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!

14. Ruin It

"Mmmm."

A quiet, low hum broke up the silence of the bedroom had Shouta twitching at the sound. It had his heart jumping in his chest as hands slid along his back with legs twisting up with his own. He wedged a thigh carefully between both of his to keep his legs spread around them to which he squeezed around it. It was comforting. Having that slender, muscular thigh pushed between his with a barely there touch against his crotch. Not high enough but God knows when the time came it would arch up to rub against him.

Sliding his hand along Hizashi's side, hands wandered over his back with rubs that had him melting. Had him becoming putty in this man's arms. There was something about this afternoon, he felt half ready to melt into a puddle. From the time they got home into the shower to work Hizashi's hair down to now had been calming. Sweet. Comforting. There had been something unbelievably nice about letting himself be pulled into Hizashi's arms. To collapse in a heap on the couch.

Hands caressing, touching, and squeezing the other closer, closer, closer as he cuddled himself into his side when Hizashi started up his game. It was merely inevitable that those soft, warm lips would find their way down onto his. That he would have arms wrapped around his waist. His arms around his husband's shoulders. Lips slid against his softly, tenderly with an adoration that he answered in kind with his own as he tightened his arms around his husband.

The quiet whispering of their moving lips was deafening over the murmur of paused game play behind them. Hizashi had asked earlier if tonight could be a gaming night after they got Eri into bed and he'd been more than happy to curl up against his side while his husband gamed. He'd been content with his head tucked beneath his chin and his forehead against his neck while he watched from his hidden place as Hizashi played his game.

It was merely inevitable that he was eventually tugged onto Hizashi's lap where he was nuzzled and kissed at. Doing so until the game play was paused, and lips were coming down onto his. He was happy. Content. He could stay here all night on their couch, twisted up together with arms squeezing his waist. Keeping him held closer than anything when he slid his hand over those silky soft locks. Slipping effortlessly over his fingers as he slid his lips against his husband's soft, warm ones.

Slow slides that had tingles racing down his back as his knees dug into the cushions slightly with hands moving along his back. A gentle up and down rub that had him melting into his husband's lap as he slid his hand over his hair idly. Caressing the back of his head with the blonde humming softly at him with fingers digging in. Rolling slow, firm circles into his back comfortingly. It was unbelievably relaxing. Sliding his lips against Hizashi's, the caress of those soft lips against his was absolutely amazing.

He loves how well taken care of his husband was for his skin, his hair, his lips. It was something he could admire for hours. Sliding his fingers through those silky locks gently, he pressed his lips firmer to Hizashi's which got him a firm press back with hands sliding down his back to the lower half with fingers digging in. Rolling soothing circles into him to get his muscles trembling at that firm circling movement. It had him shuddering when his husband's arms tightening around him.

Holding him tightly to his chest where he was happy to stay. Content. He could kiss this man for hours. Kiss him until he was tired, and he'd never get enough of it. Kissing Hizashi will always be something that he was happy to indulge in. Something he could waste hours upon hours dedicating himself too. He'd always been a bit of a slut for kissing. From the first kiss with Hizashi at their festival where fireworks had cracked overhead to every kiss after.

Once they were past the awkward stages of their relationship -past the awkward fear of wrapping arms around one another- he'd been happy to make out with Hizashi. He was happy to find those moments alone, to get lips pressing down against his with kisses that left him squirming. Had his toes curling. He always thought kissing was something his mother had ruined for him due to her blatant acts of passion regardless of who was there.

He'd been turned off of kissing from the few moments he caught his mother and step-father but kissing Hizashi? It was different. It was something that he found was his. Something special for the two of them to indulge in whenever they wanted. Something that, surprisingly, had been untainted. He adored kissing his husband like this. When there was no rush. No agonizing slowness. Just a casual speed with warm, soft lips sliding against his with a reverence that had him melting.

Hands sliding over his back with fingers rolling into him to rub at his back to get him to relax further. It was a calming afternoon. One that was theirs entirely when Eri had begged to go to the dorms to have a slumber party with the girls there and he was more than happy to let her. Hitoshi had left to go to his study group at the dorms as well, but he had the simple feeling he'd gone to keep an eye on his sister. It left himself and Hizashi alone in the house for another rare afternoon together.

He was more than happy to slid his fingers through those silky locks of the blonde's hair. To curl his arms around his shoulders to hold onto him while hands kneaded at his back. The warmth of the winter sunlight blaring through the windows as it played off the snow. A white light that made his eye ache when he looked directly at it. It was a blinding light that left little to no shadows as it reflected off of the snow. He'd long since become accustomed to it.

However, he was more than happy to keep his eyes shut. Even if he saw nothing through the right, it still somehow made both eyes ache when confronted with that brilliant light. Forcing the idle thoughts away, he tried to refocus himself to the act of kissing his husband. It had been a rather nice weekend that they'd spent together. A weekend that had been bliss unlike any other. He felt he'd been floating on his feet when he woke Sunday morning to his aching, screaming back and thighs.

He'd been euphoric swaying on his feet while Hizashi fussed over him in the shower. He'd been forced to stay inside while his husband went out to shovel which he was more than happy to do after glancing at his back. His thighs. The blonde had said his goal wasn't to leave bruises but looking at his skin? There were delicate bruises forming on his skin that would only deepen over the week. Bruises to go with the swollen welts on the backs of his thighs while his inner thighs did much better.

He hated the look of guilt to his husband. When he gently kissed at the bruises and tentatively rubbed vitamin E lotion into his swollen welts. He'd been euphoric but he knew Hizashi had tried to keep from dragging him down from his high. However, he sadly knew the look of guilt on Hizashi meant only one thing; it was a new boundary. Something his husband wouldn't deny him but one that wouldn't bring him that pleasure.

And he knew in the moment, with his moaning and whimpering, that it had gotten Hizashi hard. Not the act of stomping on him. If that tenderness didn't scream volumes each time they were in the shower together from Sunday to Thursday then he didn't know what did. He rode his high out with that euphoric bliss making it all the easier to grin. To smile. But as he came down from his high on Thursday, when the reality of his bruised back and thighs settled in, he'd talked to Hizashi.

Having asked his husband if it truly made him uncomfortable and the blonde had answered truthfully. It did. From there he'd promised not to ask for it again for a good while. That he didn't want to make him uncomfortable just because he wanted something. It was easier to feel good together rather than one getting all the pleasure while the other remained uncomfortable. Hizashi had asked for a quiet weekend which he was more than willing to give him.

But he never predicted having both children out of the house would fall into their laps like this. He slid his lips against Hizashi's; admiring how they curved and shaped to fit in that familiar way. How his hair slid silkily between his fingers as he combed his fingers through it before smoothing his hand over it in a caress. Twisting himself closer in his arms that tightened around him. The quiet whisper of their moving lips was deafening over the paused game.

He sank his fingers into his husband's hair to cup the back of his head. He slid his right hand down to fan out on his chest before sliding down to curve along his side. It had his husband squirming beneath him when he began to caress his side idly much like the hands wandering over his back. A gentle up and down rhythm with his fingers digging into rub at the blonde's side gently with arms tightening around him.

Lips sliding against his with that idle speed when he felt fingers tug at the ends of his hair playfully. It had him shifting his weight slightly in his husband's lap as he moved his lips against those soft warm ones. Lips he could kiss for hours. Days. Weeks. Months. He'd kissed them for years, yet he still felt just as excited each time they came down on his. Hands kneaded at his back gently while he kneaded at his husband's waist before sliding his hand up.

Kneading gently at him with the blonde squirming beneath him with a shuddering exhale fanning over his cheek. He happily clung to the blonde who hummed softly at him with a note of encouragement as he continued sliding his hand along the blonde's side. Just as those hands slid over his back with fingers pressing in to rub at his back just enough to get him shuddering. To get him melting against the blonde.

He slid his lips against Hizashi's as he let out another sigh through his nose at the contentment washing over him. Leaving him flushed warm to his very core as he held onto the blonde who held him tightly. Like he was something precious that he had to keep close or else he'd vanished. Held like he was someone he adored. It was his favorite thing about tucking himself away in the blonde's lap. He slid his hand along his side while those hands kneaded away the knots that had formed in his back.

God, what those hands would do on his shoulders. On his neck. He'd have to talk to Hizashi about possibly rubbing his neck and shoulders tonight before they went to bed. Hizashi had learned from his mother, Yuki, how to massage a person properly. And God if those hands weren't driving him insane with how good it felt having the knots worked out of his back one at a time. It had him sighing again with a shudder racing over him as he kept himself firmly twisted into Hizashi's lap.

Sinking against his chest as he twirled locks of hair around his fingers while caressing his side with his right hand. There was something so good about being trapped on his husband's lap. Something so comforting about these idle, lazy make out sessions of theirs where there was no rush. No frantic heat that they were desperate to put out. Instead, there was a simple warmth that was gathering under his skin like a slow building pleasure. A slow rising heat.

Something that he could take pleasure in stoking and building up slowly rather than that frantic heat that he'd been wrapped up in last weekend. He was more than happy to give himself and his husband something slow. Something for them to take their time stoking to life. Both feeding into the quiet flickers of passion until it was all too abundantly clear. That's what he wants. God, he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his weekend right here.

Hands wandering over his back with fingers cleverly working the knots out of his back. The citrus and sandalwood combination that made up Hizashi signature scents. Something that went hand in hand with his own smoky vanilla notes. He loves the fresh scents of Hizashi's; they were something he could inhale for hours. It had him humming softly when the blonde slid his hands down his back to the lower half to knead gently at him. Fingers digging in just enough to get him shuddering.

To get him squirming slightly in his grasp with his fingers curling slightly to scratch at his husband's head idly getting himself a shudder from the man. A squirm from the blonde when he scratched gently at his waist with hands pressing against his lower back. Pushing him securely into his husband's lap with their hips pressed tightly together with hands sliding over his lower back gently. Kneading at him. Hands then slid up his back coaxing it to arch slightly with fingers rolling into him.

He tightened his fingers on the silky blonde locks. Shivering when the blonde let out a low, quiet hum at him with hands sliding gently over his back. Afternoons like these made being with Hizashi ethereal. Like they were something out of the best dreams that he could possibly have. As if they had plucked every valued prospect for the perfect afternoon to be theirs. He loves it. He absolutely adores it. Even if his back was mottled with light bruising from Hizashi's boots.

God, he didn't want it to put his husband off. His back didn't nearly ache as fiercely as it did in the beginning of the week. In fact, he dared say that it was all the more sensitive with those hands wandering over it. Avoiding the spots that he had pointed out to the blonde that hurt due to the bruising there. It had only been a week but the bruising on his thighs were either dissipating all together or they were turning a light yellow-ish green. Fading slowly.

He'd been in worse shape before, and his husband knew it. But he couldn't wait for the bruises to disappear altogether so he could walk out confidently in his towel. To do so without turning to find that guilty expression pinching at his husband's face. He felt guilty when he saw it and it led to him covering himself up more often than not. Anything to keep his husband from fussing or worrying over him. He jumped when a sigh fanned over his cheek with lips sliding fervently with his.

Twisting closer to his husband who held him tightly in his arms, he happily tightened his arms around his shoulders. There was no closer. None. But he wanted nothing more than to sink into the blonde's arms and crawl beneath his skin. To know what made him tick. What made him desire him so much. What a man like Hizashi Yamada thought about. He wanted to crawl beneath his skin and live there. But even then he knew that eventually he'd want to be closer.

