The Darkest Fifty Shades of EraserMic (Shades of EraserMic 3)

by CrypticBeans

And here it is! The final fifty chapters of nothing but smut! Enjoy!

12. Just A Bit of Encouragement

Hizashi has always found that showers were a nice way to either get things started or to refresh from a long day. A way to wake up. A way to fall asleep at night after becoming clean once more. Showers can be used to unwind and help ease the tensions the day can give. It can help relieve tension rising on shoulders and back. Can relax even the tensest muscles. Standing in the shower, he let out what he had to guess to be a sigh as he tipped his head back. Letting the water run along his scalp.

He slid his hands over the heavy weight of his wet hair. It was nice. Unbelievably nice. There was nothing he loved more than to jump in the shower after a long day. After a brutal day that left him dead on his feet. Standing beneath the showerhead with water that ran along his scalp was always the best. Especially the massage function of their showerhead that always worked out knots in his back. Always massaged his scalp so fucking good it had him melting.

And today was no exception to that. Swaying on his feet as that water massaged his scalp, he pressed his hands to the shower wall to steady himself to keep himself from slipping. From toppling over. The heat of the water felt so fucking good. So damn good on his scalp as his headache throbbed in his temples. He kept his eyes shut with lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he counted his breaths. Slow. Even. It was calming. Peaceful. Tranquil. Showers always worked to reset him.

Whether it was to have a cry or to have his husband with him. His husband, in fact, had been in the shower with him nearly a few minutes ago. Scrubbing at his body with fingertips massaging his skin beautifully. The care he displayed in washing his hair to which he'd returned the favor to the black-haired man who was content. It was only when he asked for a few minutes alone after he finished his hair care routine that his husband agreed easily enough.

He'd slipped out of the shower with a kiss on the lips being his goodbye before leaving. And he has been in the shower god knows how long. Enough for him to worry about his fingers that felt like they were starting to prune. But how did he do this? How did he leave this bathroom and tell his husband what was going on in his head? How did he tell his husband that he didn't want sex? He was an eager, passionate lover; something Shouta had told him in the past after a few romps.

They were both passionate. Both crazy for one another. That much was evident from their early youth when they made love for the first time. It had led them to a world of sex where most afternoons when he was sober was spent twisted up together with not a stitch on. When they were fucking like rabbits all over that shitty little apartment of theirs. When he hardly kept his hands off of Shouta as they twisted together effortlessly. It was something that had been the foundation of their love life.

That passion they held for one another had done nothing but grew stronger as the years went by. A passion for one another that they fed one another effortlessly. He was more than eager to say that he had a flame for Shouta that couldn't diminish. That he would always jump at the chance to make love with him. To fuck him silly until he was howling and clutching at the mattress. At the blankets. There was nothing he loved more than to make love to his husband until hands were grabbing at him fervently.

Holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping his husband pinned down to the bed. There was work and dedication to their passion to one another. An arousal that was fed with each day that went by but tonight? His drive was surprisingly absent. Even tracing that tattoo over his husband's hip didn't flicker the heat under his skin the way it usually did. If anything, he was fearful to leave this shower and tell his husband he didn't have the drive to make love.

That he didn't have the drive to flip him into a new pose and fuck him silly. He didn't have it in him tonight and he couldn't understand for the life of him why his drive was absent tonight. He'd been gushing over the man all day today yet when it came tonight after innuendos and playful jokes, he had nothing. He opened his eyes as he lifted his head up with water gushing down his face when he looked down at his flaccid dick. Not even a twitch. Not one.

It had him squirming with what he had to guess to be a whine trapped in his throat. How does he go out there and tell this man that he doesn't want to make love? How does he tell him that he can't fuck him tonight? How did he say it in a way that didn't upset his husband? How did he say this and not make his husband feel less desirable? His husband never needed to say it out loud, but he knew a man's ego was sometimes bigger than it seemed.

That his husband got hurt even if he never admitted it out loud. And he wanted nothing more than to feed it. That confidence, that ego, was sexy on his husband. And he didn't want to upset him tonight by walking out softer than anything. He didn't want to stroke himself to an erection and have mechanical sex with his husband. That's not what sex is. It's not supposed to be stiff. It's not supposed to be mechanical. It's supposed to be passionate. It's supposed to be hot.

It's supposed to rock his damn world and leave his husband gasping beneath him. To the side of him when he rolled off of him as he gasped himself. Sex was supposed to make the both of them feel good together. He hated that he was fussing in the bathroom, panicking, feeling trapped in his shower. Scared to walk out there to his all too accepting husband who would understand. After all, how many times in the past did his husband not feel in the mood for sex?

How many times had they jerked off together or received a blow job because sex just wasn't it? He'd been more than accommodating when his husband didn't want sex. Sex was something that just didn't happen some nights and he understood it. And yet here he was, water sloshing over his feet and sucked down the drain, panicking. Worrying. Scared that he would upset his husband or hurt his ego just because he couldn't get it up tonight. It wasn't that he was too tired for it.

Today had been draining, that was for sure. He was exhausted when he met his husband at the car but was he so tired he couldn't have sex? No. It'd never been a problem before so why is it a problem now? He didn't want Shouta to worry. To think it was all on him when it absolutely wasn't. God, if he was honest, his husband had done nothing but turn him on with all those coy looks and flirty glances. So, was the problem sex as a whole? Could he be turned on in other ways and sex not be it tonight?

Was that it? He felt ready to puke over his feet with his nervousness. His anxiety. He didn't want to let his husband down. Especially when all day they'd been giving flirty texts. Flirty interactions. Wouldn't it be like building up to something only to get their feet kicked out beneath them? Would he be doing that to his husband? He didn't want to think that somehow, someway, he was teasing the black-haired man only to take the option away.

The last thing he wanted was for his husband to feel ready for sex tonight and he came out to take it off the table. He was scared they would be on different pages tonight. No, not different pages but rather the same page but different paragraphs. It had him fidgeting nervously with water sloshing over him. Water pelting the top of his head as he pulled his hands away from the shower wall to stare at his pruning fingers. Dammit, he can't spend all night in the shower.

He can't hide here under the hope that his husband would be asleep by the time he got out. He knew how husband was feeling. So, what did he do about this? What can he do that would fix the situation at hand? They'd been so active with sex lately that it felt mind blowing. Hell, he was still riding the high of their roleplay! How could he not? It was the hottest fucking roleplay they'd done in quite a while. It was enough to get him off if he had a moment alone. It was good.

