"Mmmm."
The quiet hum leaving himself startled Shouta slightly when his lips parted slightly with a hushed breath flying out of himself. The blankets rustling beneath him was deafening in the quiet of his bedroom when he pressed his feet to the bed. The heat of the room was settling over his skin like a humid miasma that left him feeling heavy as his head rolled over the blanket to glance at the clock beside him with a swallow. His phone laying on the bedside table; silent as it had been since he'd gotten those texts from Hitoshi.
Confirming that he was at his study group this afternoon. That Eri was with the girls for this afternoon as well. He wanted to say that he was sad by the silence of his home. That he had been disappointed he was the only one to enter the home. However, he hated to admit it but it was the opposite. If anything, it strangely reminded him of his early years with Hizashi. When he would come home to an empty apartment that rang with the silence. A silence that always promised something for him whether it was good or bad.
An apartment empty with a trashcan overflowing with nip bottles and larger bottles of wine or bourbon. Of whisky or tequila. Often times that not he'd come home to alcohol soaking into the carpet with a spilled bottle on its side and Hizashi out like a light. He was always prepared for those days. Those afternoons. With his husband eight years sober, however, there was always someone home. There was always someone to come home too whether that was his husband, their daughter or their son. Their cats.
There was always someone home to greet him. Alone time wasn't a commodity when they had a teenage son and a young daughter who needed their attention. Who had been smothering him with her insistence to be close since he had lost his eye and leg. He didn't blame her. He didn't even blame Hitoshi for his odd floating in his personal space with that unspoken desire to be close. To keep him in his sights. Hizashi and Eri were much more open about this desire to keep an eye on him but he didn't blame his family.
However, this type of treatment meant that he hardly had time to himself. He hardly had time to enjoy a glass of scotch without having a pair of green, red, or purple eyes on him. Always a pair on him to watch him for the afternoon. Always someone there looking over his shoulder or arms around his waist. Hands holding onto him. He wanted to say he understood his family and he did. He understood the anxieties they felt but when did it give him time to breathe? When would this treatment allow him a moment alone?
He was doing his best to soothe his family's worries and anxieties by being as present as he can be. He treasured his moments with Hizashi but God he hadn't been alone in months. As much as he loves his family, as much as he loves Hizashi, there were moments he wanted alone. And today he got it. When he had entered the home, he had been disbelieving there was no on there with a note explaining Eri was at the dorms. Something that had once again been confirmed in those texts from his son.
And Hizashi had, obviously, told him face to face he had errands to run this afternoon leaving him alone in the house for the first time in months. And he happily took advantage of this by having his first cup of coffee on the back porch where he admired the changing scenery of the fall season coming upon them. Draining his coffee before turning inside where he got the package off of their front welcome mat. All too delighted when he got the notification it had the package had finally been delivered.
He had then found his way to the bedroom where he had stripped out of his hero costume to get into the shower. It had been utterly relaxing when he put on soft music from his phone on their phone speaker before jumping into it. Standing under the hot water, he'd all but melted with the relief of being by himself. He'd gotten out where he had dried himself before deciding to remain in his towel when he had stretched out on the bed. He'd been in disbelief he had free reign of the house; that he got this quiet afternoon to himself.
At least until Hizashi came home. He hadn't known what to do with himself. He had half thought to start on his grading but his hands had different ideas. His head different trains of thought that had him laying out on his bed. And who was he to deny himself? With no alone time meant he didn't have time for himself. As much as he loves having sex with his husband and having those slender hands over his skin, there were times he didn't want sex. He didn't want his husband to choke himself on his dick for the night.
And yet there hadn't been a moment alone. He wanted to adore his family, found it incredibly sweet with both unvoiced and voiced concerns. He felt almost as if he were being babied by his family. As if he couldn't be spared that moment alone. Even the texts from Hitoshi and the tone in Hizashi's voice spoke of a displeasure in leaving him alone when he'd been internally over the moon. He adores his family, he does, but God to have one moment without them breathing down his neck? Without having eyes on him?
Without having someone, someway, wondering into a room that he was in? When he never got a moment alone how could he do anything? He wanted nothing more than to have moments to himself when he was reading a book or drinking an afternoon coffee. He adores spending his time with his small family but they had been insufferable when it came to leaving him alone since he lost his eye and leg. He wants to thank them, he does, for caring so much but it got in the way of things that he wanted to do on his own.
He had tried gently, at first, explaining he needed time alone. But watching green and red eyes widen, watching purple eyes flick away from him, and three pairs of lips pursing into pouts of their own had gotten him frustrated. Sighing out as he waved the conversation alone until he began bluntly demanding his own time alone. And this afternoon proved to give him everything he wants and more. To have his coffee on the back porch on his own. To listen to his own music on the speaker while he showered.
Even now, laying out across his bed with his knees drawing up as his feet pressed to the bed had him euphoric. It was an afternoon alone that he wanted for some time. An afternoon where he could simply be without worrying anyone. Without he couldn't help but be aware of the time. How it was ticking against him. He hated the idea that his time alone was being rushed with an unknown time for his husband's return weighing over him. He wished he knew when he'd be home eventually but there was no changing that.
For now, all he could do was enjoy the afternoon while he had it. To do as he pleased while he had the time to do so before he was under the watchful gaze of his family again. He wished they wouldn't but he understood the anxieties they suffered with after the war. The anxieties he also shared quietly when his children left the home. Even if Hitoshi was almost a grown adult, he still worried. He still fussed. The same way he demanded text messages from Hizashi to understand when he reached his destination and when he would be home again.
Anxieties that went both ways with all of them. However, he wanted just one moment alone. For not everyone wanted sex all the time and he had been feeling it for quite some time. It didn't mean he loved his husband any less but God, the idea of having one moment alone? One moment to jerk himself off? A moment to indulge in the simplistic pleasure of masturbating? It was all he wanted. All he truly, deeply wanted but how could he say that out loud to his husband who was so willing to touch him?
To give him what he wanted? Masturbation was normal. It was a common thing for men, women, anyone in between should they have a sexual drive. He was just a man who should jump for joy at getting sex. And he did. But God, he'd been so exhausted lately that he did little more than let Hizashi pin him to the bed with his aching legs shoved up. He didn't want Hizashi to think they were losing their spark for they weren't. Not by a damn long shot. But masturbation sounded so good. A moment to recharge?
To play with himself to kindle the heat for his husband by tonight? It was everything he wanted. Everything he needed. And God knows having the house to himself gave him more than enough reason to explore that masturbation by himself. He wondered if that could possibly make himself selfish. To know that he was dying to masturbate but always having eyes on him. It left him feeling dirty. Wrong. As if wanting that for himself somehow made him shameful when his daughter was clinging to his waist.
When Hitoshi was asking for his opinion on his training. He didn't want to push them all the way just because he was desperate for a moment alone. To touch himself the way he'd been imagining when it came to thinking of taking his chance. There was nothing he wanted but to soothe his family. To show them that nothing more was going to happen to him. That he was still the same man he was before he'd lost his right leg and eye. He wants nothing more than to assure them but was it truly too much to ask for a moment alone?
He didn't want to be selfish but surely that wasn't asking for too much? He can't control how his family reacts. He can't control how they would feel when it came to him asking for his own private time. For an hour or two to be allotted to him where there wasn't a pair of eyes watching him. He wants to breathe out without the worrying, nagging fear that there was someone not far behind him watching him. Keeping an eye on him. It was the same strange suffocation he felt when Hizashi would take his knife away at dinner.
Playfully claiming he "lost knife privilege's" and would cut up his meat if need be. It was a joke passed between them countless times when it came to their meals. The playful skepticism. The playful babying. He didn't mind it; he thought it funny as well that his family didn't trust him with a knife after what happened. And yet six months later with eyes on him, he felt ready to rip his hair out. He felt ready to go insane if he didn't get that one moment alone. He adores them, he understands them, but did that mean his privacy got ripped away?
He swore he didn't even feel that he had it when he had to take a piss. At least, that's how it felt. He didn't want to resent. To be angry. But he was frustrated with the lack of privacy. Tired of having eyes on him. He knew his husband; their daughter and son were merely anxious about something happening to him. He feared for them too. But does that mean he let his privacy be taken away? No. No, and he would be sitting down to talk to them about boundaries. About giving himself some time to himself without them around.
That it was natural he'd want time alone even if he loved his family. He just couldn't take the weight of those eyes on him and questions about how he was doing. The pouts when he asked for the smallest moment alone. He wasn't a social creature, never had been, but his family was always right there waiting for him. He'd have to have a serious sit-down talk about his alone time. About giving it to him. It was all he wanted, after all, and it wasn't so much to ask for, was it? It didn't make him a bad person for wanting it, did it?
Perhaps that's why he was so damn happy when he came home today to the silence of his home. Where it had been a point of anxiety for so many years, it was now the best gift to him. He was more than delighted once it settled in that this afternoon was his. That he'd have time to unwind after the long day at work. The constant questions from his students. The constant questions from his coworkers. A break from having eyes on him. A break from having to be the perfect husband and father to his son and daughter.
The afternoon felt like a blipping glimpse into heaven. Like he was being gifted the greatest opportunity and he sure as hell wasn't going to squander it. He refused to squander something. Especially when he had not a clue what errands his husband was running or how long it was going to take him. Hizashi hadn't told him what he was doing, only that he'd be home a bit later than himself. That he'd be running some errands with that sparkle in his gaze. He had kissed him goodbye after dropping him off at home before taking off.
If anything, he had assumed that the blonde was going to go and do some shopping. They'd been talking about needing to go grocery shopping for some time now when they'd been cooking the other night. He'd complained about Hitoshi and his friends eating faster than they could replace the food. Was that what Hizashi was doing? Was he shopping for both of them to spare him a day out at the stores? He wished he'd asked. He wished but he'd been too wrapped up in the joy of having the house to himself.
Too busy enjoying his alone time to even think of sending his husband a text to ask about his errands. He'd been all too content with letting everyone do what they wished for the afternoon. To let Hitoshi focus on his study group and to let Eri play with the girls of his class for the afternoon. To let Hizashi go about his errands while he had the house to himself. He didn't think too far into it, but did he have too? Did he have to micromanage everything? Did he have to assure them all the time? No. No, he didn't think so.
He was more than content to make use of his afternoon while he had the house to himself rather than worrying about his family being divided. It may be selfish, it may be a bit self-centered, but he was happy to have this time alone. He was happy that he had the house to himself for the first time in half a year. To be able to do as he pleased without someone barging the bedroom doors down or pouting their lips. An afternoon filled with the attention and "self-care" that his husband always insisted that he needed to practice more often than not.
