to it.

The slow rolls of his hips had the blonde groaning quietly at him with hands clutching at his waist. Squeezing at him much to his delight as he let himself be squeezed tightly by the blonde. Hips pressing up against him fervently with a twitching side to side rock due to the position of their position but God if he didn't mind it. He couldn't wait to have that foot coming down his thighs. On his back. What would it feel like? How would it feel? He knew that his husband had never hesitated to step on his thighs before.

But this time there was welts on the back of his thighs still. Welts on his inner thighs. He knew his husband wouldn't be the most comfortable with doing it with his welts still pre-existing, but he didn't mind it. God, he'd had this fantasy for how long? He couldn't begin to think on how long it had been in the back of his mind. The idea of being helpless on his knees as those boots came down on his thighs? To be stretched out on his stomach while his husband brought his boot down fiercely on his back?

To knock the air out of him? The idea of that sole grinding into his skin had him squirming. Had his dick giving another curious twitch as that excitement twisted into him. Moving his lips quicker against his husband's had those soft lips moving with him. Following along with the pace that he set as he rolled his hips down to grind himself lazily into the blonde's lap. Loving the low, snapping groan that left the blonde when he did so as hands slid along his waist.

Curving to slid up his back coaxing it to arch forward with their chests pressed tightly together. He was more than excited to take this step. He was more than excited to welcome those booted feet down on his back. To have his husband spit out whatever degrading words he could find in him to say. To hear him croon shakily at him while he was fucking him. To hear himself be praised by his husband who would fuck him into the edge of the bed if he asked him too.

It had him squirming eagerly at the thought with a low moan of his own tearing itself out of him when his dick twitched in response to that ache. He kept up his lazy grinding down into his husband's lap with hands sliding over his back when nails began to graze over his skin. Sliding down in a lazy S shape, it had him shuddering with goosebumps breaking out over his skin again. He crushed his lips firmly to Hizashi's with slides that were returned to him.

That firm press of those soft lips against his were the fucking best. He likes kissing this man. Loves it. He can kiss him for hours, yet he'd still remain eager at the thought of those lips coming down on his once again. He'd never get enough of the rush that came with kissing Hizashi. Never, never get enough of it when he was kissing him with that budding passion that was beginning to sizzle into the kiss. It had him shuddering with his back arching when he continued to roll his hips down lazily into his husband's lap.

Hips pressing up against him tightly with hands sliding down his back over the tingling lines his nails left behind. There was a desire to the kiss that was beginning to rear its head into it. That light smack ringing out rhythmically with their moving lips as trembling breaths fanned over his cheek. Racing with anticipation that he could feel twisting into his chest leaving him absolutely breathless. And so, he began to work his hand free from his husband's hair gently.

Unwinding locks wrapped around them when he tugged his hand free from his hair. Lips sliding against his fiercely, fervently, which he returned in kind with that sharp smack ringing out. Filling the quiet of the bedroom. He then broke away from the kisses with a shaking breath. There was a heat simmering below the surface of his skin as he twisted closer to the blonde who slid his hands from his back to clutch at his sides. That smoldering heat ran along his bones.

He took a trembling breath that rushed out far too fast for his liking when he then licked his tingling lips. God, he swore he could taste the faintest trace of Chapstick. A hint of strawberry that had his mouth watering when he squeezed at his husband's shoulder. His hand sliding along his waist when he shifted his weight slightly before moving. Sliding backwards slowly off of his lap with those green eyes burning at him curiously. Watching to see what he was going to do.

Sliding off of his lap to a stand before stepping back once, twice, he then sank down to his knees. Rolling to lay out on his front with his head resting on his arms. Looking up to his flushed husband who swallowed before pushing himself upwards. The soft thuds of his boots trembled the floor lightly beneath him when he squirmed with that burst of eagerness. He had promised that he would let him know if it was too much. If it hurt. He swore that he would keep his husband from worrying.

He nodded at the blonde with his teeth dragging over his lip when he then buried his face into his arms with cheeks burning hotly. He caught his husband taking a slow breath in. Bracing himself no doubt. He kept himself from tensing up; he knew from experience that tensing would just make it hurt. And as much as he wants it to hurt, he wants it to feel good too. Taking even breaths to tame the excitement cresting up to choke him. Carving a damn groove in his chest.

This excitement was unbearable, but he tried to breathe through it. And then his husband's foot was coming down on his back in a hard thud that had his breath rushing out of him. A hard dig of the heel into his back when that foot lifted then stopped down on his shoulder blade. It had him wheezing out at the throbs racing over his skin as his husband lifted his foot again then brought it down on the center of his back. It had him fighting the urge to jolt. To jerk.

He held himself still with his breaths hitching with excitement only to have that foot come down harder on his back when he made no protest. And oh, oh, the pain throbbed over his back viciously at the blunt hit of that rubber sole on his back. The heel digging in just enough to grind into his skin through his shirt before lifting upwards. It was painfully exciting not knowing where that foot would come down next. It had his dick twitching in a volley in response to the pain throbbing over his back.

Oh, it had his hips squirming when his husband's foot came down fiercely on his lower back. The pain burst over his skin when Hizashi ground the sole of his boot into him which had a moan spilling out of him. Muffled. Low. And yet it had his husband pressing down firmly on the spot with a harder grind that had him squirming beneath him. Oh, it was better than he imagined it being. It was better than he'd thought it'd be. It had him wheezing out with utter delight at that sole coming down on him.

He couldn't stop another low moan from spilling out of him that muffled itself into his arms. The reality of his request was hitting him hard. Just like that foot that raised itself up from its spot on his lower back only to come down on the middle. A crack popped through his back tearing a groan out of him at the relief twisting into him in response. His back had been aching lately and God if that didn't feel so fucking good. If it didn't feel amazing to have a knot worked out.

Fuck, he couldn't help but wonder if he could get his husband to step on his back more often outside of stomping. He'd heard walking on backs to get the cracks and pops out was a way to help. And God knows he didn't want to see a chiropractor for his jacked up back and run up a bill if his husband would be willing to do it. Hizashi stepped down with a decent bit of weight with that sole grinding into his back through his shirt. It twisted his skin just enough to get him whimpering delightedly into his arms.

His husband lifting his foot up then coming down. Again, again, again. Hard stomps that came harder when he didn't dare protest. When he didn't cry out in pain. Oh, it was so good. Why hadn't he asked for this sooner? Why had he waited so long? It had him moaning lowly in his throat with his dick twitching again at the throbbing of his back. A rush of heat exploding under his skin when his husband's foot came down on his upper back again.

Twisting with a grind that had his skin ripping with heat that sank down to grip at his bones. A sudden burst of feverish heat that had him gasping into his arms at how hot he was over having that booted foot coming down on his back harder. Harder, harder, harder to rattle his damn bones as his husband ground the sole of his boot into his back. Giving him just enough friction to get him whimpering into his arms at the excitement. What would it be like to have that boot coming down on his thighs?

He couldn't stop himself from squirming with his hips pushing against the floor with that heat gathering beneath his skin. Whether that was from the impacts of his husband's boots or his own arousal making itself known. He had not a clue which but fuck him, it got his dick twitching excitedly with that foot coming down hard on his back. His weight pressing down each time that foot made contact with his back. Pushing on him until there was a light pop that had him groaning into his arms.

