Alone Time

by CrypticBeans

Shouta is no stranger to masturbation. In fact, times when his husband is on patrol are the times he indulges in a new toy he bought for their ever-growing collection. And he's more than excited to share some new toys with his husband.

2. Hizashi's Solo Time!

This took me a while! A very long while but I appreciate any patience shown for this! Here is the long awaited second chapter! I've been working on it for a bit and recently had the patience to really focus on getting this short little fic done! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I just want to thank you all for the kudos, hits, bookmarks and the like for this fic! I appreciate it more than you know! It's really made me absolutely happy and I hope this fic continues to be shown any amount of love or adoration for it! Thankfully it is finally done and I'm moving on to other things! So I hope you all enjoy this long awaited chapter and I'll see you all in another one-shot! Until we meet again ❤️

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The quiet sound of humming carried in the quiet.

The light taps of his fingers on the keyboard.

Quiet rustling of the leaves outside with the light, idle breeze.

Hizashi was content. There were times the quiet was so deafening it weighed on his hearing aids with a shrill whine. There were times when it was nice to not be going, going, going all of the time. When he had time to sit down and reflect on his day. To sip at a hot cup of tea while admiring the weather outside. To do the laundry while the TV murmured behind him as he folded it. There was a tranquility when he was on his own that was appreciated.

When he had the down time to do what he wanted before his family would come squirming through the front door together. As much as he adored them, there were moments that he'd rather experience alone. Moments he wanted to keep to himself rather than having another involvement of his family. It was something that his husband, oddly enough, was in agreement with. There were moments he wanted nothing more than too share with his family and his husband.

However, there were also moments he'd spend alone. After all, it wasn't practical to imagine him being with his family twenty-four seven. There were going to be things he missed, things he'd fail to be there for, and he had accepted that when taking on Hitoshi and Eri. He knew that he wouldn't be there for every insignificant moment. And he knew they also needed their space in order to breathe. Something he was more than willing to give them.

In fact, alone time was something he believed was needed for a person to remain functioning. After all, moments alone were often what he needed to reset. It was often something that helped him balance himself. In fact, it was something he felt guilty over when his husband had come to him a few days back with the insistence on more alone time. They'd had a sit-down talk. Something he liked to have with his husband when they needed to speak honestly.

And Shouta had laid it out plainly for him; that he appreciated the love and support but he needed time alone again. That he understood they were all anxious but that if he didn't have more alone time that he would "rip his hair out." And he'd felt guilty. Horrible. He hadn't realized he'd been smothering his husband subconsciously. That he had been too overbearing. Of course, it was natural, wasn't it? That was something his husband was quick to point out.

That with the recent changes and the recent injuries, it only made sense that they were overprotective. His husband had gone out of his way to sugarcoat to walk around the problem until he'd begged him to be honest. Begged him to be blunt with him. And from what his husband laid out, he understood how overbearing not only himself but the kids had been. He'd felt horrible that he left his husband feeling like he had no choice. No chance of being alone.

And he had done his best from last week to now to give his husband ample time alone should he ask. He was more than happy giving his husband the time that he needed alone to feel that he could reset. And God knows the few times he'd come home, his husband had been beaming. Absolutely delighted to welcome them home. It was a wonder what some time alone could do for Shouta and he was more than determined to continue giving him that alone time.

To continue giving him the moments he needed to reset himself. Hell, just the other afternoon he'd come home to find Shouta curled up on the couch with a book in his hands. A coffee on the table. He'd look so content curled up against the arm of the couch when he'd welcomed home with that all too familiar warmth. A beaming delight. And God, he swore his husband never looked lovelier than he did when he smiled at him like that.

When he was so happy that it radiated out of him effortlessly. His husband had been utterly radiant with each day that slipped by, bringing with it a new chance to be alone. While it took the Hitoshi and Eri convincing, they too stopped breathing down Shouta's neck. They kept a watchful eye on him, however, despite his warnings not too. Eri seemed to wriggle and fidget when she was in the living room and Shouta on the back porch.

Hitoshi would gravitate that way to which he would have to call him back to the living room. The teen always seemed unhappy about it as he curled up in the chair with a pout on his lips. Two weeks of this treatment had gone by with him giving his husband every opportunity to give his husband the alone time he needed. The moments to reset himself and make sure that he was alright. He did everything he could to keep his husband from worrying.

He picked up the slack on the chores around the house so his husband would have little to worry about. Late at night, he'd massage the stump of his right thigh gently with vitamin E lotion in the hopes that his scarring wouldn't be too awful. He pampered his husband in the shower with the black-haired man swaying when he would knead at his tense back. Rub at his shoulders. Scrub gently at his skin until goosebumps were raising on his skin as he shuddered before him.

And when Shouta signaled he wanted a moment alone? Well, he happily jumped out of the shower. He did everything he could and more to make sure that his husband was comfortable. That he was happy. And he could see it by the third week that his husband was absolutely soaking up his time alone. He was radiant. It was like looking at the old Shouta once again, much to his delight. He was doing his best to make sure that his husband was happy. The way that any spouse should.

What he hadn't realized was that in giving his husband so much alone time that he was sacrificing his own. It had been a slow, creeping realization about the third week in. One that had him surprised. While he wasn't the type to neglect his needs, he was hesitant to vocalize anything to his husband. To tell him about his growing need for alone time of his own. He tried to swallow it down. To ignore it. After all, his husband deserved alone time after the three of them breathed down his neck.

After they'd been smothering him. But it was something he hadn't realized would lead to Eri clinging to him. That she would be coming to him for the smallest thing that interrupted any chance of alone time. Even Hitoshi seemed to gravitate closer to him than normal despite his lessons with Shouta. He'd been surprised by how quickly the three of them began to spend more time together. How the housework kept him so exhausted physically until his grading took over to tire him out mentally.

Task after task that was given to him for him to complete that by the time they were hitting the bed, he was out like a light. He was constantly going, going, going. Trying his best to give his husband the alone time that he had begged for previously. But he could see it as they entered the fourth week that there was a pinch to those full lips. There was a pout that refused to dissipate off of them as black brows squeezed together.

A dissatisfaction to his husband when he was herding everyone out the door to give his husband the afternoon to do as he pleased. It was a dissatisfaction he felt in his own chest, yet he hadn't wanted to breathe a word of it. Not when his husband seemed so happy about his alone time. He hadn't wanted Shouta to feel like he was whining. That he was complaining after taking on so much of the workload when that was far from the case. If anything, he likes being busy.

He likes having something to do with his hands and time. He didn't want to be the husband that whined and complained the moment that weight was put on him. He didn't want to be that man to his husband. He wanted to take on the load the best that he could while giving Shouta his breathing room. He knew he'd been wrong to smother him the way that he had. That he had let their children worry over Shouta the way he had. He didn't want his husband to think he was selfish.

That he was greedy. He wanted his husband to continue beaming. He wanted him to cuddle up to him because he was so overjoyed. He wanted him to chuckle and smile at him with that besotted adoration when he was spun in his arms. He wanted his husband to be carefree. To not worry about a damn thing. To have his alone time when he needed it. How he needed it. There didn't need to be a why, but rather his husband nearly needed to say when he wanted alone time and he'd give it.

He was taking on all that he could, but he knew it wasn't healthy. And yet there was a dissatisfaction that continued to grow in his husband when he gave him his time alone by the fourth week. A dissatisfaction that made itself known when they were climbing into bed together

they were cuddling up with his head tucking itself beneath his chin. When he was turning in for the night rather than focusing on sex. And he'd felt horrible. Absolutely horrible about his fatigue, but what more could he do? Four going on five weeks of this treatment seemed to be the tipping point for Shouta. The black-haired man had been rather resolute when he sat him down one morning before Hitoshi or Eri woke. Had questioned him about his fatigue. About his busy work schedule.

About the lack of sex. About the lack of touches. About his lack of personal time. About how he was constantly going, going, going. There had been worry heavy laced in his husband's voice as he spoke. A worry that glittered in those mismatched eyes of his. It had damn near broken his heart to hear and see his husband look so worried for him. While he'd tried his best to wave it off, his husband was stubborn. He was like a dog that refused to let go of its bite.

Shouta would hang on until he was gushing. Explaining. And God, it damn near broke his heart over how guilty Shouta had looked when he explained his reasoning. He hadn't expected it, but together they'd gone onto the back porch with drinks in hand. Shouta had held his hand with that quiet insistence that it wasn't wrong. That he'd been overworking himself for months. And he had to admit that he had been. He'd been working harder than usual to make sure their home was perfect.

That everything was running smoothly. And yet during that time he'd been smothering his husband. He'd been joking, but God had he smothered the black-haired man. He felt guilty asking his husband if he could have an afternoon alone. The way those fingers had touched his cheeks, how his face was cupped, had been so tender. So sweet. He'd sworn he just needed one afternoon to answer emails. To get his head back on his shoulders, and then he'd get back to working the way he had been.

And God, it had been so sweet how his husband had assured him that it didn't need to be that way. Had suggested leaving some chores for him to do. His husband had taken the time to reassure him that he deserved alone time just as he did. He loved their open communication. He loved being able to simply talk to his husband and know that he was heard. No matter how he felt, he was heard by his husband who took the time to help piece him back together.

Helped to reassure his fears and worries. And curled up on their back porch swing together? Hands cupping his face with the warmth of his husband's smile aimed his way? God, it had melted him through. It had left him absolutely thankful his husband was so understanding. He had not a clue if the past four weeks were merely his husband watching him more closely or the alone time he'd been given. Whatever it was, Shouta had worked away his hesitation. His worry.

When he had suggested an outing for Shouta to take the kids out on, the black-haired man had readily agreed with him. From there, the morning had been filled with those full lips pressing against his face until his cheeks were hot and giggles had come all the more easily together. To have a relationship like the one he had with his husband was something of a dream. He never thought he'd have a relationship like it.

Never one moment did it feel that his grief, his worries, and his pains were insignificant to his husband. In fact, he swore his husband cared more about how he felt than he felt about his own feelings. A never-ending cycle where he worried about Shouta and Shouta worried for him. Both kept an eye on the other to make sure that they were okay. He'd asked for the next day to be their outing, and Shouta had agreed. For that Saturday, his husband got the afternoon for himself.

And Sunday afternoon would be his. Something they worked out effortlessly together, with his husband insisting they figure out a schedule but he'd yet to commit. Yet to agree with his husband about the idea of flip-flopping their alone time. He knew they'd work it out, but he didn't want to commit to something just yet. His husband deserved more alone time when he could give it, and he was determined to give that to his husband.