He had always heard the blonde clicking his tongue when he would rebuke the lotion bottle. He was fine without it but this afternoon he was more than delighted to indulge in taking care of himself. Whether that was by having his coffee and shower or laying out on the bed, he was going to do it. And he was going to enjoy it. That had been his resolute thought; that he would enjoy this time on his own whether he liked it or not. That he was going to enjoy this time of his alone to do as he pleased when he pleased.
And he is.
Laying here, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but be happy that his family was gone. That he had this afternoon to himself. His head pressed back to the mattress as he slid his hands down over his thighs as they squirmed together. His knees knocking together when he forced them apart with a hitching breath. Curving his hands inwards to brush over his inner thighs before sliding up . Brushing the juncture where his thighs gave way to his crotch with the tips of his fingers before sliding them back down.
Using a light push to coax his thighs apart further. His knees pointing outwards with the towel clinging to a mere hair around his waist as it waited to unravel. His dick twitching when he slid his hands along his inner thighs with his breaths racing quietly when he slid his hands up over the towel to his hips. His tattooed hip was always far more sensitive than the right, but he had not a problem with it. Not one at all. In fact, from the day he had it tattooed he'd always adored that sensitivity. It was amazing.
He dragged his nails over his hips towards his waist with tingles fanning underneath his skin as his head pressed back with a huff flying out of him when he then dragged his nails up his sides. Hard. Leaving soft red lines in their wake when he slid his hands up to his chest that fluttered with his racing breaths. Trailing his fingers lightly over his hardened nipples, he let out another low hum when he fanned his hands out. Squeezing at his chest with his thumbs sliding forward to rub over his areolas. Warm, warm, warm.
Fuck, he was flushed with the heat that had gathered effortlessly in the room. Under his skin. Swelling lazily to claw beneath the surface of it as his thighs twitched apart to spread themselves wide, wide, wide. Flicking his thumbs over his hardened nipples, he arched his chest up shamelessly into his hands with a hitching breath with tingles racing down to pool into his stomach. Each flicking rub over his nipples sent a fresh wave down into his stomach that twisted into an ache. An ache he was all too familiar with.
The ache that had his dick twitching with his thighs spreading further apart with a quiet hum. Sliding his thumbs over his nipples, they perked up beneath his light flicking when he brought his fingers together to pinch sharply at them. Hissing in a breath at the pressure, the spark of pain spreading over his chest, he happily arched his chest up with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. He gave a tug that had his breath catching in his throat when his hips squirmed slightly when he tugged at his nipples again before pinching harder.
Tighter. Twisting idly from side to side with a playful tug up to get his nipples tingling beneath his fingers. His skin flickering with heat, he tugged at his nipples again before licking his lips then dragging his teeth over his lower lip with his heart thudding against his chest with that excitement. Sickening thuds that throbbed quietly in his ears with the blanket rustling beneath him when he twisted idly from side to side. Twisting to give himself that friction burn that had him whimpering out to himself.
His hair rustled over the blanket when his head jerked back. His teeth were digging into his lower lip when he forced his lashes upwards. His box, sitting on the edge of the bed, had him digging his teeth into his lower lip fiercely. A hard bite that had pain jolting down his chin when he muffled his whimper with his hips squirming again. His dick twitching with that excitement clawing itself into his chest when he tore his gaze away from the box. He'd bought himself a few new toys for their drawer on a mere whim.
Toys that he was more than willing to share with his husband. At least one of them was going to beneficial to both of them. To both of their masturbation sessions. He tugged at his nipples then before releasing his tight pinch of his when he trailed his fingers over them. A lazy stroke down with his palms brushing over them when his hands raised up over them. God, he had been waiting for this chance for what felt like years. He loves his husband, he does, but there was something so calm about controlling the pace of his own pleasure.
To touch his own body without feeling embarrassed. He knew there was nothing wrong with masturbation. He knew if he wanted to jerk himself off, he could happily do it, but he felt strangely embarrassed at the idea of rejecting his husband. He was always eager to initiate, tired but eager and yet he felt horrible at the thought of rejecting him in favor of masturbation. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his husband. For him to think even once that he didn't want him which was the farthest thing from the truth.
He just needed something to reset himself. And he had to admit, he was having fun. He was having the time of his life touching himself idly and listening to how his breaths sped up or grew labored. How he twisted and squirmed over the bed with his feet pressing into the mattress. How his hips canted up with his dick twitching against his thighs. How his heart jumped, and his skin tingled from the hands tracing along his sides and chest. His stomach. His hips and thighs. God, how long had he been laying here?
Teasing himself? Touching himself idly? He couldn't remember. He was tingling from head to damn foot swearing he never felt better. He was still warm from his shower which had been pleasantly hot, and God knows he was hot now. He slid his palms over his nipples on upwards strokes over them only to trail his fingers in downwards caresses. It had his nipples perking up hard, hard, hard beneath his hands as his chest arched upwards. His breaths racing quietly as his thighs lifted up to squirm together
Rubbing restlessly when he trailed his fingers idly over his nipples. Rubbing the pads of them over his areola's, he then traced the rim of it with the tips of his fingers when he then flicked his fingers at his nipples. He dragged his teeth over his lip when he gave a pert squeeze to both nipples. A tug up that had his chest arching up with a shuddering exhale flying out of him when his dick twitched in a frenzy against his thighs. He rubbed his thighs together slightly when he brushed his palms over his nipples.
They felt like pebbles against his palms when he pressed his head back to the bed. How easy it was to imagine those soft, slender hands of his husband's hands on him. Ohhh, he'd let his husband play with him for hours. Let those soft hands of his tease his back, throat, and hips all he wanted. Let him play with his chest while those green eyes burned at him with a heat that always had his heart jumping. A heat that flashed under his skin when he caught it in his husband's gaze. Let him toy and play until he was all twisted up.
God, he's always loved how Hizashi tended to touch him like he was something precious. Something made from fine material only to then squeeze him so tight he begged for more. For Hizashi to hold him tighter. To hold him until his bones ached and finger marks were left behind on his forearms in the morning. It had him squirming with his fingers plucking at his nipples absentmindedly with sharp tugs that had his breath catching in his throat. Pinching tight, tight, tight to get himself whimpering quietly.
His head rolled over the bed with a rustle of his hair over the blanket. There was nothing hotter than when they were indulging in that foreplay of grinding and rutting when his husband would "correct" him and show him the "right" way to grind. To move with him. How he would hold his waist and pin him to his pelvis. All whiles he squirmed and twisted eagerly in his lap with the blonde's hands tracing along his waist. Up and down his sides with the quiet brush of those palms over his skin with reverence and desire.
How Hizashi always watched him with riveted awe. Like he was his whole universe. As if he were everything that mattered to the blonde. As if he were the true point of all his desire. Fuck him, it always burned him up when Hizashi would touch him like that. Look at him like that. There was a rush to it that always got his blood burning in his veins. When his legs were pinned tightly to his heaving chest which rendered his pants into desperate gasps. Huffs of air being scraped down his throat when the blonde pinned his legs up.
His knees touching his shoulders. It had him squirming at the thought of the blonde up above him with his legs shoved upwards. It always made sex so much hotter than if he were trapped on the blonde's lap. There was something about watching blonde locks snaking over his shoulders to dangle and tickle his skin that always got him hotter than anything. Always had him riveted to the sight of the blonde up above him. It was honestly one of the better views when he was pinned onto his back like that.
Tugging at his nipples, he brought his hand up towards his mouth to which he opened it up. Lapping at his palm and fingers, he ran his tongue over the rough skin again, again, again. His husband always got on him about being more serious when it came to his self-care, and he never took him up on it. He always brushed off his husband by insisting he was more than fine with how his skin was. How rough his hands were. Lapping his tongue over his fingers, he rubbed the pads of them over his tongue.
His thighs squirmed together. Rubbing restlessly as his dick twitched against them as he lapped at his palm. How easily he could imagine it to be Hizashi's; the blonde often used lube but there had been times he demanded his palm and fingers to be lapped at. To be covered in a layer of saliva. It had his heart jumping in his chest as he lapped at his fingers and palms with saliva rolling down the heel of his hand. Squirming, he reached down with his slick hand to wrap around himself; a low, enthusiastic moan leaving himself.
As if finally, finally, finally giving himself something he hadn't known he'd been wanting this entire time. How long had he been lying here? An hour? Thirty minutes? He had not a clue, but his work was shining through with that lazy heat wafting beneath his skin to claw beneath the surface of it. Leaving him hot when he gave himself a slow, lazy stroke from base to the head where he slid his fingers over it lazily to find a small drop forming along the slit. His dick twitched in his hand when he bit at his lip.
God, there was nothing he loves more than when Hizashi would trap him in his lap. When he would have his back against his chest with the blonde's hands holding his arms by his side. When hips were striking at him so damn hard that he could hardly breathe properly. When he was bouncing himself in the blonde's lap with his knees digging into the bed while the blonde moaned out those all too familiar praises. Damn near slurring out of him as that erection would twitch and throb inside of him the way it did.
If there was anything he loves, it's the way the blonde took the time to show him the difference between fucking and making love. He loves that his husband can give him exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. When the blonde was touching him so tenderly it made it abundantly clear there would be lovemaking. When the blonde would lay him down with blonde locks slithering over his shoulders to frame his red face. When the ends of his swaying hair swayed and tickled his feverish skin in tendrils that always had him squirming.
His husband was beautiful. There was no one more beautiful than the blonde; no one could hold a candle to the blonde. There was a beauty, inside and out, to his husband that he found himself in awe over. He could caress that softly freckled skin for hours. Praise his body from head to toe while the blonde babbled sighed praises at him while he slid his hands over the soft smatterings of freckles on his thighs and ass. His chest and shoulders. Along his back with quite a few moles on his skin breaking up those soft smatterings.
The way the blonde would twist his hands into his hair and scratch to make it bounce and sway against his back was enthralling. The way those green eyes glowed at him with that excited smile when the blonde would crawl onto the bed towards him. How soft his lips were when they were sliding against his. How fucking warm they were as they melted against his with kisses so tender they left him aching for more. When they were crushed down onto his so hard with a passion that robbed him of breath as he returned that desire.
That lust. God, he may not have had energy for sex lately but he fucking loves when Hizashi sweeps him off his feet to place passionate kisses onto him that left his head spinning. Left him clinging onto the blonde as an anchor when he would return those passionate, hungry kisses that left him gasping through his nose as he twisted his hands into silky blonde locks. To be kissed like that was his absolute favorite. He swore there was nothing hotter than when his husband was kissing him with such lust that it left his lips throbbing.
Tingling. It was by far his favorite thing. And God, his husband's body was beautiful. Slender but muscular. Soft freckles decorate his skin. That light dusting of blonde hair that made up his happy trail that down to the pubic hairs covering his pelvis that he absolutely adored burying his nose into. His husband was always so big; it was only one out of many things that he loves about the blonde. His husband was the perfect lover, he swore it. Maybe he was spoiled after spending so many years together with Hizashi as his only.