It was amazing. So, fucking amazing and they'd only just started. Only just dived into this trampling but he wants more. He wants to take a break then have the blonde stomp on his back again. Have that booted foot come down on his thighs fiercely until he was howling. Until there were bruises on his skin that matched the grooves of that sole. To have bruises marring his skin just like the welts left behind on the back of his thighs and his inner thighs.

It had his breaths racing in anticipation when his husband's foot came down on his lower back hard. A good hit that had him shuddering when he pressed himself down tightly to the floor. Doing anything to ease the aching in his crotch. An aching that was rearing up all the faster than he thought it would. Oh, he didn't think he'd get this turned on when he was finally laying out on the floor. When he had that booted foot coming down on his back so fucking hard.

He didn't think it would turn him on so much, but it was. Oh, it fucking was and he was drowning under the blistering heat raking under his skin each time that booted foot came down on his aching back. God, it felt so fucking good. He didn't know if he liked the thought of Hizashi walking on his back or stomping him into the floor. He didn't know what he liked but fuck if he didn't like it. If he didn't find himself squirming slightly as that foot lifted upwards then slammed down with weight being pushed down.

It had air rushing out of him. A wheezing exhale of delight with his hips squirming restlessly with his dick twitching when he felt a wet drop hit his boxers. Was he going to drip so early? Over a few stomps? He had not a clue, but it had him groaning lowly in his throat with his nails scratching at his forearms restlessly. Then he stretched his arms out slightly with his hands curling into fists. Pressing to the carpeted floor with his back arching slightly with a pop breaking out over it.

It had him groaning with his hands pressing to the floor. Fingers curling tightly into his fists when his husband's foot came down on his back again with another of those weighted presses down against him. It had his toes curling when his husband pushed, pushed, pushed on him until there was another cracking pop. It had him groaning up at his husband who lifted his foot only to have the heel of it come down on the center of his back much to his delight.

He couldn't stop himself from letting out another throaty groan. Squirming eagerly as that heel ground into the center of his back when his husband then rolled his foot forward. Pressing down hard against the center of it. A hard press pushed him into the floor. Pushed the air out of his lungs. It had him wheezing but God if it didn't feel good. If the weight of Hizashi pushing into his back didn't feel good. The weight pushing down almost as if he were about to step over him.

It had his heart thudding against his chest sickeningly with his press into the floor with his hips squirming. His legs stretching out when he fought the urge to curl them upwards. To arch his hips up. It had him groaning with delight when his husband ground his foot into his back that throbbed viciously from the hard steps. The weight pushed onto his back that had him wheezing out. Groaning, Whimpering. Whining. It was so good having his husband stomp down on his back like this.

In pushing, pressing, crushing him into the floor much to his delight. It was better than he imagined it being. Reality always proved to be so much better than the fantasies that he had in his head. His head was spinning faintly at the exhilaration of finally breathing life into this fantasy. It had him groaning when his husband ground the toes of his boot into his back when that foot then slid. Rubbing over his back from his shoulder blade to his lower back.

And then, much to his delight, his husband's foot was coming down on his ass. The heel of his boot digging into his cheek when he lifts his head up then to glance back at the foot grinding into his cheek. Digging in causing the skin to throb when he gasped in a breath at the realization of his movements. And he cried out when that foot came down on the back of his thighs. Right on those welts. Ohhh, it had him crying out again with nails dragging over the carpet as he clawed at it.

The shrieking pain of that booted foot coming down on the back of his thighs again, again, again. Squirming. Twisting. He was shouting as his husband's foot grinded into those welts so fucking good it had his dick throbbing. Twitching. He wasn't hard but God if that rush wasn't gushing through his veins at the speed of fucking light. If his twitching dick wasn't receiving that gush of blood that had him gasping. Moaning deafeningly when his husband's foot came up then down harder.

Ohhhh, it had him moaning at his husband when the blood gushed down to his dick that began to stiffen. Oh, it had him writhing when his husband dug his boot into the welts so fucking good it had him gasping. Shouting. Moaning. It was hard to name the sound leaving him as the toes of his boot ground into his welts viciously. Fiercely. It had his feet kicking out with his hips squirming with the rest of him when his husband rubbed sharply at his thighs.

Stepping down so damn hard it had him moaning ecstatically at the blonde above him when that foot then came down on his left thigh. Right onto the welts there. And ohhh, if it didn't have him grinding his hips down into the floor with a snapping moan tearing out of him at the screaming pain. His nerve-endings shrieking at his brain that it hurt, hurt, hurt. That it was a pain he could do without, but he couldn't think.

Not when his eyes were rolling up on him as his mouth hung open with fast, shaking breaths being taken that bordered on a shallow panting rhythm. Oh, please, please, please keep it up! He wanted to howl the words, but he couldn't find the air for them as his husband's boot ground into his thighs. Pressing down hard into the shrieking welts there to get him jolting. Jerking. Ohhhh, he thought his husband was going to avoid the backs of his thighs because of the welts there.

It had him moaning in that snapping pitch when that foot came down on his right thigh. So hard he swore it ached down to his damn femur. Oh, oh, it was so good he doesn't want it to stop. He wants his husband to grind into his welts all night long until they are puffed up again. Until they were aching. He wants them to scar. He wants the reminders there always. It had his erection throbbing at the thought as it filled out with pre-come dripping into his boxers.

One drop. Two. Three. Twitching. He swore he'd never gotten harder faster in his fucking life. It had him whimpering when his husband twisted his foot to grind into the back of his thigh which had his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks. And then that foot lifted and came down sharply on his left thigh much to his delight. It had him moaning when the blonde hummed at him with that foot crushing itself into his thigh. Did Hizashi find this hot? Did he think it was as hot as he did?

Or was it something his husband was going to be uncomfortable with? He hoped not. Prayed not. Because he can't go without doing this at least one more time in the future. It had him shuddering with that foot grinding into the back of his aching thigh. The pain snapping off to his brain again, again, again to tell him to put it to an end. But he can't. He was grinding shamelessly against the floor with a moan when his husband lifted his foot. Then bringing it down on the back of his thigh again.

Oh, oh, oh! It had him moaning when that foot pressed down with that familiar weight until his femur protested. Aching down to the bone but he hardly cared as his husband pressed into him. Shoving his thigh into the floor with his hips working frantically to grind into the floor when that foot lifted from his thigh then coming down hard with the heel digging into his left thigh. It had him moaning delightedly at the blonde who let out a quiet groan above him.

That foot twisting to grind the heel of his boot into his thigh. It had him shaking. Trembling. The pleasure surging into his stomach pooled like hot magma that left him hot, hot, hot as his husband twisted his foot into the back of his thigh. It had him gasping shrilly at the sharp twisting motion of his husband's foot digging into the back of his thigh. It had him squirming with a keening moan flying out of him with his head throwing itself back.

Oh, he needs more of that foot grinding into the backs of his thighs that throbbed. That burned feverishly just as they had the night that his husband cracked the cane down on his thighs. They burned. Throbbing with a fervency that he hadn't felt since the night they'd been left there. It had him moaning delightedly with his hands opening then clawing at the floor desperately with a huff. Shuddering his husband pressed all the weight he dared into the back of his thigh.

His erection was throbbing frantically with his boxers clinging to him with the pre-come dripping shamelessly out of him with a moan tearing out of him. A long, drawn out moan ringing with that neediness that he always tried to keep at a medium. A desperate, lewd sound that had his heart thudding against his chest with a skip when he squirmed beneath his husband's foot eagerly. Squirming when the blonde ground his foot into him. And he was burning, burning, burning over some stomps.