But when Shouta had woken this morning, he'd been bright-eyed for the first time in a rather long time. He'd woken up not much later than his husband to fingers drifting over his cheek. Touching his hair. Fiddling with his fingers as his left leg twisted between his and his right thigh hitched around his waist. Soft, gentle touches with the morning light highlighting those black curls that had formed a rats nest over night. How sweet it had been waking to those gentle, loving touches from his husband.

Shouta hadn't hesitated in kissing his face gently. A quiet morning together with lips pressing kisses to pink cheeks. Hands tracing along sides and cheeks. Twisting into hair playfully. A morning that had felt longer than it truly was twisted up together. A warmth being shared together that he could half forget that the afternoon was going to be his for the night. He'd been so delighted in kissing the black-haired man's face until it was pink.

A charming, beautiful pink that had made his heart flutter when he'd inevitably coaxed himself to put his hearing aids in. Listening to the quiet laughter of his husband's that he knew would be sworn wasn't giggling later on, but he adored the sound of it. Kissing, touching, holding. Curling, twisting, and interlocked together. So twisted up this morning, he'd not known where his legs ended and Shouta's did. Arms curled around him with hands in his hair.

He loved their lazy mornings when they could simply be. Where the two of them could simply exist with one another without the worry of the outside world. Without the pressures of their job. Of who they had to be. It was so nice taking those mornings of theirs and relaxing the way that they did. He'd been happily kissing at his husband's face and throat when Eri had come knocking on their bedroom doors. Asking in her timid way to come in. For breakfast.

And he'd happily crawled out of bed to open the doors for their daughter who had hugged onto his waist until he scooped her up. Bringing her to the bed while Shouta had crawled out of it, reaching for his cane, and insisting that he get coffee put on for the both of them. Until he was ready to come out and make breakfast, which he normally waited for Hitoshi to wake for. He'd be more than happy to give Eri a bowl of cereal or frozen waffles. But Shouta insisted on healthy breakfasts for the girl.

He'd been happy to give a cuddle to his daughter, who had cuddled into his side as she watched her morning cartoons on their TV until Shouta had come in with cups of coffee for the both of them. From there, it was merely a matter of getting through breakfast and lunch before Shouta took everyone out for the afternoon. The black-haired man had given him a peck on the cheek and promised to be home by dinner time.

That had been three hours ago at noon.

According to the clock on his laptop, it was now three o' six. The silence of their home weighed down on his hearing aids in the appearance of a light whine. There was, of course, the padding of cat paws running and walking down the hallway. Entering the living room with curious eyes on him. The jingle of bells on collars. Hell, he even had Sterling curled up in his lap, purring away like a motorboat. Cappella against his right thigh and Simba against his left.

All purring in harmony around him when he gave the occasional pet. Dragging his teeth over his lip, he stared at his email with the cursor of his unfinished email blinking at him. He didn't want to spend his entire afternoon working on emails. He found his hands hovering over the keyboard before he lifted his hands up to shut the screen. Cutting off the glowing light from it. He reached down and, much to his disappointment, moved Sterling off of his lap.

The small gray cat complained to him in response, but he stood up quickly before she could jump in his lap again. His laptop held to his side, he made his way between the coffee table and couch. Making his way forward to the doorway of the living room where Void was curled up sleeping with Cosmo. It had him smiling softly down at the pair as he made his way over the threshold carefully into the hallway. Making his way down the hallway with the soft thud of his socked feet on the floor filling the quiet.

He adored his time alone, but some part of him couldn't wait for his family to come home. To have the walls filled with Eri's gentle voice that would grow louder and more animated the longer she talked. To listen as Hitoshi bickered with Shouta in a way that was becoming more common. But there was also something so nice about the silence around him. He was growing restless, however, answering email after email on his laptop.

He didn't know what he wanted, but he wants to move. He didn't understand where this restlessness was coming from. Shouta had taken on the morning duties of mopping floors, stacking dishes in the dishwasher, and wiping down the surfaces once he'd put his prosthetic leg on. There wasn't much for him to do. He felt aimless. As if he wasn't sure what to do with himself. What did he want to do? What was there for him to do? Something that would shut his mind off?

Something mindless? What could he do with himself without scrubbing the house top to bottom? What did he do that didn't involve making sure his husband had nothing to do by the time he got home? He knew that Shouta was making dinner; that was inevitable. The man was as stubborn as he had been when he'd gotten hurt after the USJ incident. The black-haired man had all but challenged him to say no when he mentioned cooking tonight.

He didn't want to fight on it. Not when he was being given the afternoon to do as he pleased. Making his way into the kitchen, he hummed quietly under his breath as he made his way to the small hallway of theirs. The thud of his feet over the floor was deafening when he made his way down the hallway. His hair swayed comfortably against his back as the bright afternoon light of their bedroom spilled into the hallway. Making his way down it, he put a pep to his step as he flew forward.

A hand reaching out to nudge the doors open wider. Stepping into their bedroom, he turned to shut the doors when he heard a chorus of collar bells running for him. He shut the doors quickly, then flipped the lock. What did he want to do now? He wasn't the type to take a nap. That was more his husband's area, but he wasn't averse to the idea of taking a short nap. Leaning against the bedroom doors, fingers drumming on his laptop lightly, he felt he could try for a nap.

A short one. He didn't wake up well, but he also didn't want to throw off his schedule for tomorrow at work. He didn't want to be up late tonight. But what did he do? Could he lay in bed and scroll on TikTok? It was certainly an option. He could wrap himself up in their weighted blanket, tug the shades together, and curl up in the darkness. Scroll on TikTok or perhaps watch a movie on Netflix. He could do whatever he wanted with the final two hours of his afternoon.

What did he want to do? What sounded the best? He leaned against his doors, causing them to rattle lightly, when he found his gaze flicking over to the dresser. At their top drawer where the newest addition to it sat. Oh, he'd been awed when Shouta had turned red when he pointed it out. He'd been curious about it, naturally, and his husband had admitted to using it once or twice. It had left him in awe. How did something like that fit inside of his husband?

How did something like that be used not once but twice? It had left him painfully curious, but with how red Shouta had gotten, he knew something's were better left unsaid. Left better to the imagination until the black-haired man had the confidence to show him. Until then, it would be something of Shouta's private time and something he could easily use his imagination for. It was a beautiful toy; that much he'd made clear to his husband when he'd looked over it.

The colors were soft but, oh, so breathtakingly beautiful. The gradient of colors had always been a weak spot for him as he loved that type of coloring. However, his husband had been quick to grab what they needed before shutting the drawer again red-faced. As if he were embarrassed about having bought it. Over admitting that he had used it twice on himself. He wanted to question him about the dildo, but he'd kept his questions to himself.

Even the urge to tease had been ignored as they went about their night. However, the black-haired man had hinted at a toy being in the closet for him. And he'd found it effortlessly. Tucked in the corner of their closet, hidden behind boots, was a box. A medium-sized box that, when he pulled it out, had revealed itself to be a masturbator. A fleshlight. He'd never used one before, never seen the need for one but he had also never thought of buying one.

But he couldn't deny he'd felt his face burn at the realization his husband bought it for him. The goal for it was to be used by either himself or Shouta. It was a simplistic fleshlight, and while he'd returned it to the closet, he couldn't stop thinking about it. The idea that Shouta had gone out of his way to buy something like that with the idea of one or both using it? It had heat tingling in his cheeks again when he squeezed his laptop to his chest slightly.

He found his gaze flicking to the closet where he'd tucked the box away again earlier before settling in to answer emails. When was the last time he masturbated? When was the last time he had even thought of touching himself? When was the last time he had the time to touch himself? He had taken on so much in the past two weeks to make sure that his husband was content. But even before that, he had been neglecting his own needs.

He'd been more than happy to fuck his husband when he could that masturbation had been forgotten. After all, the last thing he wanted was his husband to find him jerking off and thinking he wasn't enough. That he didn't want him. And that was far from the truth. Shouta was more than enough for him. Sex with Shouta was so fulfilling he couldn't imagine feeling ungrateful. Not when their sex life was more active than ever. But was there supposed to be shame in touching himself?

Was there to be some kind of shame attached to masturbating? He knew that sex with his husband was always possible, but not everyone was in the mood for it. And masturbating as a whole was an itch that needed scratching. No matter how active a sex life was, masturbation was something that came naturally. He knew he could easily wave this off. Say no. Curl up in his blanket and scroll or watch a show he'd been meaning to watch.

But there was something so good about the idea of masturbating. Like he was getting something off his chest that he hadn't known had been festering. Welling up. He'd been too tired for sex over the past four weeks, and he could use a refresher. Use something to kickstart his libido and be ready for tonight. To make love to his husband tonight the way that he'd been wanting too. But he couldn't deny that the fatigue had kept him from even thinking of having sex.

Had kept sex as a whole off of his tired mind when he was turning in for the night. When was the last time they fucked? When was the last time that he touched himself? They were honestly fair questions for himself, and he knew that he didn't need to think twice. He knew he didn't need to hesitate about watching these videos of theirs. Didn't need to feel guilty over touching himself this afternoon. Masturbation sounded damn good to him.

It was like a dessert following a rather large meal. It had him fidgeting in place when he tore his gaze from the dresser to the closet. And after seeing that pretty, pretty dildo of his husband's? He knew that he was using it. If he had used it "once or twice," then that meant his alone time was spent masturbating. And that was a thought that had his stomach fluttering when he dragged his teeth over his lip. If Shouta was masturbating alone, then surely he could do the same, couldn't he?

There was nothing stopping him. If anything, he didn't even need to resort to watching something off of Pornhub and imagining it as them. He had videos of the two of them on his laptop. Beautifully edited videos that he could use to get off too if he was going to be smug about it. If Shouta can masturbate and still have the drive for sex, then he could do the same. After all, no one was here telling him what to do with his alone time; now was it there?

He fidgeted slightly before he took a breath as he pushed off the doors into the bedroom. He tossed his laptop onto the bed, then turned on his feet to face the closet. Rushing forward with his hands reaching out to touch the doors, he tugged them open and then stepped into the small space. Shoving clothing aside until he was looking at the box he'd tucked back in the closet corner. Reaching down, he scooped it up, then stepped back out of the clothing and closet.

Shutting the doors again, he looked down at the box in his hand, displaying the fleshlight. It had two attachments inside: a vagina and an ass. It was something that had his face flushing when he made his way to the bed, where he climbed up onto it. He then turned to the bedside table for scissors. Tugging open the drawer, he reached in for the pair of scissors they kept there and began cutting the circles of tape on top of the box. Then stuck his fingers underneath the edge to get the top open.