Maybe he was spoiled for never having been with another sexually before Hizashi. He had not a clue, but his husband was a giving, amazing man. Always giving him what he wanted when he wanted. If he needed Hizashi to bend him over the kitchen table, the blonde never hesitated to do so. When they were fighting, it was only chance he found himself thrown on the couch with lips on his angrily. When the blonde would pin him down tightly. Hips pounding at him to knock the air out of his lungs as he twisted and squirmed.
Wailed and pleaded with his husband for mercy only to get none much to his delight. When Hizashi held him in his arms in the shower with the wet slaps of their skin meeting as he was fucked silly in his arms. An amplified sound as he slid slickly with the water pounding down on the top of his head. Running down his face to drip off his jaw. Wet skin meeting with that deafening clap. When Hizashi was panting above him as he was laid out on the bed with his legs around his waist. The heels of his feet digging into his lower back.
Jerking him forward faster. Harder. There was something so beautiful about Hizashi being unafraid to lose his composure. It's what he's loved about sex since the very beginning of their relationship. How the blonde never was ashamed to moan or whimper at him as he fucked him. Until he had eventually let himself become vocal, it was always Hizashi. He was sure their neighbors hated them back when they lived in that one-bedroom, shitty apartment of theirs. But it was bliss. It had been absolute bliss sometimes.
For a short few years before Hizashi's alcoholism got the best of him it had been nirvana. A piece of heaven where he and Hizashi fucked like rabbits. Counters, the table, the couch, the floors, the damn walls, in their bed. It was a piece of heaven where hushed croons of praises and sweet nothings were traded after the heat of the moment had ended. When Hizashi looked at him with such love it left him choked up in that silent way. The sound of his own gasp tore him out of his thoughts when he squirmed against the bed.
A restless twisting squirm to get comfortable. His hand moving quickly in time with his hazy thoughts as he stroked himself from tip to base in quick, sweeping strokes when he tightened his grasp. Squeezing with a groan when his dick twitched in his grasp with his thighs falling open shamelessly. His breaths came shakily as he stroked himself from head to base in sweeping slides as his dick twitched excitedly with the tendon along the underside of it fluttered. A volley of twitches in his grasp when he slid his left hand up.
Flicking his thumb over his nipple absentmindedly. He kept his strokes even quick with his teeth dragging over his bottom lip. And his head turned against the bed with thighs twitching further apart. Spreading themselves wide, wide, wide as his breaths trembled through his nose with his heart skipping against his chest. God, he swore there was nothing more beautiful than his husband when he was in the throes of pleasure. When his lips parted with brows squeezing together tightly while blonde lashes fluttered.
Hovering in that half-raised position. Red frames slipped down his nose as sweat formed along his forehead. When he was being stared at like he was the sexiest thing in the world. As if that could possibly be true when he swore Hizashi was the sexiest man to him. A gorgeous, beautiful, sexy man that he couldn't get enough of. Fuck, he could go day after day fucking his husband and he'd still be just as insatiable. No matter how tired he got, he'd always want Hizashi. He'd always want the blonde who wanted him just as fervently.
Even if he didn't wait for Hizashi to get home from his errands. Even if jerking one out felt fucking better than he thought it'd be. He'd have the energy tonight, he swore it. Sliding his hand quickly along his twitching shaft, he tightened his grasp with his palm coming up to roll lazily over the head with a moan spilling out of him at the wet smear of pre-come against it. Rolling his palm over himself, he then slid his hand down towards the base in a twist. What would Hizashi say if he walked in right now?
Would the blonde question him? Or would the man stand in the doorway of their bedroom and watch him? Would he smirk lazily, wickedly, at him the way he had in the past? Would those green eyes focus on his stroking hand? At the shameless spread of his thighs as the heels of his left foot and prosthetic dug into the bed? Would Hizashi palm at himself? Would he rub himself into an erection? Would he join him on the bed and together they'd get off? Both coming onto his chest to make a mess out of him?
To cover him in come that his husband would lap away like it was nothing more than spilled milk? Would his husband insist on helping him? Or would he simply continue to watch him like a spectator? It had his dick twitching in a volley in his grasp as he rolled his palm lazily over the head before sliding his hand down. Stroking himself quickly when he arched his back from the bed slightly when his dick twitched again in his grasp. He swiped his fingers over the head which smeared away a droplet of pre-come welling along the slit.
Then sliding his hand down to the base. His teeth dragged over his lip before biting down on it with his thumb sliding over his thumb in careless flicks. Rubbing over his areola. His breath shuddered through his nose with his head pressing back to the bed as his hand slid slickly over himself. Squeezing with just enough pressure to get his hips bucking up shallowly into his stroking hand. Giving lazy swipes over the head to rid the drops of pre-come that seemed to be welling up quickly as his dick twitched.
Fuck, what would Hizashi say if he knew? If he knew that he'd been dying to masturbate? Dying to have a single moment to himself? He knew Hizashi would find say it was "hot", but he also knew Hizashi would feel guilty. Offer to make it up to him. He didn't want his husband to make it up to him for being upset by it. If anything, he'd do his best to give his husband everything he wants tonight and more. Just for this moment alone. To return the amazing gift they'd all given him without even knowing it.
Teeth dragged over his lip as his mouth dropped open slightly with a sharp exhale flying out of him. His chest fluttered rapidly with his shallow, racing breaths. He was stroking himself fast, fast, fast with his hand twisting lazily along the upper half of his erection when he felt that gush. That slow, burning rush of blood through his veins that had him gasping when he squirmed with hips rising up to jump up. Thrusting into his own hand quickly with his hand sliding slickly due to the layer of saliva he'd rubbed over himself.
He shuddered as he thrusted up into his hand when that blood gushed down to his frantically twitching dick. Squeezing at himself with such pressure it had him moaning under his breath when he felt himself beginning to harden in his grasp. Stiffening as the skin warmed beneath his fingers and palm with that slowly pooling blood. He swore he'd never felt something so hard yet so velvety soft as an erection did. There was always awe when he would manage to get Hizashi hard which, honestly, wasn't that hard.
He loves touching his husband until he was squirming, twisting, with racing breaths being taken when he would reach into his pants. Fondling the hardening length there until Hizashi whimpered with the plea to strip off. He could play with the man for hours yet still feel such awe to the sight of his husband. How his slender dick thickened in his hand slightly with the stiffening of blood pooling to it. How the blonde merely watched him when he would twist and curve his hand over his shaft with awe as he swiped at the head.
Wiping away the drop of pre-come there. When he played with those piercings that always felt so good beneath his palm when he was stroking the blonde. He had their feel on his tongue, down his throat, memorized perfectly. They gave a rub that he couldn't get enough of. He could play with Hizashi's dick for hours and he'd never grow tired of the reactions he'd get from his husband. How his breaths raced or how heat flashed in those green eyes. A lustful desire that always ate him up when it was aimed his way.
How the blonde would thrust shallowly into his stroking hand when he would twist and curve his hand along his erection. When those lips were sliding against his fervently as he jerked his husband off with hands traveling over his sides. Burying themselves into his hair that slipped through his fingers and over the backs of his hands like silky. How effortless it was. God, does he love playing with Hizashi's silky hair whenever he had the chance. When they were curled together, and he twirled those locks around his fingers.
Tugging at it during their foreplay before clawing at his scalp with hard pulls when they were having sex. When he got the chance to play with it, he did. And he loved how it had his husband squirming above him or beneath him. How his breaths sped or how they trembled when he gave a good hard yank on the locks that was his pride and joy. But nothing, nothing, nothing beat when Hizashi would bury his hands into his hair. How fingers tugged at his curls effortlessly leaving it a wild nest of knots when they were done.
God if he didn't love it. When he was rocking himself on his hands and knees only to have that slender hand slide its way up his back coaxing it to arch. His hips jumped back when that hand twisted into his hair to jerk his head backwards at that tight angle. It was his fucking favorite. His hardening erection twitched in his grasp when he squeezed at himself tightly with his hand moving slower. Trying to pace himself. Sliding slickly over himself with his thighs twitching apart when he thrusted up into his hand.
A low moan leaving himself when he slid his fingers up to grind the pads of his fingers into the head. Tight, rolling circles over it when he then ground the pads of them into his slit where he smeared the pre-come welling there that threatened to dribble down. He shuddered with another moan ripping out of him with his back arching when his hips jumped eagerly against his fingers. Swirling circles over the head that allowed him to smear that pre-come over the pads of his fingers giddily. Whining.
Sliding his hand back down in a stroke down to the base. Hardening in his own hand with his toes curling as his feet pressed into the bed. His lashes fluttering against his hot cheeks. His breaths trembling as they raced in and out, in and out, with his heart throbbing against his chest as he stroked himself quickly. His erection twitching in his grasp as it filled out in his grasp with a light throb. His feet threatened to slip out of him, but he didn't mind it. Not one damn bit. If anything, it only added to the excitement of it.
Stroking himself quickly, he squirmed in place causing the blankets to rustle beneath him with his head rolling to the side. His hair rustling over the blanket deafeningly in his ears with that soft music playing from the speaker. Filling the quiet of the bedroom to keep it from being completely silent. What an amazing, unbelievably good way to spend his afternoon. He was euphoric with his joy. With the relief of being able to do something on his own without prying eyes. Without someone, family or coworkers, coming up to him.
Worrying over him. Without his students looking at him with that puppy dog look at the sight of his prosthetic or his cane if it was a particularly bad day. God, he never felt more alive. Just drinking coffee on his own enjoying the fall weather. On his own as he took a scalding shower that had his skin tingling from the heat of it soaking into his skin. To lay here for God knows how long teasing himself. Touching himself. Turning himself so on that he felt absolutely giddy to touch himself as he finally hardened.
He stroked himself quickly with racing breaths being taken as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks again before opening as he stared up at the ceiling. Rolling his head to glance at the box sitting innocently on the edge of their large bed. Waiting for him to open the flaps that he'd folded up after cutting open earlier before he'd laid down. Before he'd dived into his teasing and touching of his own body. He bit at his when he rolled his head again to glance in the direction of his phone. Surely, he had time, didn't he?
He squeezed at his erection sending a bolt of pleasure up his back that had him moaning quietly to himself. His inner walls spasmed together in what he knew was a twitch of his hole. He wants something inside of him. And at the same time, he wants something around his erection. But what did he want inside of him? Fingers? Or the new toy? He had more than enough time to decide, didn't he? He could have two rounds and use both toys he'd bought, couldn't he? He had not a clue, but he couldn't deny his excitement.