They'd been so active in sex that he hadn't thought of when he would eventually burn out. That his interest would dip down. It'd never happened with him before; he was always the eager lover. The one that jumped at the thought of sex. Maybe that made him a bit of a slut but could anyone blame him with a husband like Shouta? A man who was just as eager to engage in sex together? To make love together? And yet he hadn't thought he'd live to see the day where he didn't want it.

Where he didn't want to make love that way. It was a startling reality that he was in the position his husband used to be in during their first challenge when he would be tired from work. When he would be sleeping in the dorms three nights out of the week. God, that felt like a lifetime ago. A lifetime ago when his husband had been painfully shy and he'd needed to be treated delicately. With gentleness. Taking a slow, deep breath that had his shoulders rising then letting it out slowly.

His husband wasn't going to judge him. If he left this shower right now, told him he couldn't get it up or that he wasn't interested tonight then what would Shouta say? What would he do? Was he preparing himself right now? He cursed in what he hoped was a low tone but it was hard to tell. He could suck this up and go tell him. Tell his husband what was going on in his head. After all, when had Shouta ever made him feel he couldn't talk to him? If anything, his husband was amazingly understanding.

He didn't seem like the type, at face value, but his husband cared just as much. He cared about sex being a passionate whirlwind like himself. His husband was a rather passionate lover and he knew mechanical sex would leave them both dissatisfied. So was it better to miss one night of sex and let the next time be better? After all, he can't say that they hadn't been having some of the hottest sex lately. Ever since they got the greenlight and started this new challenge, hands had been on skin.

They'd been having sex any chance they possibly could with a new choice brought up. They'd been giving in to that insatiability quite a bit lately. So much so that he was surprised he hadn't burned out sooner after doing the same sex challenge three years in a row now. He didn't want his husband to think he didn't want him but it was better to be honest, wasn't it? That this was the one night that he didn't feel like having sex? That he didn't feel like going through it all tonight?

That he wanted to cuddle together in the aftermath of something? Or that he wanted to do something different like a hand job or blow job? He didn't want to lie to his husband but he was a bit burnt out from all the sex they'd been having. They were constantly going, going, going and feeding off of one another's excitement. And he loves that. But he doesn't want himself to burn out long before this challenge could properly begin. Tonight could be the exception, couldn't it?

Tonight could be the one night that he didn't feel like having sex? Would Shouta Hold it against him? Would he be resentful? Would he be let down? The indecision was killing him. It was odd to be the one in this situation. Is this how Shouta felt when they first indulged in mutual masturbation? When they did intercrural sex for the first time and he fucked his thighs? Is this how nervous, how panicked, Shouta had felt about not wanting sex?

They were both so eager for one another but why fear not being in the mood? It's not like the other would rip heads off because they didn't do it the one night out of the amazing other nights of sex they'd been having as of late. It wouldn't be the end of the world and he knew that. He knew his husband would understand it if he went out there and told him what was going on. What his dilemma tonight was. But would Shouta be let down? Yes. Anyone expecting something would be let down not to get it.

But he was sure that together they could find something to do tonight that was simple. That didn't involve being inside his husband for it to be sex. For it to be hot. Biting at his lip he took another slow, deep breath through his nose before reaching for the handle. He had to do this now. He had to get himself dried off at least before joining his husband for the bedroom. Where he would inevitably work on his lotion routine if this went south. He grabbed the handle then spun it quickly before he could psyche himself out.

Before he could talk himself out of this. Turning the water off, he shuddered as the cool air attacked his wet skin when he tugged the curtain open then slid his hands over his hair. Wringing out the locks out the best that he could. He squeezed the water out the best he could before he reached for the towel folded up on the closed toilet seat. Lifting it up to wrap around his waist in a makeshift waistline before stepping over the edge of the tub wall to the mat they had out.

Stepping onto it, he shuffled forward then wavered on his feet. Blow-dry his hair tonight or rub it dry? Which would take longer? He'd already kept his husband waiting this long. He tugged the towel from around his waist in a hasty movement to throw up over his head to squeeze his hair. Rubbing it with the towel quickly with firm movements as his hands squeezed the water from the locks before sliding the towel off of his head. Flipping upwards with his hair slapping against his back with a heavy whack.

Then he slipped the towel beneath his hair and rubbed his back dry the best he could. His hands held a light tremble to them as he rubbed his back dry then slid the towel down over his ass. The backs of his thighs. He then slid the towel over his stomach and chest. His arms. He then slid the towel over his legs and between them gently. How quickly it took him to dry off as he stared at his fingers that had begun pruning. The air that was thick with the steam.

He rubbed at his ears thoroughly to make sure they were dry as can be before turning to the sink where he picked up his hearing aids. Flicking them on then placing them in his ears, he caught the water dribbling from the showerhead. The gurgle of the drain as water swirled down it. The barely audible sound of music in the bedroom that got his heart jumping in his chest. Fuck, please tell him that his husband wasn't doing something sexy. Something sweet just for him.

He wrapped the towel around his hips again then grabbed his glasses before taking a deep breath. He could do this. He could have an adult, mature conversation with his husband about sex. It didn't have to be tonight but rather another night. He didn't have to be scared of his husband. Disappointment was a universal emotion. It would only be fair if his husband was a bit let down that he was going to say no to sex but that didn't mean they couldn't do other things.

Nodding to himself, he walked across the clammy bathroom floor to the door with goosebumps breaking over his skin when he shivered. Grabbing the damp doorknob, he took another slow deep breath before tugging the door open. And he opened his glasses up and slid them on his nose when he stepped out of the bathroom. The fog on his glasses thick but it quickly began dissipating as he stepped into the bedroom. He blinked then turned to look towards the bed where he got a foggy view.

Clearing rapidly, he choked at the lovely view of his husband sprawled out on the blankets. Damp hair spread over the pillows with his thighs held open with his foot planted on the bed as his thighs fell open naturally. His nipples were hardened from the cool air with black curls sticking to his chest damply. Wildly. His skin held a soft flush from the heat of his shower when he'd taken his "turn" under the shower head. A moment he'd avoided the water to keep from being scalded but it made that pale skin look so, so lovely.

There was a knowing, lazy smirk curled over full lips with that blind eye sparkling at him with the left with a look of mischief. Thighs twitching before spreading themselves wider with hips canting upwards as his husband's fingers twisted into the blankets with his head pressing back into the pillow. His gaze flickered down over his chest to his stomach where he followed that happy trail down with a sense of familiar awe. A sense of fascination as he looked over his husband.