It popped open successfully, to which he tossed the scissors next to him on the bed when he reached into the box. Jumping when he felt a soft plastic that he used to tug it out of the box. With it came another piece onto the bed wrapped in that same white plastic. He tore it open, then slid it down to reveal the fleshlight. It had him awed at the sight of it. A simplistic fleshlight with two different heads for it. The end, according to the box, can be twisted for a suction or popped off.

That had him curious. That it could come off to thrust all the way through. He didn't need anything fancy like those sucking or vibrating ones, but something simple for the first time fleshlight was better than nothing. He tipped the box over to find a small pamphlet within that he reached for. Flipping it open, he read the small words written on the paper before climbing off of the bed with the fleshlight in hand. It was recommended he soak it in hot water first.

It would give him ample time to get himself hard. Give him time to gawk over their homemade videos for just a bit. He padded forward to the bathroom, where he flicked the light on and stepped into the small space. Turning to the sink, he reached out to twist the hot water knob, allowing water to gush into the sink. Placing the fleshlight down, he then dashed out to the bedroom again to lunge across the bed. Flipping open his laptop with his lock screen flashing to life.

Unlocking his laptop again, he closed his browser out, then scrolled his mouse over to the folder. Clicking on it, it brought up the videos waiting to be watched with rather beautiful thumbnails, if he said so himself. He then slid off the bed to dash back to the bathroom, where steam was radiating off of the water. He tugged the small tap on the back of the faucet to clog the drain. Water began filling the sink much to his delight when he stared at the fleshlight with a hum.

At least it was the head that looked like a hole rather than the vagina head. He half wondered if he should just toss it, but Shouta had bought it. He should wait to say something, shouldn't he? It's not like he was embarrassed to hide from his husband that he was masturbating with it. Shouta, however, was still a bit embarrassed admitting out loud that he was masturbating. He knew it was the one thing his husband believed to be private, and if so, then he'd let it be.

But he'd have to ask Shouta about tossing the vaginal head. It's not like he needed it, after all. Turning the water off, he slid the fleshlight into the water with a burble of bubbles rising to the surface. Good! He'd leave that for a few minutes, then come back when he was ready. Easy peasy! Turning on his feet, he took a trembling breath before happily rushing into the room when he hesitated before walking over to the windows.

Tugging the shades close before turning, then launching himself forward to fly onto the bed. He scrambled into place when he looked at the time. Three-ten. Not bad. He had an hour and a half to get off and be presentable for his family. He dragged his teeth over his lip as he tugged his laptop onto his lap. Picking slightly at his lip, he rolled his fingers over the mousepad; over the different videos they had. It was pretty decent, if he was honest with himself.

A decent count of six videos. Seven when he finished editing the one he was currently working on. He didn't think his afternoon would be spent masturbating, but who was going to tell him not to? If this is what he wanted from his afternoon, then who was he to tell himself no? If his husband could masturbate, then why couldn't he? Releasing the bite on his bottom lip, he rolled his fingers over the mouse pad, with the mouse on screen sliding over the videos.

Chuckling quietly at the names, he found himself clicking on the second one. Taking a slow breath to soothe the excitement fluttering in his chest, he fussed with the volume on his laptop to something low but acceptable. Something he could watch without the worry it'd carry through the bedroom doors. He pressed his back against the headboard with pillows squishing against his lower back. He curled his legs tightly together when he took another breath.

There was no one that was going to judge him. Not even Shouta would judge him for using their videos to get off. Taking a breath, he clicked on the play button. It was a simple video; nothing wild if he remembered right. He watched himself come into the frame with nothing more than a pair of boxers. His hair up in a half bun with Shouta sitting on his knees on the bed wearing his lacy boxers. Delicate floral pattern glowing against his skin with the side view of a cheek due to that open back.

Black curls spilled down his shoulders with a blush smothering itself over stubble-covered cheeks. Those brilliant dark eyes flicking to the camera shyly with his head ducking down slightly as if to hide that blushing face away from its view. Full lips parted slightly before his hand was tracing along his jaw with his head tilting back. Causing those loose curls to sway against his skin. How beautiful he looked on the screen before him when lips were coming together.

He felt oddly awed at the sight of himself and Shouta kissing on the screen. His fingers tracing along that jaw he knew the shape off like the back of his hand. But this time he could watch how Shouta leaned towards him slightly. A sway on his knees as his husband arched forward towards him as hands touched his waist. It was amazing. The little movements, the way he squirmed closer, had him riveted. It was his favorite thing about watching their videos.

To see how they instinctively arched towards one another. He watched himself being tugged onto the bed with his husband. The bed dipping beneath them due to their combined weight as arms curled around his shoulders. The angle of his head blocked off Shouta's red face, but he could make out their moving lips. Fingers playing with his hair. The way his own hands slid along his husband's waist before curving down to caress his thighs.

Sweeping backwards with hands sliding over his ass with a rub that had the man arching towards him. How his back arched slightly as his hands slid up them with fingers playing with the ends of black curls. How beautiful his husband looked in his arms had him in awe. The way his pale skin glowed in the lighting of the room. Glowed against him. It had him locked on with his fingers twisting together in his lap as he caught the light smack of their moving lips.

The quiet whisper was just barely audible enough to be picked up by the camera. A damn good camera. It had his lips parting slightly as he watched himself kissing the black-haired man on his screen. The quiet sighs leaving the both of them. The whisper of his hands moving over pale skin while Shouta tugged his hair down from its half-up do. His fingers twisting into his hair to cup the back of his head to hold him close just like he always did.

He loved watching the two of them together, and it was something he knew his husband adored. There had been one time he caught Shouta jerking off with their videos playing. He'd slammed his laptop shut with stuttered excuses, but he swore it was the hottest sex they'd had following it. It turned him on like nothing else to know his husband enjoyed their videos. That he got turned on watching them. He was riveted to the screen with its quiet smacks ringing out with his ands moved over his husband's skin.

Caressing the curve of his ass. His waist. Sliding along his thighs with fingertips tracing the lace. The edges of his boxers. It had him fascinated the longer he watched the screen. His fingers twisting in his lap when he then felt his dick twitch of interest when a quiet sound left his speakers. Indistinguishable, but God, it had him leaning forward to watch how his husband's arm uncurled from around his shoulder to slide his hand along his side. Slow.

Caresses that took their time felt the other with lips moving together as hands moved with a reverence that had him awed. In Porn, it was always rushed. Hot. Meant to get the watcher off fast. But this? This was better. He liked watching their slow, methodical movements on the screen as they touched one another with that quiet smack ringing out. That was one thing about Porn that he was a bit dissatisfied with: the kissing. It was always sloppy or didn't happen one bit.

But watching himself kiss the black-haired man had his fingers tightening together before his arms bent up. Resting his chin on his conjoined hands. Awed. He stared at the screen, watching the way his husband twisted and squirmed to fit into his arms properly. His hands moving over the curve of his waist backwards. His hands sliding up his back, causing it to arch with knees digging into the bed. His husband's hair was shorter than it was now, but he adored it.

He squirmed slightly with a shift of his weight when his dick gave another happy little twitch when another low sound left the speaker before him. He watched his hands slide over his husband's ass before squeezing at him with that kneading rhythm he'd recognize anywhere. It had his husband's breaths hitching audibly enough for it to be caught by the camera at the foot of their bed. God, he was so beautiful. Shouta glowed on the screen like an angel.

A beautiful sight he found himself locked onto as he watched with awe how he squirmed. Twitched. How his hips jutted back subtly to press his ass into his hands as his fingers kneaded at him. How his back arched with his lips sliding against his with hair swaying slightly against his shoulders. How beautiful he looked, twisting himself into his arms. Shouta looked sexy in those lacy boxers of his. Oh, they hugged him so tight. Hugged the shape of his hips and thighs perfectly.

The bulge of his dick against that thin fabric of his crotch with his skin glowing beneath the floral lace of his boxers. He watched his hands slide along Shouta's ass with fingers plucking at the string of that thong back as it ran between his cheeks. Fingertips drifting upwards along the center of his husband's back to get him squirming with a whine spilling out of the black-haired man. He watched Shouta's hands leave his hair and side to come together on his chest.

He unlocked his hands when he leaned back slightly with his hands drifting down to his chest uncertainly. He then slid his hand down to slip beneath the hem of his t-shirt with fingertips ghosting over his stomach. Causing muscles to tremble slightly beneath his touch as he watched his husband's fingers tweaking at his nipples on screen. The sound of his own whine breaking over the speakers caused them to crackle lightly.

Sliding his palms lightly over his nipples that, much to his delight, were beginning to tingle delightfully. Trailing his fingers over himself the way Shouta did on the screen had his stomach fluttering. Had his breaths trembling slightly when he felt a flicker of heat beneath his skin. Running over the surface of it. Watching himself squirm with his chest pushing into Shouta's hands. He drifted his palms and fingers over his nipples before fanning his hands out on his chest.

The pads of his fingers rubbing over his areolas firmly. He let out a trembling breath with his lashes fluttering shut briefly. Scratching lightly at the sensitive skin with his back arching slightly from the headboard as he listened to the quiet whines leaving the computer before him. Tracing the rim of them with curls of blonde hair tickling his fingers when he flicked his fingers over his nipples. A flick that had him swallowing a small sound crawling up his throat.

Squirming slightly at how effortlessly the tingles pooled into his stomach. Flicking his fingers over his hardening nipples playfully before he brought his fingers together to pinch at them lightly. Cautiously. Then he used a stronger pinch that had his dick twitching at the tingles that raced down to his stomach. That fluttering ache twisting into his lower stomach spreading down to his crotch. It had him quietly whining to himself when he forced his eyes open to watch the screen once more.

The sight of his husband and himself twisting. The sight of himself falling back onto the bed with Shouta moving to straddle him with knees digging into the bed. The sight of his ass on display had his heart jumping in his chest as hands slid over it. His tanned hands glowed against that pale skin as he twisted idly at his nipples. His teeth dragging over his lip with a trembling breath leaving himself. Watching hands knead and stroke over his husband's ass before sliding up his back.

His husband's whining ringing out over the speaker. A sound that had his hips squirming slightly when he caught the smack of harder kisses being given. God, his husband always was one to kiss. He could kiss for hours; he'd spent many times as teenagers, once they got their footing, kissing this man. He'd been kissing him for years, yet his husband always insisted on sex starting out with kissing. With making out. And he didn't dare think twice.

He would give his husband all the kisses in the world if that's what made him happy. If that's what got him off. He pinched harder at his nipples with his back arching as he twisted idly from side to side. His fingers tugging sharply to get his dick twitching at the tingles pooling into his stomach. He swore his nipples tingled in the tight pinch when he let go, only to sneak his fingertips beneath his piercings. Just like Shouta did.