Some hits to his sensitive welts that would be agony to have his husband touch when he rubbed the lotion into him tonight. It had him whining at the thought with his lashes fluttering on his feverish cheeks when his husband lifted his foot up. And as much as he wanted him to stay there, that foot came down on his upper back forcing his chest back down to the floor. He'd not been aware he'd been lifting himself up, but he didn't care. Not when he was too busy moaning when that foot came down on his aching back.

Again, again, again. Fuck him, it was everything he could have ever asked of and more from his husband. He was ticking off all the boxes he hadn't known had been there when he asked for this. When he first considered it after looking at the option on the list. It had his nails dragging over the floor with his hips moving to grind into the floor that pressed so good against him. The backs of his thighs throbbed and screamed with the pain radiating through them.

He squirmed with a huffing exhale leaving him when he clawed at the floor again. His husband slammed his foot down onto his shoulder blade tearing a cry out of him. Oh, Hizashi was so good at this, and he didn't even know it because he couldn't find his words to say so. He was dripping into his boxers causing them to soak through with his pre-come as it clung to his erection. Twitching. Throbbing. It had him gasping with his cheek pressing to his forearm as the heat in his cheeks throbbed delicately.

A stark contrast to the wild throbbing in the backs of his thighs; the heat that he could feel gathering there. It had him gasping with his eyes rolled back behind fluttering eyelids. Lashes trembling on his cheeks. It was so much better than he'd thought it'd be. He listened to the racing, trembling breaths up above him when his husband slammed his boot down in the middle of his back. It had him moaning out at the throbbing pain beginning to gather in his back from those hard hits.

Not quite discomfort but he was growing tired of the hits to his back. And then a foot was coming down his thigh tearing a cry out of him at the pleasure it created. Oh, it was so good! He didn't know how to breathe around that pleasure when he found his legs squirming restlessly. His husband's foot left the back of his throbbing thigh when he then found himself propping himself up onto his arms. Pushing with legs sliding up for him to sit on his knees.

And ohhh, if his thighs didn't scream at the curled position but he didn't care. He couldn't. He turned himself to face his husband with a whimper as he leaned back on his hands. Canting his hips up towards him when he looked away from the bulge straining against his sweatpants effortlessly. It felt so wet. Pre-come dripped consistently into his boxers as he jiggled his hips with his flushed husband looked down at him. He hissed in when that booted foot came forward to drift the toes of it over his thigh.

Coming up before pressing down on the bulge of his erection much to his delight when he pressed up against the sole with another whimper tearing out of him. He needs it. Needs, needs, needs this man to crush his thighs just a little more. A little more and then he'd do whatever he wanted. He'd wait to be touched. He'd wait for sex. He'd wait for those hands to touch him and jerk him off. He'd wait to come. So long as he got those hard hits to his thighs.

He knew he'd feel it tomorrow, but he didn't care. He wants this now. It had him mewling up at his husband who rubbed the toes of his boot into the bulge of his erection idly. It gave him that Deja vu sensation of the foot job his husband gave him last year. He pressed up against that boot with his erection throbbing, throbbing, throbbing maddeningly. He'd never gotten so hard so fast but God if it wasn't driving him crazy. He gasped in his shallow pants as the toes of that boot continued to rub into his crotch.

A firm press down that had him moaning at his husband. His hands clawing at the floor restlessly when that foot then lifted away from his erection to which he jiggled his hips up restlessly. And then that foot was coming down hard on his thigh. It had him shouting as he threw his head back at the throb that raced up his thigh. And then that foot lifted up and slammed down again onto his thigh with the throbs racing up his thighs. Slamming down again, again, again much like he had with his back.

His femur screamed at the hard hits. It had his thighs trembling with his chest fluttering with shallow pants being taken. Oh, it was everything. Perfect. Amazing. He lifted his head up to stare at his flushed husband who stared down at him with such hunger it had him shuddering when he whimpered. He needs him. Needs Hizashi to touch him. That foot came down on his left thigh with the same strength as the right side as he shouted out in delight at the pain it gave him. The pleasure.

Ohhh, it poured into him like molten lava. A magma in his stomach radiated outwards to get him gasping as he squirmed. Gasping with his thighs spreading shamelessly as his husband slammed his foot down onto them. His hair trembling from the motion of his body as that foot came down on his thighs in alternating manners. It had him moaning when his husband shifted from side to side effortlessly. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Alternating with hard hits that had him shouting out.

His foot came down harder, harder, harder causing his thighs to throb. Oh, he was going to hate going into work on Monday, but he didn't care. He'd have tomorrow to recuperate the best that he could, and he'd be happy to do so. His erection twitched with pre-come soaking into his boxers. Would it soak through? Would it show on his pants? His pants raced at the thought of it when his hands squirmed before clawing at the floor. His nails dragging over the carpet for a give. A hold only to fine none.

Moaning when he let his head fall back with his hair swaying against his throbbing, aching back. His husband's foot down came down hard, hard, hard on his thighs. Stomping on him with all the force that he dared too. And God, if he didn't want to melt away with his husband's hard hits to his thighs coming rhythmically. Left, right, left, right. It had the blonde huffing above him shakily with the excursion that this had to have on him. It was to be expected, after all.

He shuddered at the thought of his husband calling the flag for him. At the thought of having the man buried between his aching, throbbing thighs. The idea that his husband would fuck him to his hearts content. That he would get everything he was wanting and more tonight. He lifted his head when the blonde's foot came crashing down on his thigh a final time. It had him throwing his head back on a cry as Hizashi twisted his foot into his thigh to give him that damn good friction burn before slipping off.

Shaking pants being taken by the both when the blonde was flying down. Dropping onto his knees with hands slamming down on his throbbing thighs with lips crushing down on his. Kissing him hungrily in a fast change that his head spun wildly at the sudden change but oh, he didn't care. Not when those hands were sliding up his thighs to curl into the waistband of his boxers and pants. Tugging at them to work them down while lips slid against his hungrily.

A desire to the kisses that had him breathless when he shifted slightly allowing his pants to be worked down around his ass to his upper thighs. His erection sprung up to rest against his stomach with a twitch as the wet head soaked a spot in his sweater. He whined when the blonde shuffled closer to him with hands leaving his thighs briefly. Then there was a quiet grunt leaving his husband when his brows twitched together slightly. What was he-?

Oh.

Oh.

He shifted forward with hips arching forwards helpfully with his husband's leaning forward. To press against him tightly with their knees hitting together when they broke apart briefly with his gaze dropping down between them. Watching hands jerking to get his own pants down when he glanced down with his mouth watering at the sight of Hizashi's erection. Curving upwards with the head flushed a soft red as the line of piercings winked in the low lighting. Winking at him.

It had him squirming when knees pressed harder to his own when Hizashi shuffled closer. Crushed up against him causing him to wobble on his knees but God, he didn't care. Nothing mattered but the way his husband's hips arched forward. Fingers sliding around him to tug his erection from his stomach only to press tightly to Hizashi's. That hand curling around both of them together much to his delight when he let out a keening moan at his husband.