The excitement at getting that notification. Seeing the box sitting on the front mat for him. It was a different style of dildo he'd never used before but when he'd come across the website from a TikTok on his phone promoting them he'd been intrigued. It was a fantasy, monster styled dildo that had caught his eye with it's beautiful pink and blue. The suction cup of a tentacle design near the middle. It was eight point five inches long which was far from the biggest he'd ever taken. Not by a long shot; perhaps half an inch shorter.
At least when compared to the monstrous nine-inch dildo in their drawer and he couldn't deny a part of him was as scared as it was excited to use the pretty dildo. Easily the prettiest out of all the toys they had in their drawer. What was the brand again? Bad dragon? He had not a clue. He'd been curious enough to buy the dildo itself then a new toy. A fleshlight for the both of them to use. Two brand new toys waiting to be used. He swallowed when he tore his gaze from his phone to sit upwards instead.
Squeezing at himself before letting to as his erection flew up to tap against his stomach. He then turned to roll onto his knees as he crawled over for the box and the lube he'd placed on top of it. Hizashi would fault him if he used the flesh-light first, would he? He can clean it out and sanitize it if the blonde wanted to use it next. But God, that dildo was calling for him to use it. He bit his lip at the indecision as he put the lube down on the bed then opened the flaps of the box. Looking down where two slender boxes sat inside.
One with the dildo the other with the fleshlight. He chewed at his lip before reaching in for that pretty dildo; and he could admit that much. It was going to be the prettiest toy in their entire collection so far. He then pushed the box away when he began to rip at the tape along the top of the dildo's box before clawing it open. Reaching in for it when he tugged it free only to have his mouth drop open at the weight of the damn thing. Heavy. Thick. Oh, it had his stomach fluttering as he glanced over the oddly shaped dildo in his hand.
On the box, along with online, it was called a fentacle. He didn't understand it, but he was more than eager to use it. He squirmed in place with his erection twitching when he took a deep breath to calm himself. He gently put the dildo down on the blanket then reached down for the lube. Clawing the cap open with a crack, he drizzled lube onto three fingers; index, middle, ring. It had his heart skipping over its pounding beats when he began to work to spread the lube in an even layer over his fingers.
The light squelch from the lube being spread was deafening in the quiet when he took a trembling breath before leaning forward on his knees. Doing so until his chest hit the bed with his hot cheek pressing to the cool blanket as he reached behind him. Sliding his fingers down between his cheeks with a tremble to them when he swallowed before making contact with himself. He rubbed his fingers slickly over his hole which gave a happy twitch that had him humming to fight the tiny prick of embarrassment.
Rubbing the pads of his fingers over himself, he arched his hips back slightly with his arm stretching tautly across his lower back as he rubbed his finger against himself. Biting at his tender lip again, he twitched when he pressed his fingers down firmly. A rub that had his toes curling tightly with his breaths hitching through his nose. God, when was the last time he had the time to touch himself like this? He couldn't remember and he hated that. Was it before the loss of his leg and eye? Was it that long ago?
He whined quietly to himself as he rubbed his fingers slickly over himself when he then gave himself a playful, slow swirl. A rub that had his hole twitching beneath the pads of his fingers when he kept up those slow rubs. Circles that had him humming quietly to himself again with the replicated circles getting his hips to twitch slightly side to side. It was a rhythm his husband often used on him when he was going to be prepped before sex. He rolled those slow, firm circles against his twitching hole with his lashes fluttering down.
Resting on his hot cheeks. With his fingers slick, it was hard to feel the callouses of his fingers which made it all too easy to imagine. To fantasize them being Hizashi's fingers rolling against him with a pressure to get his toes curling tightly . He'd prepped himself earlier in the bathroom before coming out here. Doing his best to empty himself out, clean himself properly, before coming out with the goal of masturbation on his mind. He was prepared for any and all outcomes this afternoon and he wants nothing more than to be ready.
To be completely ready when Hizashi came home early before the kids did. He wasn't opposed to sex tonight; not in the slightest bit. He just wanted one moment to touch himself in peace. And he was getting, now, wasn't he? He continued those slow, firm circles against himself when he lifted his ring finger away from himself. Curling his fingers inwards against his hole, he bit down harder on his lip with a whimper ripped out of him with that eagerness. Ringing with that excitement that was clawing its groove into his chest.
Growing stronger, stronger, stronger with each slow roll of his fingers. He lifted them up to trace the rim with the tips of them which had his hole twitching beneath his fingers again before he rubbed the pads of them over himself. Shaking breaths being taken through his nose when he pressed his fingers inwards. Pushing, pushing, pushing at himself with his teeth digging into his lip painfully sending a jolt down his chin when he pushed at himself. Curling his fingers in just enough at the twitching ring of muscles.
He sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers slipped forward. And it had him groaning quietly at the burning stretch of having two fingers sinking into himself. However, it was nowhere near as painful as it would be if he had done this straight out of the gate with no previous preparation. He had not a care when his fingers slid into himself with the pads rubbing over his inner wall. He groaned out again into the blanket when his inner walls clamped down tightly around his fingers sending a jolt of heat up his back.
A spark that fanned beneath his skin leaving him hot, hot, hot as that heat clawed beneath the surface of his skin. He moved his fingers to roll soothing circles into his trembling inner wall that merely had himself clenching tightly again. Squeezing around his fingers for all their worth. With his eyes shut, he could easily imagine the blonde sitting behind him with his fingers buried inside of him. He could imagine how those lips would flutter down his shoulder across his upper back then down between his shoulder blades.
How his husband would nip and kiss playfully at his back while those fingers rolled their circles into his inner walls. Stuffed full already itched a scratch of his that had him groaning shamelessly into the blanket. Trying to muffle himself only for it to crest into a whimper when he pressed firmly at his inner wall. Pleasure pooled like magma into his stomach with each slow, firm circle he rolled into himself as his breaths raced through his nose. Cresting into a light panting rhythm when he felt that light prick along his skin.
The threat of sweat forming soon enough. It was unbearably hot in the bedroom, but he could happily ignore it. Ignore it the way he ignored the ping of his phone on the bedside table. He rolled circles into his quivering inner wall giddily with that light burn to the rim of his hole and had heat flashing beneath his skin in flashing bursts. Sizzling. Scalding. He didn't understand how he hadn't burst into flames yet. How he hadn't lit the bed aflame. He rubbed at his inner wall with his lashes fluttering fiercely on his cheeks.
A low, throaty moan spilling out of him. He fucking loves it. Loves, loves, loves being able to sink two fingers into himself so effortlessly like this. It had him burning up as he rubbed at his inner walls giddily with his breaths huffing out of him. He shuddered with an arch to his back with another low moan leaving him with the blanket rusting when his knees slid over the blanket with his thighs falling open. His erection throbbing lightly against his stomach when he let out a shaking breath with his heart jumping against his chest.
Shuddering with thighs trembling slightly with the pleasure pooling into his stomach. A magma heat that had his brows squeezing together when he swallowed. Then he began to cautiously push his fingers outwards to spread himself. And God, the light burn had him moaning as he spread himself open wide, wide, wide before bringing his fingers together to give himself a cautious thrust. He moaned lowly in his throat as his erection twitched against his stomach when he gave another thrust of his fingers.
Slow.
Even.
Then another. Another, another, another. He squirmed, twisting eagerly with his back arching, when his phone gave another ping but God if he couldn't connect it to himself. If the sound of it didn't seem foreign to his feverish brain at the moment. He thrusted his fingers into himself giddily with his teeth dragging over his lip as his jaw fell allowing his mouth to open. Racing, light pants being taken as his chest fluttered in its trapped position against the bed when he squirmed again with his heart hammering against his chest.
Throbbing quietly in his ears. He kept that slow speed of his thrusting fingers to take it easy. Not to jump into it too fast. He squirmed when he spread his fingers out to push at his trembling inner walls. Moaning quietly when his back arched slightly at the pleasure it gave him when he pressed his fingers together to thrust into himself. Slow rubs over his inner walls that spasmed and squeezed around his thrusting fingers much like they had earlier when he'd cleaned himself out. When he tried to prep himself properly.
He shuddered at that slow speed of his thrusting fingers when he then gave another spread of his fingers. Pushing at his inner walls that tried their damned best to squeeze together. He moaned out quietly when he held that outwards spread before spreading them again. And again. He shuddered with a huff flying out of him as he pressed his fingers together to thrust his fingers into himself. Moving his fingers with those sleek, slow thrusts that had his hole damn near throbbing around them with that eagerness.
His erection throbbing erratically against his stomach, dripping shamelessly onto it with pre-come dribbling out of him. He slid his free hand beneath him to wrap his finger around his erection to which he began to stroke in time with his thrusting fingers. Moaning out delightedly as he slid his hand in slow strokes to mirror his fingers. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading out his fingers cautiously. He pressed his cheek fervently to the bed as he kept up that gentle rhythm of his thrusting.
Thrusting his fingers once more before spreading outwards to push at his inner walls that were fluttering and trembling around his fingers. Spasming in throbs that had him impatient, but he had to enforce some patience onto himself, didn't he? He had to be calm for once rather than going wild with it. It wouldn't take long when he'd prepped himself just a little bit ago. He kept himself idle; kept himself moving slow, slow, slow as his hips twitched forward to thrust into his hand while he thrusted his fingers into himself idly.
The slick squelch of his thrusting fingers ringing out as he slid his hand along his erection with pre-come dribbling down when he didn't rub it away fast enough. It was a slick mess that would leave his hands messy but God if he didn't love it. If it didn't have heat twisting under his skin at the slow speed, he'd set for himself this entire time. Taking his time with touching himself rather than jerking off then cleaning up with tissues after. He wanted to take his time with it. Move a bit slower than usual.
And God if his hands weren't doing just that for himself. He fucking loves it. Taking the time to touch his body, to memorize again the places that got him hot like this and doing it at his pace. A trembling huff flew out of him when he squirmed with fingers thrusting in sharper than intended when he hissed in a breath. Shuddering when he then stretched his fingers out to which he took the chance to slip his ring finger into himself. And ohhhh, it had a bursting moan flying out of him; something much louder than he intended.
Far louder than he wanted to make but God the fucking stretch was everything. So good, so good, so good. He thrusted his fingers into himself with his eyes threatening to roll back behind fluttering eyelids. He bit at the left corner of his mouth with his pants trembling in and out of his nose when his inner walls clenched tightly around all three fingers. Squeezing. Clamping. Hot, hot, hot. He kept his thrusts slow, even with his stomach fluttering at the thought of spreading them. Not yet, not yet, not yet.
He hummed shakily to himself as he kept up his slow thrusting when he rubbed the pads of all three fingers carelessly over his inner walls. Curling inwards to give himself that pressure to get pleasure pooling into his stomach with his erection dripping shamelessly onto it. Over his fingers. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. God, he'd never been so excited to get a damn dildo inside of him in all of his life. Never had he felt fuller than he did with three fingers stuffed into him. It was by far his favorite fucking thing.