Moving his gaze down, down, down until that happy trail thickened into the wild, chaotic black curls that covered his husband's pelvis. And God, if his mouth didn't water at the sight of the black-haired man's half-hard dick. Twitching with thighs spreading wider as if inviting him to look all he wanted. And he did. He could admire this man all night long but he didn't feel a damned twitch of his dick. Not one. Not when he should be wanting to fuck this man he felt strangely mortified.

Embarrassed. Where his husband was the sexiest he'd ever fucking seen him be he felt not a twitch of his dick. And he was ashamed. It had his fingers twisting together when he bit at his lip with his gaze flicking away yet he caught the way his husband shifted. Glancing out of the corner of his eye before lowering them when the black-haired man blinked at him. Black lashes fluttering before he sat up with thighs closing together. The towel over the edge of the bed was grabbed at and he wanted to howl.

To plead for his husband not to cover up but there was a look of worry pinching at his husband's face when he remained by the doorway of the bathroom. Peeking up, he watched as his lower half was covered up with the black-haired man leaning onto his hand. Black brows squeezing together with a frown pinching at full lips where a lazy smirk had been curled over them seconds ago. As if, somehow, he could understand there was a shift. That, while unspoken, there was something wrong.

Something tensing in him that had his shoulders scrunching up slightly as his fingers twisted together. Dark eyes stared down at his hands before lifting upwards to meet his gaze but he couldn't meet those eyes. Not when he felt that strange embarrassment that he wasn't pouncing on his husband. That he wasn't trying to get "down and dirty" with his husband who was clearly turned on. Who was clearly waiting for him to join him in the bedroom.

He'd been quiet before their shower, during it, and his husband had tried asking if he was alright. He'd lied. He'd deflected. And now it was all coming back to bite him in the ass. He was scared, worried, that his husband would think he didn't want him when that was the farthest thing from the truth. He does want him but he just can't tonight. Would Shouta understand that? He chewed at his lip when his husband leaned forward on his hands with that look of concern pinching at his brow.

His frown deepened further on those full lips as dark mismatched eyes flickered over his face. As if they could read the reason for his lack of a response to that beautiful, stunning, sexy sight like that one. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to let him down. Make him upset. The last thing he wants to do ever is to disappoint his husband but he was going to do that, wasn't he? It had him swallowing a whine when his husband shifted on the bed with that look of concern pinching at his face. ⭐

"Hizashi, love, what's the matter? Did I do something wrong? Is there something in general that's wrong?" His husband squirmed across the blankets when he let out a shuddering breath with his teeth chewing at his lip when he stepped forward. Quick steps to the edge of the bed where he dropped down onto it with a groan. There was a rustle and then hands were pressing to his back gently. Rubbing up and down comfortingly. "Normally you'd be, ah, ready to go? Jump my bones with me like that?"

Now. He needed to get the words out of him, but his throat felt far too tight to squeeze out the words he knew he needed to say. C'mon! He could do this! He can! Dragging his teeth over his lip with those hands rubbing at his back, he let out another shuddering exhale when he twisted his fingers into the hem of his towel. Now or never. "Baby, do you know those nights where you don't, um, want sex? Like nothing you do really makes you feel interested in it? Sorta burned out but feel you can do other stuff?"

Hands paused briefly on the middle of his back when there was silence. A moment where dialogue failed as the quiet music playing filled the space between them when there was a shift, and arms curled around his shoulders. He was tugged back towards a broad chest with lips pressing to the top of his head with arms squeezing him gently. "Oh, love, is that it? Are you- Do you not feel in the mood? If that's the case, then that's alright! Trust me, I get it! Is that why you were quieter than usual before our shower?"

"I-I guess? I was trying to-to find a way to say it without hurting your feelings, baby! Because here you are, all stretched out and looking so fucking beautiful it hurts, and I don't feel anything. There's no interest in fucking tonight and I feel horrible because I kinda made you think we were going too, you know?" He tilted his head back to look up at his husband with arms tightening around his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Shouta. I'm sorry that I got your hopes up and it's not you, I promise! I just-!"

"Zashi, love, it's alright." A hand came up to caress his jaw gently with full lips then pressing against his forehead. He couldn't deny it felt nice, but he still felt twisted up. Still felt horribly guilty for something he felt he should be able to control when his husband squeezed his arms around his shoulders. "Have you ever been mad when I'm not in the mood? Were you mad when we didn't have sex? When we didn't fuck like rabbits the way we usually do? Were you mad at me then?"

"No! Never! I was never mad at you, baby!" He reached up to catch the hand trailing along his jaw with fingers curling into his. Fitting beneath his when he squeezed at his husband's hand when he slid his free hand up to caress his forehead when he stared up at his husband. Swallowing, he slid his thumb along the side of his husband's hand. "I'd never, ever, ever in a million years be mad or upset because we don't have sex! Never!"

"Then why would I be mad? Why would I be upset? I mean, I won't lie, I'm disappointed to hear that you don't want to fuck tonight, but things change. If you don't want to fuck then we aren't going too. I'm not a bit mad with you because I understand it. Sex is supposed to feel good, right? For us to feel good together?" He nodded, which had the hand in his tightening on his with a squeeze that he returned. "Then there's no point in having sex if you're not in the mood for it. If you're not wanting it."

"I just- I don't want you to think I don't want you because I do! I always want you!" The black-haired man shifted behind him with knees touching his lower back lightly when his thumb moved against the side of his hand. Lips pressing to the top of his head again when he took a breath then let it out slowly. He was panicking. On the defense when he didn't need to be. "I just don't know what's wrong with me tonight. I don't think I'm tired and I can't think of any reason other than that, you know?"

"It's okay to not know, love. It's alright to not be in the mood, I mean, we've been pretty active sex wise, haven't we? Maybe you're a bit burned out? Could that be it?" The arm around him tightened as he rested back against the warmth of his husband's chest when he got another kiss to the top of his head then the press of a cheek against it. "Regardless, it's alright. I'm not mad. I'm not upset. If you don't want sex, then there'll be no sex. I don't want you to force yourself to do something you don't want."

"I want too that's the thing! I want to do something with you tonight, you know? But I just- My body isn't reacting right. I want to touch you, to love you, and I want to make love with you, but my body just isn't interested in it, you know? I think I might be a bit burned out, but I just can't tonight. Are you really going to be, okay? Are you really fine with no sex tonight?" Tilting his head back, he met those mismatched dark eyes when he lifted his hand up to rub against that pink cheek.