He flicked up once, twice, before sliding his fingertips beneath them and then lifting up. Up, up, up until he felt that light burn that had him whimpering when he let them drop back down. His nails clicking off of them from beneath his shirt as his hips squirmed again when he watched Shouta squirm. Watched as his hands wandered over his ass. God, Shouta always liked that. Liked it when he touched his ass and thighs. His waist and hips.

He watched his hands wandering over pale skin with that sharp smack of kisses being traded ringing out from that unseen angle. He watched hips lowering down together before beginning to move. Rocking together idly from side to side. It had his breaths racing quietly with his fingers rubbing over his hardening nipples. His hands shifting, allowing his thumbs to roll over his areolas in a swirling movement. Coming in towards his nipples where he then rubbed over them.

Pressing down against them to flatten them with slow circles over it to get his back arching forward into his hands. His breaths trembled lightly as his eyes watched his hands on the screen sliding over his husband's thighs. Their hips rocking together with hands sliding over skin that glowed on the screen beautifully. A low sound leaving one of them rang out from the speakers much to his delight as he lifted his thumbs up then flicked them over nipples that perked up eagerly.

It had his stomach fluttering with that ache twisting like a hot spark. It had him squirming slightly with his hands squeezing at his chest. How easy it was to imagine those rough, big hands of his husband's. How easy it'd be to imagine the heat of his mouth on his chest. It had him shuddering when he listened to those sharp smacks. The shaking breaths were taken when his fingers were sliding over his husband's cheeks.

Following the start of that thong down before it disappeared between his cheeks. God, it was hot. He'd always wanted his husband to wear more thongs in the bedroom. It had him squirming slightly with his hips squirming as his weight shifted side to side. His fingers plucking at his nipples had tingles consistently pooling into his stomach. Radiating beneath his skin. It left him feeling warm. Flushed. His cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of the blush burning there with his eyes locked on his wandering hands.

How his husband's thighs trembled when his hands slid over them. The sharp smacking of their moving lips that was picked up effortlessly from the camera. he low groan that had his back arching. He remembered it now. This was one of their "newbie" videos before they thought to change angles to catch it, but he remembered how those palms rubbed over his chest. Over his nipples. How his fingers had been twisting, flicking, and plucking casually at his nipples to get him squirming.

He could feel the weight of those hips pressing down on his own as they rocked with increasing speed. How those lips would crush themselves to his with hard kisses that always left him eager for the chance for another kiss from his husband. His fingers came together again to pinch his nipples, which had him groaning out quietly with his fingers pinching hard. Harder, harder, harder. It had him whining out at the hard pinch on his nipples when he gave a harsh yank.

His breath was trembling when he then let go of his nipples to slide his hands down his chest to his sides. His eyes fluttering shut again, with his mouth dropping open slightly. His hands were skating along his sides to get his skin tingling as that heat flickered again. A flash that had him whining quietly to himself again as he caressed his sides. It was unbelievably easy to imagine his husband's hands on his skin.

If he ignored the softness of his palms, he could almost imagine the roughness of Shouta's palms. The callouses that he adored always had them rough but so perfect when they were sliding over his skin. When they were sliding over his chest. It had him squirming beneath his wandering hands with his head falling back slightly with lashes fluttering on his cheeks when he slid his hands up. Moving from his sides to his chest in a bold, caressing sweep.

One that had his chest pushing into his hands as his back arched. Oh, what he'd give to have Shouta's hands on his skin. To have the black-haired man touch him just as boldly as he touched the other man. He dragged his teeth over his lip with his hands squeezing at his chest again when he got a bursting whine from the laptop. It had his lashes lifting when he groaned at the sight of his fingers playing with the thin strip of that thong.

A hand tugging at his husband's cheek to stretch his hole slightly while his fingers twirled the strand of his thong. Letting it snap against that slightly stretched hole. A snap that had his husband whimpering with the sharp smack of their moving lips ringing out. Hard kisses that had his own lips parting when he watched his fingers tug at that cheek with his husband's hole revealing itself slightly around his thong. Oh, now that was fucking hot. So fucking hot.

They may not have known how to make porn properly but he liked to think they did good. He found himself in awe as he watched fingers curling in to squeeze at his husband's cheek. The way hips arched back slightly while rocking down quickly against him on the screen. Grinding. It had his fingers rolling over his hardened, tingling nipples when he then slid his hand down his chest to his stomach. Muscles jumping in a quiver when he then reached down to cup himself.

Squeezing to help ease that ache when he began to knead idly at himself while watching hands slide up his husband's back towards his sides. The press of those moving hips that moved quickly together with his husband's whining much to his delight. It had heat flashing under his skin in a stunning burst that had him letting out trembling breath. Watching as they twisted together on his screen with a whine leaving him from the computer speakers.

A burst of sound that had the speakers crackling lightly when he found himself riveted to the way Shouta moved. The subtle backwards arch of his hips. He knew he had cut the time down slightly when editing, but it still had his heart jumping to his throat when he watched the lube come into frame. The way his fingers trembled as he clawed the cap open with a popping crack had his husband whimpering eagerly. He squirmed with legs shifting to spread themselves out.

Feet planting past the laptop as he spread his thighs wide with his hand kneading at himself. He watched the lube drizzle onto trembling fingers. The way it was dropped out of frame with his other hand working to spread the lube over his fingers as they glistened slickly. Shiny in the camera lens. His dick twitched excitedly beneath his kneading hand as his thighs spread shamelessly. His breaths trembling slightly with that excitement twisting sharply in his chest.

He watched his fingers work away the thong from between his husband's cheeks. Watching how hips angled back slightly with his hand grabbing at a cheek to spread his husband open. The way his fingers came forward, shining slickly in the lighting, to press against his husband. Rubbing up and down, up and down, with the light catching off of the lube in dazzling, slick winks. He loved the whimper that left his husband on screen with those sharp smacks ringing out like a consistent background sound.

One that mixed effortlessly with the light squelch of his slick fingers rubbing against his husband. The way his fingers slipped slickly over him with skin shining from the layer of lube being rubbed onto his husband. How that hole twitched at the camera with his husband's whimper. God, they may have been clumsy when first making those videos, but they were hot. Hotter than anything, especially with his little cuts that made it flow seamlessly.

It had him shuddering with his hand kneading at his twitching dick with his teeth dragging over his lip. It had his hips pressing up against his hand as he watched that slick rubbing on his screen. When there was another happy twitch of that hole like a damned wink at the camera. How his skin glistened slickly from the lube while his husband moaned out then when his hips thrust up against him. A movement that nudged Shouta's lower half up lightly and had his toes curling.

His fingers plucking at his nipple idly before his fingertips snuck beneath the balls of his piercing. Lifting up just like his husband would with his back arching at the light burn. The sting. Ohhhh, it had him squirming with hips squirming as he continued to knead at himself with a low sound, leaving himself. Something rivaling the whimpering and whining from his laptop before him. His dick twitched in a volley beneath his hand when he released the pull on his piercing.

Moving his fingers to instead pinch sharply at his nipple. Twisting slightly side to side with enough force to burn lightly, which had him moaning out lowly in his throat at the tingles it sent down to his stomach. He began to slide his hand slightly while kneading with his hips arching up eagerly. His gaze riveted to the screen as he watched slick, glistening fingers roll in circles over that twitching hole. Loving the way hips jutted back with his husband's back arching with a moan slipping out of the man.

It crackled over his speakers much to his delight, with his hand rubbing at himself. Pressing down with hard squeezes with his kneading rhythm had him groaning quietly under his breath to himself. The quiet sound of his hand rubbing over his pants was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom when he tugged at his nipple. Biting at his lip as he stared at the screen eagerly with each slick swirl of his fingers against that twitching hole.

Eager to watch his husband squirm and twist with hips rubbing down against him. Oh, oh, loves it when his husband does that. He loved it when his husband rubbed himself down against him in slides that had his toes curling. When he was grinding, rubbing, and sliding with a back and forth that always got his skin blazing with heat. It was even better when he had Shouta pinned down beneath him with thighs spreading wide to display that flexibility.

When his husband was moaning so pretty beneath him with each drag of his hips down against him. With each rub that had the black-haired man squirming with thighs trembling as hips worked to move with him. God, his husband always looked so pretty beneath him. He always looked so stunning. The way that his hair would spread out over the blanket in wild curls that glowed against their blanket. The way his eyes would look up at him with that blistering pleasure.

That lustful hunger that always had heat ripping under his skin. The way his back would arch from the bed or how his hands would twist into the blankets. How his face would flush that beautiful red that smothered itself over his cheeks. The way black lashes fluttered with blinks to focus up on him. When those dark eyes were rolling back on him with his mouth dropping open on a cry. Oh, his husband was beautiful. But even better were the moments when his husband was straddling like he was on the screen.

When he was smirking down at him with that edge of meanness that he recognized from the grins and smirks of their youth. Back before they'd gotten together. How those hips rolled and moved in tight figure eight movements that left him entranced. How his husband's thighs flexed with his knees digging into the bed. How he would bounce on his dick like it was the best fucking thing he'd ever had. When he was riding him with such fervor and passion, it robbed him of breath.

Left him grabbing onto his thighs as he held onto some part of him as his husband bounced on him. How his hips squirmed slightly in between his drops and lifts. How he got that adorable, sexy look of concentration on his face when his hands were pressing to his chest to help aid his bouncing. Pushing off lightly on his chest as his black curls bounced around his shoulders and flew around that red face. How his brows squeezed together tightly with lashes fluttering on red cheeks with moans spilling out of him.

His husband, above him or beneath him, was beautiful. Easily the most beautiful man he'd ever see in his fucking life. There was no one who was more beautiful than his husband. No one could compare to such raw beauty that his husband held. Missing an eye and leg took away nothing. In fact, he dared to say his husband was sexier than ever. His breaths were trembling quickly as he rubbed at himself faster with his thighs shaking lightly with their spread.

His back arched away from the headboard with his fingers twisting at his nipple with enough friction to get it burning. And God, if that didn't have his head falling back against the wall with a thud that had him jumping. Groaning. And the slick squelches on the screen of his rubbing fingers did little to stop that fire from being fueled. From the heat fanning from beneath his skin with surprising intensity. He shuddered with his fingers trembling against his chest when he pinched fiercely at his nipple.

Twisting idly side to side with a groan when he lifted his head up to find fingers slipping up and down. The tips of fingers tracing the rim of that twitching hole. Shining slickly at the camera. God, it made his husband's hole look pinker with the sheen of that lube, but he knew it was just an effect. He knew there was no pinkness to it, but God if it didn't have him groaning with his hand rubbing at his twitching dick.