It always has been but it was made better when the blonde's slender, long fingers were inside of him. His own were too short. Too blunt. It had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he moaned out to himself with that quiet music pulsing over the speaker keeping him immersed. In keeping his hands slow; slow thrusts of his fingers and strokes of his hand around his throbbing erection. He moaned out to himself again as he rolled his palm over the head of his dripping erection delightedly when he then spread his fingers out.
Gasping at the pleasure it sent bolting up his back when he pushed his fingers out, out, out. His back arched slightly with his knees digging into the bed with a keening moan flying out of him again when that gasp rushed out of him. Trembling. It had him squirming, twisting, writhing as he pushed his fingers out again, again, again with that drool worthy spread. God, he swore he'd never been hotter in his damn life. He was burning up. He squirmed again with his knees digging into the bed to keep himself stabilized.
He pressed all three fingers together again to thrust into himself sharply. A squelch ringing out when he then pulled his fingers out until the tips of his fingers rested within himself before he thrusted forward again. A long, sleek thrust that had him moaning into the bed with an eager note to it when he pulled his fingers back, back, back. Pulling then back until the tips remained inside of him before thrusting in. Long thrusts that had him moaning as he did it again, again, again with that slick slide sending shivers down his back.
The rub over his inner walls that squeezed and clamped in that throbbing rhythm around his fingers. It was so good, so good, so good. God, he didn't know if it's just been so long, but he swore masturbation never felt better. He was thrumming. Buzzing in his own skin. He shuddered as he kept up those long thrusts into himself with toes curling tightly when he bit at the corner of his lip again sharply. A pain that had him moaning as he began to move his fingers faster. Sleek, long thrusts with that quicker speed he was using.
Then he spread all three out again to push insistently at his inner walls. Shuddering, he began to move his hand faster to mimic the quick speed of his thrusting fingers. His brows squeezing together tightly with huffing pants being taken through the right side of his mouth. Eager, eager, eager. He shuddered when he listened to that wet squelch each time, he thrusted his fingers into himself. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading, spreading, spreading. Pushing at trembling inner walls with that firm insistence.
His eyes threatened to roll back behind fluttering eyelids when he arched. Squirming, thrusting into his hand eagerly as he moved it quickly; trying to keep his hands in tandem with one another when his teeth dragged over his lip. His mouth fell open again as he rocked on his knees. God, it was so fucking good! How can something so simplistic be so good? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have his skin ripping with a heat that had sweat pricking over his back. Itching at his forehead when he thrusted into his hand.
The heat of the room weighed down on his skin. So hot, so hot, so hot. His phone gave another ping that interrupted his music briefly, but he ignored it. He'd answer it in a minute. When he was done. He thrusted his fingers in those long, slick thrusts that rubbed so fucking good against his inner walls with his hand sliding over his throbbing erection quick, quick, quick. Twitching, dripping, shamelessly under and over his fingers within his grasp. God, he swore he'd never been harder than he was right now.
He tilted his head back against the blankets with his hair spilling annoyingly over his neck but nothing to do about it now. His hair was everywhere he swore it. Spreading his fingers out within him again, he felt little protest from the quivering inner walls. Getting there, getting there, getting there. He huffed as he rocked on his knees with his hips jerking back to meet those slick thrusts of his fingers then jerking forward to thrust into his hand. Fuck him, he hot. So fucking hot all from his own toying.
His own teasing of his body. It was better with his eyes shut as he could effortlessly imagine these hands of his being Hizashi's. Imagine how the blonde would be squirming, wriggling, on his knees behind him while those slender fingers thrusted into him. Or how soft lips would be fluttering over his back softly and along his shoulders. Playful nips and drags of teeth over his skin that would leave him burning. How he'd twist his hand into blonde locks until the blonde was leaning over him allowing for lips to crush down on his.
He swore, he loved nothing more than for his husband to fuck him in doggy style only to lean over his shoulder to kiss him. When he was rocking on his hands and knees with arms trembling with the urge to drop down while the blonde kissed him. His tongue tracing his lower lip before mouths opened allowing for that French kiss he adored. It had him groaning at the thought as he thrusted his fingers into himself quick, quick, quick. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading, spreading, spreading.
Moaning to himself as he stroked himself fast, fast, fast with that same speed as his thrusting fingers that spread out sending shivers down his back when he thrusted into his hand shamelessly. He was ready. He knew he was. Just a few more, more, more thrusts of his fingers. A few more of those drool worthy stretches that had his eyes rolling back on him behind fluttering eyelids. He was hot, hot, hot. God, did he want that fucking toy inside of him. There was a chance he wouldn't get all of it but fuck if he didn't want to try.
If he didn't want to see how much his hole could take of that eight-and-a-half-inch dildo. He rocked on his knees with his eyes open when he forced his gaze to focus on the lube. He'd need quite a lot with how thick that toy was, but it sent an excited flutter through him when he huffed in a breath only for it to rake his throat on its way out when he squirmed. Fucking himself with his fingers with such delight it had him shuddering when he swallowed before pushing his fingers out. All three pushing, pushing, pushing.
Spreading, spreading, spreading himself open. He knew he could dedicate more time to it, but that impatience was rearing its ugly head. Demanding more, more, more. His body wants more than just the thickness of having three fingers inside of him. He felt hungry to have that dildo buried into him. Absolutely starved. He spread his fingers out to push at himself with shivers racing up his back when he slipped his fingers out of himself. His hand from around his dripping erection in favor of pushing himself upwards onto his knees.
He'd have to clean the blankets after but that'd be fine. More than fine. He glanced over at his phone screen then wipes his hands onto the blankets before grabbing his phone to power on the screen. Facebook notifications. A few from Instagram. There was one text from his husband lamenting his shopping adventure. Putting his phone back down, he picked up that beautiful dildo. The soft pinks and blue were beautiful with the suction cup end being rimmed with a soft yellow. Beautiful colors that all worked together flawlessly.
It was indeed an odd shape but God it was a pretty toy and even he couldn't deny it. He reached for the opened lube, and, with racing breaths, he drizzled a generous amount onto the toy. Soaking it with lube that dripped onto his thighs. The blanket. Perfect circles darkened the fabric, sliding down his thighs, as he then spread the layer over the toy. He knew from that nine-incher in their drawer that more was better. He slid his hand in curving twists over dildo in his hand before drizzling a second line over it.
His teeth nibbled at his lip when he spread it over the thing. Squelches ringing out as his fingers squeezed hopelessly at the silicone toy in his hand when he then swallowed before shifting slightly to roll over. Planting his head down on the pillow, he lifted his arms up to reach behind himself. One hand holding his cheek open while the other pressed the tip of that drenched toy against his hole. He rolled the head of it against himself with his hole twitching with a spasm of inner walls clamping together.
Slow.
Nudging idly at himself with the head rolling lazily over himself had his pants shaking slightly. His brows squeezing together tightly with his heart hammering against his chest. It wasn't even inside of him yet, but the head was so big. He'd have to take it slow. Slow, slow, slow. He had to go slowly. He couldn't afford to hurt himself trying to take this monster of a toy. Squirming slightly, he nudged the head against himself playfully while rolling over the rim of his hole. Playful. And then he adjusted his hold on the toy.
His fingers sliding over the slick thing nearly slipped off when he squeezed. Holding it against himself when he nudged at himself with a grind that had his pants hitching slightly. God, it was so fucking big. It wasn't inside of him but that's what made it so fucking exciting. And so, he began to push it against himself. Pushing, pushing, pushing until there was a give that had him gasping. A sharp inhale that quickly flew out on a shrill cry at the stretch as this monster of a dildo sank into him slowly. Inch by inch.
Inch by inch being fed into himself when he had to stop far too soon. Close to a quarter into himself, he was gasping, squirming, twisting at the stretch of that dildo. Ohhhhh, it was more than just three fingers but fuck he loves it. It had him damn near mewling when he tried to feed himself one, two more inches before he had to stop. To let his body adjust to the wide spread of his hole around that toy. Throbbing around it. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot. He clenched so tightly around the toy it had his lower back aching.
That dull pain he hadn't felt since his first time with Hizashi. It was going to leave him gaping. Was going to make his husband slide into him effortlessly from the stretch due to this monster of a dildo. And its odd shape, tentacle-like, rubbed so good against his inner walls as he panted into the pillow with his eyes threatening to roll up on him. Gasping as his body tried desperately to adjust to that thick toy. He held the lower half of it securely when he tried taking deep breaths to relax his body when he pushed forward.
Squeezing a few extra inches as his hips arched upwards shamelessly with his thighs shaking. He was so hot, hot, hot. The pillow beneath him was growling damp from his gasping that hardly allowed him the time to close his mouth to swallow. God, it was so fucking good. It had him mewling at the stretch of it that filled him up better than anything. He never thought of himself as a size queen, but he couldn't deny he'd been dreaming of trying to take that nine-inch dildo again. His husband was more than adequate at seven and a half inches.
Something big but not too big like this eight and a half inch fucking monster. Or the nine-incher in their drawer. There was something strangely exciting about pushing his limits every now and again. And this dildo was doing just that. He pushed gently forward trying to get even a few more inches in only to stop from how deep it was reaching inside of him. Brushing past his prostate effortlessly, sending sparks racing up his back as his toes curled tightly with a tremble. He'd never been fuller in all his life.
His fingers digging into his ass cheek desperately with huffing pants being taken as he forced himself to stop. To give himself time to adjust when he shook his hips slightly from side to side to soothe himself. Clenching so damn tight around that toy that was stretching him open wider than he'd ever been stretched. God, it was so fucking good. As if it were itching some long-forgotten desire of his. Filling him up in a way he'd only dreamed of. He knew if he expressed his desire for these big dildos that his husband would happily feed into it.
He wasn't a size queen. He swore it. But fuck if this wasn't fucking good. Being so filled it left little air left in his lungs to soothe the spinning in his head. He clawed at his cheek with his heart hammering against his chest in sickening thuds that throbbed quietly in his ears. Gasping. Choking on his air as he rocked himself gently when his phone pinged again. Ignoring it, he swallowed at that dull ache spreading around his lower half. A pulsing discomfort in his lower stomach that he was trying to breathe against slowly.
It was helping slightly when he wriggled the dildo slightly that rubbed against his prostate sending shooting fire up his back. And he pulled that dildo back slightly before thrusting it into himself. A sharp stab of that discomfort had him mewling into his pillow but the heat as it rubbed against his inner walls with its odd shape. The rub over his prostate. It had him squirming slightly with that impatience rearing its head, but he forced his hands away from the dildo. From his cheek. Just for a minute, minute, minute.