"I'm perfectly fine with not having sex and I'll be okay. If you really wanted to, we could look at the list? There are a few options on there that don't involve sex if you'd still like to do something tonight? You can feed into those voyeuristic tendencies of yours." He couldn't help a laugh when Shouta squeezed his hand with his cheek pressing to the back of his hand when that arm around him tightened. Holding him so securely it had him melting. "Do you want to do that? Or no?"

Looking up at that pink cheeked face, it was so easy to forget how his husband had been laying out. That he was half hard mere seconds ago; was he still hard? Harder? What was going on in that head that his husband could be aroused but be so okay with no sex? They both had high drives but the fact his husband was okay with not making love? It was strange to see his husband be so accepting when it was usually him reassuring Shouta. "I- Yeah. Let's look at the list."

"Alright. And don't look so panicked, Zashi. I'm really not upset with you; sometimes sex just doesn't happen. I will never, ever hold that against you. I will never be mad because you can't get it up or simply don't want to. You've never been mad when I wasn't in the mood, were you?" Swallowing, he shook his head when his husband smiled softly at him before shifting backwards carefully with that arm sliding away. The hand in his squeezing. "Then I can promise I'm not upset either. It's alright."

"I don't know whether to be relieved, happy, or surprised that you're acting like me. Normally I'm the one reassuring you about not being in the mood! You're really taking a page from my book, huh?" He couldn't help a giggle then when his husband nuzzled the back of his hand before letting go. Crawling backwards out of view when he turned to watch Shouta grab at the pillow when he reached out to squeeze his ankle. "I promise, baby, I'm going to make this up to you! I promise."

Shouta tugged at the pillow then dipped his hand into the case then tugged their list out. Tossing the pillow back, the black-haired man smiled at him softly with all the warmth in the world. It had his heart jumping in his chest when Shouta then adjusted the towel around his waist then crawled up behind him with the list being held out. Taking it from his husband, lips pressed to the top of his head again. "I've learned from the best. But I'm telling the truth, I'm not upset. Disappointed? Yes. But not mad."

"Well, I'll choose something that'll make up for it, baby, and I won't let you be disappointed for long!" He unfolded the page to look over the options of the paper when his husband merely hummed at him. Arms curling loosely around his shoulders with a cheek pressing to the top of his head. He looked over the list restlessly in his hand with his husband nuzzling at him. How one man can be so accepting he had not a clue. Scanning over the page his eyes fell on an option.

JOE/JOI. It had him blinking when his gaze flicked over to read the parenthesis next to it; Jerk off encouragement/jerk off instruction. It was written in his own writing which rang dim bells in the back of his head. He didn't need to look this up to know exactly what it would entail. What it would mean when it came to his husband. It would involve control that would get his husband off. It would give him an active role in this without sex, right? "Did you find one yet, Zashi? Or do you need more time to look?"

His lips parted silently as he stared at those little words on the paper. He could do this, couldn't he? After all, it was simple and something he could effortlessly do with his husband. It was a way to be involved with his husband's pleasure and to feed into it. It was something they could do together without the need of sex. It was a simplistic choice, but he was sure his husband would enjoy it, nonetheless. "This one. Jerk off encouragement and jerk off instruction. I want to do this one."

"Oh? So does that mean you're either going to encourage me to jerk off or tell me how to do it then?" How fast his husband caught on when he got a soft chuckle from the black-haired man followed by the press of those full lips against the top of his head again. It sent tingles down his back when Shouta squeezed him back to his chest when he felt that chin rest on his head. "If that's what I'm understanding right then I'd dare say that this is a nice middle ground, isn't it?"

"I think so! And like you just said, it's a nice middle ground! It kinda gives us everything we want tonight, you know? I get to watch, you get to be watched, I still get to be involved, and we can make something from tonight? It's perfect." He tipped his head back to look up at his husband before pushing up to stand as arms slid from around him and turned to face the black-haired man. Folding the paper up, he reached over to place it on the bedside table. "I'm down for this if you are!"

The black-haired man sat back on his heels with dark, mismatched eyes flicking to the paper on the bedside table. His towel wrapped securely around himself to keep his lower half covered up. He couldn't tell if his husband had gotten soft or if he was still half hard, but he found himself eager to tug that towel off. To strip him clear of a stitch of fabric. To marvel over that pale skin of his that held a soft pink blush from his shower when his husband met his gaze. "I'm absolutely happy to do this. Sit at the foot of the bed."

"You got it!" He happily shuffled over then climbed up onto the bed where he crossed his legs beneath him. Situating him comfortably at the end with the bed dipping beneath him when Shouta's hands reached down. Hesitating before unwrapping the towel from around his waist then shifting to position himself against the head board. Thighs squirmed together with knees arching up to block off the view of his groin when he shifted. "Okay, let's start off easy! Are you still hard?"

His husband glanced away from him then as if he were embarrassed this time. His cheeks flushing a soft red when knees knocked then rubbed together before his husband shifted his sitting position. Bracing his back up against the headboard properly before his knees fell open with thighs spreading apart. He was soft again, but the twitch had his skin flickering with heat when the black-haired man's thighs spread wider. "Not anymore but it shouldn't be a problem. Just give me a bit."

"No rush, baby! We can take our time with it, yeah?" His husband nodded at him with thighs twitching as if to close only to spread themselves impossibly wide for him. Sliding his hands over the towel covering his thighs he glanced over to his lotion on the bedside table. He knew rubbing one out dry wouldn't be ideal for his husband. A lubricant of some kind would be needed and what better than to start them out slowly. "Why don't you use the lotion? Spread it on yourself?"

The black-haired man followed his gaze to the bottle of lotion then reached over for it. Grunting quietly when his fingers clipped the pump before leaning over with thighs closing slightly. Once the bottle was grabbed, his husband balanced it on his thigh to pump one, two, three squirts into his hand before placing the bottle down. His hand wavered before reaching down to wrap around his twitching dick with thighs spread when he gave a slow stroke. "Like this?"

"Yeah, just like that." He watched that hand slide slowly to spread the lotion over himself with Shouta's hand rolling lazily over the head before sliding down to the base. The light, wet sound of lube being spread was deafening as his husband's hand slid slickly over himself with teeth nipping at the full bottom lip. Eyes glancing down when he found himself riveted to those slow strokes of his husband hand. "Keep doing it just like that until I tell you otherwise, yeah? Take your time getting yourself hard then we'll go from there."

His husband hummed at him with a slow breath being taken followed by a light tremble when it rushed out of his husband. That hand continued to move slowly with strokes that remained sluggish. Fingers squeezing in vain to stay on as they slipped effortlessly over the black-haired man's erection. It had him shuddering at the way those thighs twitching apart as if to open wider. Welcoming his gaze rather than hiding away. It was amazing to think that this was the same man that, two short years ago, would have never done this.