And there was no closer to be had. It had him sighing out through his own nose as he moved his lips with Hizashi's. Listening to the light smack coming to break up the quiet brush of their moving lips. The familiarity of their kisses didn't relax him down to his damned core. He sighed out himself as he held onto his husband who held him close. Arms tightened around his waist with hands sliding along his back. He was more than delighted to welcome the blonde's touch.

There was something so calming about it that his left foot wiggled as it hung off the edge of the couch. Kissing Hizashi always filled him with a delight like no other. Scratching at his head again, he felt his husband twisting them. He hissed in when he was laid out on the couch cushion with the controller clattering to the floor. Thudding on the carpet to which he half expected Hizashi to pull back and question it. But no. No, no, no those lips remained on his instead.

Hizashi grunted quietly to which he planted his left foot to the floor to spread his thighs open. His right thigh squishing into the back of the couch to welcome the blonde between his legs with hands sliding along his back as he was laid out. Arms remained curled around him as the weight of his husband pressed him into the couch much to his delight. He wheezed out through his nose when the blonde laid out over his chest with lips sliding against his firmly.

It had him squirming eagerly with his arm tightening around his shoulder. His fingers on silky blonde locks while he squeezed at his husband's waist with his right hand. Sliding his hand along his side as the blonde settled above him with a weight that kept him pinned down. Kept him in place while those soft, warm lips moved against his. Blonde locks slipping forward to brush against his cheek as lips moved together at that idle speed. Nothing slow. Nothing fast.

It was his damned favorite when his husband kissed him like that. Holding onto the blonde to keep him close, close, close with arms tightening around him with hips pressing against his somewhat awkwardly. It took a shift wit ha quiet grunt before his husband's hips were pressed firmly against his. It was unbelievably comforting when hips pressed tightly against his with arms squeezing around him before one uncurled from around his waist.

Planting itself down on his left thigh to caress it with fingers flicking up to touch at his hip. It had him shuddering when that hand slowly slid along his thigh with lips sliding against his. Oh, there was something unbelievably nice about this as he squirmed beneath his husband eagerly. He clung to the blonde when he sighed out with hips twitching curiously against his. It had him biting back a little sound crawling up his throat when he tightened his arms around Hizashi.

His fingers tugging at the blonde locks earning himself a low, throaty groan from his husband. A sound that had his heart jumping in his chest only to stumble over its quick, racing beats. How amazing these afternoons were proving themselves to be. Holding his husband tightly to him, he slid his hand along his side absentmindedly. Just like the hand on his thigh. Caressing. Touching. Doing so without thinking twice about it as lips slid against his with that firm press to get them tingling.

He held onto his husband giddily as he tugged playfully at the hem of his sweater. A rich, deep burgundy that had his husband's green eyes glowing. Had his hair shining like golden silk. He adores the colors like deep blues or purples that played so beautifully off of his husband. He slipped his hand beneath the hem of his sweater to touch the warmth of his waist. Squeezing at his husband before sliding his hand upwards had the blonde hissing in a breath.

It then rushed out on a shuddering sigh while lips slid against his fervently with a budding desire flickering into the kiss. Something that had his sprinting hear jumping in his chest wildly as Hizashi pinned him down. A tight, fierce pinned position that had him gasping in a breath delightedly only for it to shake on its way out. He wanted him closer, closer, closer. He wants him to be as close as humanely possible. Scratching at his husband's head, lips never moved faster. Never moved slower.

It was a damn good pace set by the both of them that he happily moved his lips along when he slid his hand along his husband's side. Sliding from the top of it down to the flair of his slender waist. All while the blonde pinned him down to the mattress to get his breaths wheezing out of him. Inhaling quickly, he loved the feeling that he was being pushed deeper into the couch cushions by his husband. Pinned into place where not even a squirm or a wriggle could be missed.

It had his heart skipping wildly at the thought that even the smallest movement would be felt out by his husband. His stomach fluttered wildly with his hand squeezing at his waist while the other squeezed at the fistful of hair he held. Earning himself another low, trembling groan from his husband. He wants nothing more than to be heaved into his arms. He wants Hizashi to tug him up and drag him to the bedroom where he could fuck him into the bed.

Where he could touch him to his hearts desire without the fear that somehow, someway, they'd be caught. After all, he'd been indulging in some lazy kisses before Eri and Hitoshi left and the teenager caught them in the kitchen. He'd, of course, scoffed and thrown a mini-fit to which Hizashi had playfully scolded the teen. Stating that he was old enough to see two grown men show their love for one another. That, someday, he and Denki would understand what it's like to be parents.

To have children who put up a fuss when they so much as cuddled. It had the two of them bickering which, of course, killed the mood of those kisses when he was too busy snickering. Snorting. Grinning at the hilariousness of the moment where Hitoshi took Eri with him to walk through the snow to the school. It had its perks to live relatively close to the damned school. Humming out lazily, he felt hips twitch against his again to which he raised his hips up eagerly to press up against his husband.

Shivering when Hizashi's hips twitched against his again. The silent desire all too evident. And he happily began to rock his hips up against his husband's who jumped to join him. Jumped at the chance, it seemed, to rock with him with a sigh fanning over his cheek. That idle rocking of theirs merely reminded him that he had to talk to his husband. Reminded him of what he wanted to do today. He'd been meaning to talk to his husband about his recent choice off of the list.

He had taken time when Hizashi had been down at the corner store to look at the list. He'd like to say that he looked it over for some time before he realized what he wanted off of it but that'd be a lie. It had taken a single glance when his eyes fell on a simple enough option. Ruined orgasms. He'd been curious enough that he'd found himself in the kitchen later that night on his phone looking up ruined orgasms. Reading up on it to understand just what it mean.

What he'd have to do for it to be considered a ruined orgasm. He'd dived down a bit of a rabbit hole until his husband came stumbling out into the kitchen. Finding him curled up on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. A cup of water by his foot and his cane resting on the counter. He'd been dragged to bed gently by his husband but it didn't stop him from researching ruined orgasms more that following afternoon. He'd been intrigued.

Absolutely fascinated with the idea of his husband ruining something that was supposed to be good. He'd read the articles the best he could and tried to keep certain things in mind. Trying to memorize the information he had at his finger tips as he read article after article that he could find. Trying to understand it the best he could when his husband had requested a quiet afternoon this weekend. He didn't know how to bring it up to his husband but he was going to do his best to tell him.

After all, nothing pleased him more than when they were twisted up together like this. When he told his husband only to watch those green eyes sparkle at him as his mouth dropped open. How delighted Hizashi looked when he told him he'd picked something off of the list. He was pulled out of his thoughts when lips left his for the first time in God knows how long. He sucked in a shaky breath when those lips came down on his cheeks. The tip of his nose then down to his cheek.

His jaw. Soft kisses that had him laughing breathlessly as he clung to the blonde who kissed at his face with such adoration it had him melting. He was putty in this man's hands. Now was the time. Now, now, now before his husband could cover his lips again and he lost himself to the tenderness of their make out session this afternoon. He licked his tingling lips then while his husband trailed kisses along his jaw with soft pecks that had him squirming slightly when he cleared his throat.

"So, I wanted to say that I was looking at the list!" A hum vibrated over his jaw as lips continued to press against it. Kisses that damn near had him fighting the urge to giggle when the hand beneath his back slid up as his husband lifted slightly from his pinned position. Lips crawling along his jaw when he scratched at his husband's head. "Zashi, I need you to listen for five seconds! Do you, um, know what a ruined orgasm is?"

The blonde hummed into his jaw once again with teeth then nipping playfully at him. The hand on his thigh sliding up to squeeze at his waist as rocking hips came to a stop. Pressing tightly together, his dick gave a curious twitch when Hizashi rolled his hips slightly before shifting to tug his arm from beneath him. Bracing himself up awkwardly onto his arm with a grunt, the blonde's gaze locked onto him with a blink. "I don't think I've ever heard of a ruined orgasm before! What is it?"

"It's exactly what it sounds like; the orgasm gets ruined. It focuses on bringing a person, typically a submissive, to the edge then stopping before they cross into an orgasm! It's mostly done as a-a BDSM type thing between a Dom and Sub but honestly anyone can do it!" He swallowed then as his husband stared down at him with a bit of awe to his face when he squirmed. "And I was, um, thinking that we could do that? Maybe?"

Blonde lashes fluttered as glasses slipped down his husband's nose slightly. God, those pupils were blown wide with irises rendered to mere rings of color as his husband's lips parted with his mouth opening slightly. Staring down at him with that look of awe to him before his head was tilting with that curious glint. "Do you have a plan on that, baby? I mean, is there a certain way that you wanna do this? Do you want me to fuck you? Or use a toy on you?"

"I was thinking of having you fuck me close to an-an orgasm but then you'd have to stop, okay? Right before you have to stop for it to be ruined and I hate to say it but if you fuck me then that means you're also going to have to deal with a ruined orgasm of your own." He paused before tugging his hand from those silky locks to cup that red cheek where he pushed his glasses up gently with his thumb. "Are you sure you want to experience it? Because-"

"I don't mind!" He blinked at the blonde again as he stroked that freckled cheek gently when Hizashi shifted above him with hips pressing down tightly to his with another of those playful grinds against him with a shiver racing up his back. His stomach fluttering at the excitement he could see glistening in those green eyes. "I think it'd be fun to try this with you, baby! Honestly, I think that's the best thing! To experience things with you is the whole goal of this challenge, isn't it? I want to feel it too!"

Blinking at his husband again, he felt his cheeks burning when the blonde continued to slide his hand along his thigh with a squeeze to his waist when his hand came up. It had him squirming slightly when he took a trembling breath. While, in the past, they both experienced things together it still felt odd for him to let Hizashi ruin his orgasm. "Are you really sure? You're sure that you want to experience it too?"

"I am! It's not gonna kill me to ruin an orgasm for the both of us, now is it?" He got a kiss to the tip of his nose causing it to scrunch as he flinched instinctively but the blonde merely smiled down at him. And then hips were rolling against him with another playful grind to get his dick twitching curiously as the blonde's smile widened into a smirk. "Besides, we'll have all night to ourselves! What's one ruined orgasm compared to a night of proper orgasms, huh? I think I can handle it, baby!"

"Oh, so there's going to be multiple orgasms tonight?" He couldn't help but snicker when blonde brows attempted to wiggle at him to which he lightly tapped at that red cheek. Hizashi's giggles mixing in with his snickering was deafening in the living room when he then curled his arms around his shoulders. Rolling his hips up to grind against his husband who merely smirked wickedly at him. "Well, if I have more orgasms ahead then I suppose one ruined orgasm won't hurt us, will it?"

"No it won't! Now, how about we go to the bedroom and get you ready, hmm? I think I understand this well enough! I fuck you until you're close then stop everything, right before you cum, right?" He nodded when Hizashi then pushed off the cushion to sit on his knees and he was tugged up due to his arms around his shoulders. Slid into his lap with his legs spread awkwardly, his husband hummed. "Good! Then let's get to the bedroom, shall we?"

"After you, love!" He adored the way that smirk beamed at him with a delight shimmering in green eyes. Cheeks flushing when Hizashi was climbing off the couch then reaching for his forearms. Sliding along it to grab his hands before tugging him up onto his feet. Stumbling forward on his feet clumsily, his husband caught his footing for him by pausing with blonde brows attempting once more to wiggle when he snorted. "Eager are we?"