It was aching. His crotch was an aching mess that had him pressing down harder against himself with a squeeze that had him gasping in only for him to shudder out of him. He watched then with a sense of greedy eagerness at the laptop screen as his fingers sank effortlessly into his husband. Two in one go. It was only because they'd fucked once that night and it had been the second video in one night that made it so effortless. But holy shit if it didn't have him blazing with heat.

It ripped beneath his skin in a bursting wave that had him gasping as his hand moved quickly. Hips twitching up with his thighs spreading wide with a whimper slipping out of himself. He remembered that night. Remembered it well. They'd filmed that first video, then they'd broken for a breather, where he'd convinced his husband to get in his lacy boxers for the next video. A plea that had been answered by his husband, who was moaning on screen with such volume it had him half tempted to lower the volume.

The sound of himself moaning back at his husband as hips ground together fervently had his toes curling. Had his breaths racing as his dick twitched beneath his hand eagerly. Rubbing at himself quickly as he watched his fingers wiggling slightly with the circles he no doubt rolled into his inner wall. The way his husband's hips moved allowed him to catch the bulge of his growing erection straining through his boxers. Oh, oh, there was nothing he loved more than when his husband wore his lacy boxers.

When he was hard. The sight of that bulge straining against them was the sexiest thing in the world. His husband may feel he wasn't big, but that was six inches that he adored more than anything. Six, thick glorious inches that showed effortlessly through his boxers when he was hard. Those lace boxers of his just made it better. Oh, it was sexy. So fucking sexy. It had him huffing with his head, threatening to fall back, but he couldn't.

Not when his eyes were glued to the screen before him as his fingers began to thrust. Slick squelches ringing out were picked up by the camera effortlessly as his fingers slipped in and out of his husband. The spread of his hole stretched around his fingers had him squirming. His dick twitching in a volley beneath his rubbing hand as he whimpered with hips arching up. As if somehow, someway, he could get the attention of the Shouta on the screen.

Oh, what he'd give to have Shouta crawl up on the bed with him. To trap him in his lap and watch him squirm for hours. Watch him fall apart in his lap until he was sliding into him slickly. It had him shuddering with his fingers pressing down in a slight knead at himself as his hand slid over himself. And God, there was something mesmerizing about watching his fingers sink into the black-haired man. In watching him thrust his fingers into that waiting, stretched hole.

They had both known he didn't need it, but he wanted one shot that night of him fucking Shouta with his fingers. It was in the other videos, but God if it didn't have him squirming. If it didn't have him breathing shakily at the sight of Shouta's hole twitching around his thrusting fingers. Something he hadn't seen that night but something he always fucking loves. As if his husband wanted more. Needed more than just his fingers stretching him out.

It had him gawking shamelessly at the screen before him as fingers thrust in snapping slides. It had him moaning lowly to himself as he squeezed at his twitching dick. Loving the moans spilling out of his husband on the screen as he plucked at his nipple. Squeezing at his chest. It was fast, fast, fast, but hadn't this been building for some time? He hadn't had the chance to do this for quite a while, and God if he wasn't pent up. If he wasn't hot.

He felt his dick twitching in a volley beneath his hand again with that pleasure pooling in his stomach as he rubbed at himself. Giving a hard squeeze to get himself moaning much like his husband on the screen. God, this had ramped up from zero to one hundred, but fuck if he didn't love it. If he doesn't love how hot he was getting over his husband. And he hadn't even grabbed the fleshlight yet. It had him moaning as he rubbed at himself quickly with fingers curling down.

To give himself the pressure he needs. The friction he needs. He felt something wet soaking into his boxers followed by another drip. Another, another, another. Dripping before he was even hard had him groaning while he watched his fingers on screen thrusting into his husband's hole. And then fingers were spreading. Oh, fuck him, it was hot watching the way his hole gaped around his fingers. How effortlessly his husband spread around his trembling fingers on screen.

He felt that gush of blood draining from his head to rush through his veins. Blinding. Speeding. It had him huffing out with his hips thrusting up against his hand as his dick began to harden. Blood gushing through his veins so damn fast it ached. Heat ripped under his skin in a blazing burst that had him whimpering shrilly. Twisting eagerly with hips jumping up as he watched slick fingers thrusting into that twitching hole.

Spreading out, he couldn't help but moan at how his husband gaped. How effortless that spread was. It had him squirming with his feet pressing to the bed. His heart thudding sickeningly against his chest as his hand rubbed faster. Faster, faster, faster. He paused briefly to squeeze, with a moan spilling out of him before rubbing quickly. The drag of his hand over his pajama bottoms was deafening as drops of pre-come soaked into his boxers.

Fuck him, he didn't care. It'd show soon on his pants, but he might just take a damn bath, and that would be more than enough to wash his clothes. To strip. He thrust against his rubbing hand with another moan at the sight of fingers spreading on his laptop screen. Stretching how his husband's hole that twitched and spasmed around his spread fingers. His other hand tugged at his cheek as if to show it off to the camera. It had him blistering with heat at the sight of it.

At the sound of his husband moaning so desperately with an eager squirm that it had his toes curling in his socks. His knees threatening to come together rather than keep his thighs spread wide for himself as he rubbed fast. Fingers curling in just enough to give his hardening erection pressure he needed. And God, it had him thrusting desperately against his rubbing hand. Hips jiggling in time with his fast rubbing.

Fuck, it was sending shots of heat under his skin with each spread of his fingers on the screen. The way his husband's hole gaped at him with that easy stretch with the rim of his hole twitching around his fingers. He bit at his lip with a moan muffling itself in his throat as his hips continued to jiggle in time with his rubbing hand. Fast breaths were taken through his nose as his hardening erection twitched beneath his hand.

Locked onto the screen with his husband moaning at him through the speakers. It had his toes curling tightly with his back arching from the headboard with a moan. Eagerly watching those slick fingers slipping in and out of his husband quickly. It had his head tilting slightly as his hips stuttered briefly only to groan when he watched boxers being lowered beneath his husband. The sight of his own erection springing out when he paused the video.

Pulling his hand away from himself, he swung his leg over his laptop screen with feet hitting the floor with a thud. He then rushed forward on stumbling feet for the bathroom, where the light spilled over him. He rushed for the filled sink where the fleshlight was sitting. Dunking his hands into the warm water to tug the toy out as he made sure it was drained of water. The silicone of the hole was soft. Hot. It had him shuddering when he tugged the tab to let the sink drain before turning the light off.

He rushed back out into the bedroom, where he paused by the bedside table to tug the drawer open. Grabbing the lube. It had him squirming when he snapped the drawer shut before launching himself back onto the bed. He took a breath to try and calm himself just a bit. He looked down with a whimper at how his erection strained effortlessly against his boxers. Against the loose fitting pajama bottoms of his. He placed the fleshlight down briefly to curl his fingers into the waistbands of his clothing.

Working it down, a sigh flew out of him when his erection filled out as it flew up to rest against his stomach with a happy twitch. The glistening row of piercings catching the light in cheeky winks up at him when he then leaned forward to play the video. He didn't need to watch them fumble for the condom. The lube. Instead, he focused on settling against the headboard again as he grabbed the lube in real time to crack the top open.

He drizzled lube over his erection lazily before dropping it to the bed where he then wrapped his fingers around himself. Giving a twisting stroke to work the lube over himself with a low moan as he found himself giving another stroke. And another. Another, another, another as he jerked himself off lazily with his toes curling as his legs spread around the laptop to situate it between his spread legs. Stroking himself slickly, his piercings shone up at him with cheeky winks as they caught the light slickly.

His erection twitching in his hand when he continued his lazy strokes with his gaze focused on the laptop screen before him. On the way his husband's hips were rolling down to grind as the head of his erection spread against him. Fuck. He forced his hand to let go of his slick erection to grab the lube then the fleshlight. He'd never used one, but he squeezed a dollop onto the rim of the hole then used his fingers to swirl. To dip into the hole that was hot around his fingers from the water.

Oh, it had him groaning as his fingers thrusted into the toy that felt tight. How did it feel so damn tight? He had not a clue, but he tugged his slick fingers out of the hole when he then held his erection away from his stomach where he lined the fleshlight up with himself. He ground his hips up to rub the head against the hole of the toy in his hand as he watched Shouta's hips continuing to move on the screen. Gathering his attention. He wanted to time it right. Just right.

And then he'd fuck himself into this damn thing until he was coming. Maybe he won't use the video. Maybe he will. He had not a clue, but he rolled his hips up to grind the head of his erection against the hole. Rolling the toy in his head to rub slickly against himself with that heat radiating off of it. It had him whimpering eagerly with his fingers tightening around his twitching erection when he watched the screen.

Watched the way Shouta's hole spread around the head of his erection to which he moaned at how sleekly his husband slid down onto it. Timing it with the slow sink of that toy around himself. Oh, oh, it felt so good. His head fell back as he slid the toy down onto himself with his thighs spreading wider despite the faint protest of his hips. He moaned out deafeningly with the squeeze of that soft material around him. And far too soon the head of his erection hit the end of it, but he didn't care.

Half of himself was buried in this thing and it felt wonderful. Ohhh, it felt so hot around him. Tight. The moans on the screen had him squirming with a moan of his own ripping out of him again with his head resting back against the wall as his hips ground restlessly with his hand holding onto the toy tightly. The plastic creaking lightly in his hand as that plush, warm interior wrapped around him with a snug fit.

Fuck, it had him moaning delightedly with his hips grinding up with the head of his dick grinding into the end of the toy. It wasn't like the real thing, but he was more than happy with it to get off quickly with. Soft. Plush. Almost like how Shouta's hole felt but not quite. Not tight enough. It had him shuddering with his hips protesting the widespread when he then lifted the toy up then down with a slick squelch. Mirroring the light squelching of his laptop when he raised his head up with lashes lifting.

Watching the frantic grinding of hips as his husband leaned forward. Showing off the stretch of his hole around his condomed erection. It had him moaning at the sight as he began to slide the toy quickly; a slick up and down with a squelch punctuating each downwards stroke of the toy as his thighs trembled. Fuck, that spread was amazing. He could gawk at the sight of himself buried in his husband all day. Watching how the rim of his hole twitched around him had him groaning.

He slid the toy quickly in shallow thrusts while he did his best to keep his hips still. With his eyes locked on the screen, it was so easy to forget he was using a toy. If he shut his eyes, he could almost swear that his husband was bouncing shallowly onto him. It would never beat the real thing but oh, God if it wasn't doing the job for him tonight. It had his toes curling tightly with shaking pants being taken. He slid the toy up and down, up and down, up and down with that slick squelching ringing out.