Until his husband chose exhibitionism during their first challenge, the man had been a bit shy. There was a time in their youth in their first apartment when Shouta used to strut around their apartment without a stitch of clothing on. He'd done the same, but it had ended when Nemuri had come over impromptu and Shouta had been caught. There had been a shyness imbedded in his husband after that moment but there was something so delightful in seeing the change.

He couldn't believe one little choice from their first challenge led to this. Led to by far the sexiest Shouta had ever been with him. The black-haired man wasn't afraid nor shy to take his clothing off before him. Wasn't shy to give him a show no matter what he did. What he chose. He stared at the black-haired man with a sense of awe as his fingers twisted into the hem of his towel draped over his thighs. He felt that flicker of heat under his skin fan outwards but as he kept his eyes locked on him.

And he couldn't help but wonder if the feeling was shared. He watched his husband's sluggish strokes with fingers swiping over the head then sliding down slickly to the base while his dick twitched. His husband was beautiful. Stunning. He was easily one of the most beautiful men he'd seen in his lifetime. Whether that was bias or not, the fact remained that his husband was gorgeous. His husband had been so willowy when they were teenagers. Soft, curved limbs that were never lanky like his own.

Evenly proportioned. It had been no wonder he assumed Shouta to be a girl until he had spoken to him at first. His husband had been willowy with soft curves any girl would envy while he'd been lanky with sharp angles. And yet there was something so mesmerizing about seeing his husband shed that willowy body shape. When he began to bulk up he found himself struck over a new awe with his then boyfriend. A new appreciation over Shouta that led to him desperately wanting to touch. To kiss. To feel him.

To dedicate himself to memorizing the curves and dips, muscles and lengths of skin with his hands. His eyes. His mouth. It had been amazing seeing Shouta become as muscular as he was; there had been a delight in watching those muscles form. His husband was effortlessly more buff, more muscular, than himself. Where he'd been lanky limbs and sharp edged, he'd grown into a thinly muscled man. Slender. He was muscular in his own way, no doubt, and he was proud of himself.

Delighted in his body type the same way he loved his husband's body type. Both strong. Both toned in their own ways. He didn't care if he didn't look muscular like Yagi did in his buff form or like his husband. All that mattered was that no matter how heavy his husband was he could lift him into his arms. Could carry him to bed. That's all that mattered. So long as he could sweep him off of his feet to get his husband smiling at him then that's all the strength in the world that he needed.

To get him clinging onto him with those strong hands of his. There was nothing he could admire, love, and desire more than Shouta. He was beautiful. And spread before him with his thighs twitching as they fell open with his left foot sliding over the bed, he'd argue that he was the epitome of beauty. He let his gaze wander over that softly flushed face of his husband's where black lashes fluttered at him in a blink with those mismatched eyes focused on him.

A deep gray that was lightning every single day seemed as if it bordered to a soft gray. It was something he'd been warned about by Recovery Girl; that with time the cataracts would settle into his husband's injured eye and turn it much lighter. He was prepared for that. Full lips parted slightly with a trembling breath being taken by the both of them. And then that blush on his husband's cheeks seemed to dark before his very eyes. A deep, rich red that glowed on his cheeks beautifully.

He let his gaze wander down from his face to his chest that fluttered with his quiet breath. Nipples were perked up, poking out from the black curls of hair covering his husband's chest. It had his hands itching to touch that softly flushed skin. His fingers twisting into the towel with that urge to trail them over his hardened nipples until he was squirming beneath him. He admired the soft pink flush to his shoulders from the lingering heat of the shower that spread over his chest in a soft dusting of color.

Something that would deepen with his husband's blush that would spread down no doubt. He let his gaze wander over that broad chest until he found his gaze trailing down to his softening stomach. Something he wanted to squish his hands into; to grab, squeeze, and knead the way he had when he had asked for them to indulge in the belly kink. Something that he could freely admit he had. His husband's stomach was still softly muscular and yet it was soft to the touch. Looked softer.

It begged for all the squeezes and grabs his hands could give to the black-haired man. His body was utterly perfect. Every dip, every curve, he found himself trailing down to admire the curve of his waist. The flare of his hips. His gaze tracing the tattoo on his husband's left hip. It was stunning. Just as sexy as it had been the very first day his husband had gotten it along with his piercings that caught the low light of the bedroom with winks. Deep, obsidian jewels buried in his earlobes.

He then let his gaze wander back down to those spread thighs; thick. Strong. Oh, there's nothing he loves more than to bury himself in between those muscular thighs of his husband. To have them squeeze around his head. To rub and squirm restlessly until his hearing aids were dangling out of his ears. His hair a mess from the consistent rubbing. There was nothing he loved more than to bury himself down against his pelvis with his dick down his throat. When hands would grab at his hair.

Thighs rubbing on either side of his head. When his husband's voice howled louder, louder, louder until it was a slurred wail was always his favorite. The sight of his husband twisting and squirming beneath him eagerly for more, more, more. It was a damned shame that he didn't feel that need. That desire to fuck this man tonight but he had spoken the truth. He was going to make this up with his husband. He was going to do his best to do whatever it was that his husband asked of him.

To make next time blow their damn tops when it was Shouta's turn to pick something off of the list. It had his blood crackling with his hands clutching at the hem of his towel when he let his gaze flick pointedly between those spread thighs. Trembling breaths being taken by his husband who was stroking himself with that slow, sluggish speed with the lotion squelching lightly. A slick, wet sound as his husband grasped at himself desperately to keep his hand from sliding off of himself.

His thighs twitching as if they wanted to spread wider; to display the flexibility the black-haired man had worked so hard at. Had developed over time. The sight of his husband spread out wide for him made him regret not feeling that drive tonight. He was sexy. God, his husband looked so fucking sexy he felt himself ready to drool as he watched the black-haired man stroke himself slowly. Taking his time moving his hand up and down with idly curves up near the head with slick fingers rubbing over the head.

He'd always been so riveted when it came to watching his husband touch himself. Whether it was fucking himself with his fingers or touching himself in the height of passion when he was thrusting into him. It was all hot. It was all the best thing on the planet to watch his husband lose himself. In watching him stroke himself fast in time with his pounding thrusts with that look of desperation pinching at his red face. When he was so lost in the pleasure that he got the pleasure of watching black lashes flutter.