His husband merely smirked brilliantly at him with his brows abandoning their awful wiggle to raise up at him as hands tugged at him. Hizashi then tugged him forward as he walked backwards. Spinning then to which he yelped as he stumbled over his feet only to be spun towards the doorway of the living room with hands sliding from his. Coming down on his waist as lips pressed to his shoulder. And it was a Deja vu sensation that night he asked Hizashi to stomp on him.

It had his heart fluttering when he took the lead to fly forward out of his husband's grasp to dash to the doorway. Glancing over his shoulder at the surprised expression on his husband's face as his hands hovered in the air where his waist had been. And then that smirk widened when he dashed into the hallway with a grin of his own curling over his lips. He rushed down the hallway, his metal foot thudding loudly off of the floor deafeningly.

He ran with his hand stretching out to grab the frame of the doorway. Spinning himself into the kitchen in a half arched manner where he could peak over his shoulder to find Hizashi rushing down the hallway. Blonde locks fluttering over his shoulders when he snickered before launching himself across the kitchen quickly. Moving towards the small hallway of theirs when he heard a curse followed by a thud. Hizashi's socked feet slid over the floor and had him sprawled out on it.

He paused in the doorway of their small hallway with a flicker of worry. Staring down at his stunned husband who then launched himself to his feet to which he ran forward instinctively. Running down their small hallway with thudding feet rushing after him. It was a game of chases that he absolutely adores.It had his blood pumping through his veins as he threw open the bedroom doors. Rushing over the threshold when thudding steps rushed up to him.

And before he knew it, hands were on his waist again tearing a shriek from him. A burst of sound when Hizashi's shaking breaths fanned over his ear. And teeth bit down on the shell of his ear sending shivers down his back as hands slid along his waist with a squeeze. It had him spinning with Hizashi's teeth releasing their bite when he stumbled forward with Hizashi coming with him. He snapped their bedroom doors shut with a deafening crack.

Flipping the lock with a metallic click, he was spun in his husband's arms with his back pushed up to the bedroom doors. Causing them to rattle lightly from the force of his weight being shoved up against it as a thigh wedged itself between his. Arching upwards to press against his crotch with an idle grind that had his toes curling against the floor. Had his hands flying up to grip his upper arms before sliding them up to his shoulders.

Shaking, quick breaths being taken by the both of them intermingling with that smirk softening on his husband's lips as excitement sparkled in those green eyes. Pupils blown wide with that look of excited desire when hands squeezed at his waist. Hizashi's body pressing up tightly against his leaving him pinned against their bedroom doors much to his delight. When was the last time he let himself be pinned to the bedroom doors?

When was the last time he welcomed the chance to be captured like this? He couldn't remember but God if he didn't welcome the familiar excitement as he tipped his head back to tilt his face up. Lips tingling in anticipation as racing breaths fanned over them before Hizashi leaned in. And although he hated the nudge of those glasses against his, he happily welcomed the touch of those lips down on his again. Soft. Warm.

He sighed out sharply through his nose as hands kneaded at his waist comfortingly while lips slid against his. It was Heaven. His heart was racing wildly in his chest from his running when Hizashi pressed up tightly against him causing the doors to rattle lightly again. It had heat flickering over his skin as he twisted into the blonde's arms as he curled his own around his husband's shoulders. Hands caressing his waist with that thigh pressing up against his crotch.

Lips sliding against his fervently which he was more than happy to return with hands kneading firmly at him with the blonde sighing out through his nose. He loved their games of chase and capture. Likes it when Hizashi caught him only to push him up to the closest surface. He tightened his arms around the blonde's shoulders as he tugged playfully at a few locks of hair. Loving the close proximity of his husband as he squeezed his thighs together around Hizashi's.

It remained still but kept a firm, upwards pressure on his crotch that felt so fucking nice. Absolutely amazing as he pressed down awkwardly against that thigh with his fingers twisting locks around his fingers. Letting out another breath through his nose, he clutched Hizashi closer to him. Held him tightly up against him with the blonde's cologne invading his senses. God, he fucking loves that sandalwood scent like nothing else.

Holding onto his husband who was pressing him into the doors was a delight unlike anything else. The tight pressure had him wheezing out through his nose with a note of delight. Tighter, tighter, tighter. He wants Hizashi to press up against him tighter to make the doors rattle again. Pinned tightly from chest to hip, that thigh arched up to press against his groin firmly when he felt that familiar flutter of excitement.

He didn't think that Hizashi would be so receptive to the thought of a ruined orgasm, but he was happy that he was. He didn't understand why he would expect anything less from his husband who always gave him what he wanted no matter how wild it was. He didn't want Hizashi to ruin his own orgasm but there was something thrilling about experiencing this with his husband. About both suffering through the ruined orgasms, he was hoping they'd be able to create today.

It had him shudder as hands slid down from his waist to caress his thighs. Lips sliding firmly against his with a budding passion that he returned without thinking twice about it with the blonde humming out softly at him. Hands sliding over his thighs up to his waist once more. Fingers tugging playfully at the hem of his sweater with fingers sneaking beneath to touch his waist. That thigh grinding up idly against him has his toes curling at the pleasure it gave him.

It had his skin flickering with heat as their lips moved with that same idle speed they'd been using in the living room. Nothing slow, nothing fast. Nothing blinding. It was nice. God, does he love kissing Hizashi. That tight press up against the doors had them rattling lightly when he dared to attempt to squirm. It was exciting being pushed up against the doors the way he had been. Spun in his husband's arms so wildly before being shoved against them? Oh, it was like something out of a fantasy.

There's nothing he loves more than when Hizashi pins him up against the closest surface and kisses him like this. Whether that was against the counters edge, a wall, a closed door, on the couch or the bed. He adores being pinned down by his husband who was kissing him with a tender passion that had him absolutely breathless. He returned that tender passion with his own as he tightened his arms around Hizashi's shoulders with his hand smoothing over those silky locks.

Caressing them the way those hands caressed his waist as he twisted himself to fit properly in his arms. To fit comfortably only to be pushed back against the doors causing them to rattle lightly. It had his heart jumping in his chest as he moved his lips with Hizashi's. God, how long had he been kissing this man? Half an hour? An hour? The light may be bouncing off of the snow, but it wasn't nearly as blinding as it had been earlier when Hizashi had begun gaming.

He didn't mind losing his afternoon to kissing Hizashi. To having those lips on his like this. It had him utterly melting against the doors when thumbs moved to roll circles into his hips while hands squeezed firmly. It had him shuddering with his hands sliding over those silky soft blonde locks. Sinking the fingers of his left hand into the locks. Twisting them idly around his fingers before scratching at his husband's head had the blonde sighing out.

That thigh pressed up firmly against his crotch when he felt that fluttering ache twisting into his stomach. An ache that had him pressing down against that thigh while hips tried their best to press together with Hizashi tugging at his. It had him melting into the doors with the blonde squeezing him tightly. Like he was something he wanted to cherish. To keep close. He shuddered when that thing began to grind up idly against his aching crotch much to his delight.

He uncurled his right arm from around his shoulders. Reaching down to cup his husband's crotch, he began to knead at him in time with the thigh that ground against him. It had shivers racing up his back when the blonde groaned lowly in his throat as he pushed forward. Pinned him back against the doors that rattled. Trembling behind them from the conjoined weight pushed onto it and fuck him, he loves it. He loved feeling that he was so tightly pinned there wasn't a chance of breathing properly.

Within the tight space Hizashi had enclosed him in. When he felt there was no tighter press only to be proven wrong. He loves it. It had his breaths shuddering out of him through his nose when he tugged on the locks of blonde hair that he had curled around his fingers. Tugging gently had his husband huffing out a breath over his cheek as well when he shuddered. Hizashi's back arched slightly with that thigh grinding up just right between his thighs.

It had him groaning out at his husband as he tugged at his hair harder which earned him a groan from the blonde. A low, trembling groan in the back of his throat but it had shivers racing down his back. Had him shivering when he continued to knead at his husband's crotch. Firm squeezes that had hips arching forward to press into his hand as lips began to press harder to his. Moving quicker. And he had not a problem following along with that change in press and speed.

Moving his lips to match his husband's, a huff fanned over his cheek as that thigh continued to grind against his crotch. It had his dick twitching curiously as he kneaded at his husband firmly. Sliding his hand in slow, firm rubs that had the blonde groaning at him again quietly. He began to slid his hand while he kneaded; a firm, downwards press against the blonde's crotch when he caught a twitch of his dick beneath his fingers.

It had him shuddering when the blonde let out another of those throaty, quiet groans that he couldn't stop himself from echoing. His dick twitched again as that thigh arched up with that firm grind against him to get his toes curling. To get his back attempting to arch from the doors only to be pushed at by his husband. His chest pinned tightly to his had him squirming with his hands clinging to the blonde when he squeezed at his crotch. At the fistful of hair, he held.

His breaths were beginning to tremble on their way in and out with Hizashi's hitching slightly with the anticipation. He rubbed at his husband firmly with firm squeezes to the twitching dick beneath his fingers while that thigh ground up against him to get his own dick twitching. It was hard not to deny the heat that he'd felt simmering under his skin in the living room. He'd half hoped that they could once again get away with fucking in the afternoon.

Something that had always been a treat given Hitoshi and Eri were always home in the afternoon. They never had time for afternoons, but he wanted today to be another exception. He shuddered with his hips squirming before he began to grind down against that moving thigh between them. His thighs trembling as they squeezed around it desperately, but the blonde merely whined when he began to roll the heel of his hand lazily into his crotch.

Slow, easy circles while he kneaded firmly at the man who moaned at him. He happily kneaded at his husband while that thigh ground itself up between his legs. Lips sliding against his with a blazing passion that held no trace of that tenderness. He didn't mind it one bit. If anything, he found himself adoring this change in their kisses as lips slid against his with that spark of eagerness. He found himself diving into that kiss without thinking twice about it

the blonde twisted to push against him to pin him into place when he tightened his grasp on blonde locks. Tugging sharply which had a moan spilling out of his husband quietly with hips bucking into his hand. Thrusting against it. It had him rubbing firmly at the blonde who squirmed beneath him with a huff fanning over his cheek. That thigh pressing against his aching crotch as his dick gave a volley of twitches that had him hissing in a breath .

Shivering at that fierce grind of his thigh against him. It had his hips squirming side to side with a press downwards as he clung to his husband when he began to change out his kneading for a rub. The drag of his hand over his husband's pants was deafening as he rubbed at the blonde where he felt a volley of twitches beneath his hand. Lips pressing harder to his got them tingling. And oh, if it didn't have him absolutely drowning in his own skin at the pleasure of having that hard kiss.

Passionate. Lustful. Hungry. Desire filled kisses that he returned without a second thought when he pressed his lips harder to those soft, warm ones. The sharp smack of their moving lips filling the quiet of the bedroom when he caught the quiet howl of the wind outside. It was ignored as his husband pressed up tightly to him with lips sliding against his with that passionate lust. That hungry desire. It was a whirlwind change from the kisses they'd been sharing in the living room.