Moaning into the pillow when he rocked himself gently to ride out the waves of that pulsing discomfort. He didn't have the final half inside of him yet, but did it matter if he got all of it inside of him? Personally, he'd love to get all of it inside of himself. To try. But if his body didn't allow it then he wouldn't push it. He wouldn't hurt himself for the sake of fleeting pleasure. He clenched tightly around that toy despite his best efforts as his inner walls throbbed. Contracted around the thickness of that toy in twitches.
God, it felt like his rim was stinging with that spread around the toy. It had him humming to himself in a strained note to help soothe himself as his hips swayed lazily from side to side. Breathing deeply to soothe that pulsing discomfort when he knew given time the pleasure would override it. He just needed time to adjust. His body was all too delighted in clenching tightly around the toy. Contracting fervently around it with inner walls damn near throbbing around the intrusion that pushed at muscles.
The silent demand for space to be made. He felt so fucking full. It was a gasp worthy sensation as his inner walls clenched tightly around his toy in spasm when he tried rocking himself gently to relax. To breathe in to relax his body. Anything to make the discomfort tolerable. His phone let out a cheerful ping, but he happily ignored it. Forsaken it for the pleasure that was coursing hand-in-hand with the discomfort that pulsed in his lower abdomen. His lower back. God, how can something so good cause so much discomfort?
He swore he'd never been fuller in his life. It was a drool worthy sensation that had him moaning into the pillow with hips continuing their lazy sways back and forth. Rocking side to side, side to side, gently when his inner walls spasmed in another hard clench with inner walls then pulling. Throbbing around the toy. He reached back slightly to grab at the dildo; sinking his nails into the material of it. Holding on tight, tight, tight to it when he moaned when he rolled it slightly; a hesitant circle that stimulated the nerves on the outside.
Rubbing against the rim of his hole. His erection was throbbing against his stomach as it dribbled pre-come onto his stomach. Running down the underside of his erection. He was making a mess but God if he didn't mind it. He was a dripping mess. Was he dripping onto the blankets beneath him? He had not a clue but God if that gentle rolling didn't feel good. Almost as if he had a pelvis against him grinding against him idly. Rocking with him. He clenched tightly around the toy within him that was stretching him open wide.
Fuck him, he'd be gaping afterwards but when Hizashi got home at least preparation wouldn't be needed. Fuck, what would Hizashi say if he caught him like this? Kneeling on their bed with a monster of a dildo inside of him that he planned on fucking himself silly with? It had his breaths catching in his throat as he continued that gentle rolling movement of the dildo that had his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks. It had his heart hammering against his chest with excitement when he swallowed.
Fighting the urge to tense up, when he tugged at the toy. He pulled it back then thrusted it gently into himself in a slow thrust that rubbed over his prostate sending sparks racing up his back. It had him gasping when he dug his nails into the slick silicone before pulling his hand back then thrusting forward again. A slick squelch ringing out in the quiet of his bedroom when he gave himself another gentle thrust. Shallow. Inching thrusts that had him moaning into the pillow as he rocked his hips back at the pleasure coursing up his back.
Sparks of heat when he kept his thrusts shallow. Gentle. Nothing too big, nothing too fast. Not yet. He shuddered with his back arching slightly with a huff when he kept up that gently thrusting of the dildo. Sliding forward further to sink more inches of the thing into himself until he was sure he could feel it in his stomach. Pulling back before the discomfort pulsing through him could become too much. He kept it easy. Slow. Gentle. He rocked slightly on his knees to keep that discomfort at bay when he slowly fed more inches into himself.
Slowly. Pausing to give himself slow rolls of the dildo inside of him that rolled against the rim of his hole. Sparks of pleasure racing up his back as the nerve-endings near it were stimulated much to his delight. He had no clue how many inches he had in himself currently but God it was a lot. His stomach felt heavy. He felt impossibly full. So full, so full, so full. He rolled the dildo gently, slowly within himself with that eager hunger. That savage desire to feed himself more, more, more howling in the back of his mind.
Insisting he cram this thing into himself until his fingers touched his skin, but he couldn't. Not yet, not yet. He thrusted the toy into himself with that gentleness. Trying to slip more inches into himself with each slide into himself. He moaned into the pillow again with his inner walls spasming around the toy. He could hardly breathe without feeling that fullness that had him squirming slightly with his knees sliding over the bed. Letting his thighs fall open wide as possible with his erection throbbing against his stomach.
The pillow beneath him was growing damp as he panted raggedly with drool pooling beneath him. Keeping up with the gentle, shallow thrusts of the toy ringing out with deafening squelches that had his breath catching in his throat. Had his heart was thudding sickeningly against his chest when he tried to get a few more inches into himself. His fingers just barely brushing his skin before he stopped. Instead shook his hips lazily, arching backwards the way he would if he were with Hizashi. The way he would press himself to his pelvis.
He clenched tight, tight, tight around the toy that he held tightly despite his fingers threatening to slip off the slick thing. Just a little more, little more, little more. Take it slow. He had to take it slow on himself when he began to pull the dildo back then thrusting it into himself shallowly with a throaty moan snapping out of him. Gentle. Shallow. He had to take it slow for himself as that discomfort made itself all too clear as it wrapped around his lower half like a vice grip. Threatening to strangle him if he wasn't careful.
It had his hips shaking lazily once, twice, before he gave himself another of those gentle, shallow thrusts into himself to which he moaned into the pillow at the pleasure pooling into his stomach like magma. The wave of heat clawing up his back when the toy rubbed back and forth over his prostate with the shallow thrusts, he gave himself. There was no need for an angle or to adjust it when it was so long, so thick, that it hit his prostate perfectly. Hit it without needing to try. And it had him drooling as his lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks.
God, he felt like a mess. A drooling, shaking mess as he inched more, more, more of the toy into himself with each shallow slide forward. It had him moaning delightedly as his thighs trembled before his knees slid over the bed to widen them. Digging into the bed. Fuck, what kind of sight was he making? What would his husband get to see if he came home right now? It had him moaning into his pillow as he continued with those gentle thrusts into himself with more, more, more of it sinking into him.
Filling him up so fucking good it damn near had him mewling. Whimpering. It was so good, so good, so good. He could feel the barest brush of his fingertips against his skin ever so slightly before he pulled the toy back. It had his back arching with keening moans muffling themselves into the pillow as he thrusted the toy into himself shallowly. Keeping the thrusts smooth as he possibly can while trying to remain gentle with it. Fuck, fuck! It was so much bigger than he'd thought it would be but God if he wasn't loving every single second of this.
Of having this fat fucking dildo was inside of him. Stretching out his hole so damn good he was sure he'd barely feel Hizashi if he were inside of him. Ohhhh, what would Hizashi say if he came home, and he bent himself over? If he met him at the door naked? If he held himself open to display the gaping state of his hole from this toy? It sent shivers down his back that had him gasping into the wet pillow as his brows squeezed together tightly. What if the blonde went to fuck him with his fingers to find him gaping?
To find him looser than usual? It had his hips jerking back to thrust himself on that toy with a snapping moan spilling out of him when he began to slowly, slowly, slowly inch himself past that shallow depth. Something that rubbed damn good against his inner walls. That gave him those delicious, drool worthy rubs over his prostate sending sparks racing up his back. God, he wished he could say he wasn't hitting at his prostate yet, but it was impossible with how fat this thing was. How big it was inside of him.
Reaching so deep, deep, deep inside of him as it filled him up like nothing fucking else. Not even their biggest plug could compare to this stretch. It had him mewling into the pillow as he lengthened his thrusts slightly while trying to remain gentle with himself. To keep the thrusts smooth rather than lose himself to the excitement twisting into his chest. The excitement that had his stomach dropping out as he clenched around the toy tightly. Fiercely. A hard clamp that sent sparks up his back when it rubbed over his prostate with his thrusts.
It had him moaning shamelessly into the pillow as he arched his hips up higher while his hand worked to keep up the casual, easy speed he used on himself. Shuddering at the ridges and dips of the shape rubbing against his inner walls. Over the rim of his hole. A sensation that had his toes curling tightly with a keening moan muffling itself into the pillow as he thrusted the toy into himself at that casual speed. Lengthening his thrusts slightly in his pull backs then trying to stuff more inches into himself.
Doing so with those slick thrusts back into himself. It had his hips twitching when he found himself rocking shallowly on his knees. Moving in time with his casual speed. Huffing into his pillow with his brows squeezing together tightly with a twitch as his mouth hung open. Ohhhh, it was so good, so good, so fucking good. He'd have to find opportunities to have alone time. Anything to fuck himself with a toy to work some of the knotted tension in his back out. It had him groaning at the thought of getting another chance to touch himself like this.
To even use the fleshlight on himself the next time had him groaning louder, louder, louder. Thrusting the toy into himself giddily with his thrusts remaining sleek. Keeping them even as he could keep them when his hips twitched back to meet the forward slides of his thrusting toy. He wants nothing more than to have another chance to masturbate just like this. He'd have to make it if he couldn't find it. He huffed into his pillow with his lashes fluttering as drool pooled beneath him into the pillow with his hips rocking back and forth.
His knees digging into the mattress with his back arching to press his chest to the bed beneath him when he squirmed with his inner walls spasming. Squeezing tightly around the dildo when he dug his nails into the material of the suction cup bottom. Panting raggedly when he felt sweat pricking along his back and along his forehead as a clammy sheen broke out over his skin. He'd need to rinse himself off after this but God if it wasn't worth it. He thrusted his toy at that casual speed with sleek, slick thrusts that had his toes curling.
Had him moaning lowly in his throat at the resulting squelch of lube and silicone rubbing together. He wanted nothing more than to feel it reach deep into him. Would there be a bulge? He'd read the cliché in the stories online made to get readers off. Nothing but smut pornography but it was an exciting notion. One that had his blood crackling through his veins as he thrusted the toy into himself with a sense of giddiness. He whimpered at the thought when he dragged the toy backwards further, further, further.
Doing so until only the head rested inside of him before shoving it back in in a sleek thrust. One that had his fingers touching his ass lightly as he gasped into the pillow only to have it fly out on a choked cry. Oh, oh, oh there was so much inside of him! It was absolutely fucking exciting at how deep he got it into himself as he mewled out. Shaking. Trembling. So full, full, full he could hardly stand it. He wanted to beg for no more. He wanted to pound this fucking thing into him like he wants right this second.
But not yet. Not yet, yet, yet. He was absolutely euphoric with his head spinning weakly as he gasped with his face burning fiercely. Tugging the toy back again until that fat head remained in him then pushing it back in on a sleek thrust that had a snapping moan tearing out of him. Ohhhhh, it was so fucking good. He was giddy when he tugged it back again until the head was left inside of him before pushing it into himself. He swore he could feel lube dripping down his thighs when he yanked back again with the head resting inside of him.