In watching those dark eyes threatening to roll back into his head. It was a sight that always told him he was doing something good with his husband. His husband, who was so much stronger than him, always took it like he was desperate. As if he were crazed to touch him just once. It was something he adored. No one got to see Shouta the way that he saw him. No one would know that his husband was the perfect little power bottom. No one would know how his husband acted in the bedroom.

That his husband was this kinky, unafraid, unabashed man who would touch himself so readily before his partner. Shouta was his. All his to know the truth. When Mount Lady had tried gossiping with him on a job about Shouta, he'd all but bitten his lip. Held in the laughter he'd felt bubbling at her assumptions over his husband. To know that he had all the information? All the insider knowledge on Shouta? It was a rush like none other. It made him rather egotistic, but his husband had said in the past he liked that.

He liked that they could listen to the rumors with a grain of amusement. That they knew the truth about one another. He'd heard for years people speculating if he was a bottom, switch or top when they found out he was married. The rumors about whether Shouta topped or bottomed. And as much as he wished he was a switch he liked that his husband was comfortable in being a power bottom the way that he was. They had their perfect balance going and he loves it.

He loves that despite those silly little speculations of the world around them that they knew the truth. It was something they laughed over together throughout the years. Watching his husband's hand continue to move sluggishly, he felt a flicker of heat beneath his skin that had him tilting his head slightly. Admiring the sight of his husband's slick hand sliding over himself with that wet sound. Soon enough it would be nonexistent and his husband would have to use more.

It would keep him from going down on his husband but if he washed off? Well, then he wouldn't mind one bit going down on him. Perhaps he should have told him to use the flavor lube rather than the lotion but he hadn't been thinking when he gestured to it. Leaning forward slightly with his crossed legs fidgeting beneath him, he found himself riveted. Locked onto that white-knuckled grasp Shouta had on himself. Trying in vain not to slip off from what he could make out.

He admired the sight of the black-haired man touching himself when he watched that dick twitch in a volley in his husband's grasp. A low, barely audible groan leaving the man as he leaned back against the headboard with his chest fluttering with his breaths. He swore there was nothing hotter as that hand continued to move sluggishly between his spread thighs that twitched. God, he wished he could just fuck him. He wished he could get it up. That he had the desire for sex tonight.

And save for that stirring of interest, there was no other sign in his body for that need. That interest. He was perhaps a bit burned out like his husband suggested but he knew the next time would just be better. He leaned forward slightly causing the bed to dip beneath him when his husband's breaths caught. His hand tightening on himself as it continued to move slowly when it twitched in his grasp. A volley of twitches when he then watched in awe as it began to harden.

The black-haired man whimpered with thighs spread open so damn wide he wondered how his hips didn't ache in the slightest bit. How they didn't hurt. He watched as the black-haired man's dick twitched again with that hand continuing to move slowly over himself. He couldn't help but wonder if it was that pleasurable agony to keep moving his hand so slow. If his husband found it unbearable as he hardened in his own hand. It was mesmerizing.

His gaze was transfixed on the way that dick swelled in his hand; how it filled out with a thickness that had him in awe. He could still recall from their last anniversary just what it felt like to have that thick erection inside of him. He knew exactly what it felt like and God if it didn't have him squirming slightly. He leaned forward with hands pressing to the bed. His hair swaying then spilling over his shoulders as he stared at the black-haired man in awe.

Watching as that hand never sped up, never flew over himself but rather kept the pace that he had set for him. He wants nothing more than to scooch forward but Shouta had asked him to stay at the foot of the bed. And he'd be damned if he ruined the immersion by making his husband feel uncomfortable. Thighs kept themselves spread wide for his viewing pleasure as he watched his husband's hand slid over himself. Curving upwards near the head with fingers rubbing over the head of his erection as it filled out in his grasp.

Hard. Thick. It had his mouth watering at the sight of it but he knew it would be too much with the taste of lotion on himself. But fuck if he wasn't riveted to the sight before him. The beauty that was his husband. His hands twisted to hold onto the hem of his towel. It was bunched awkwardly over his knees when his husband squeezed at himself. Stroking in that same sluggish speed even if he could see the desire pinching at his face. The silent plea for him to change his mind.

For him to give the go ahead for him to move his hand faster. It had him staring unblinkingly at his husband who squirmed then. Fidgeting. As if he were restless with hips arching up slightly with the black-haired man whining at him. It was a soft sound his hearing aids just barely picked up that sent shivers down his back. He stared in awe at the way his husband's hand moved sluggishly with the Shouta staring at him with that blazing heat in those dark eyes.

Looking at him like he wanted to pounce on him. To say something. It had his heart thudding against his chest with his hands clutching at his towel when he found himself shifting forward a little closer to his husband. He was awed that the black-haired man was listening to him. Keeping that same pace had to be agony when he was so hard in his own grasp. A drop of pre-come welled along the slit that was swiped away lazily by trembling fingers.

Then his husband's hand slid back down towards the base with a huff leaving him. It was mesmerizing being able to watch his husband twist and squirm. Watching his back arch ever so slightly with thighs spreading wide. Welcoming his eyes to gawk at him. To watch him. There was a submission to the way his husband offered himself up for him to gawk. To watch the black-haired man as he touched himself. As if he were resigning himself to his fate of being watched.

Shouta spread himself wide as possible for his viewing pleasure. His thumbs drummed weakly on his knees with his gaze riveted to his husband. How that blush was deepening on his cheeks as it spread down to color his chest and collar bones. How his hips arched up in a shallow thrust into his slowly stroking hand. How his thighs trembled and spread themselves impossibly wide. How they twitched and trembled lightly with hips squirming slightly. As if aching to thrust into his hand.

Finger squeezing firmly at that twitching erection as that hand moved sluggishly with the black-haired man's breaths racing quietly. Loud in the quiet of their bedroom over that soft music his husband had playing. God knows he was honored that his husband had put on the sight he had earlier for him. He had not a clue what emboldened him to do so but he was absolutely touched that his husband had the confidence to do this. That he had the boldness to do something like that.

To put on a sight like the one he'd had for him when he stepped out of the bedroom. Had he stroked himself until he was half hard? Or had that been natural? Whatever his husband had been expecting wasn't happening, but they were doing something together that was sexual. It had him riveted. Awed. If he was honest, a bit turned on. It had his cheeks burning when his dick gave a twitch. A single one but it was still something. Even if they didn't have sex tonight, he was sure they'd be doing something with their hands.