God if he didn't mind it one bit. If he didn't adore being kissed like he was the only man alive that could turn his husband on. That thigh continued to rub up against his crotch in that mind-numbing pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach. Heat clawing beneath the surface of his skin as it ran along his bones leaving him flushed. Hot, hot, hot. He was burning under his husband's passionate kisses when that thigh ground against his crotch when his dick dared to twitch.

He rubbed quickly at his husband who moaned at him to which he happily moaned back at the blonde. And then that thigh was pulling away from between his. Tugging away despite the tight clench of his thighs around them when his husband pulled back from those passionate kisses. Trembling breaths being taken when hands came down to tug at the hem of his sweater. Tugging it upwards towards his stomach with fingertips grazing his skin, he held his arms up instinctively.

Allowing Hizashi to tug his sweater up as he pulled his arms from the sleeves only to have the black fabric come up then tossed to the floor. He reached down to grab at the hem of his husband's rich burgundy sweater which he flipped up without a drop of hesitation. Admiring the softly freckled skin of his husband's as he revealed more and more of it while arms raised up. He admired the smattering of freckles hidden beneath those blonde curls covering his chest.

The sexy tattooed sight of his name over his collar bone had his blood flashing with heat. He carefully bunched the sweater to get it up over his husband's head with blonde locks slipping through the neckline. Raised arms struggling out of the sleeves when he got his husband's sweater over his head to the floor behind them. His hands came back down to lightly graze his hands over the blonde's chest when hands came up to gently grab his wrists.

Pulling his hands away when the blonde grinned before stepping backwards over his sweater. Tugging him with that playful smile curling over his lips as he was tugged to the bed. And he happily stumbled forward clumsily over his prosthetic foot which was absolutely chilled when he stepped on his left foot. He let himself be tugged forward when his husband bent him forward over the edge of the bed. It had him squirming as fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers and pants.

Tugging them down to his thighs. His dick gave another volley of twitches when his pants were worked down to his knees. To his ankles where he was helped out of his clothing which were thrown off to the side. Without a stitch on, he rolled his head over the bed to look to his left as the drawer of their bedside table was tugged open. Watching as his husband pulled out the box of condoms with one being ripped off of the end.

The sight of his husband tucking them away then placing the pack of wipes on the bedside table as well. And then, finally, the lube was lifted out of the drawer to which he squirmed slightly with his breath trembling quietly. Trying to keep himself down low. Quiet. He wriggled with his hips squirming slightly when the blonde snapped the drawer shut. He held himself still when his husband turned towards him with the condom being placed onto the bed with a low hum from the man.

And then nails were clawing open the cap of the lube with a cheerful cracking pop. He watched as Hizashi drizzled lube lazily onto his fingers before placing the tube down onto the bed. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. An antsy shift he wished he could stop himself from creating as he watched Hizashi spread the lube in an even layer over his fingers. Spreading them apart to get in between his fingers before humming softly as he disappeared out of his line of sight.

He jumped instinctively when fingers drifted over a cheek before grabbing firmly at it. Squeezing hard at his cheek to get his heart jumping to his damned throat, he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip with a sharp inhale. He was then pulled apart while he twisted his fingers into the fabric of their comforter. Peeking over his shoulder to find his husband smiling at him with that heat blazing in green eyes. It sent a shiver up his back at the sight of it when he curled his arms slightly.

Resting his head on as he let his lashes flutter shut. Taking trembling breaths when slick fingers came forward to press against him. Sliding slickly in rubs that had his toes curling, an up and down petting rub that slid over him slickly. It had his hips leaning back as he pressed his uncomfortably hot cheek to his forearm. His brows twitching together slightly as the blonde's fingers continued their up and down rub against his hole when his inner walls clenched together.

Spasming together which resulted in a blatant twitch of his hole in response to his excitement. It had his husband clicking his tongue playfully behind him when he fought down that prickle of mortification when he groaned out quietly. He clutched at the comforter fiercely with his hips leaning back shamelessly as his husband continued his slick petting. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Slipping over himself slickly, it had him squirming as his husband's fingers curled in.

Rubbing at him firmly with fingers slipping over him slickly with shivers racing up his back when the blonde hummed at him. As if trying to soothe him but that heat ripped under his fingers when his husband began to trace the rim of his hole with the pads of his fingers. Slow, lazy circles that slipped slickly over him had his hole giving another happy little twitch. An involuntary action that had him whining shrilly then in a burst of volume that had him twitching.

The hand on his cheek squeezed comfortingly at him when he whined out again at the light bite of those nails in his cheek. Fingers continued in their slow, lazy circles that pressed down with enough pressure to get him biting at his lip. Muffling himself slightly with his cheek pressing to his forearm. God, he loves it. Loves when his husband can balance that playfulness and sexiness the way he did. To be pulled to the bed with that playful smile was a highlight he didn't know he needed.

It had his stomach fluttering to recall as his dick twitched against his thighs. He felt a wet drop smear into his skin as fingers continued their firm circles. The hand on his cheek tugging him tautly as his toes curled against the carpeted floor with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. Fingers rolled over him with the sense that at any moment they'd dip inside of him. He'd gone through the stake of getting himself ready earlier to make sure that he was absolutely clean.

He couldn't deny sex had been on his mind for tonight. It seemed that this afternoon just so happened to be anything for them. It had his heart sprinting against his chest with his breath trembling over his arm with each roll of those fingers over his hole. Causing it to twitch as the hand on his cheek kept him spread so tightly, he couldn't help but wonder if his hole was stretched open slightly. If that's why his husband's breaths raced the way they did behind him.

He couldn't imagine the view his husband got to have each time he prepped him. He'd seen it in a few extra videos they'd made for their "collection" of homemade porn, and he couldn't deny that he was a bit jealous. It was hot. If he didn't associate it with himself then God knows it was fucking hot to him. Not many porn videos he'd seen showed preparation. Not many focused on that niche area but he liked it. Pornography was always focused more the sex part than the preparation.

And he adores that their homemade videos had more than enough footage of Hizashi getting him ready. It had him shuddering to recall when fingers shifted their position on him. The pads no longer pressed against him but rather the tips of his fingers rolled over the rim of his hole to trace the rim of it. It had him squirming with hips leaning back eagerly with a whimper when he felt those fingers prodding at him curiously. Pushing against his hole as his breaths raced.

He wanted to scream for him to do both. To slip both into him right now but he didn't know if he was ready for two. He'd tried to be quick when getting himself ready earlier and hadn't focused on stretching himself out. Focused mainly on getting himself empty more than anything. He bit at his lip when the blonde hummed before pulling a finger away. The hand on his cheek kneading comfortingly when that finger pushed against him firmly before slipping in.

Effortless.

Quick.

It had him sucking in a hissing breath when his husband's finger dipped into him so effortlessly no doubt thanks to the slight stretch of his hole. It slipped into him quickly where the pad of it rubbed against his inner wall deliciously. It had him moaning out delightedly as his dick twitched in a volley against his thighs when he felt that rush of heat down his back. The gush of blood down, down, down to his twitching dick when he felt something wet drip onto his left thigh again.

Followed by another, another, another. Dripping before he was even hard. Was he more turned on than he had initially thought? Was it because he had been sitting on this for a few days? Gathering information before saying something to his husband? He had not a clue but he was getting hard quickly. That finger stretched deeply into him too with the tip of it nudging just below his prostate. Rubbing just below it to get him moaning into his arms at the tease of his husband's.

It had him squirming with a shake of his hips as his husband continued to roll circles into that spot. Rubbing firmly with his finger curling in just enough to get him moaning again when a groan left his husband as that finger continued to rub at him. Continued to grind into that spot sending weak sparks racing up his back when that finger pulled back slightly from its spot. As if he knew. And it had him rubbing his cheek into his arm with a groan slipping out of him.

Circles were rolled into his inner wall. Curling in just enough for that pressure to get his back arching as his dick began to harden. It was agonizing. That rush of blood through his veins. The way he was hardening so slowly while clenching tightly that rubbing finger. Groaning into his arms with his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortable hot cheeks. He was so hot, hot, hot over the scenario already that he dripped shamelessly against his thigh.

He arched his hips back as that finger then pulled back then thrusted into him. A shallow thrust that had him whimpering at his husband when that finger pulled back again then thrusted into him. Again. And again. Again, again, again that finger thrusted into him shallowly with a curl that kept his finger pressed tightly against his inner wall. It had him whimpering into his arms as his husband thrusted his finger into him shallowly. Slickly.

The light squelch of that moving finger was deafening as he squirmed with his hips arching back with a twitch to meet that thrusting finger giddily. His husband let out a quiet groan when the hand on his cheek let go to slide up his back instead. A sweeping caress that had him squirming when nails then dragged down his back. He shuddered at the twitch his half-hard erection gave when the blonde continued to thrust that finger into him giddily.

Thrusting into him with that light, slick squelching ringing out to fill the quiet of their bedroom. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting inside of him as the blonde leaned forward with lips fluttering over the middle of his back. Soft chaste kisses that had his skin tingling as heat ripped beneath it. A heat that robbed him of breath as he panted shallowly with his hips twitching back. Doing his best to meet the thrusts of that finger giddily. To meet the shallow thrusts it gave repeatedly. Again, again, again.

His toes curled against the floor when he felt that second slick finger wriggling between his cheeks. That finger thrusted into him with a giddiness that he felt twisting into his chest as he rocked on his feet to meet those shallow thrusts. Loving that rub of his finger against his inner walls as he squeezed tightly around it. Shuddering at the pleasure it gave him to have something of Hizashi inside of him. It had him moaning out with his fingers clutching at the comforter.

It was like an anchor to keep him tethered in the here and now. Keeping him tied down to the heat raking beneath his skin as he squirmed with that finger thrusting cheerfully into him. As if his husband enjoyed teasing him with those firm nudges below his prostate. Not rubbing over it but hitting just below it to get him moaning. Shuddering. Whimpering. He loves the tease as much as his husband likes to give it but fuck if he wasn't impatient this afternoon. He was no saint.

He couldn't deny that making out on the couch he'd thought about it. About fucking himself on Hizashi. It had him shuddering with his back arching when that finger again just barely hit at his prostate. His lips were aching; tingling with that desire to have Hizashi's lips on his. To have him kiss him with that passion he'd displayed at the bedroom doors. He wants to be flipped and to kiss the blonde the way he wants too. Just how long had he been kissing Hizashi? An hour? Two? He had not a clue.

He'd kissed him all afternoon for all he knew but he wanted more from the blonde. More, more, more. He shuddered with his back arching slightly again with hips jerking back to meet that thrusting finger the best he could. Clenching tightly around it with a moan spilling out of himself with his forehead pressing to his arms as he panted into his little pocket when he felt that finger squirming closer. That finger he'd forgotten about with his brain focusing instead on the pleasure pooling into him.

On that finger thrusting cheerfully into him. Rubbing so good at his inner walls that it had him shuddering with his back arching slightly. Had him panting shallowly with his brows twitching together when the tip of that finger rubbed against the rim of his hole. It had him shuddering when that hand resting on his lower back slid down to grab at his cheek again. To spread him open once more with the blonde letting out a groan behind him as he was tugged open.

That finger thrusting sharply into him when the tip of that other finger rubbed awkwardly against the rim of his hole. A rub that had his toes curling in anticipation when Hizashi's finger pushed at him. The hand holding his cheek spreading him open wide, wide, wide while that finger pushed against him. And then it was sinking inking into him alongside that first finger with a stretch that had him moaning lowly in his throat.