Oh, he didn't think they'd do this, but he didn't mind it one bit. There'd be time for another round tonight. The hand wrapped around them squeezed tearing a moan out of him as he moved his lips to return those fierce kisses to Hizashi. Returning that hunger, that desire, without blinking an eye. He crushed his lips against Hizashi's fervently with the sharp smack of their quickly moving lips rang out to fill the quiet. The backs of his thighs were on fire.

The front of his thighs was throbbing maddeningly from those hard hits. His back was screaming with pain from those hard stomps. He was euphoric. His husband had gone above and beyond, even if he didn't know it. Even if he didn't breathe a word about it. His husband had been perfect for him. The hand holding their erections together squeezed tightly to squish them together. It had the both of them moaning in unison when the blonde began to stroke the two of them together.

Fingers clenching tightly together to keep a good hold on one another as his palm brushed over his erection. When had Hizashi gotten hard? He wished he could ask him. He wished he could focus long enough to know the answer to it. It had him moaning out as his husband stroked them quickly. Fingers coming up to rub over the heads of their erections fiercely with that hard squeeze. It had him crushing his lips to Hizashi's desperately for those hard kisses.

Clinging onto him fiercely with that hand stroking fast, fast, fast with a moan spilling out of his husband. The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom. The quiet brush of his husband's hand sliding over their conjoined erections tightly had him moaning out with a desperate note. He shifted forward with his hands flying up to cling onto his husband's upper arms fiercely. Bunching his sweater up in his palm as lips slid against his with that sharp smack ringing out.

It had him shuddering with his hips itching to thrust up. To thrust into that stroking hand but not yet. Not yet, not yet, not yet. It had had him whimpering in frustration at the limits he set for himself. But he knew when it was time that it'd be amazing. That he would thrust in unison with his husband. But until then he just needed to remain still for a little while longer. It had him moaning desperately at his husband who stroked them quickly.

Fingers squishing their erections together with that hand moving quickly as it could when he pulled his right hand from his upper arm to reach down. Touching his husband's hand, he then weaved his fingers between Hizashi's as they stroked together. Squeezing at the throbbing erections tightly, he stroked quickly in time with Hizashi's movements with a moan spilling out of the blonde. Deafening. Keening. It had him shuddering with his hips twitching slightly before he moved them.

Moved to grind his erection to Hizashi's which got him a keening moan from the blonde who squeezed tighter at their erections. Holding on tightly had him shuddering with his hips moving to grind in tight circles against his husband's erection. It had the blonde shuddering with lips crushing themselves to his. Hard, fast kisses that he returned without a second thought as he clung onto the blonde. Holding onto him with his free hand as they stroked fast, fast, fast.

Fingers stretching up to roll over dripping heads before using the dripping pre-come as a lubricant. Fuck, he didn't think it'd get this hot. He didn't think he'd be so worked up over pain that he knew would make work an absolute bitch. But here he was, harder than anything, grinding himself against Hizashi. Stroking their erections together as fast as he possibly can with his husband's pants fanning over his cheek. It had him squirming. Twisting eagerly towards his husband who pressed back against him.

Twisting desperately with his hand tightening around their erections when his husband's hips moved. Rolling forward to grind against him, it was absolutely delightful. Oh, it had him moaning encouragingly at his husband who ground himself forward against him. Tight circles that had him shuddering with a keening moan spilling out of him. His erection was throbbing. He'd never been more turned on than he was tonight, and it was all over some stomps.

Some hits of his husband's boots on his thighs and back. He'd never thought to use the welts lingering on his thighs for pleasure like that. Maybe that made him a pervert. Maybe that made him a masochist. He didn't know. All he knows is it felt so fucking good he knew if Hizashi had kept up with it that eventually he would have come. It had him groaning at the thought as he squeezed their erections tightly together with hips moving to grind. To rub together.

Stretching out his fingers to rub over the dripping heads before sliding down slickly. Fuck, he'd have to do something good for his husband when it was his turn. He needed to do something that would be equivalent to what he'd done for him tonight. It h ad him moaning at the thought of what his husband could possibly choose for him. He didn't care what it was, he was going to do something. And he was going to tell his husband, when he had the words, just how good he was making him feel.

How good that grind into the welts felt. He can do nothing but hope that his husband will do it again. That he would, somehow, take advantage of the healing welts like that. It had his toes curling with his hips grinding fiercely against his husband who grinded back. And the rubbing of that ladder against the underside of his erection was absolutely delightful. Ohhhh, it felt so good. He clung to his husband with a keening moan spilling out of him as his hand trembled with the fistful of fabric it held.

Stroking each other fast, fast, fast as they could with erections grinding, rubbing, against one another with huffing pants being taken through noses desperately. Oh, how he loves this man. Loves him with everything in him. To go along with this without so much as blinking an eye was the greatest gift his husband could have ever given him. It had him utterly melting as he thrusted shallowly into their hands despite his best intention to remain still.

And fuck him, if that didn't get his husband moaning at him with such delight it had his heart jumping in his chest. Had him groaning as he gave another shallow thrust into their hands which had his husband thrusting after him. Fuck, the rub of those piercings against the underside of his erection had him moaning deafeningly at his husband when they both thrusted together into their stroking hands. Squeezing together to keep up that tight pressure that had his husband moaning at him.

Lips slid frantically against his with kisses that screamed with that urgency. With that heat that sizzled into the kiss leaving him eager for another slide of those lips against his. Kissing him with all the passion in the world. And he returned that passion, that hunger, with his own as he moved his lips against Hizashi's with all the hunger in the world. It had the blonde moaning at him deafeningly with their hands moving faster. Faster, faster, faster.

Stroking wildly with lips crushing themselves to his when Hizashi broke back with a gasp being taken by the both of them. And then the blonde was opening his mouth with the tip of his tongue tracing the shape of his lower lip. Coming up to trace the top lip with a playful flick when he opened his mouth without thinking twice. Allowing that tongue to dip into his mouth as he moved his own to meet Hizashi's as their lips crushed together.

Moving his tongue, he slid it against Hizashi's in a slick rub that had the blonde whining. He used the tip of his tongue to nudge the blonde's piercing. Rolling the tip of it around the ball in a swirling nudge with the blonde groaning as his tongue rubbed against his. Huffing pants fanning over hot cheeks with hands stroking them together fast, fast, fast. God, he can't get enough of this pleasure. He was melting. He was absolutely helpless against that passion. That desire. Lust.

He shuddered with hips thrusting in unison with Hizashi who moaned delightfully at him when he squeezed. Sliding hands up to rub fingers over the dripping heads of their erections. Pre-come dribbling down in between their erections allowing for a slick rub that had him moaning. Squirming. Twisting. It had him shuddering as he nudged at Hizashi's piercing before rubbing his tongue to Hizashi's which rubbed back. Twisting together with lips crushed fiercely together with a huff fanning over his cheek.

His husband's tongue massaging against his gently. Tenderly. He loves it. He loves the French kisses that, in the beginning, he despised. He still recalled that afternoon when they first tried it. When he had sworn, they'd never do it again. And here he was, finding the perfect kiss with his husband that got better each damn time. There was no need for a "dominance" or "battle of tongues" as he had read online before. There was no need for his tongue to be squashed down or pinned.

Together they moved with no rush. It was rubs, slides and massaging movements against one another with tongues flicking. Twisting. A game that they played together. He tightened his grasp on their erections as he and Hizashi thrusted. Damn near in unison but God if that rub of his piercing against the underside of his erection didn't get his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. It had him huffing out with his hand tightening on his husband's upper arm. Holding the fabric to his palm desperately.