His hips snapped up instinctively. Watching the black-haired man rolling his hips in those tight figure eights had him wiggling the fleshlight slightly. Racing, shallow pants being taken as he slid the toy quickly over himself when he watched his husband's hips rising then dropping on the video with moans spilling out in unison. He could remember how sensitive they both were. After recording their first video they'd both been painfully sensitive but oh, so eager to move together.

He watched his husband's hips lifting and dropping on him shallowly with that slick squelching ringing out as he slid the toy over himself quickly. Squelches ringing out in the quiet of the bedroom as the head of his erection hit the end of the tube again and again. So plush. Soft. Hot. It had him shuddering with his back arching from the headboard as he watched his husband fuck himself on his erection. It had him moaning with his thighs spreading wider as if he could possibly show himself off to the screen before him.

Sliding the toy on himself quickly, he let his head fall back again with his eyes shutting. He truly didn't need the video. Not that he had something so soft, so hot, wrapped around him. But God if the sight of his husband's moving hips didn't get him burning up. He knew his husband tended to be impatient during sex, but he had a focus like none other. Like he had to concentrate on that pleasure to make them both feel better.

He slid the fleshlight over himself shallowly with that slick squelching ringing out as his lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks. Fuck, his husband was always so beautiful. What would he do if he walked in on him with his alone time? What if he caught him using that beautiful, gradient themed dildo on himself? If he jerked himself off while watching their homemade porn? He can only imagine the way his husband would react.

The black-haired man may have slammed the laptop shut that one time, but he'd seen it regardless. Heard it. Seen the way those thighs twitched apart slightly or how that hand had continued stroking with dark eyes inviting him closer. How his husband had effortlessly welcomed him into the bed with a whimper. He was far from an exhibitionist like his husband but fuck if it wasn't exciting thinking of being caught. If he didn't want his husband to barge in and catch him sliding this fleshlight over his erection quickly.

To find him touching himself while their recorded moans burst out of the speakers. It had him shuddering with his back arching with hips twitching as he slid the toy over himself again, again, again. He was worried about his piercings, but he got no more than the pleasurable tug on them that he would if he were fucking his husband. He moaned out when he pressed his head to the wall with his hands coming together to hold the tube of the fleshlight.

Bouncing it on himself in slides as he held onto it the way he would with his husband's waist. How he would hold onto his moving hips as he bounced himself on his shaft. His thighs spread wide, wide, wide with his hips protesting the spread, but he ignored it. Happily, ignored it as he panted shallowly to himself with brows squeezing together as he slid the toy over himself. He'd never used a fleshlight before but God if he didn't think this could be his favorite toy.

He'd used the vibrator on himself before but this? This was a whole new pleasure that had him panting. Had his hips twitching upwards eagerly as he continued to slide the fleshlight over himself eagerly with his teeth dragging over his lip. Fuck, he'd have to use this on his husband. To tell him without embarrassing him that God was this good. It might be the closest his husband ever gets to topping or experiencing it and he wasn't going to keep it from him.

Bouncing the fleshlight on himself with that slick squelching ringing out acted like shots of heat. Ripping under his skin with flaming nails raking beneath the surface of it as he listened to the identical squelches leaving his laptop. The way his husband had to be bouncing quickly on him, but he couldn't for the life of him lift his head up anymore as he tightened his hold on the toy. Fuck him, it had him moaning delightedly at how hot it was.

He was happy that he had read the small little pamphlet and put it in the hot water first. It was so warm. Like he was truly thrusting into his husband. It had his thighs shaking with his teeth digging into his lip fervently with his hands moving the toy quickly. God, it was so good. How had he never used a fleshlight before now? How did he have so many toys in their top drawer but he'd yet to get a fleshlight? He was so, so happy that his husband had decided to buy one for him.

That he had taken the initiative he hadn't known he'd been waiting for his husband to take. It had him huffing out with his head pressing fervently to the wall as he continued to bounce the toy on himself. Sliding faster, faster, faster with his fingers clinging to the plastic of the tube desperately. The head of his erection hitting the bottom of it again and again much to his delight with his teeth digging into his lip. Moaning in his throat with his hands squeezing the way he would at his husband's waist.

He'd have to do something special for his husband tonight. He knew it went beyond sex but tonight he was determined to feel the real thing. He was determined to make love with his husband tonight and nothing was stopping him. Not a damn thing would stop him from loving his husband the way he deserves to be loved. He slid the toy over himself quickly when his hips twitched slightly but he forced them to be still. To merely ride out the pleasure as it came to him first.

It had his heart thudding against his chest as he slid it up and down. Again, again, again. There was something so fascinating about this little toy that mimicked his husband. That felt so good. He didn't know if there was a novelty to using a brand-new toy, but he was more than happy to keep up his fast rhythm. Sliding it over himself giddily with the toy sliding slickly over him due to the lube he'd been generous with. He'd read on Reddit when he first got the toy that it was recommended.

He either use spit or lube because the material of the fleshlight was the type to drag at him and it was unpleasant. According to those online. He had not a clue who would raw dog a damn fleshlight but they were a braver man than him. He wished he'd looked over it before using it but there was no stopping now. If this was anything like that one man's advice, then the bottom might pop out so he could go balls deep. But for now, this shallow depth was more than enough for him.

Listening to the moans and groans spilling out of his speakers. Whines and whimpers. God, he loves how vocal his husband was in bed now. Loves it. Sliding the fleshlight over himself he could only imagine what his husband would think. How he would react. It had him whimpering to himself with his head pressing into the wall as he slid the toy over himself eagerly. Delightedly. He was more than eager to chase after the pleasure that was pooling into his stomach.

He'd never used a toy that felt so closely like his husband, and he loves it. It was better than any pillow. The slick squelches as it slid over him were deafening as he moved his hands eagerly. It was better than rubbing or jerking himself off. He huffed out with his hands moving the toy quickly over himself with a speed that had his legs shaking. His hips were squirming. He was more than delighted to spend the rest of his afternoon exploring the pleasures of this toy.

Of exploring what he could do with it. It had him whining shrilly when he lifted his head from the wall when he pulled a hand from the toy to reach out and snap his laptop shut. Cutting off the lewd moans from himself and his husband that had been bursting out of the speakers at surprising volume. Shutting it because he didn't need it anymore. He wanted to listen more, but he was pushing his laptop away and he happily shifted away from the headboard.

Laying out on the bed, he planted his feet to the bed when he returned his hand to the toy with his knees bending up. And he eagerly began sliding it on himself again with the head of his erection hitting the end of it rhythmically sending shivers up his back. Bouncing it on himself as he clung to the plastic tubing of it the way that he would cling to his husband. To his thighs. His hips. His thighs squirmed together with his back arching slightly as his head pressed to the bed with a moan spilling out of himself.

How lonely it sounded without the sounds of his laptop, but he didn't need the video now that he was truly going. He swore he'd get off later to another video but for now he wanted his sole focus to be on the toy. It had been nice getting himself turned on with the video. If anything, it put the image of his husband behind his eyelids. How his hips would move as he rode him. How his back arched and how his hips squirmed slightly in between those quick, wild swings of his hips.

How his husband would ride him with such blinding speed he couldn't tell who was more eager. Him or Shouta. He knew what his hole looked like spread around his dick. He could hear his husband's moans so clearly it had him whining shrilly as he squirmed against the blankets. Hips twitching upwards as he continued sliding the toy over himself with fast slides. There's nothing he loves more than when Shouta rode him.

When he got to hold onto his hips as he bounced himself on his dick like he couldn't get enough of it. As if he couldn't get enough of the rub. The feeling of him being inside the black-haired man. He loved how those black curls would sway, bounce and fly around his red face. How his mouth dropped open to moan and groan shamelessly. Whimper and whine with lips pressed together. How those eyes burned down at him with a hunger that was far from satiated some nights.

He was happy to be looked at with such greedy hunger. If anything, it told him that his husband felt just as insatiably hungry for him as he did for the black-haired man. And he loves it. He loves it when his husband stared at him with that desire, that lust, that it got him shuddering. Squirming. How that mean, cocky little smirk curled on his full lips when he was whimpering. Whining. How his cheeks flushed that charming red that spread down to softly color his collar bones and chest.

God, his husband always looked like an angel on top of him. Like a God. One that he had to plead for mercy from. That he had to hope would show him mercy. It had him squirming with his hips twitching slightly as he slid the toy over himself with that rhythmic squelching ringing out. It was so easy to imagine the weight of his husband's dropping onto his pelvis. The heat of his inner walls wrapped around his aching erection as those rough hands pressed to his chest.

Bouncing on him eagerly rather than focusing his weight on the stump of his right thigh. Digging his left knee into the bed while pushing off on his chest. If anything, he needed a video from that angle. A video angled to how Shouta rode him. What was it called? A POV? He had not a clue. None. But it had him squirming eagerly at the thought when he clutched at the plastic of the fleshlight. Panting in racing hitches, he giddily slid the toy along himself again and again.

The slick squelches ringing out in the quiet of the bedroom would be a telltale sign. One that would be undeniable. God, when was the last time that he'd masturbated? When was the last time he did anything sexual? His husband had been having sex regularly until he all but demanded free time to himself. When was the last time then? That first afternoon? He couldn't remember but God if he wasn't going to give it to him tonight.

If he wasn't going to lay Shouta out and fuck him so damn good that he was howling. Whimpering. Pleading. If he wasn't going to make love to him until his legs were shaking. He wants nothing more than to fuck him right now. Anything. He'd give anything to touch his husband. To be holding onto his waist rather than a plastic tube. He'd give anything to be fucking his husband right now but God if this toy wasn't giving him something so good.

If it wasn't better than merely rubbing a vibrator up and down the underside of his dick or jerking himself off until he was coming. He was happy he decided to break out this toy. That he had grabbed it from the closet. The slick squelches of his hands moving the toy was deafening. His hips twitched when he then thrusted up. Hitting the bottom of the toy forcefully, he whimpered pleadingly into the silence of the room when he lifted his head up from the bed weakly.

Opening his eyes up to focus on the toy wrapped around him when he reached up to the bottom twisting curiously. He hissed when the pressure changed. Ohhhh, it changed so good! He writhed with his feet pressed into the bed eagerly to arch his hips upwards with a shallow thrust into the toy. Then he tugged the cap off. It fell to the bed when he tugged the toy down. Watching the head of his erection poke out when he moaned as he slid it down to the base of his erection against his pelvis.