Fingers wasted little time in stretching out to push at his inner walls much to his delight. Pushing fiercely at his inner walls, it sent a shiver up his back when Hizashi did it again. Again, again, again. That light burn of the rim of his hole was everything as his husband spread his fingers out again, again, again. Spreading, spreading, spreading before coming together much to his delight. Fingers then pulled back, back, back until the very tips rested inside of him.

And then thrusted back into him with a sleek thrust that had him groaning. Pulling back until fingertips rested inside of him then thrusting into him slickly tearing a keening moan out of him when his husband began to thrust his fingers into him. Picking up that maddening, amazing rhythm of thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading. Pushing out hard at his inner walls as if the blonde were impatient. As if Hizashi was just as eager to get inside of him the way he was eager to have him.

He wants it now, now, now but he can't rush Hizashi. He won't. Even if it was killing him laying here on his stomach with his erection dripping shamelessly. Twitching. Throbbing lightly with the blood flow to it. He squirmed with his hips shaking as his husband thrusted his fingers into him with that slick squelch ringing out. Jerking his hips back to meet his thrusts the best he can as he rocks on his feet when the blonde let out a low moan behind him.

That hand squeezing at his cheek before sliding up his back again. Nails scratching at his lower back while those fingers thrusted into him. Sharp thrusts with the tips remaining inside then thrusting slickly into him. Smoothly. It had him moaning with his racing breaths making the space impossible but he couldn't dare lift his face. Not yet. Not when those fingers were reaching inside of him so fucking good before stretching out to get him moaning shamelessly.

His hips angled back while that hand slid up his back with nails scratching comfortingly at him. Fingers thrusted, thrusted, thrusted then spread within him. Pushing at his inner walls when the blonde leaned forward to kiss at his back with pecks that had his skin tingling. Burning. He was hot, hot, hot with those fingers thrusting into him so slickly it had his toes curling. Had his erection throbbing lightly against his stomach when he fought the urge to swing his hips forward.

To grind into the bed. He was dripping against his stomach with a tremble to his thighs Fingers rubbed over his prostate tearing him out of his thoughts with a jolt. Half expecting it to be a one time occurrence but it wasn't. Oh, God, it wasn't. Fingers brushed over his prostate with those long thrusts that had him moaning deafeningly into his arms as his legs jerked. Knees threatening to give out at the heat raking up his back with each lazy, casual thrust of those fingers.

Nothing fast. Nothing blinding. His husband kept his thrusts sleek, even, with that light squelch of lube ringing out. Fingers sliding into him only to brush over his prostate. Rubbing over it. It had him jerking, jolting, with each casual rub over his prostate when fingers spread out. Out, out, out much to his delight as he writhed with his knees threatening to knock together. His back arching at the heat blazing up it with the lazy absentminded brushes over his prostate.

As if it were intentional when fingers thrusted in sharply before grinding into his prostate. It had his knees damn near shaking as they threatened to give out. His legs shaking. His prosthetic threatening to slide over the floor as his husband ground tight circles into his prostate wickedly. Fiercely. And then fingers were spreading out deep within him. Pushing at his inner walls insistently as he shuddered when the blonde began to trail kisses up his upper back to the back of his shoulder.

Leaning over him when teeth nipped sharply at the shell of his ear with shaking pants fanning over his ear deafeningly. Fingers coming together to thrust into him lazily the way they had been and God if he didn't want fast. If he didn't want those fingers to slip and slide faster into him with the brushes over his prostate to get him jerking. Twisting. Jolting. His husband bit down sharply on the shell of his ear which had him whimpering when teeth then left his ear.

Shivering when the tip of his tongue tracing the shell of it with a flick at his earlobe. A soft bite to it that had tingles racing under his skin when his husband tugged before letting go with shaking breaths fanning in his ear. Racing. Shallowly panting as fingers continued their lazy thrusts into him. Thrusts that had pads of finger rubbing playfully into his prostate to send sparks up his back. Playful touch and go that he adores as he moaned into his arms when his husband nipped at his ear again.

"Do-Do you have any idea how beautiful you look to me right now? Do you have any idea how-how badly I want to flip you over, shove your fuckin' knees to your chest and fuck you? Do you understand ho-how sexy you look? Taking my fingers like it ain't nothing to you? When did you have time to fuck yourself with your fingers, hmm? When did you prep yourself, baby?" It had his breath trembling when that hand slid forward on his back before curving upwards. "Tell me, Shouta, what do you want me to do to you, huh?"

Fingers trailed over his jaw blindly to tip his head upwards when he gasped as fingers came down to gently cup his throat. Pressing in lightly but God if it wasn't enough to get him squirming with delight at the thought of that hand clamping down. At the thought of Hizashi squeezing the air out of his lungs. Oh, oh, it had his erection throbbing against his stomach when he whimpered. "I-I want you to fuck me! Pu-Push my knees up and fuck me! Please! I want you inside of me so bad! So bad, Zashi!"

"You want my cock tha-that bad? You want to be stuffed full so fucking bad, baby? So bad you'd say it so shamelessly?" He nodded eagerly when fingers dug into his throat with the promise of clenching. Oh, please, please! If Hizashi just gave it another shot, another chance, he knew they would get choking down pat. It would be amazing. But that hand merely cupped his throat with fingers digging in gently. "You're so hot, you know that? Clenchin' around m-my fingers so good! You really need to be fucked that bad?"

"Yes! God, yes, I need you to fuck me, Zashi! Always ne-need you to fuck me! Mmm! Always want you! God, I want you so badly!" Gasping when fingers gave a playful squeeze that had him gasping in at the thought that any moment he'd do it. He'd choke him while he fucked him with his fingers that spread out, out, out. "Please! Please, I want your cock in me! Want you to stuff me full! I wa-wanna feel it deep in my stomach! Give it to me, please? Fuck my god-goddamn brains out, Zashi?"

The blonde let out a groan when he clenched around his fingers. Trying to bring them together in vain when the blonde stretched his fingers out again, again, again effortlessly before those fingers were slipping out of him with a squelch. He whimpered with hips jutting back but he happily got hands on his waist. Heaving him onto the bed then flipping him onto his back with his legs dangling over the side of the bed. He eagerly whimpered at his husband who hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his clothing.

Jerking them down his thighs then bending over work them to his knees. Stumbling over his feet as he worked them free from his clothing when his husband popped up once more with a flushed look of determination. His clothing flicked off his foot behind him when the blonde leaned forward for the condom. Lifting the golden wrapper up to tear into with fingers grabbing the slippery ring within. His gaze was riveted to the sight of his husband's erection.

Feeling that all too cliché mouthwatering effect as he gawked at his softly flushed erection. At the veins that stood too attention. The six piercings running along the underside of his erection caught the light in cheeky winks at him. It had him in awe when Hizashi grabbed the lube to squirt a small dollop on his fingers to rub over his piercings. The metal glinted slickly when the blonde let the condom wrapper flutter to the floor in favor of pressing the condom to the head of his erection.

He eagerly squirmed back to brace his heels up onto the edge of the bed as he leaned back against his arms. Pre-come dripping onto his happy trail when he arched his hips up from the bed as his husband smoothed the condom down his erection carefully. Over his piercings quickly with fingers tugging the end into place at the bottom. His husband then plucked up the lube once more to drizzle over his condomed erection. It had him watching with a sense of hunger.

His shallow pants raced with his eyes locked onto the blonde's ministrations as a slick squelch rang out. The blonde slid his hand over himself to spread the lube over himself in twisting strokes over himself. Shining fingers in the bright light pouring through their window when Hizashi shuffled forward between his spread legs. He tried to coax his thighs apart further with his fingers twisting into the comforter beneath him when a whimper slipped out of him pleadingly.

His hips raising up with the blonde sliding his slick hands over his thighs causing them to glisten with the residual lube. He didn't mind it whatsoever as he swallowed then forced his hands to let go of the comforter briefly to reach beneath himself to spread himself open. Whining shrilly at his husband as the blonde grabbed at his slick erection with hips angling forward. And God, it had him shuddering at the slick rub of that condomed erection rubbing against him slickly.

The light scratch of the condom that got his hole twitching. The slick slide that had his racing pants hitching when his husband leaned forward. A hand planting onto the bed as hips moved to rub against him. Grinding against his hole with that slick back and forth to get him moaning as he tugged impatiently at his cheeks. In, in, in. He wants this man inside of him. He squirmed with his heels threatening to slip off the edge of the bed, but it didn't matter, did it?

His legs would be pushed up soon enough and God if that didn't get him hot. If he didn't have his chest fluttering quickly with excitement twisting into him. It had him squirming slightly with his fingers digging into his cheeks as he kept himself held open. It had him whimpering when his hole gave another twitch when the blonde ground against him much to his delight. His back arching slightly with his thighs trembling as they kept themselves spread wide, wide, wide for the blonde.

Pre-come dripping into a puddle on his stomach as he wriggled his hips impatiently with a needy whine slipping out of him. It had the blonde's gaze utterly burning at him when hips pulled back allowing for the head of his erection to nudge against him. Nudging, nudging, nudging. A playful grind being given that had him whimpering shrilly at his husband who merely hummed shakily back at him. And with that nudging pressure being given, the slight stretch to his hole that had to be there, there was a give.

A give that had his husband sinking into him with a moan flying out of him in unison with Hizashi. A trembling cacophony of a moan intermingling together with hips sliding forward as inch by inch sank into him. A sleek thrust into him with his inner walls clamping down with the delight that he had his husband sinking inside of him. His erection stretched him wider than his fingers ever could. Filling him up better than fingers ever could.

Hizashi moaned down at him again as hands came up to slide along his thighs again when the let go of his cheeks. His hands moving to grip onto the blankets when hands came up behind his knees where they were pushed at slightly. Lifted up onto his husband's shoulders where they were allowed to curl over them as his hips slapped against him lightly. Bottoming out faster than he thought he would when hips began to grind against him.

A snapping groan flying out of Hizashi when he clenched delightedly around that thick erection inside of him when it twitched. Throbbing lightly much like his own erection dripping on his stomach as his hands clutched at the comforter with his feet crossing. The chilled metal of his prosthetic had him jolting but he ignored it as he kept his knees curled tightly over Hizashi's shoulders. The blonde turned his head to kiss at his left knee when he then leaned forward with hands planting onto the bed.

It had his legs being pushed up slightly but God if he didn't care one damn bit. Not when he had that pleasure pooling into his stomach at the feeling of his husband's erection sitting within him. Filling him up in a way he'd been eager for earlier when he'd been cleaning himself out. Making sure he'd be clean when they got down to it. God, Hizashi felt so good inside of him. Just thick enough to get him moaning lowly in his throat as he squeezed tightly around that twitching erection.

So still inside of him but God if he couldn't swear, he felt those piercings rubbing against his inner wall through the condom. It had him moving his hips, albeit a bit awkwardly, to grind against his husband's pelvis. Clenching, squeezing, tightening. It had his husband moaning louder up above him with blonde locks swaying forward to tickle the backs of his thighs. To dangle over his stomach where his erection throbbed lightly.

Dripping with a puddle forming beneath the head from the shameless dripping of pre-come leaving him. Hizashi looked so beautiful up above him as hips ground together frantically. A frenzied of tight circles against him with hands dipping into the bed as he clutched at the comforter. There was something so fucking hot knowing that he wouldn't get the orgasm he wanted. Not yet. His husband hadn't forgotten, had he? He hoped not.