Like it was his one anchor keeping him tethered in the here and now. It had him whimpering into the kiss at the rub of those piercings against him as they thrusted into stroking hands. God, he didn't know when Hizashi got hard or why but fuck if he wasn't loving it. He loves when they frotted together. When they were jerking one another off together. Sliding his hand quickly with Hizashi's, he wished he could touch those piercings.

Wished he could tug at the skin around them to get the blonde squirming. To fuss, play and toy with them until the blonde was panting, squirming and twisting. It had him shuddering when he rubbed his tongue against Hizashi's giddily when it rubbed back against him. It was deafening the sound of panting. The wet sound of fingers grinding into the heads of erections. The brush of hands over them with the quiet rustling of clothing from moving shoulders.

The barely audible, wet noise of their moving tongues. The moans, groans, whines and whimpers that slipped out freely from the both of them. All of it was like shots of heat that had him squirming eagerly. His knees digging into the floor as he thrusted faster into their hands. Trying to match their past with long, sleek thrusts that his husband copied with both sitting up higher on knees. Lips pressed fervently to one another with tongues moving in slick slides against one another.

Then Hizashi's tongue undulated upwards. And fuck, it had him groaning when that bottom ball slid across the top of his tongue. It had him rubbing his tongue up just to get firmer rubs of that ball against his tongue. His pants came shakily with hips moving quickly to thrust into stroking hands. Grinding the pads of fingers into the dripping heads of their erections. It had them both moaning together in unison at the slick thrusts given against one another.

The rub of his husband's Jacob's Ladder would forever be his favorite fucking thing in the world. There's nothing he adores more than the roll of those studs against the underside of his erection. He couldn't deny, he'd been skeptical when Hizashi first mentioned wanting to get them done. When he did get them done. He never expected himself to fall in love with the ladder. Or to fall in love with that cute, crystal pink navel piercing his husband had gotten on a whim. It was just like his tongue.

His ears. His nipples. He adores how pierced his husband is. If anything, it had him curious about it. Had him painfully curious on getting something of his own done but he was uncertain. Unsure. And he hadn't breathed a word of it to Hizashi which made it all the better. He let out a fast breath through his nose when he gave a sharp thrust that had his husband moaning at him encouragingly. Had him groaning back when hands tightened on erections.

Tongues sliding, slipping, twisting, rubbing together. Those soft, soft lips crushed against his were like an electric shock. How quiet it was in the bedroom save for those small sounds of theirs. It was almost embarrassing, but he ignored it in favor of thrusting faster, faster, faster into their stroking hands when his husband whimpered. It had fingers squeezing tightly together with a keening whine spilling out of himself at the pleasure it gave.

It made him all too aware of the throbbing in his thighs; the front and the back. The throbbing in his back. He hoped his husband left a few bruises. After all, if anyone saw them then he could simply claim a fall or hit from a criminal or villain. They didn't have to know that he'd all but asked his husband to stomp on him. No one but him and Hizashi needed to know that. It had him groaning at the thought with his hips moving faster to thrust in snapping slides that rubbed against Hizashi.

Had those piercings rubbing in that drool worthy manner as his husband thrusted into their hands with him. Trying to time them together with that slick rub against him that had him squirming. Moaning at the blonde deafeningly with hands clenching tight, tight, tight. He couldn't imagine a better fucking hand job in his life. He loves frotting with his husband; it was one of his favorite things in the damn world. If he was honest with himself, it was something he wanted to do more often.

It was something he wanted to indulge in again and again. Just to feel the heat of Hizashi soak into him. Just to feel the rub of his erection against his own to get him moaning. To have his piercings rub against the underside of his erection in that drool worthy manner. To think he got to have this pleasure all because he asked for trampling tonight. God, he'd give anything just to let Hizashi do it again. Maybe he would if he asked for a round two? He knew this wasn't anywhere near enough for him to be content.

Not now when he was so hungry for more, more, more. Maybe in the shower. Maybe in bed. Maybe after the lotion was put on him. He did not a care when only that he got the chance to have that erection buried inside of him. He wants it so badly. They hardly went without sex but in a few days more it would be a week. He knew he was spoiled. He knew he was greedy. But he wants nothing more than to make love with his husband. He wants Hizashi to want to make love to him.

And judging by how damned hard they both were, he'd dare believe his husband might be interested tonight. He could only hope for it; it was Saturday. They could stay up late as they want. And that means if he wants sex, if Hizashi wants sex, then there was nothing stopping them. Not a damned thing. And it had his stomach fluttering at the thought of getting to have Hizashi that way. The idea that he could make love with his husband properly.

He shuddered at the thought as he thrusted into their stroking hands giddily. Happy to move with his husband who moaned at him as their tongues twisted together fervently before his husband was pulling away. Breaking from the kiss when he felt a droplet of drool in the corner of his mouth drip down his chin. Gasping together when he forced his lashes up to find thin tendrils of saliva connecting their tongues together before they broke off to flutter down Hizashi's chin.

And the blonde leaned in to kiss him once, twice, three times more with hard presses that had his lips tingling. Then those lips began to flutter along his jawline before moving back. Nipping at his earlobe with hips moving desperately to thrust together. Hands stroking fast, fast, fast with his husband moaning lowly in his ear had him arching with chests pressing tightly together. It had him squirming with hips snapping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth when the blonde took a trembling breath.

"Yo-You're so fucking beautiful, do you know that? You're so fu-ffffucking pretty! Ah! Mmmm! I can't ge-get enough of lookin' at you! Pre-Pretty boy, did it re-really feel that good? Did it feel so good you'd ge-get this fucking hard?" He shuddered at the breathless tone of his husband when fingers squeezed them together tearing a moan out of him. "Nnn, God! Ah! I ca-can't get enough of you! Pretty thing! Sw-Sweet boy! I could fu-fuck you right now, baby, you kn-know that?"

"Oh! Oh, please! Please, fuck me! I wa-wanna feel you in me, Zashi! I wa-wanna feel good with you! Mmmn! Ah! I wa-want you so bad! I-I need you so fu-fucking bad!" He hated the gasp to his voice but God the thought of this man fucking him tonight? Of having Hizashi inside of him? It was almost too much. Had him gasping as he pressed his head to the blonde's. "I wa-want to fuck you so bad! I wa-want you to make love to me! Please? Please, wo-won't you? Please, fuck me, Zashi?"

"God, I love ho-how sweet you can be, baby! Mmn! Nnn! I'll fu-fuck you wherever, wh-whenever you want tonight! I'll make lo-love to you so sweetly I'll ma-make you cry!" Huffing. Panting. Hands stroking fast, fast, fast with hips snapping to thrust against one another with a moan spilling out of him. "Te-Tell me, do you wa-wanna ride me? Ride my co-cock so good? I wa-wanna watch you move! Wanna watch tho-those pretty hips of yours move while yo-you fuck me! Wa-Wanna fuck me, baby?"

"Yesss! Fuck, yes! I'll ri-ride you so goood! Oh! Ohhh, fuck! I'll fu-fuck you so good, Zashi, promise! I pr-promise! Then I wa-want you to make love to me! I want you to-to touch me so ni-nice like you do! Hold me! An-And show me ho-how much you love me! I want you to fu-fffuck my goddamn brains out then make love to me! I want you to-to stay inside of me tonight! I want to ride you so fu-fuckin' good you can't take it! I want your cock insi-inside of me so badly! Gi-Give it to me, Zashi? Please?"