And God, that pressure felt so good around him. He let his head press back to the bed as he began to slide the toy properly over himself with a giddy delight as he thrusted up. The slick slide was fucking everything. Even if he hated the cool air on half of his erection when he slid it down to the base, he ignored it the best he can. Sliding it from base to head in sweeping strokes had him moaning delightedly with a burst of volume that bounced to the corners of the room.

Filling it. He giddily thrusted into the toy with hips arched up from the bed. Moving in time with his hands that moved to slide it over himself. Fuck him, he was hotter than anything. Huffing in the quiet of their bedroom as he squeezed his eyes shut. The slick slides as he thrusted into the toy were everything. Wet squelches ringing out in time with his hips that thrusted up eagerly with his hands tightening on the plastic body. Had this been what his husband used his alone time for?

Did he really only fuck himself twice with that gradient dildo of his? Or did he stuff himself full of it more times than he'd admit? Was it his husband's favorite toy? Did he enjoy it more than he was letting on? He can only imagine the spread of his hole around that monster of a dildo. Would it bulge in his stomach the way that the nine-inch dildo in their drawer had? Would his husband rub at his belly while it stuffed him full? Would he howl? Or would he moan in that low, desperate way that he did?

Would he cry out for him? Would those mismatched eyes of his lock onto him while he was pounding himself with that toy? Ohhh, it had him moaning louder, louder, louder before he could stop himself with his hips snapping upwards. Slamming into the toy giddily with his feet pressing into the bed to keep his hips arched upwards as he slammed the toy to his pelvis. Just like he would if he were holding onto his husband's waist.

Moving his hands quickly to keep up with this new pace that he set for himself was far too easy. He giddily slid it up and down his shaft with its tight squeeze around him as he thrusted into it. There was nothing he liked more than when his husband would push him down to bed. When he would straddle him with that mean little cocky smirk of his. When he would look down at him as his hips moved up and down with his thighs spread wide.

Knees digging into the bed while his hair trembled and swayed around his shoulders. When it would bounce and fly around his red face as he gained that adorable look of concentration. When those dark eyes would blaze down at him with full lips curled into a half-formed smirk that would drop away as he bounced. God, there was something so hot about having his husband take that control. In letting his husband ride him like that.

And fuck, if he didn't love how his husband rode him in that reverse cowgirl position. When he could watch his erection slip in and out of that hungry, greedy hole of his again and again. Fuck, there's nothing he wants more than that. To let his husband go absolutely nuts on him. To let his husband fuck him into the bed so he wouldn't even think of worrying about him. To let him do as he pleased while he fucked him with his fingers was all he wanted.

Or to have him choke on his dick while he fucked himself with his fingers was a more than fair idea. Ohhh, it had him moaning as he thrusted up eagerly into the toy that he slid over himself again and again with a spark of delight. Of eagerness. The warmth clinging to the inside from its hot water soak had him eager to thrust into it. To slam down balls deep into the toy that squeezed him so good. Was so plush just like his husband's insides would be.

They didn't have bareback sex often, but he knew more than enough about his husband felt inside. Had kept those memories near and dear to his heart for him to use during moments like this. Oh, he swore nothing was better than being inside of his husband without a condom. He was so hot. Tight. Velvety soft. There was nothing like it, but his husband wasn't exactly comfortable when it came to barebacking. Something that he understood.

It kept the moments like that rare and far in between. But he was more than happy to imagine it. Oh, the idea of coming in his husband who would moan and writhe? Twist and squirm? Would it feel hot? Would he like it? It had him squirming with his hips jumping to thrust into the toy that he held tightly in his hands as he slammed upwards. Giddy thrusts upwards into the toy that rubbed against his shaft just right. It almost felt like Shouta if he kept his eyes shut.

If he kept them shut, then he could almost feel the push on his chest of hands pressing off. Feel the bed wobbling beneath him. Feel the hard drops of his husband bottoming out on his pelvis. The heat that would radiate off of his husband in waves. The way that he would moan louder and louder above him with his head thrown back. His chest arching forward to show off nipples that would poke through black curls that covered his broad chest beautifully.

To watch the flashing shots of his tattooed hip that always left him in awe. God, there was nothing sexier than that tattooed hip of his. Shouta had talked about getting more tattoos as a possibility and fuck him if he didn't hope his husband got more. He might even get a couple of his own! But there was nothing sexier than a pierced, tatted Shouta in his opinion. It had him squirming with his thighs shaking as he thrusted up into the toy eagerly.

Clutching at the tube desperately with that silent wish that it was the warmth of his husband's waist. That it was the heat of him wrapped around him rather than the fading heat of the plush toy wrapped around him. Squelches rung out like shots of sound as he thrusted into the tube eagerly with his hips moving without thinking. Snapping up the way that he would meet the quick speed his husband would use. God, it had him moaning to himself with his hands tightening on the toy.

A hard squeeze around it as he moaned out delighted with his head pressing back into the bed. His erection twitched wildly with that maddening throbbing as he thrusted giddily into the toy. Fuck him, it squeezed just right! He huffed with squirms as he continued slamming his hips upwards. Thrusting into the toy wrapped so damn good around him that he was half out of his mind. It wasn't quite the strength of Shouta but fuck, he can forgive that.

It was a damn good fleshlight and he found himself squirming with those eager thrusts upwards. Unable to stop himself or keep himself still as he had moments ago. He moved his hands to keep up that fast sliding as he panted raggedly with lashes fluttering on his feverish cheeks. Shit, he was melting. Heat was razing like an insatiable flame under his skin unforgivingly. He was so hot over a little video that he didn't even finish. Hot over the mere thought of his husband.

But could anyone blame him? His husband was hot. He was sexier than any man on the planet. There was no one that could make him burn hotter than that moment as he thrusted into the toy. Holding onto it giddily with his hips slamming up into it; bottoming out again and again. Repeated. Endless. He was euphoric; absolutely giddy as he thrusted into the fleshlight. Fuck, he was glad that this was the type where the bottom came off. Where it allowed him to bottom out like this.

God, it felt so fucking good! His nails dragged over the hard plastic with an audible scraping sound as he squeezed his holds on the toy with hips jumping eagerly into it. Slamming thrusts nudged his hands upwards slightly with his rasping pants ringing out in the quiet of the bedroom. If the door hadn't been locked what would Shouta say if he ran in on him like this? If he caught him red-handed masturbating like this?

What would Shouta have to say? What would he do? Would the black-haired man watch him? Or would he join him on the bed? Would he make him watch as he touched himself? It had him whimpering, damn near mewling, as he clung to the toy in his hands desperately. Working it up and down his shaft eagerly with that slick squelching ringing out as his head pressed into the bed. His hair rustling over the blanket was deafening in his hearing aids.

The bed dipped beneath his feet as he continued to thrust upwards eagerly. Desperately. Fucking hell, it was so slick he wondered how he wasn't slipping out of the damned toy with each slide up towards the head of his erection. It had him moaning at the thought with his hands tightening on the tube. God, there was nothing he wanted more than to finish. To come in this tube and let that be that. But he didn't want the pleasure to end yet. Not yet. Not when he was just getting a taste of it.

When he was finally acting on impulses that he'd been ignoring for the sake of working harder. Of taking on more household chores. Taking on more of the children's needs from him. Needs, wants, lusts, desires that he'd shoved down in favor of being a good father. In favor of being a good husband. He panted raggedly with his head rolling over the blanket with his hips snapping up into the toy eagerly with a keening moan spilling out of himself. So hot, so hot, so hot.

He was so fucking hot over this. He was going to have to thank his husband for getting this for him. For getting it at all. Fuck, it was the most fun masturbating he'd had in a long while. He snapped his hips up with huffing pants being taken with his hands clutching at the plastic tube desperately while they moved quickly. Sliding it up and down as fast as he could to make his snapping thrusts into it. He could feel sweat pricking along his forehead.

Along the back of his neck, his upper and lower back. It was hot. Unbearably hot. He was drowning under the heat that was simmering under his skin. He didn't know how he was to breathe around that heat that was simmering in his veins. Boiling his blood. He clung to the tube desperately with that slick squelch ringing out intermittently. He missed the huffing pants of his husband. The slap of their sweaty skin slapping together. The hits of his husband's weight against his pelvis.

The way he would howl and wail above him. How his nails sometimes dragged over his chest to claw at him while he bounced himself on his pelvis. Ohhh, what he'd give to have the pain of his husband's nails raking over his areolas. Over his nipples. His chest. To leave those stinging, burning lines behind that always had him giddy to gawk at in the mirror when they were done. Just like he got when he would put on his lipstick and leave his marks behind on his husband who always get so riled up over it.

When he would "gussy himself up" as his husband put it. There was nothing he'd give than to have the black-haired man bouncing away at him. To have the black-haired man fucking him like he was desperate to have him. Desperate to feel him. He wondered if his husband would claw at his upper arms. If he would claw at his shoulders and upper back if he flipped them over and fucked him into the bed. If he pounded him into it like he always begged him too.

Ohhh, it was a thought that had him moaning louder than he intended with the picture frames on their walls rattling deafeningly. The lampshades. He strangled his moan down as he thrusted eagerly into the toy with his thighs shaking. Tensing. It had him squirming excitedly with his erection throbbing erratically within the confines of the toy. And it had him moaning lowly in his throat with his hands squeezing that plastic. His nails dragged over it.

Fuck, this might just become his favorite toy if he wasn't careful. It had him huffing desperately with his pants raking down his throat only to rasp out of him just as fast. It had him squirming with his back arching from the bed with keening moans spilling out of him. He clung to the toy in his hands that threatened to slide off of him when he reached the head. His erection was a twitching, throbbing mess and God he couldn't imagine how that pre-come had to be dribbling out of him.

He felt harder than anything. More wound up than he thought he'd be over a simple video needed to get him hard. Well, not exactly "needed" but more wanted. He wanted to see. To gawk. Even if it was only for a little bit, he wanted to listen and watch. To view like a voyeur on something like that. Something private between the two of them. Something that was constantly evolving and growing hotter with each new thing that was added to the bedroom. It was ever growing and ever changing and he fucking loves that.

"Ah! Yes! Yes, yes! Ohhhh, fuck, yesss! C'mon, baby! Fu-Fuck me so gooood! Mmmn! You fe-feel so hot! So fu-fucking tight around me! Oh, oh, you ha-have any clue how you dri-drive me crazy? Nnnn! I've-I've been waiting all day to pu-put my cock in you! Ohhhh God, baby, I wa-want you to fuck me in-into the bed! I want you to fu-fffuck yourself on my co-cock like you need it! Li-Like you want me to pu-pump you full of m-mmmy cum! I want you to ride my co-cock so gooood, baby! God, I love you, Shouta!"