Squirming beneath his husband, he got the delight of admiring that red face. The way his blush smothered itself over freckled cheeks before spreading down to color his collar bones and chest in a soft red. The desire to that gaze that had pupils blown wide with desire. The way those kiss-swollen lips parted with fast breaths being taken. He happily grinded against his husband's pelvis with that light, rhythmic squelch ringing out with their frantic movements much to his delight.

He clung to the comforter with his stomach fluttering with excitement. Pooling with that all too familiar pleasure. The feeling of having his husband inside of him felt so damn good. It had him biting at his lip with fingers twisting into the comforter with the blonde above him with hips moving. Grinding, grinding, grinding at him. Giving him time to adjust to the stretch that had him moaning lowly in his throat. He clutched at the blankets before raising his hands up to grab at his husband's upper arms.

Tugging him down as his teeth dragged over his lip with a gasp as lips came down on his. Sliding against his fervently with hands lifting from the bed to caress his trembling thighs. It was everything. Absolutely everything. It had him whimpering with excitement as he moved his lips against his husband's eagerly. Pressing back just as hard with hips rolling in tight grinds that had his toes curling. Had him tightening the curled position of his legs over his husband's shoulders.

His knees were pushed up awkward against his chest, but he didn't mind it one damn bit as he kissed the blonde. Passionate. Lustful. Ripping with heat as lips slid against his with a desire that had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest. Squirming when his husband pulled his hips back then forward in a shallow thrust. A light slap ringing out that had him moaning in encouragement. It had his husband's hips pulling back at that same shallow depth then snapping forward into him.

Another light slap ringing out had his heart jumping in his chest as he moaned into the kiss when he squeezed tightly around his husband who groaned. A low, throaty sound that snapped out of the man when he pulled back again then snapped forward with another light slap of their skin meeting. A squelch as the lube and condom rubbed together when he tightened around the blonde's twitching erection. Moaning out with his hands trembling as he clutched at his husband's upper arms delightedly.

Clawing at him. It had the blonde groaning out again with lips sliding against his with such passion it robbed him of breath. He eagerly moved his lips with Hizashi's when the blonde began to thrust into him shallowly. Quickly. Again, again, again. It had his toes curling with a keening moan spilling out of him at the light slap of his husband's pelvis hitting against him repeatedly with the pace he set. The drag of nails over the comforter as his husband no doubt clutched at it.

Just like he had when he released his hold on the blonde's upper arms to reach down. Touching the back of a hand, he slid his fingers between Hizashi's. Loving the weight pushed onto it when fingers squeezed at his hand when they slid between his. Coming up by his shoulder with his hand pinned to the bed as his husband leaned onto it. Hips moving in that shallow, quick speed to get him moaning delightedly with his legs squirming slightly in their draped position over his shoulders.

Thighs pushing into his stomach due to his husband's hunched over position but he didn't care. He didn't care if his knees touched the bed above his shoulders or at his chest. He fucking loves it. As much as he likes to move with his husband and control the pace, there were days when he didn't want it. There were days where he wanted it just like this; where his legs were curled over Hizashi's shoulders. Where he could dig the heels of his feet into the middle of his back.

Hips lightly hitting at him with that shallow depth. There was nothing better about this. Nothing could make it better as he clung to the hand in his while his free hand twisted into the comforter beneath him. The sharp smack of their hard kisses rang out like shots of sound as his husband's hips struck him with a gentleness. A tenderness that had his toes curling as the blonde dove effortlessly into his quick and shallow speed. Thrusts that never came forward harder than necessary.

He loves it when his husband treats him so gently in the beginning. Right before he began pounding him into the damned bed. Shallow. Quick. Thrusts that had his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks as he let himself sink into the pleasure pooling into his stomach. The way that his erection rubbed just right against his inner walls. The scratch of the condom itching at a scratch of his that had him moaning lowly in his throat.

The way his husband's erection filled him with the silent demand for space to be made. It had him squirming with delight as hips continued to move in that shallow thrusting rhythm of his. It had him twisting with a whimper beneath the blonde who thrusted quickly in time with his twists and squirms. The rub of that condom against his inner walls getting his toes to curl. His fingers to twist into the comforter while he clutched Hizashi's hand fiercely.

His back arching from the bed slightly with another whimper tearing out of him as the blonde continued his quick, shallow speed. Urgent. Eager. It was hard to pin the emotion behind it but fuck him, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves those quick, shallow thrusts of his husband's. It had his hips squirming in their pinned position, but he knew moving as he normally did would be a bit difficult given his knees were almost up to his damned shoulders. His husband leaned over him with their lips sliding together.

Fervent kisses that burned with that sizzling passion that left him gasping through his nose. He kissed the blonde with all the passion, he held in his chest for him. All the heat that he could muster pour into the kiss while hips continued to strike at him rhythmically. Gently. It was so good, good, good. There's nothing he loves more than when they could come together like this. When clothing was abandoned, he got to have the brush of his husband's skin against his own.

The heat of him laying above him while his legs squirmed over his shoulders as lips slid against his with a hunger he returned without thinking twice. Clinging to the hand in his as his thighs pressed his erection against his stomach where it throbbed lightly. Twitched in a volley as pre-come pooled in a runny puddle on his skin as he clung to the blonde who held onto him in return. The drag of nails over the comforter was deafening as his husband kept up with that quick speed.

It had him moaning out delightedly at the blonde. Squeezing at the hand in his as he struggled to breathe properly through his nose as his chest fluttered in the limited space given to it. Hips striking at him with that gentleness had his heart pounding in his chest. Throbbing quietly in his ears as his hair rubbed over the blanket when he tore away from their passionate kisses with a gasp. Heaving in air desperately as his chest heaved in the limited space it had.

Shivering when the blonde groaning into his jaw. Thrusting into him quickly like there was a compulsion. A need. And he found himself lifting his twisting eagerly beneath the blonde with his hips squirming with his left foot fidgeting with his legs tightening over his shoulders. Tugging him down closer to him with a moan spilling out of him when he felt his husband twisting down close as he could. Shoulders pushing at the backs of his thighs forcing his knees closer to his shoulders than he thought they'd be.

But he adores it. He absolutely loved it as he clung to the blankets. To his husband's hand. He was all too eager for another thrust. Another rub against his inner walls. And God, it had him moaning at the thought of his husband using that jagged, wild pounding rhythm of his eventually. To have the blonde fuck him into the bed was all he ever wanted from his husband. All he'd ever desired to happen. There's nothing he loves more than to feel like he was sinking into the bed as he was pinned down.

Nothing he loves more than to feel the bed bouncing beneath him due to the harsh, pounding thrusts of his husband's. It's all he wants. And yet there was something so good about this shallow, quick speed that his husband was using. The way his hips struck him. The way that light slap of their meeting skin rang out as his thighs squished his erection to his stomach. Creating a slick mess against his thighs but he didn't care one bit.

Not even the light brush of his knees against his shoulders could deter that pleasure. If anything, it made it all the better. To be folded up while his husband fucked him? Oh, it was a rush like nothing else. He likes to move. He likes to set the rhythm. And yet there was something so good about simply having his husband hold his legs up while he fucked him. Something about having his control taken away that lit his blood aflame as he held onto the hand in his.

Moving his thumb in an absent minded caress had the blonde groaning at him again only for it to end in a quiet grunt. Hips striking at him had his heart hammering in his chest wildly with his stomach pooling with pleasure at the rubs of his husband's erection against his inner walls. The stretch around that erection with piercings rubbing at him through the material of the condom. Rubbing so good with shallow thrusts that had his toes curling.

Fuck, just having Hizashi inside of him was more than enough pleasure. When was the last time they did anything close to cockwarming? Could they do it tonight given they'd have the house to themselves? It had his heart skipping at the thought as his hips squirmed again restlessly with a huff flying out of him as lips trailed over his jaw. Teeth nipping playfully at him before dipping down to kiss his throat prompting him to tilt his head back into the bed.

Moaning out when he got a few playful nips in time with thrusts that had him squirming. Twisting. He shuddered when he got a harder thrust from his husband with a deafening clap of their skin meeting. A hit that had him twisting eagerly with another keening, needy moan slipping out of him in response. This had his husband using more strength when he came forward. Harder hits against him that had goosebumps breaking out over his skin.

Had heat ripping beneath the surface of it as he gasped delightedly when his husband nipped at his Adam's apple. Thrusting quickly with that new strength being used had him squirming with his hand tightening on his husband's. Nails dragging over the comforter as his husband panted into his throat with hips striking harder at him. He could feel the prick of sweater breaking out over his back, the nape of his neck, and he found himself whining in unison with Hizashi.

Hips hit him harder, harder, harder with firm claps of their skin ringing out to mix in with the other small sounds. The huffing sounds that left him. The moans and groans that spilled out of him shamelessly. The rustle of the blanket beneath him with his gasping pants being taken desperately. The squelch of the lube and condom rubbing together as he slipped in and out, in and out, in and out. Sleek thrusts that had him moaning up at his husband with a spark twisting under his skin.

Hot, hot, hot. He was so hot. His legs were making it hard to breathe properly when his knees were lightly brushing against his shoulders with his feet locking over one another. It felt so good. Having his husband's skin brushing against his. The way that the blonde panted and moaned into his throat with quiet grunts breaking it up. It had him electrified. Had him groaning out when his legs wriggled slightly with knees brushing his shoulders lightly.

His hair rustled deafeningly over the comforter as his mouth fell open on a groan. It was such a strange turn on to feel so helpless. Knowing that he wants nothing more than to move with his husband but being unable too due to his legs being pinned up close to his stomach and chest. Knowing that his husband had taken the initiative to dive in. To take that choice away from him. And it had his erection twitching, throbbing, against his stomach as his thighs rubbed against it delightfully.

It had him moaning with his hands clawing at the comforter and the hand in his. Desperate to hold on and God, it had him burning up. To be helpless like this was a turn on like no other. It was just like having the quirk canceling cuffs on him. Or to be bound head to toe in the shibari rope. The blindfold that was used on him from time to time. He had not a clue what it was about being helpless but there was something so good about it when it came to himself and Hizashi.

It had him panting raggedly in heaving gasps as he clung to the hand in his. Squeezing it for all its worth. Clutching at his fistful of blanket. Hips struck at him with that new strength to get him moaning out at the blonde who squeezed at him. Panting into his throat with hips pulling back further. Lengthening his thrusts only to then come forward with that strength to nudge him lightly. And God, if it didn't have him moaning at his husband.

If it didn't have him throwing his head back delightedly with another keening moan spilling out of him in response with his legs tightening over his shoulders. Clinging onto him anyway that he can as he squirmed with hips attempting to jerk to meet his husband's thrusts albeit awkwardly which had the both of them moaning. A keening, trembling sound that had him shuddering with his back arching slightly from the bed. The slick squelches of his thrusts punctuating the silence.

Oh, there was nothing he adores more than these little sounds around them. It had him squirming eagerly with his hips squirming in an attempt to move with him before he gave up when hips jumped to thrust into him. A slick slide that brought with it rubbed against his inner walls. He clenched tightly around his husband's throbbing erection with a moan bursting out of his husband into his throat. Hips jumped frantically then in a burst of frenzied thrusts that slammed against him much to his excitement.