"Mmmm! Fuck, I'll gi-give it to you, baby! I'll give you ev-everything you want and m-mmmmore! I promise! I'll sho-show how much I love you! How beautiful yo-you are! How abso-absolutely fuckin' gorgeous you are! I'll make you fe-feel like the sexiest man in the world bec-because you are! Oh! I want to watch you fu-fuck yourself on my cock! I want to be inside of you! I-I'd bet you're tighter than anything, huh? Come on, baby, you wa-wanna cum for me? Cum all over me?"

"Yes! Yes! Ah, ah! Fuck, Zashi, I wa-want you in me! Want you to be in me so fucking bad! Mmmm! Yo-You always feel so fucking good inside of me! Al-Always fill me up so-so fucking good it dri-drives me crazy!" Gasping. Heaving. He stroked faster, faster, faster together with fingers grinding into the slick head with gasps being taken by the both of them. "'m go-gonna cum all over you! Ma-Make a mess! Wa-Want you to cum with me! Cum wi-with me, Zashi? Please, please?"

His husband whimpered at him with a sharp nod as teeth nipped at his earlobe while their hands flew up and down, up and down, up and down. Squeezing with that perfect pressure with hips snapping forward to thrust into their hands together. The rub of those piercings, the drag of them, against the underside of his erection felt so fucking good. He was melting, melting, melting. He was more than eager to come. More than eager to get over that crest point with those vulgar words lingering in his mind.

It was hot. Unbelievably hot. Fuck, when was the last time he'd heard Hizashi talk dirty to him? It seemed like lately they'd always gotten so breathless. So caught up during sex that he found himself missing that vulgar dirty talk with his husband. They had to do it more often, he was more than willing to open that door if need be. To be the one to initiate it if need be. Tightening his hand around the throbbing erections in his grasp, he squeezed at his husband's fingers as their hands moved fast.

Fast, fast, fast.Squeezing hard, hard, hard. The rub of those piercings against the underside of his erection was so fucking good. So damn good it had him threatening to drool when Hizashi pulled back with lips crushing themselves to his. He adores it. Loves the hard press of those soft, warm lips against his as they slid fervently with his which he returned in kind. Pouring his arousal, his passion, desire and lust into the kiss which was returned to him without a drop of hesitation on his husband's part.

It had him moaning into the kisses as he crushed his lips to those soft, warm ones. It had him shuddering with the delight twisting into his chest when he squeezed their erections impossibly tight together. Throbbing. Twitching. Dripping. He can't get enough of it as he rutted into their hands. Rubbing himself fiercely against Hizashi's with a sense of delight to him when his husband rubbed back against him. Hips rolling to grind together with their thrusts while lips slid together.

Huffing pants fanning onto red cheeks. Hands squeezing together for that pleasurable pressure to be given to stiff erections. Painfully stiff. God, he couldn't remember the last time he was this hard without the use of a cock ring. He thrusted giddily into their stroking hands with fingers coming up to cup dripping heads and grind into them. Rubbing damn good at them as he huffed through his nose desperately with his free hand releasing its fistful of fabric to slid up instead.

Clawing at his husband's shoulder to tug him tightly against him with their chests pressed tightly together. Huffing pants fanning over his cheek with hands stroking together fast as they possibly could to match the speed of thrusting hips. It had him moaning into the kiss with a groan slipping free from his husband who clutched at their erections tightly. Squeezing for all his damned worth it seemed which sent shivers down his back with his hips rutting faster. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

Slipping, sliding, grinding. It was so fucking good it had him moaning shamelessly into their fierce kisses. Crushing his lips fervently to his husband's the best that he could with hands clinging together as they stroked quickly. Grinding fingers into the dripping heads of their erections whenever they could had him jolting. Jerking. The pleasure was pooling into his stomach like a magma. Like a molten lava that fed into the heat fanning beneath his skin. It had him hot, hot, hot.

He could feel sweat pricking along his skin beneath his sweater. Along his forehead. He was getting so fucking hot he didn't know what to do with himself. Huffing through his nose, he moved his hand quickly with Hizashi's. Kneading at the throbbing, twitching erections in his grasp when he squeezed tightly at the base. And with a moan spilling out of his husband, he began to manipulate their hands slightly. Twisting and curving them up near the head the way he would on himself.

The way Hizashi had learned from him. Together, they curved and twisted their hands lazily near the head before sliding down to the base where he squeezed fiercely. Moving their hands together had moans bursting out of the both of them with fingers clinging tightly together. He can't get enough of this pleasure. He was going to lose his fucking mind. He was so worked up, so hot, all because his husband had stomped on him. All because that foot had ground into the back of his thighs that still throbbed.

He couldn't imagine how swollen those welts were again. It had him moaning delightedly with his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks. He wants more, more, more. More of this pleasure. More of having Hizashi's hands on him. His feet on him. Whatever Hizashi wanted, he was more than willing to go along with so long as he got the same. And he knew without a doubt that he would. He knew that all he had to do was ask his husband and he would receive.

It had him moaning eagerly with a squirm before thrusting quickly into their conjoined hands. Hips moving together to thrust in unison and God, he can't get enough of those piercings rubbing against the underside of his dick. When his husband first got them he didn't think he'd love them the way that he does. He didn't think he'd love to play with his husband's piercings until he was a squirming, twisting mess. Until he was damn near mewling at him to do something rather than tease him further.

It had his heart thudding against his chest sickeningly with those beats throbbing quietly in his ears. He'd give anything to play delicately with those piercings if it meant getting Hizashi hard again. If it meant being able to feel them rubbing against his inner walls through the condom. Anything to have his husband inside of him where those piercings would pop in and out to rub over the rim of his hole through the condom. Oh, it sent shivers down his back just to recall.

It had him squirming, twisting, with a keening moan spilling out of him with his free arm curling around his husband's shoulders. Hips working to thrust into their stroking hands. That pleasure was pooling consistently into his stomach like a warm heat he couldn't get enough of. Something he wanted to chase down so he could feel it again, again, again. And given that neither had responsibilities tomorrow he knew they could effortlessly do it.

He knew that they could happily spend the night fucking if the weather didn't knock the power out. Oh, how he hoped the power stayed strong against the storm tonight. Writhing against his husband as hips moved together to thrust into their conjoined hands, he squeezed tightly around them. A keening moan bursting out of him when their hands slid up. Hizashi's palm rolling over the dripping head of his erection. Slow.

Methodical circles with the heel of his hand rubbing over his slit tearing a keening moan out of him. A trembling sound when he thrusted eagerly against that rolling palm when he tried to return the same to Hizashi. Grinding the pads of his fingers into the dripping head of his erection. Grinding his erection to the blonde's only to slid his hand down with Hizashi's with lips crushed against his with those fervent slides that he couldn't stop himself from returning.

Sharp smacks filled the quiet as hands moved to stroke faster, faster, faster with hips rutting together into their stroking hands. He normally wasn't such a light weight but God if that fluttering in his stomach wasn't pulling together into a hot knot. A spark in his lower stomach that coiled hotly into him much to his dismay but could Hizashi blame him? Was it really something he could control? He knew he could tug their hands away and edge himself but he doesn't want to edge himself tonight.