Gasping. Shouting. Moaning. It was hard to pin down which it was as he babbled to himself in between his rasping pants that raked in and out. Scraping his throat raw as he writhed on the blankets that rustled beneath him with his hips snapping desperately with hands jerking the toy along himself again and again. Sliding it up and down faster, faster, faster with his hips snapping up shamelessly into the slick thing that squelched lewdly in the quiet of his bedroom.

His hair rustling over the pillow with his thighs spread wide, wide, wide despite the protest of his hips as his feet pressed to the mattress. Aiding his thrusts up as his back arched slightly from the bed as he snapped his hips upwards. Slamming into the toy as his nails dragged over the plastic tubing once more. Oh, oh, oh, it was so fucking good! The best, simplistic little toy he could have ever been given. Thrusting quickly into the slick thing, he panted raggedly with his brows squeezing together tightly.

His mouth dropping then hanging open slightly with lashes fluttering on his cheeks. Oh, he was so hot, so hot, so hot. He could feel his stomach fluttering excitedly; the stirring that was stringing together promised an orgasm. A fluttering that had him whimpering wildly with his hips jumping to slam into the toy. A slick slide that had his toes curling with his hips squirming slightly before thrusting up into it. Sliding it quickly.

Fuck, he could only imagine how a rhythm like this would have his husband moaning. How it would have him shouting with that ecstatic delight of his as his back arched. His head throwing itself back to show off the smooth skin of his throat and the curve of his Adam's apple. Something that always begged for kisses. Always screamed for nips and bites. For hickeys. To watch his chest push upward with hips moving as he bounced on him wildly.

Hips meeting in the middle with that deafening clap of skin meeting. The squelches of the condom and lube rubbing together slickly as he thrust into him. The way his thighs would tremble when he slid his hands down to grip onto them. How his husband's mouth would hang open with a swollen appearance to those full lips from the hard kisses they'd give one another in their foreplay. How his brows squeezed together with his black lashes fluttering on his cheeks with curls flying around his face.

Bouncing wildly and swaying against his shoulders. Hands that would push off on his chest with the bed bouncing beneath them lightly in time with the vigorous movements of the both of them. Bouncing wildly on him like he was eager. Desperate. Hungry for it. And God, if it didn't have him moaning deafeningly with his hips moving to pound up into the slick toy in his hands. His nails raking over the plastic, but if he kept his eyes shut, if he focused, he could imagine it being his husband's waist.

Could imagine the keening cry it would get him as he clawed at his waist. Imagine the way that his hips would snap up and down on him as he howled out beneath him with the black-haired man mewling at him. How it would have his husband shouting out as he rolled them over and forced his legs up awkwardly to pound into him. He knew how his husband loved that. When he couldn't take it anymore and would flip them over. When he needed to move properly.

To fuck him into the bed the way that he likes to be. It had him gasping with his hands jerking that toy on himself with his thighs shaking as that stirring in his stomach pulled together to create a hot spark in his lower stomach. Pulsing there with his hands, squeezing the plastic tightly. It had him moaning delightedly to himself with his head pressing back to the bed as he listened to the shameless volume. The lewd groans and whimpers, leaving himself as he bounced the toy on his erection that throbbed wildly.

Erratically. It had him shaking in anticipation, with sweat pricking at his forehead lightly and his hair rustling over the blanket. He was getting so close. He wanted to say it was embarrassingly fast. That it was far too fast. But it had been so long. So unbelievably long. Sex wasn't the same as masturbation. That much was all too clear to him the faster he slid the toy on himself. He could fuck his husband for hours, but it would never scratch the itch when it came to solo play.

To masturbating and jerking himself off. It had him panting with his hips pounding up against the toy in his hands that tried moving faster, faster, faster to match the speed of his thrusts. He didn't think he could burn so hotly on his own but here he was burning away. Being razed to ashes the tighter that orgasm pulled together in his stomach as he bounced the toy desperately. Sliding fast. It was giving his arms a damn workout, but God if he didn't care about that as he thrusted fast. Hard.

His stomach was flexing much like his thighs which flexed intermittently with the rest of him in preparation. He was racing up that mountain faster than he thought he would. Faster, faster, faster. He had to be faster. Harder. God, it was so easy to imagine his husband being here. To imagine it being Shouta wrapped around his erection. The heat of that plush material was gone, but it didn't change a damn thing. It didn't change how fucking good it was.

He slid it quickly on himself with that slick squelching. How easy it was to imagine his husband moaning above him in unison with himself. Just like on the video. Moaning louder, louder, louder, but God, he couldn't help it. He couldn't stop it. Even with the feedback that made his ears ache from his hearing aids, he couldn't stop himself. Not when he was squirming and twisting. When he was arching, bucking, thrusting, and jerking.

Squeezing with nails raking over the material of the plastic tube in his hands. He clung onto it desperately with his moans spilling out of him shamelessly with hitching ends that carried the briefest huff of his husband's name. His world was shrinking. A fiery, boiling point where hips moving were the goal. To keep moving. His blood boiled in his veins, leaving him roasting in his own skin as he snapped his hips upwards. Nothing mattered but getting there. Tipping over.

He didn't want to put it off a moment longer. A hot, boiling world where nothing mattered but the thought of his husband. Of Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. Fuck, if he could, he'd happily let his husband watch him fuck this thing. He'd let those now mismatched eyes wonder over him. Would Shouta touch himself in response? Would he get off with him? Oh, he loves how confident his husband was lately. He loves that boldness.

The fact that his husband welcomed his gaze when he was touching himself rather than hiding away was hot. A turn on like none other. It had him huffing desperately with that hot spark tightening in his stomach unbearably tight. It had him moaning eagerly with his hips jumping frantically. His erection throbbing, throbbing, throbbing away with twitches that had his pants raking down his throat only to rasp out of him. Quiet, half formed whimpers on the tail end.

Barely there in the back of his throat. He felt a small drip down his forehead when he was teetering up onto that edge. On that mountain peak. There was a rush to this that he couldn't explain. He knew he had an hour. An hour and a half if he was remembering right. But God, he wanted to come, come, come. He wants it so badly. The plush, squishy material felt like his husband's insides. It squeezed him with a decent pressure, but it did little to help that throbbing.

It had him panting with eagerness and excitement, twisting into his chest at the mere fantasy of it. Of that bareback sex with his husband, where he would be allowed to come in the black-haired man. Where he'd get that greenlight to fill him up. To watch it leak and drip down his husband's thighs when they were standing in the shower together as he worked to clean him up. To pump him full was hotter than anything. It had his moan choking off into a whimper.

A shrill, reedy whimper filled the corners of his bedroom as his hips jerked up with hands shoving it down. And he was coming. Falling right over the edge as he stiffened up with a gasp. His thighs shook as they tensed up with his stomach flexing tightly as his hips jumped in hard thrusts as he held the toy down at the base. His air flying out on a wail that ripped out of him as his eyes rolled back behind his fluttering eyelids as tingles raced up his shaking thighs.

Exploding into his stomach. White-hot waves slammed over him leaving him wailing louder. Higher. His quirk activated slightly as his hearing aids shrieked with pain, to which he jolted as he felt the hot spurts landing on his shirt. Sinking into the thin plastic as he kept the toy down at the base. Twisting idly to mimic that throbbing of his husband's hole that always drove him insane. He rocked his hips up against it with huffing pants being taken only for them to clog in his throat with a whimper.

His ruined eardrums were throbbing. His dick pulsing with each shot of come landing on his shirt when he forced his mouth to shut with teeth digging into his bottom lip. Yes, yes, yes! God, yes, the white-hot waves were driving him insane but it was so good! So good, so good, so good. Too good, too good, too good. Grinding his hips up against the toy, it was so easy to imagine it being Shouta grinding with him. Nails dragging over his hot skin rather than the clammy plastic.

Digging his teeth into his lip as the muscles surrounding his brows trembled from the hard squeeze as his back arched from the bed. It was insufferable. It was amazing. It was agonizing. It was fucking wonderful. He felt he'd go mad if he had to hang in this white-hot space where waves slammed over him again and again, but God, it was the fucking best. Scratching that itch so fucking good. It had him groaning lowly when he felt those white-hot pulsing waves raking out of him.

Short-lived but so good, so good. He rocked his hips up to aid the weaker spurts leaving him with that orgasm raking its nails on its way out. And too soon he was left dropping to the bed, causing it to bounce with a gasp. Panting raggedly with his hands tugging the slick toy off of himself with a lewd pop. Dropping it to the bed, he forced his heavy lashes to lift upwards to stare at the ceiling above him. His chest heaving as his come soaked into his shirt, causing it to stick to his skin.

Next time he needed to keep the cap on. But he couldn't deny that regardless, it'd gotten the job done. And he found himself groaning quietly at the thought of showering, but if he wanted to he could reward himself. He could spend his time planning tonight with his husband. Either way, he found his favorite toy. He tried something new and loved it. Something he could use to jerk off with better than watching their videos and his hands.

Ohhh, he should use it next time while he watches their videos. It had him grinning slightly to himself as his chest heaved with his pants when he caught the quiet ping of a phone that had him blinking. His phone? He rolled his head slightly to look at the bedside table where his charging phone sat. Blinking again in surprise at the sight of it before groaning quietly again as he straightened his head. In a few minutes he'd look. Once he was clean, he'd text whoever it was back.

He swore it. For now, he merely wants to relish in the waves of euphoria beginning to wash over him in the aftermath of his orgasm. And his fuzzy mind giddily went over how he was going to tell his husband. He had no shame. No embarrassment. Besides, it was out of the box, wasn't it? Shouta would know when he saw it in the top drawer. What was stopping him from telling him? From explaining? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And he knew his husband got off on the stories of his masturbation.

He knew it got him hot. So what was stopping him from telling him? It had him grinning giddily as it widened over his lips, with his hands twisting into the blankets idly. Tonight they were going to have sex. Tonight he was going to love his husband properly. And he was going to make him feel wanted. Desired. He was going to babble those dirty words at his husband that always got him off. He'd recount this entire story while he fucked him.

He was going to make tonight something hot. He was going to make it so damn good for the both of them that it blew his husband's mind. That it left the black-haired man a whimpering, whining mess that shook beneath him. He was going to make tonight worth while. Just like Shouta had the first afternoon that he'd had his alone time. No doubt the first time he used his toy. But first he needed to shower. To clean the toy out. But tonight? He squirmed slightly with his pants catching in his throat as he bit at his grinning lip.

God, he can't wait.