His delight. Snapping thrusts with drawbacks that had him moaning encouragingly at his husband as he clenched tightly around him again. Loving the way those hips jumped to snap and slam against him with a strength that nudged him lightly over the blankets. Ohhhh, that's exactly what he wants! It's exactly what he needs from his husband. Crying out when he got another hard thrust from his husband, he dug his feet into his back to jerk at him.

It would be more effective if he had his legs curled around his waist but he didn't care. He didn't care one bit as he clung to the blankets. To the hand in his. They were like his anchors keeping him tethered rather than floating away. His skin blazed with that heat that came up to rake beneath his skin. His hair rustling over the blanket deafeningly as his erection was rubbed by his thighs so damn good. Slick, slick, slick. Wet.

He was making a mess on his thighs as his erection dripped and God if he doesn't love it. If it didn't have him blazing hotter. If it didn't have him gasping with his hands clutching desperately at their holds with his thighs trembling. His legs squirming restlessly in their draped position over his husband's shoulders. Gasping in for air as hips moved faster, faster, faster much to his giddy delight. Slamming against him harder as if the blonde were becoming emboldened.

As if there was a driving force, he didn't quite understand but he didn't mind it one bit. It had him squirming eagerly beneath his husband for another of those hard thrusts that had him moaning. Had his back arching from the bed with his hair rubbing over the comforter with the blonde above him grunting into his throat with his hair tickling his jaw. It was agonizing having his legs pushed into his chest. He wants it but God if it wasn't suffocating.

He raised his free hand up to tap at his husband's upper arm. The blonde paused before lifting himself away from his throat when he slid his legs off of the blonde's shoulder. Wheezing in relief when Hizashi blinked before straightening up to caress his trembling thighs. Glistening slickly with the lube and pre-come, hands slid beneath his knees to push them up to his chest again but this angle was bearable. Much, much more bearable.

Even if it meant he couldn't have Hizashi he at least got to admire his face. He squirmed closer to the edge of the bed to make it easier on his husband who was grinding against him tightly. As if he couldn't spare a single moment to stillness. As if he had to keep moving or else he would go insane. It was a hot thought. One that had him shuddering with his hands sliding up above his head to twist into the blanket.

Holding fistfuls of the fabric into his palms with huffing pants as his knees were shoved into his chest. Hands gripping behind his knees sent tingles up his back. Oh? Oh, was this something new? He had not a clue but he couldn't stop himself from whining. His husband used that same new speed and strength to snap against him. Slaps of their skin ringing out as the blonde snapped his hips back and forth. Sliding into him slickly with that condom scratching so good at his inner walls.

It had him moaning at the rub. The faint sensations of his piercings rubbing over the rim of his hole with each thrust being given. It had him twisting eagerly with a squeeze around that twitching, throbbing erection within him. God, he didn't know what to do with himself as his his knees were pressed into his chest with huffing pants being taken from the both of them. Admiring the way his husband's hair swayed around him. Flying around his flushed face with glasses slipping down his nose.

Fuck him, he loves watching the blonde up above him as he was fucked senseless. He squirmed eagerly beneath his husband who gave his snapping thrusts into him that hit so good against him. It had him moaning desperately with his legs squirming in his husband's hold which only had hands squeezing harder at him. A fierce squeeze that had him moaning when the blonde let out a guttural groan when he squeezed around that throbbing erection.

Loving how the blonde snapped against him with hits that nudged him lightly over the blanket as his back arched from the bed. Moaning up at his husband excitedly with an eager spark as he squirmed with his hips wriggling uselessly. Taking, taking, taking. Laying here doing nothing but taking it from his husband was proving to be hotter than anything. It had him clutching at his fistfuls of the comforter with his husband moaning down at him with hair flying around that red face of his.

Hands squeezed at the backs of his knees sending another wave of tingles up his back as his heart pounded sickeningly against his chest. Hips slammed forward harder. Faster. Moving with what felt best as the blonde leaned forward to shove his knees into his chest firmly. Thighs rubbing so good against his erection as it dripped shamelessly creating a slick mess against them. Oh, it was so fucking good. He squirmed beneath his husband with toes curling tightly with his left foot fidgeting restlessly.

His gasps filling the quiet of the bedroom with his husband's own panting filling what his couldn't. There was an excitement in listening to the slick squelching of the lube and condom rubbing together. Slick squelches that shot out like the slaps of their skin to create a consistent background sound. It had him squirming eagerly for more, more, more of what the blonde could give him. Those hard, snapping thrusts were so fucking good. Oh, he didn't want anything else but this.

He wanted to go again, again, again. He wants to feel Hizashi hardening inside of him again only to fuck up into him. He wants to keep his dick inside of him all night long. Wants those hands on him all night long. There's nothing he wants more than to lose himself in a night of sex with his husband. It had him twisting eagerly beneath the blonde who was coming forward harder, harder, harder. Moving faster than before with the rhythmic slapping of skin. Of wet squelching.

It had him moaning loudly, delightedly, at his husband who moaned back at him with hands tightening on the back of his knees. Shoving his knees into his chest forcefully much to his delight as he clenched tightly around that twitching, throbbing erection. Squirming with hips writhing side to side before trying to meet a thrust but it was impossible. It wasn't the easiest thing in the planet. It had him moaning out delightedly at his husband who moaned back at him with an enthusiastic note.

It had his back arching from the bed with his husband squirming with his hair swaying around him. Like gold in the brilliant light bouncing off of the snow outside. His skin was paler than it had been in the summer but he adores those soft smatterings of freckles over his body. His shoulders. Upper arms. Chest. His cheeks. Even the smatterings along his back and over his ass. He loves how well freckled his husband is. It had him shuddering with his heart thudding against his chest.

A quiet throb in his ears. Panting raggedly with his husband who was slamming inside of him harder than before and God if he doesn't love it. If it didn't have his erection twitching wildly against his thighs with pre-come dripping onto them. His thighs rubbing so fucking good. It had him moaning delightedly at his husband who slammed into him. Knees being pressed into his chest as hips moved to slam into him relentlessly. Restlessly.

It had his stomach fluttering with his fingers twisting into the fabric of their comforter with his teeth dragging over his lip. A groan muffling itself in his throat as his brows twitched together when his husband leaned forward slightly. Kiss swollen lips partings as his mouth dropping open with his pants. That blush smothered beautifully over his freckled cheeks. Brows squeezing together with glasses slipping down his nose to reveal that burning gaze at him.

Irises rendered to mere rings of color around those blown pupils. His husband stared down at him like he was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in all of his life. As if he were the hottest thing on the planet. It had him moaning at that desire filled gaze being laid onto him. To be stared at like that was a turn on like nothing else. It had him writhing with his legs squirming in his husband's hold which merely had knees pressing tighter into his chest.

Pushing into him making him gasp for air as his chest heaved with his heartbeat throbbing quietly in his ears. Sweat pricking over his skin. God, he couldn't get enough of this. He loves this sizzling, all consuming passion. The desire and lust that tore into him like a pair of savage dogs. He'd never not want this man. He was so glad Hizashi wanted him in the same way. That Hizashi needs and desires him just at intently.

It had him moaning at the thought as he twisted beneath his husband as hips struck hard at him. As if there was a goal to knock the air out of his lungs the second he took a breath. It had him groaning breathlessly at the thought but it was true. God, it was so unbelievably true that it had him shuddering with his legs squirming yet again in his husband's hold. Twisting eagerly when his erection throbbed against his stomach. Against his thighs.

It had him gasping with his body twisting and turning. Squirming. He couldn't stop it but it seemed to only serve in egging Hizashi on. Had him pounding forward with hips striking hard, hard, hard at him. Fast. It had him gasping with his thighs trembling as they rubbed against his erection so fucking good. Oh, he felt like he couldn't breathe properly due to those hips pounding at him to get every damned wisp of air out of him it seemed.

Huffing with his arms stretched up over his head, he can't help but wonder what the view was like to his husband. What he thought of him twisting and squirming so desperately like this. There was a pleasure pooling into his stomach like molten lava. It was leaving him hot, hot, hot with his hair rustling over the blanket it in his ears. He was choking under the heat that was wrapping under his skin like a vice. He couldn't breathe without those hips pounding his air out of him.

His fingers stretched out only to claw at the comforter with a gasp. God, he loves it when Hizashi fucks him like this. When he pounded away at him with hips striking hard at him with that crisp slap of their skin meeting filling the silence. The slick squelches of the lube and condom ringing out like shots of sound. The sharp slap of clammy skin slapping together each time his husband's hips swung forward. The huffing, gasping pants being taken by the both of them.

The back of throat sounds that just barely made it out breathlessly between the keening moans and guttural groans. Fuck him, he'd never been hotter. Never blazed with such heat as he did with his fingers twisting into the fabric of the comforter. It had him gasping with his hips squirming with that desire to move but it only had knees shoved tighter into his chest. Thighs against his stomach where they rubbed against his erection.

A drag that had his lashes fluttering as he fought the urge to roll them back. Huffing as his stomach began to flutter with that all too familiar stringing pull that had him whimpering. Not yet. He didn't want to come yet. His husband yanked his hips back until the head rested inside of him then slammed forward. And ohhh, it had him shouting at the sparks that raced up his back. Sparks that had him twisting when his husband continued with those long, sleek thrusts of his.

Pulling back, back, back until the head rested inside of him then thrusting forward with a sleek thrust. It had him jolting with it rubbed over his prostate perfectly. Hitting at it with zero mercy as his husband began to pound into him with those hard, long thrusts that had him twisting. His legs fighting to stretch out so he could curl them around his husband's waist, but those hands kept them up. Kept his knees pinned to his chest as his thighs rubbed against his erection.

It was genius. Having his knees pinned up so close to his chest the way that they were. God, he was burning up with each wave rushing up his back leaving him breathless. He was gasping as the sparks raked up his spine ruthlessly with each hit to his prostate. The thrusts that came in hard, pounding rhythm that bounced him lightly in time with the bed that wobbled beneath him. Oh, oh, he didn't know what to do with himself as his nails dragged over the comforter.

Grabbing at the fabric to keep himself weighted down as his pants came in gasps as wave after wave ripped up his back. His husband's thrusts angled at his prostate which had him clenching tighter around Hizashi's throbbing erection. Squeezing for all his worth around it to tear keening moans out of the blonde up above him. That push on his legs reinforced itself with the blonde moaning at him. Nails biting lightly into his skin from that hard grasp on the back of his knees.

He shuddered with his hips squirming while Hizashi pounded away at him. Fast. Hard. All without him needing to cry out for faster and harder. His husband seemed to understand exactly what he needs from him. It had him twisting eagerly with his thighs trembling as they rubbed up against his erection. Dripping with a slick mess in between with his erection twitching against his stomach with his foot squirming slightly with his head pressed back into the bed.

Holding onto the comforter that seemed to be his own holds he had. The only thing keeping him from floating away from himself. He clung to it desperately wishing he could hold onto Hizashi the way he would during moments like these. He wants to claw up his shoulders. His back. He wanted to hold him close while he pounded into him but with this position he couldn't. He was dancing closer, closer, closer to that mountain as a hot spark twisted into his lower stomach.