Not yet. He thrusted into their stroking hands with slick rubs against his husband as the blonde's hips moved to thrust with him. Hands squeezing tightly together with fingers slipping slickly over heads and shafts. God, it was wet. A wet, wet, mess that had to be dripping to the carpet. It had him groaning at the blonde when he moved his lips against Hizashi's. Kissing him as passionately as he dares with the blonde moaning encouragingly at him. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

Stroking, squeezing, grinding. His husband's erection throbbed maddeningly against his creating a slick mess between them. It was so wet, wet, wet and he fucking loves it. Loves the slick slide of their erections against one another which had him melting. Fucking into their stroking hands with a hint of desperation as that fluttering tightened sharply in his lower stomach. Climbing up that mountain slowly but surely as he clung to his husband.

Holding onto him desperately when he felt the desperation bleeding into the way his husband thrusted into their moving hands. Rubbing against him slickly with idle grinds being given now and again to get his toes curling. It had him moaning at his husband as he ground himself slickly against the blonde who whimpered eagerly at him. A shrill pitch that struck at his eardrums with a fierce stabbing pain. He ignored it, however, as hands continued to move faster when he parted his lips.

Tracing the shape of Hizashi's lower lip with the tip of his tongue, his husband's mouth opened up without a moment of hesitation when he slid his tongue forward. Scraping along the edge of teeth, he didn't care when he twisted his tongue in a rub against the blonde's. Rubbing his tongue to his when he nudged at that metal ball he so adored. Fingers slid slickly over throbbing erections with shoulders bouncing rhythmically as he squeezed comfortingly with twists up near the head.

Shuddering when Hizashi would massage at weeping heads. Firm squeezes that had his hips bucking into his hand with a snapping moan tearing out of him. He had not a clue if it was simply because he was turned on but God if he didn't love this. If he didn't love sitting on his knees with an aching back and thighs as he jerked himself and his husband off. Both moving their hands to jerk the other fast as they possibly could with their intertwined fingers that broke apart.

Separating to stimulate the dripping heads of erections to get the other moaning louder, louder, louder. It was fucking hot. It was unbearably hot. He likes it; God does he liked the aching in his back and thighs. If he didn't adore the pain that was radiating through him. He'd swore he'd never gotten harder faster than he did when his husband stomped on his thighs. Had he been turned on before hand? Quite a bit. He'd been thinking about it during the dinner preparations.

When Hizashi had gone off to play with Eri during it. He'd thought about it while he was eating dinner and Hizashi tried to initiate a game of footsies beneath the table. He couldn't get it off of his head even as he curled up into his side on the couch to watch an after dinner movie. He'd been pent up which only built up, up, up throughout the day. It was merely worse during his dinner preparation. It had him moaning as he twisted his tongue with his husband's when he nudged at his piercing again.

Swirling his tongue around it. Loving the way his husband rubbed his tongue to his firmly with that playfulness when he squirmed to twist closer to Hizashi. Loving the heat radiating off of him with a feverish quality. How his pants fanned over his cheek. The throbbing of his erection pinned tightly against his own. The feel of it squished up so deliciously against his as he thrusted into their conjoined hands. Fuck him, it was so fucking good tonight.

He can't wait to get more, more, more from his husband when the time came to it. It had him huffing with his hips working quickly to snap thrusts into his husband's hand. Into his own. Squeezing them tightly together for a rub that had him moaning. Had him squirming with his knees digging into the floor as his chest pressed tightly to Hizashi's. Heaving with his pants as their hands slid up in a lazy twist to which this time he joined him in grinding his fingers into dripping heads.

It had his husband moaning with a burst of volume that had him wincing instinctively with a low, pained groan leaving him at the throb of his eardrums. The pain. It had his husband wincing no doubt at the feedback of his hearing aids in response to that burst of volume. Fingers rolled, rubbed, and ground in to the dripping heads. He tried to target the slit which merely had his husband moaning in encouragement at him. Doing so until their hands were sliding down in a sleek stroke down to the base of their erections.

Hips moving to grind together before thrusting into their hands with that drool worthy rub of his piercings against him. Oh, it was the fucking best. It had him moaning back at his husband as he rubbed his tongue to the blonde's before nudging at the ball of his piercing again. It had the blonde groaning at him with lips pressed fervently against his with fingers squeezing so good around the both of them. He was close. It was mortifying to think it but fuck, that spark was doing nothing but twisting.

Burning hotter, hotter, hotter as he rutted against his husband desperately. Eagerly. Rubbed and grinded himself against that throbbing erection that was just a shard as his own. He didn't know if Hizashi had gotten off on stomping him into the damned floor. He had not a clue but all he knew was he was harder than anything with his erection twitching against his. Throbbing against his. It had him thrusting into their conjoined hands with a renewed sense of eagerness that was mirrored in his husband.

Hips moving to thrust faster, faster, faster with moans intermingling. Groans. Low grunts that were just barely audible to him. It had him shuddering with his hips rolling to grind against the blonde before thrusting. His husband groaned encouragingly at him with hips working for the both of them to thrust together. Sharp thrusts that had them slipping and sliding over one another. It had him shuddering at how wet it was. How slick they both were with that dripping pre-come leaving them both.

The quiet, wet sound of their erections rubbing together rang out making him huff with his toes curling tightly. How they slipped and slid so slickly against one another with pre-come that kept dripping, dripping, dripping. Making a damned mess between the both of them with rasping gasps being taken through noses that trembled with anticipation. Quivering. Shaking. It had him shuddering with his back arching slightly as he thrusted desperately into their hands.

Climbing up that mountain in what felt like an agonizing slowness but he didn't care. He didn't mind one bit as he neared the peak of that mountain. He was rutting, grinding, slipping and sliding against his husband so slickly it had his eyes rolling back on him. His lashes fluttering fiercely on his feverish cheeks as he rubbed his tongue to the blonde's. Massaging it. And God if he didn't love the feeling of Hizashi's tongue moving to massage itself to his.

The light click of his piercing hitting off teeth rhythmically ringing out to fill the quiet between them. Shaking breaths being taken as hands squeezed tight, tight, tight as they could without causing any time of pain. Without any additional pain, at least. Fuck, the tight grasps felt so good. He couldn't get enough of that pressure squishing him to Hizashi's erection that was throbbing frantically. Just like his own. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Stroking, stroking, stroking fast as they possibly could with thrusts coming quickly.

And fuck, he hates to admit it but he was eager. Excited. He was getting close, close, close. His world was shrinking down to that small hot spot where nothing mattered but getting off. Nothing mattered but moving hips as they thrusted together into stroking hands. A hot spot of a world where nothing but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi matters to him. Hizashi who was just as hard as him. Dripping over his fingers. Over his palm. Throbbing in his tight grasp much to his delight.

It had him moaning eagerly at his husband who moaned back at him with a note of desperation as they thrusted together. Rubbing, grinding, slipping together slickly with the aid of the pre-come that seemed to be never ending as it dripped out of him. Out of his husband. He was huffing for air that only fed the heat ripping beneath his skin. Breaths that only made his back ache horribly but it pushed him closer. Closer, closer, closer. He was getting so close he could fucking taste it.