His hole twitched when he then shoved it back into himself with a sleek thrust that had him keening out a needy moan. A desperate, filthy noise that had him shuddering. He sounded like a damn whore. He sounded like he was nothing more than the hungry cock-slut his husband always growled he was. An accusation that got him off like nothing fucking else and even if it was just him, he could hear it. And it had his stomach flipping at the thought as he began to move his hand a bit quicker when he failed to feel pain.
Discomfort. It had him shuddering with his inner walls clamping down tightly around the toy with another of those low, filthy moans leaving himself. His hips arched back while he rocked himself on his knees back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It had him moaning when he began moving in tandem with his thrusting hand. Almost as if he could replicate the hit of a pelvis against him. He could imagine how that blonde hair would sway and fly against Hizashi's back. How it would spill over his shoulders.
How it would fly around his red face. How it would sway forward over his shoulders to tickle his skin idly that always got him squirming. Always had him gasping to feel that light, brushing sway of hair against his skin from his husband. It was so easy to move himself in time with his thrusting hand as his erection dripped against his stomach shamelessly with its erratic throbbing. Was he dripping on the sheets? He could feel drops of pre-come rolling down the underside of his erection to his balls. It had to be dripping to the blanket.
He was making a damn mess both of the blanket and himself. It had him gasping when he thrusted the toy into himself with inner walls clamping down tightly. It had him squirming, twisting, with that burst of eagerness in his chest when he clawed at the blankets with his left hand while continuing to thrust with his right. His phone then gave a ping on the bedside table with an accompanying vibration that had it rattling on the table. He couldn't stop. God help him, he couldn't stop now. Not when he was so hot.
Not when his prostate was being brushed at relentlessly with each thrust into himself. He squirmed again with a huff flying out of him when he felt himself beginning to grow confident with his thrusts. A boldness to his movements that had him whimpering in that pleading pitch that was deafening in space. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot as he let himself continue to grow confident with the thrusts of that toy. God, how much could he withstand of this thick toy of his? How much more until he was coming?
It had him moaning delightedly with his face turning slightly to muffle himself into the pillow. Shuddering when he gave a sharper than intended thrust of the dildo into himself. His thighs trembling at the bolt of heat Hizashi come home soon? Whether knowingly or unknowingly, would his husband fuck him afterwards? Ohhhh, it was a thought that had him jerking when the toy rubbed over his prostate. Would the blonde fuck him silly? Would he push his legs up to his knees just to fuck him into the floor?
The bed? Would he fuck him from behind while they laid on their sides with an arm wrapped around his shaking thigh to keep it up? Would his husband make love to him in the shower he'd inevitably take to keep himself from smelling like sex? Would Hizashi pin him in his lap and have him bounce on his erection? Ride him so fucking good it had them both howling? It had him moaning eagerly at the thought of fucking the blonde right after this. In having that beautiful, drool worthy dick inside of him after this.
In trying to tighten around him weakly because he was gaping afterwards. He wants nothing more than to fuck the man into the bed. To have the blonde fuck him into the bed. The groceries could wait. Or, or, or he could take it to the kitchen. They had time, didn't they? And surely, Hizashi wouldn't protest about him being naked while they put things away, would he? The idea of his husband spinning him around, bending him over the counter? Pushing his pants down just enough to fuck him? Ohh, it was fucking hot.
He thrusted the toy into himself with long thrusts that kept the head from slipping out of him. It was so fucking fat he felt half dizzy with the inches sinking into him. He loves, loves, loves it. This could very quickly become his favorite toy if he wasn't careful. He wasn't a size queen, at least he didn't think so, but God if there was something satisfying about this. If there wasn't some itch being scratched having something so big inside of him. There was something so satisfying about knowing that he could take this.
That he could take something that was bigger, thicker, than his husband who was big but leaned more towards the slender side of things. He loves it but fuck him, there was a good pleasure in pushing his ass to a limit he didn't know it'd have. And God knows how Hizashi was going to react to see his gaping hole afterwards. Surely the blonde would give him what he wanted without protest, right? He'd get what he wanted? He whimpered into the pillow as he thrusted the toy into him with long, sleek thrusts that had him gasping.
His knees digging into the bed as he moved his hips in time with his thrusting hand and fuck, it had his eyes threatening to roll back on him. He was burning up, up, up. He was hotter than he thought he'd get over this and he wants more. He felt drunk. Dizzy. Choking on the heat that was simmering under his skin. Leaving him hot, hot, hot with each wave that rushed up his back. Gasping. Choking. He wanted nothing more than to pound this thing into him but there'd be time for that later to do it properly.
His thighs trembled at the thought of fucking himself again with this thing not once but twice in one night. There was nothing he'd love more than to show Hizashi how he took this thing. That he could take it without a second thought. He wants to put on a show that his husband could record if he fucking wants. He didn't care what kind of show he put on for him so long as it got his husband off. It had him squirming at the thought of having that camera set up and making another video. Or maybe two videos.
Hizashi had been talking lately about wanting to get a POV blowjob scene from him and he wanted the same when Hizashi explained the specifications about it. But God if he didn't want to show off how he could take this toy. He wanted to hear how his husband would react to him shoving this thing into his gaping hole. To fuck himself with it while those green eyes were burning at him. Watching him. It had him wriggling in place with his knees digging into the mattress eagerly as he jerked his hips in time with his thrusting hand.
Not wanting to speed it along but rather moving in tandem together. He knew if he wanted something better, he should have stuck it to the headboard, but he hadn't been thinking about anything other than getting this damn monster inside of himself. He was jerking, jolting, twisting with each rub of that dildo over his prostate. It was so fucking big he didn't need to angle it or anything of the sort. Not when it was so thick did it fill him up enough to make rubbing at that spot perfect. Absolutely unavoidable.
It had him moaning into the pillow wantonly with that silent plea to it. That maybe somehow, someway, Hizashi would know, and he'd come speeding home. It had his stomach fluttering at the thought as he rocked on his knees to meet the thrusts he gave with his right hand while his fingers of his left hand clawed at the blanket. Yanking at it restlessly before clutching a fistful of fabric to his palm. Fuck, it had his thighs shaking when he threw his head back into the pillow with a wail leaving himself at the sharp thrust he gave.
So full, so full, so full. He couldn't breathe without feeding into the fullness he felt in his lower half. The discomfort that pulsed like a background sound as he snapped the toy into him in sharp thrusts that had his hips wriggling. Arching higher with his erection throbbing maddeningly against his stomach when he bit harshly at his lip. He then jerked his left hand impatiently at the blankets but not yet. He couldn't touch. Not yet. Not until he was right there. And God help him if he wasn't getting there faster than he thought.
If he wasn't mortifyingly close to an orgasm as he rocked himself fast, fast, fast on his knees with his hand increasing the speed of his thrusting. Moving quickly in time with his hips while he rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The speed, his movements, had that shitty spring in the mattress creaking lightly beneath his weight as he huffed into the pillow. Snapping that dildo into himself with his inner walls spasming then clamping down tightly around the silicone thing. So much for his thoughts on taking this slow the first time.
On taking his time with it. He slammed that dildo into himself as he huffed with that twisting hunger beneath his skin screaming for more, more, more. He wanted more out of this situation than he initially realized but God if this wasn't satisfying it. He was close to coming already. Whether that was from the fullness of his lower half, the size of the dildo, or the constant brushes against his prostate he had not a clue. But he was almost relieved. He had no clue how long he'd been stretched out on the bed touching himself.
Not one but he was ready to bring this to a close. Ready to tie off the scene already even if his orgasm felt much, much, much too soon. Was he overwhelmed? Perhaps. Was he so full he could hardly breathe? Yes. God, fuck yes, he was. He was stuffed so full that he swore he could feel this damn thing in his stomach. An "organ rearrangement" as he heard some dildos be referred too. It was a disgusting, cliché thought but God if it didn't feel it. If he didn't feel hot at the thought that he was so full it was indeed reaching his stomach.
It had his toes curling tightly as sweat formed along his hair line. The pillow beneath his cheek soaked from his shameless drooling. And then his phone began to ring. It had him moaning in frustration as he jerked his hips back to fuck himself on the toy that he thrusted into him in snapping thrusts that had him huffing. Gasping. He felt that irritation rearing its ugly head in his chest when he forced his eyes open. His head angling for him to focus his good eye on the ringing device. He recognized the ringtone.
It was Hizashi's. He moaned at the thought of stopping but his husband would be worried should he call back but he'd be more worried to hear his breathless voice, wouldn't he? Especially when he'd said to the blonde, he wasn't feeling too alright and planned on napping when he got home. Would Hizashi expect him to answer the phone? Or could it wait? He whimpered to himself at the indecision threatening to rip him apart when he merely shut his eyes again. He began thrusting the dildo into himself faster.
Faster, faster, faster. Rocking himself in time with this changed speed with the slick squelches of the lube and silicone rubbing together filling the quiet of the bedroom. Deafening over the soft, slow music he had playing on the speaker. God, he couldn't even tell the rhythm nor the song over the quiet throbbing in his ears of his heartbeat. It was hard. Rocking on his knees, he listened to the sounds cresting around him. The squelches of his thrusting dildo. The ragged, heaving pants he took as his hair rustled over the pillowcase.
It was a deafening sound in his ears. Louder than the sound of his own mewls, whimpers, whines and moans. Groans and quiet grunts himself. His arm was a bit tired if he was honest with himself. Thrusting the dildo into himself quickly, he forced his left hand to let go of its hold on the blanket to dive downwards. Sliding his fingers slickly over the underside of his throbbing erection, he curled his fingers around the dripping thing. And giddily, he began to stroke himself in time with the quick thrusts of the toy he was giving himself.
Shallow thrusts that rang out deafeningly in the quiet as the toy rubbed over his prostate again, again, again. Wave after wave of heat snapped up his back had his thighs jerking and trembling. Had his head throwing itself back against the pillow at an odd angle as he thrusted the toy into himself. The slick squelches like shots of sound in the quiet of their bedroom. It sent shivers down his back when he tried to go faster, faster, faster as he rocked on his knees. God, it was so good to have this time alone.
Even if it was to jerk one out by himself. To take the time to fuck himself with a dildo that he'd been antsy waiting for three damn days. It had been lost briefly in transit but had been found thankfully with its delivery date being today. And God knows he was more than delighted to have had the package on their welcome mat. Huffing into the pillow with ragged pants scraping their way down his throat only to rasp out of him had his head spinning weakly. He shuddered with his back arching to pin his chest down to the mattress.
His heart thudding sickeningly against it. God, it was embarrassing the fluttering in his lower stomach that tightened quickly into a spark. A hot coal that had his thighs shaking at the thought of relief coming. Even his hole, which throbbed frantically around the dildo, seemed to tighten at the thought of that orgasm. Inner walls clamping down tightly around the dildo. Pulling at it as if to coaxing it to come. To milk it of come it didn't have but God if it didn't have him moaning delightedly at the thought of reaching his end.