Tightening with each hit to his prostate that had heat ripping up his back. Coaxing it to arch from the bed as his head rolled over the blanket with his hands tugging at the comforter beneath him with a cry. Tearing up in volume with a trembling warble, his husband pounded at him with the intent seeming to be to knock the air out of his lungs. His husband leaned forward, pinned his legs tightly to his stomach and chest as his husband used his new angle to pound at him.

Hard hits with those quiet grunts leaving his husband in between his shameless groans. And God if he didn't look beautiful. If he didn't look stunning up above him as hips pounded away at him. Hitting against him with such strength it seemed to leave him breathless. Hard slaps of their skin meeting rang out like shots of sound in the bedroom. Squelches that punctuated each of those thrusts had him twisting. Squirming desperately with heaving gasps being taken by the both of them.

A look of concentration on his husband's face as heat raked up his back with each thrust being given. It was so good. So good, so good, so fucking good he felt half out of his mind. He felt half ready to burn away. Sizzle away into a pile of ash if he wasn't careful. It had him panting ragged with nails dragging at the comforter. Tugging more into his palms while those hips pounded away at him. It had him twisting eagerly with his legs once again squirming in his husband's hold.

Hips wriggling side to side. Wanting nothing more than to move with him but he knew that when it was his turn, he'd get to move all he wanted. He was going to fuck this man into the bed if it was the last thing he did. He was going to pound himself on him to his heart's desire. He was going to do everything he wanted and more to his husband when he had his chance to return the favor. He was burning up. Burning, burning, burning.

He was struggling to heave in a breath to his hungry lungs as he wriggled his hips. Pounding thrusts being given as his husband panted above him. Ragged, heaving pants when the blonde whimpered at him in response to a hard squeeze he gave. Clenching around that throbbing erection the best he could with his hips wriggling slightly with the blonde pounding away at him. It had his pants choking in his chest with a hopeful hitch with his nails clawing.

Fingers clutching so tightly at his holds they trembled. It was so good, so good, so good. He couldn't imagine sex anything better than this. It was so fucking good he had not a clue how he was panting. It was divine feeling those hips pounding away at him with angled hits to his prostate. Hits that had him moaning desperately at his husband who moaned back. A guttural, excited note to his husband's moan had his pounding heart jumping over its beats in stumbling thuds against his chest.

He squirmed at the pleasure that gave from his thighs rubbing against his erection. Squishing it against his stomach tightly with his knees digging lightly into his chest. God, it was everything. His husband had taken an idle fantasy and breathed life into it. It had him moaning with his head pressing back into the bed with that spark in his lower stomach twisting sharply. It had him gasping at how close he was getting already. Was it alright to come so fast?

Was it fine to be a mess over this with the rough pounding of his husband's hips at him? Fucking him like he was desperate to bury himself to the hilt the second he pulled back. It had him moaning lowly in his throat at the thought with his husband grunting quietly above him in between his guttural groans. It sent shivers down his back as his thighs continued to rub rhythmically against his stomach. Against his throbbing erection.

He squirmed desperately beneath his husband with gasps as his nails dragged over the blanket with his legs shaking in their bent up position. Ohhhh, it feels so good. Nothing felt better than having his husband fuck him. There was no other sensation that could feel better; no toy, vibrator or plug could satisfy him. It was a cliché thought but all he wanted was Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. To have the blonde fill him up to the hilt was all he ever wants. All he needs.

Moaning with his teeth dragging over his lower lip, his world began to shrink. Becoming a hot, boiling point where hips jumped desperately to pound into him. Where hands held his knees securely to his chest as his thighs rubbed against his erection. Where the blonde was pounding the air out of his lungs leaving him gasping with his head spinning. His heart hammering against his chest as if in time with those pounding thrusts striking against him relentlessly.

Nudging him over the comforter that he clutched desperately. Huffing. Gasping. Panting. Whining, whimpering, moaning. Groans slipping out of himself and his husband with low grunts leaving the blonde as he pounded at him. It was so good, so good, so good. He can't get enough of the rough treatment of those hips pounding away at him. A frantic speed and strength that had him moaning shamelessly at his husband as the crisp slap of clammy skin meeting rang out again and again.

It had him shuddering with his back arched from the bed as that spark tightened in his lower stomach. Twisting tighter, tighter, tighter with each pounding thrust that Hizashi gave. Mesmerized at the faint feeling of those piercings rubbing over his inner walls. God, what would it feel like without a condom? Without that layer of rubber dulling, it down? It had him moaning at the thought with that orgasm twisting tighter into him. So close, so close, so close.

It had him whimpering shrilly with his nails dragging over the comforter restlessly. He was getting close. His world had shrunk to moving hips and rubs of that erection against his inner walls that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as his eyes rolled back on him. There was so much heat he didn't know how he could breathe around it. Breathe through it. He could feel the hard, insistent throbs of his husband's erection within him just like his own.

His thighs were rubbing so good with those targeted hits to his prostate sending wave after wave of pleasure up his back. Anyone would crumble under such attention. With such consistent stimulation. He was getting so close, so close, so close that he could taste it. Ohhhh, he was getting there faster than he expected but the hits to his prostate drove him higher, higher, higher. Did Hizashi know? Did he suspect? He couldn't bring himself to gasp at him the words he so badly wanted to ask.

To say. Not when his chest heaved with his legs shaking in their pinned position. His thighs were soaked with drips of pre-come smearing over them and his stomach creating a slick pocket for him to thrust into. And he was cresting to the top of that mountain with a cry when the blonde groaned down at him. As if he knew. And it had him twisting. Please, please! Just a little more, little more and he'd-!

He wailed when all movement stopped then stopped. No thrusts. No hits to his prostate. He was twisting, squirming, writhing with his husband who was gasping above him. Stiffening against him with hands clutching fiercely at his thighs with a hard push of his knees into his chest. Twisting and squirming with restless movements as that orgasm teetered over him. Tingles racing up his thighs for an orgasm that felt nowhere near as intense as it would have been if his husband stroked him through.

Fucked him through it. That erection was throbbing viciously inside of him as he writhed desperately with hips incapable of moving. Of thrusting himself onto the blonde. Is that why he held his knees up? Why he chose this position? He had not a clue, but his wail crested up as he came; writhing with spurts of heat landing on his skin with vicious throbs of his erection getting him to whimper. Whine. The blonde was whimpering up above him as his erection throbbed inside of him.

He shuddered with his mouth snapping shut with his teeth gnashing together fervently against the hard throbs of his erection. Pulsing. It wasn't anywhere near as satisfying with no stimulation. With no pleasure coursing into him. He shook under the white-hot heat that slammed over him leaving him hissing his breaths through his teeth. Again. He wanted to go again to get a proper orgasm but there was no taking this one back. It was too late.

Hissing through his teeth through each frantic spurt leaving him with hips trying to thrust weakly. His husband whimpered out again shrilly causing the picture frames to rattle. A sharp pitch that had him wincing into the bed with his ears throbbing with a wave of pain. This was worse than his husband merely fucking him and making him come untouched. This was getting nothing. This was reaching that precipice then stopping right as he toppled over.

It had him whimpering himself when his husband choked down his whimpers as well. Twisting, squirming, fighting that urge to rut together. It was agony. It was amazing. To be brought to that precipice and being denied any stimulation. Denied the feeling of his husband pounding him through his orgasm. There was a torment in getting nothing. There was something agonizing about it as that white-hot heat throbbed through him. Twisting under his skin viciously leaving him gasping.

Then, much to his relief, it rushed out on an existing wave leaving him gasping. His hip thrusting weakly to aid the weaker spurts leaving him before he was groaning out in relief. Shuddering when his orgasm began to ebb out of him. Slowly. Taking its damned time but he found himself clenching around the blonde who whimpered again. It took a beat longer before Hizashi was sighing out with his hands releasing their hard hold on his legs.

The blonde's erection throbbed within him when he felt that backwards slide. It had him clenching to keep him inside a moment longer, but the blonde refused. Pulling out of him, he found himself whining when his husband slipped out of him with a lewd, slick squelch. His legs were lowered down gently only to dangle over the side of the bed. His husband stumbled back with shaking hands reaching down to tug his used condom off then tying it off.

A quiet grunt, a hushed curse, with the rubber snapping and squelching in shaking fingers. Once it was dumped into the trash the pack of wipes were grabbed at when he released his hold on the blankets. His husband tugged a few wipes out to scrub at his stomach. Scooping the spurts of come off of his stomach. Scrubbing gently before turning his attention to his thighs where his come had been spread onto. Scrubbing gently at them when the blonde sighed out shakily.

The wipes were tossed further on the bed with the blonde laying out with him. His knee touching his before he was rolling onto his side with legs curling up as an arm curled around his stomach. Lips and nose nuzzling themselves to his uncomfortably hot cheek when he chuckled breathlessly then turned to wrap his arm around his husband's waist to tug him closer. Noses nuzzling together gently with the blonde rubbing at his waist. Lips then began to pepper over his face.

Soft, fluttering kisses that he found himself eager to return to his husband. Eager to place over that red, freckled face adoringly. The quiet smacks of lips moving over faces. A giggle burst out of his husband then as hands held him tenderly with arms tightening around him. Ignoring the awkward dangle of his legs off the edge of the bed. He kissed that freckled face adoringly, earning himself more of those gentle giggles from his husband that had his stomach fluttering.

Had him grinning as he returned soft kisses that had him melting in his husband's arms. But as much as he was adoring the kisses, the sweetness, his heart skipped wildly when he twisted himself closer. His skin drying from the wipes when he nuzzled his lips and nose into his husband's hot cheek. Loving the giggles it got him as arms tightened around him. Holding him so tightly it left him feeling anchored to the blonde. As if he were being kept from floating out of his arms.

It was a hug that he returned without a second thought as he nuzzled his husband who giggled sweetly. Pulling back, he kissed at freckled cheeks with that same adoration that he hoped his husband felt when he kissed at the bridge of his nose. He nuzzled their noses together then with his husband giggling at him when he felt a hand slide over his hair. Caressing it as his husband nuzzled back at him with that wide smile over his lips when he met those shimmering green eyes.

Glowing with the afterglow euphoria, there was a dissatisfaction he'd notice anywhere. He hiked his leg up around Hizashi's waist. Curling it tightly around him, he slid a hand up to caress his cheek when the blonde then kissed at the tip of his nose before he pulled away fully. He chuckled breathlessly at his husband who grinned at him with hands sliding along his back that pushed lightly at him. To keep him pressed tightly to Hizashi who then slid his hands down.

It's there that hands kneaded at his waist. There was a slight shyness to the blonde that was odd to see on the man. Hands kneaded at his lower back when the blonde then slid his hand down to caress over his ass when he bit at his lip despite the grin curling onto it when Hizashi grinned back at him. A hand stroking his hair gently with fingers coming through to tug at any tangles gently. "So. Ho-How, um, would you feel ab-about another round in the sho-shower, baby? Because I don't know abo-about you-!"

"I thi-think you've just read my fuckin' mind, Zashi! Gi-Give me a minute to-to catch my breath, yeah?"

"An-Anything for you, baby! The-There's no rush! I love you, Sh-Shouta, you know that?"

"I do!" He grinned when he then leaned in to playfully nip at the tip of his husband's nose getting another one of those heart melting giggles from the blonde. He then nuzzled their noses together with the blonde giggling at him as he tightened his leg and arms around the blonde. Holding himself to the blonde who sighed out with such contentment it had him smiling. "I love you to-too, Zashi."