With their mouths. It had him shuddering to think about as he watched his husband hand continuing to move at that sluggish pace. His erection twitching in his grasp and God if he didn't find himself utterly riveted to the sight. If it wasn't hot to watch fingers squeezing at that fat erection of his. Thicker than anything. His mind effortlessly recalled how heavy it would feel in his hand. How it would weigh his tongue down. He could remember how full he'd felt last year on their anniversary when Shouta had made love to him.

He knew what that erection felt like in his hands, his mouth, inside of him, and it had his skin flickering lightly with a brief burst of heat under his skin. His hair slid over his shoulders when he leaned forward with his eyes locked onto his husband. It was like their roleplay; he was awed. He was feeling flushed as he watched his husband's hand move. He felt like he couldn't tear his eyes away for a second or he'd miss it all. It had him clenching his jaw briefly to keep it from dropping open on him.

His hands twisting into his towel as they curled into fists against his thighs. His husband was so beautiful. Sexy. Unbelievably sexy. Thighs twitched with a whimper when he relaxed his jaw enough to lick at his lips. His breaths trembling lightly out of him with his husband pressing his foot to the bed to lift his hips up. His ass hovering over the bed with the black-haired man whimpering at him again as his hand kept its sluggish pace. God, the twists and little squirms of his husband had him absolutely enthralled.

There was something that was so good about watching his husband move while he stroked himself. His hair swayed against his back with the slight tilt to his head when he found himself shifting his weight slightly with his husband whimpering at him. Hips arching upwards with a shallow thrust into his hand before stilling himself when he took a breath with his heart thudding against his chest. A hard hit that knocked the air out of his lungs when he then swallowed. He needed to give an order.

Tell him what to do. It had him absolutely crackling with excitement at the thought of having this type of control over his husband who was staring at him pleadingly with teeth worrying over his full lip with black brows squeezing together tightly. That chest arching forward with hips thrusting shallowly into that slowly stroking hand again. And God, if his husband didn't look beautiful. If he didn't look like the hottest, sexiest man in the damn world to him right now.

It had his thighs tensing slightly against that urge to roll forward to plant his hands on the bed when he took a breath. It wavered ever so slightly down his throat as he squirmed in his spot in unison with his husband who squirmed. An eager sparkle to those dark, mismatched eyes of his. As if he could see him through his ruined right eye like usual. It had his skin flickering with heat when he then cleared his throat slightly when he fidgeted. Alright, time to change. To give a bit of mercy to his whimpering husband.

"You can stroke yourself faster, baby. Fast- Like that! Just like that, baby, keep it quick!" The black-haired man squirmed with a whimper as his hand began to move faster when he then clicked his tongue when hips thrusted up into his hand with those black lashes fluttering in a blink. "Keep your hips still! Squeeze yourself tight as you want without it causing pain and I want you to stroke faster! That's it! Good boy, Shouta, what a good boy you are listening to me so well! You enjoying yourself, baby?"

"Yes!" His tone shuddered slightly with that hand flying up and down quickly with the black-haired man biting briefly at his lip. Then his thighs squirmed before spreading open wide, wide, wide for him. His head pressing back to the wall to show off his throat when he watched Adam's Apple bobbing with a swallow. God, it was fucking hot. So hot as his husband jerked his hips down to the bed when he whined. "'m I do-doin' it right, Zashi? Doing it ri-right for you? Mmm! Fuck, wh-what else should I do?"

"You're doing it perfectly, baby! Nothing more and nothing less, you're doing good! You're such a good boy, baby, you know that? A very good boy who deserves a reward tonight, don't you?" He loved that happy sparkle to those dark eyes when his head rolled slightly against the wall with that hand flying quickly over his erection. It had his dick twitching beneath his towel when he shifted forward to roll onto his knees. "You can cum when you want, okay? I want to see you make a mess of yourself, so keep going!"

His husband whimpered at him then with his hips squirming down against the bed when that hand tightened on his erection. Knuckles going white briefly before sliding over himself quickly with his shoulder thumping against the headboard lightly. Rhythmically. It had him awed at the control he had. The few words it took to have his husband listening to him. Jumping at his beck and command. It had heat flashing beneath his skin as a fresh blush rushed up to his cheeks.

Burning there as he watched his husband's hand; stroking himself quickly with his fingers swiping over the dripping head. His husband was an absolutely beautiful sight that he couldn't get enough of. He wanted to try and convince his body to be more aroused than he was. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself between those thighs and fuck his husband the way he wants him too. He wants to make love with this man so tenderly that he teared up like he always did even if he denied it.

He wants to hear his voice grow higher as he whimpers his love for him. To hear him calling out his name again and again as his hips struck him. But the desire was weak tonight; it wasn't at all where he thought it'd be when he came home but they were adapting. Learning from this. His husband's hand slid over himself in long, sleek strokes that came quickly with fingers curving up to swipe over the head. Smearing the pre-come that welled along his slit before sliding his hand back down.

Moaning out when he squeezed at the base judging by the tightening of those fingers before sliding up. The pads of those fingers then ground into the dripping head in tight circles that had him leaning forward on his hands. The bed dipped beneath his hands as he watched his husband roll those tight circles into the head. Pre-come smearing beneath his fingers causing them to glisten slickly before that hand was wrapping around himself again to slide down to the base.

God, what a thick dick his husband has. It was a shame he wasn't a switch. A shame that he wasn't a bottom. If he was God knows Shouta would have to beat him off with a stick. He knew size queens existed and while his husband was a beautiful, decent six inches he was thick enough to stretch anyone out. Big enough to fill up the most desperate of people. It made him feel lucky. Made him feel utterly blessed he had such a well-endowed husband like Shouta.

It had his dick twitching weakly between his thighs as he admired the soft flush to the head of his husband's erection. Was it throbbing? Was the skin tight with that blood flow that had it warm? He swore there was nothing more fascinating than an erection; he'd never, in his life, felt something so velvety and so hard in his life. It was so good. He wants nothing more than to slide between his spread thighs and stroke him. Jerk him off for him but that wasn't what tonight was about.

It was about watching his husband. It was about giving him the orders on how to touch himself and God knows he was listening. He was riveted to this. Riveted to his husband who was getting off on him watching. He knew he was. It was there in the way he was squirming with his thighs tensing up slightly to avoid thrusting up. His hand twisting and curving over his shaft with fast strokes that moved faster to swipe at that dripping head. He'd give anything to touch his husband.

To slide his hands along those tensing thighs up to his squirming hips. To slide his hands over his softly muscled stomach to squeeze and knead at it. He wants nothing more than to slide his hands up to his chest to play with those hardened nipples. To pinch, tug, twist and caress them until his husband was a whimpering mess. What he'd give to make love to him. Fuck him. To get that deep voice of his shouting out the most vulgar words he'd ever heard in his damn life.