Finally. He jerked his hips back to meet the quick thrusts he set for himself as he chased after that spark that was twisting into his stomach tighter, tighter, tighter. His phone began to ring again with Hizashi's ring tone but fuck him if he couldn't care less. He was charging towards an early orgasm, and he wants to get there. To jump into the shower before his husband came home at the very least. He arched his hips back with his hand working to slam that fat dildo into himself faster, faster, faster. He had to be faster.
Shuddering when it rubbed over his prostate getting his lashes to flutter on his cheeks. His racing pants to tremble in his throat with his hand flying over his erection. Fast, fast, fast. Thrusting shamelessly into his hand then back to meet the thrusts of the dildo. He was clawing his way up to that cresting orgasm faster than he thought he would with the shameless rubs against his prostate. He huffed into his pillow with that shitty spring squeaking out rhythmically beneath him. Following along with his rocking.
He slammed the dildo into himself with inner walls spasming. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing around the toy. His erection throbbing frantically in his hand. Hot, hot, hot. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. He rocked himself quickly on his knees with his mouth snapping shut with teeth gritting together as he squirmed and twisted with feet trying to press to the bed. As if he could run away from this early orgasm of his. He knew there was no stopping it when his prostate was being rubbed at relentlessly.
When he was fucking himself so goddamn good with this monster of a dildo. The biggest dick he's ever had in him, real or silicone and it had him mewling out pleadingly. A rather lewd sound in the bedroom but God he couldn't care. He can't care that he sounds shameless. That he sounds like a slut. He was a slut. For all intents and purposes, he was. After all, a slut would find a big dick inside them this pleasing, wouldn't they? It was like Hizashi always playing with his words; he was a cock-slut who needed a dick inside of him to feel fulfilled.
To feel good. It had his head spinning just to recall those words as he mewled out again as he stroked himself fast. Squeezing fiercely at the throbbing shaft in his hand with twists and curves up near the head. Rolling his palm quickly over the dripping head of his erection with huffing pants being taken desperately. He squirmed and twisted against the blankets with that orgasm twisting tightly into his lower stomach as he clawed up, up, up. Pounding that damn toy into himself with that discomfort long forgotten.
He panted with his eyes rolling up behind his fluttering eyelids with lashes tickling his hot cheeks. He slammed the toy into himself with a giddiness with his left hand jerking himself off which only worked in tandem to get him to come. To hurry, hurry, hurry for the blonde was surely waiting for him. Was needing him for something. He rocked on his knees faster, faster, faster. Ohhhhh, he needed to move faster. He had sworn he'd take it slow and easy but God he needed to come already. He needed to come right now.
The rubs over his prostate were driving him insane. They were driving him up the wall as he panted into the wet fabric of the pillowcase that was utterly drenched from his shameless drooling. So close, so close, so close. Each rub over his prostate had him jerking, jolting, with twitches as he listened to his voice raising higher. Raising louder. He was painfully loud, and he knew his sounds would carry through the bedroom door, but he couldn't stop himself. Not when he was teetering on that edge that had him drooling anew.
When the head was ripping up his back in relentless waves that simply wouldn't leave him be. Were one right after the other as his gasps became airy heaves to his itching lungs. Pounding the toy into himself with his hand working to stroke fast, fast, fast. Squeezing shamelessly at his throbbing erection, he curved and twisted his hand over himself. God, did he wish that he had more hands to play with his balls that had pre-come dripping off of them no doubt. He was making a damn mess, and he loves it.
He could feel the lube dripping in thin lines down his thighs slightly from the overuse of it but he didn't care. Not when his world was shrinking down to that hot, boiling point where nothing mattered but getting off. Where nothing mattered but the idea of Hizashi flinging open those bedroom doors right now and catching him fucking himself with this giant dildo. A toy that was reaching so deep he swore he could feel it in his stomach. So big he swore he would feel the bulge of it if he touched his stomach.
It was a thought that had him gasping when he bucked his hips back when his thighs tensed up on him. When he gasped in a breath before rolling his head to bury his head into the pillow to howl out as he thrusted shamelessly into his hand. And he was over. He was done. He was falling with his inner walls clamping down so damn hard around the dildo it almost hurt. It almost brought that discomfort back as muscles seemed to throb as he stiffened up. Shaking as that tingling rush raced up his thighs.
And his orgasm exploded into his stomach with his erection pulsing in his grasp. Throbbing with spurts leaving him frantically as he howled louder, louder, louder into the pillow with each spurt leaving him. God, it felt so good, so good, so gooood! He swore nothing felt better as that heat pounded over his head leaving him shouting into the pillow he'd been drooling so shamelessly onto. The white-hot heat twisted into him in waves that pounded at him. Leaving him shaking, shaking, shaking in the bursting heat beneath his skin.
His stomach flexed fiercely much like his tightly tensed thighs that shook. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. His inner walls were throbbing around the dildo as if trying to milk it dry. The same way he would with Hizashi. He was drowning, drowning, drowning with each wave of that white-hot heat slamming over him. Leaving his chest tight as he panted into the pillow with his howl cut off. Stroking himself quickly to aid the spurts that seemed frantic to leave him. Absolutely desperate as he throbbed in his grasp.
His come splattering up onto his stomach and chest with each line leaving him as he shook, shook, shook. Rocking his hips back and forth, back and forth between his hand that clawed at his ass cheek once it let go of the dildo he clenched tightly around. Nails digging into his skin that had him moaning weakly into the pillow. Hot, hot, hot. There was so much heat under his skin that it felt insufferable. He was choking. Drowning. Suspended in a white-hot space that was sucking him absolutely dry.
Shuddering, his hips added in the weaker spurt leaving him before he was sighing out when that heat twisted under his skin before then rushing out of him leaving him slumping into the bed. The white-hot heat oozing out of him slowly with nails raking beneath his skin when he released the hold on his ass cheek. Reaching weakly to grab the end of the dildo his inner walls spasmed around. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. He swallowed as he pulled at the dildo weakly. Easing it out of himself slowly, slowly, slowly.
It slipped out of him with a vulgar, wet squelch before he dropped it to the bed then flipped himself over. Rolling onto his back, he hit the bed with a gasp as the cool air hit his uncomfortable hot face when his head hit the other pillow. Puffing around his ears as he stared up at the ceiling gasping in his breaths. He felt the slick touch of the dildo against his left thigh causing him to twitch. Angled awkwardly between his spread thighs as he released the tight hold on his twitching erection that was beginning to soften.
He panted raggedly in the silence of that squelching. Of the desperate, reedy sounds leaving himself. His inner walls spasmed in weak flutters but he felt loose. Empty. He stared at the ceiling with his gasping pants when he rolled his head over the pillow to find the time staring him in the face. Five-oh-five pm. He'd been masturbating, taking his time feeling himself, for close to an hour bordering on two. Nearly two hours of laying on the bed toying and teasing himself before he truly got down to it.
Before he got into active masturbation. An hour meant rediscovering his body again; something he hadn't quite been deprived of but something he'd been mesmerized by. He didn't regret the time that had slipped past him so effortlessly while he'd been exploring himself. Touching himself. He groaned before forcing himself up, wild black locks swaying against his upper back with curls brushing his uncomfortably hot cheeks. Reaching over for his phone to find a few texts from his husband that had been lost to him in the wake of his orgasm.
Unlocking his phone screen with shaking hands, he tapped on the notifications to find that his husband had indeed gone grocery shopping as the man requested help. When he didn't answer, the blonde had replied that he'd take care of it if he was sleeping. He couldn't help a soft smile as he panted shakily before turning his phone screen off then swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Taking a deep breath to try and break them up, he pushed himself up on shaking legs then fell back down. Weak.
Swallowing, he slid his feet over the floor before pushing off again with a grunt only to stumble forward on shaking legs, but he used the momentum to carry himself to the bathroom. He flicked the lights on blindly when he found himself pausing before the mirror. His hair was an absolute rat's nest of curls and knots that brushed at his flushed cheeks. Wild curls that framed the blotchy blush over his face that had him pinching his lips together slightly as it spread down to his collar bone in a soft red hue.
The slick mess of his left cheek from his shameless drooling. The sweat dripping down his cheek towards his jaw. A cold shower would be the best, wouldn't it? Just to rinse off. He swore it. He felt strangely tender in the absence of that large toy inside of him. He wouldn't quite call it pain but it would be uncomfortable in the morning if he followed this with a round of sex with his husband. And he watched himself bite at his lip before tearing his gaze away as he stumbled forward the shower to turn the handle.
He then sat on the toilet seat to work his prosthetic leg off when he let out a shuddering exhale. God, that was fucking amazing. He really needed to make more time for it, shouldn't he? Masturbation was healthy. Masturbation was something every male had discovered at a young age. Something that was perfected over time. Even women could say they had the pleasure of discovering masturbation. And here he was, all but deprived of it. He was letting himself be deprived of it. He needed to have more alone time than he got.
Dammit, he was going to make sure that he got it. But first, he needed to get cleaned up before going out there to meet his husband. It sent a shiver down his back how Hizashi would react if he strutted out there without a stitch on himself. If he bent himself over the counter to insist, he fuck him right, then and there. To fuck him silly in the kitchen in a way they hadn't done since they first moved into the house. He wants nothing more than to see the blonde's reaction to that pretty, pretty dildo sitting on their blankets.
Fuck him, he was going to have to strip the bed when he got out. He let out another shuddering groan when he stood up then reached for the new handlebars that the blonde had installed on either side of the shower. Pushing the curtain out of the way, he then grunted as he heaved himself up on the bar awkwardly to get his leg into the shower. Jolting at the cool temperature, he heaved himself in then let go of the bars to slide his hands over the wet shower wall. Shutting the curtain again and spinning awkwardly on his foot.
Tipping his face up with a jolt to the cool water as his softened dick twitched between his thighs when he shuddered. God, he wanted to masturbate more often. No matter how mortifying the conversation was, he'd have to have it with his husband. After all, he'd have to explain the new shiny toys for their drawer. It had another shiver running down his back as he balanced precariously as he ran his hands over his wet hair again. After this shower, he'd get his mind out of the gutter long enough to mention it.
Just long enough to mention it then he'd do whatever he wanted while they had this time alone. He wasn't the type of man to have sex back-to-back like this but there was an odd heat in thinking about having sex with his husband. Especially after taking that fat dildo the way he had, he couldn't help a shudder. A tingle racing down his back unrelated to that cool water pattering at the top of his head only to streak down his face. He didn't do sex back-to-back but he didn't mind it. He didn't mind that at all.