It had his aching thighs shaking in preparation with his breaths hitching through his nose. Eager. Excited. It may be early but God he didn't care. Not when he knew that he was more than likely going to get something more from his husband tonight. If he spoke the truth, albeit horny ramblings, then he was definitely going to get two additional rounds of sex tonight. And that was an absolutely exciting though to him. It had his hips jumping to thrust into thier conjoined hands giddily.

Whimpering at his husband as his erection throbbing erratically. Wildly. It had him shuddering with his back arching slightly with a keening moan spilling out of him when the blonde squeezed. His world was nothing of heat and snapping hips. A boiling spot that had him shuddering with his hips squirming in between his thrusts into their conjoined hands. It had him moaning desperately at his husband who groaned back at him with his tongue rubbing against his.

Twisting, swirling, and rubbing together restlessly. Lips pressing hard against his with that fervent desire. Shuddering, he found himself teetering on the edge. Found himself stepping closer, closer, closer to his orgasm as his thighs shook in anticipation. His pants racing with the emotion when fingers came up to grind into the dripping heads. Palming at them together much to his delight as he writhed. Hips snapping up against their hands when they slid downwards.

And he was done. Done, done, done. He was done. His thighs tensed as they shook with his stomach flexing with that oncoming surge. His eyes rolled back with his lashes fluttering fiercely on his cheeks as his eyes squeezed shut. He shouted out into the kiss which had it breaking off with his husband groaning at him. He was coming, coming, coming. It had him shuddering when those tingles raced up his thighs only to explode into his stomach.

A bursting orgasm that had him throwing his head back with his shout cresting up in volume as his orgasm slammed over him. Hot, hot, hot. So hot. White-hot heat waves lapped at him relentlessly with his stomach tensing up with his thighs shaking. His shout choking off in his throat as his erection throbbed frantically. Pulsing with each spurt that left him when his husband moaned at him with his hand kneading at him. Squeezing him through his orgasm much to his delight with thighs trembling.

And then his husband was moaning louder, louder, louder. Deafening volume that had him flinching but it didn't last long when Hizashi muffled himself. And he felt the hot spurts landing on his sweater. Shooting desperately out of his shaking husband who squeezed tightly at their throbbing erections. It had him moaning desperately at the hot liquid being pumped onto his stomach but he didn't care one damn bit. There was nothing that felt better than this orgasm that was gripping and rattling his damned bones.

Oh, it was scratching an itch yet feeding into a bigger one. It had him shaking, shaking, shaking through those white-hot waves slamming over. The throbs of his erection as it pulsed and twitched against Hizashi's. So hot, so hot, so hot. He was so fucking hot he had no clue what to do with himself. It was an eternity submerged in that white-hot heat that seemed to drown him. Drowning, drowning, drowning. Choking, choking, choking. It had him whimpering lowly in his throat in relief.

He shook with his husband who held onto him. And then, as suddenly as it slammed over him, his orgasm was rushing out of him. Leaving him gasping in the aftermath of that intensity filled orgasm as he slumped forward against his husband who grunted. Thrusting weakly into their conjoined hands before rocking his hips slightly to ride out the rush. The absolute exhilaration that had him gasping in his breaths. Sucking them down desperately when his husband finally slumped into him as well.

Hands squeezing fiercely before his husband pulled his hand away from him. Sighing out shakily when he let his head rest forward against his husband's shoulder. Both panting in the quiet of the room when he felt a hand smooth over his hair. A gentle caress that had him melting with another low whimper in his throat tearing out of him when that hand began to caress his hair gently. Consistently. Fingers combing through it gently when he got a kiss to the side of his head. His shoulder.

His husband nuzzled at the side of his neck then with a gentleness that had him reaching up to grab onto his husband's sweater. He happily ignored his soiled hand as the fabric of his husband's sweater became damp beneath his hold. He held onto his husband when he nuzzled at his shoulder. Raising his free hand up to touch that feverish cheek gently where he slid his thumb along his cheekbone. Cupping his cheek as he nuzzled at his shoulder while that hand continued to smooth itself over his hair.

Continued to gently caress and slip into the locks to work out any tangles. Any knots. All while the two of them continued to pant heavily in the silence of their bedroom. Panting raggedly with hands holding onto one another desperately. Eager to give that comfort the best they could when he lifted his head lazily from his husband's shoulder. Melting as that hand smoothing itself over his hair once more before curving forward to touch his cheek. Cupping it.

He shuddered when he leaned forward where their clammy foreheads met in the middle with a light thud that had him chuckling breathlessly. His husband hummed softly with his thumb moving along his cheekbone; just like he was doing to the blonde. It was quiet without their moans, groans, whimpers and whines filling the quiet of the bedroom but he knew that it'd be filled again. Eventually. For now he just needed to catch his damn breath as his erection softened.

Going down slowly but surely with twitches that had him letting out a shuddering sigh as he nuzzled his forehead to Hizashi's. Loving the affection that was given back to him in response as he clung onto the blonde. God, he loves this man. He'd stomped on him, kissed him, and jerked him off all in one night. And the fact he was getting more from his husband? That was fucking amazing. Magical. He pulled back then with Hizashi eyeing him with that curious sparkle to his gaze. Euphoria.

And then he leaned in to kiss at his cheek. Kissing softly at that red face when Hizashi then giggled breathlessly. Kissing at the blonde's cheeks where those freckles begged for kisses. Up to the bridge of his nose where they darkened significantly much to his delight. He kissed at the blonde's cheeks, the bridge of his nose, the tip of his nose, his forehead and the arch of his brow. His jaw and chin. And once he returned to those smatterings of freckles his husband blinked.

Then the blonde was giggling as he threw himself into kissing at his face with that shared rushing delight. Kissing at his face with all the adoration in the world. It had him melting into his husband's hold as his erection faded away leaving his dick to twitch against his thighs. He ignored it in favor of kissing at his husband's face. His forehead. He clung to the blonde happily with fingers coming through his hair once again. Soft, kiss swollen lips coming down on his face.

His cheeks and jaw. His nose and forehead. The scars running over his blind eye coaxing it to shut. Along his cheekbone where those scars overlapped. His eyebrows. The bridge of his nose. It was all sweet kisses that he returned without so much as a damn word. An adoration that was shared amongst them without needing to breathe a word to one another. Kissing at his husband's face delightfully, he tugged on a blonde lock of hair when an arm curled around his waist.

Their knees pressing tightly together. Their chests. His heart pounded against his chest with that quiet throbbing in his ears thumping away. Skipping when Hizashi's lips came down on his in pecks; one, two, three, four pecks that had him absolutely over the moon to return to his husband. Short, sweet kisses when that fifth kiss was deepened into a warm, sweet kiss. Something that had him swooning on his knees towards the blonde who wobbled from his light press.

He moved his lips against his husband to return that sweetness. That euphoric adoration of an orgasmic bliss. Sliding his lips against those soft, warm kiss swollen lips delightedly. He could kiss this man all night long. Fuck him all night long. And if those horny ramblings were telling him the truth then he had all night to look forward to having sex with this man. It had his stomach fluttering with his heart skipping wildly against his chest when his dick gave a curious twitch.

It had him sliding an arm around his husband's shoulders to curl around him tightly with lips sliding tenderly against his. It was something that he absolutely adored. Hizashi broke off the kiss with a light smack when lips began to roam over his face once again with giggles spilling out of the blonde. And he happily, without a thought, returned his kisses. This man deserves the world to be given to him. And he'd be damned if he didn't give this beautiful, sweet man the world tonight.