To have nails biting into his back as hips struck against his pelvis with the black-haired man meeting him thrust for thrust. He twisted his fingers into the blanket beneath him when his dick gave another weak twitch against his thighs. It was better than nothing, wasn't it? He felt heat flickering over the surface of his skin only to sizzle out before it could reach his bones properly. Whether his husband knew it or not, he was in for a night of pleasure. He was going to be over the moon.

Even if they didn't have sex, he planned on exploiting ever damn erogenous zone on his husband's body until he was shaking. He was going to touch that pale skin flushed so delicately until he was twisting beneath him. He was going to bury himself between his thighs to suck that thick erection of his. Even if he didn't get hard again right away, he was going to suck at him. He was going to let that dick of his rest down his throat just to feel him harden over his tongue and clog his throat up.

He was going to kiss his throat, his chest, and toy with his nipples until he was a whimpering mess. Shaking, twisting, squirming. He was going to stuff his hole with his fingers and tease that prostate until he was coming all over him. He was going to make his husband come again and again tonight until he begged him for no more. Until he feared his husband would be in genuine pain if he jerked him off again. He was going to make his husband feel good. That's all he wants from tonight.

If he can't have sex tonight because his body wouldn't do it then he was going to do his best to fuck this man anyway he can. He was going to use his hands, his mouth, and if he so desired then he would use a few toys on his husband. He could go into the drawer right now and grab their flavored lube and the cock ring. He could make this man suffer dry orgasm after dry orgasm if he so desired. Just because he didn't penetrate his husband with his own dick didn't mean that they couldn't have fun.

It didn't mean that they couldn't find other ways to feel good. After all, they had spent years discovering new things with their hands. New things with their mouths. And God knows that tonight his husband and he could find a million things to do with their hands and mouths. That they had a new arsenal of toys that would allow them to do whatever they wanted to one another. To use on his husband. He was more than eager to see this man break down for him.

To see him melt into puddle on the bed that begged for no more. Begged for him to shower him in all the after care that he deserves. He wants nothing more than to make his husband come again and again for him. To watch him twist and turn. To watch sweat bead on his brow as he writhed beneath him with full lips parting. With his deep voice howling out for no more. To make him come until he felt he physically couldn't take another one was what he wanted from tonight.

He was going to do his best to make sure his husband feels fulfilled tonight. Sex or no sex. He was going to make this man feel good with whatever he can whether that's his hands and mouth or if it was using toy after toy on his husband. He was going to make sure that he didn't want anything tonight. If his husband wants to fuck himself on a dildo while he watches then that's exactly what he was going to do. He was going to be a support tonight that got Shouta off as many times as physically possible.

Anything to make up for the lack of sex that his husband was disappointed he wouldn't be getting. He had tricks up his sleeve that he planned on using tonight that would make his husband swoon. Make him gasp on the bed while he cleaned him up gently the way he always did after sex. He leaned on his hands slightly as he watched his husband's hand fly over his erection. Up and down, up and down, up and down quickly with hips squirming slightly side to side with his chest arching forward.

His head pressing back to the wall to show off that pretty throat of his. God, he could watch this man touch himself for hours. He felt his dick twitching weakly against his thighs again with heat flashing over the surface of his skin. His husband was so pretty. Shouta had once told him he was worried about his sex appeal. It was in the first year of his sobriety when he had been abstaining from sex. He'd been feeling guilty that he'd been a selfish lover while Shouta had suffered from insecurity due to their lack of sex.

He'd spent the past six years showing his husband he was desirable. He'd expressed that when they'd gone to couples therapy for a while, and he had made that clear throughout their marriage. He wanted Shouta to never doubt, not once, that he wasn't desirable. He watched his husband's hand stroking quickly at a rather decent pant with fingers swiping over the head of his erection. Watching the pads of fingers grinding into the dripping head before sliding back down.

That erection twitched with the familiar vein appearing beneath the skin that had him itching to touch. To trace with the tip of his tongue then grind his piercing into it. He may not want sex, but God knows he wants this man any way he could get him. Does Shouta feel the same? Did he understand truly what he was feeling? He had too if he was going to treat him so sweetly moments before he made the choice for this. He leaned forward on his hands with his eyes locked onto that moving hand.

How the knuckles glowed a faint white from the hard squeeze he was giving himself. The veins prominent beneath the skin begged for the tip of his tongue to trace. The scent of lotion was heavy between his husband's legs but God if he couldn't stop himself from crawling forward slightly from the edge of the bed to lean in. To watch him up close as his heart thudded sickeningly against his chest with his husband moaning out with his thighs twitching.

His hips rising from the bed slightly as that hand slid over himself again, again, again. He was mesmerized. Locked onto the way that his husband was stroking himself with the approved speed. There was nothing he wants more than to ravish this man. Suck his dick. Eat him out and rim his hole. Fuck him with his fingers. To toy with those hardened nipples. To twist his fingers into black locks as the black-haired man sucked his own dick. Let the man coax him to an erection if it was possible tonight.

He shuddered with that desire twisting into his chest. Excitement. He watched his husband's hand with a hunger that twisted faintly into him with his fingers twisting into the blanket. He'd seen Shouta jerk himself off many times in the past two years. It wasn't an uncommon sight but there was something so hot about it tonight. In watching that erection twitch with its throbs no doubt as his husband's hand flew over his erection. How those knuckles glowed a light white at him.

He found himself crawling forward again with his hand planting down by his husband's foot which dug into the bed causing it to dip. He lifted his gaze from that stroking hand to find his husband's eyes on him. Locked onto him with a hunger, a passion, that had his heart skipping against his chest. Surely, there was nothing stopping him from crawling between his thighs, was there? In kissing him? But Shouta wants him to watch. Shouta wants him to keep his eyes on him; he can see it.

But why couldn't he do both? He crawled forward between those spread thighs as he leaned in towards his husband who was panting quietly. His hand sliding quickly with black lashes fluttering before lowering ever so slightly at him with lips parting. As if he knew already what he wanted. What he needed. He leaned in with his own lips parting slightly when he moved his hand to plant on either side of his hips as that hand thumped against his stomach rhythmically.

A whimper leaving his husband when he leaned in to press his lips to those full ones. Sliding his lips against Shouta's, he shuddered when they pressed firmly to his. Sliding against his in return with that plushness of those full lips to his own. He leaned forward onto his hands as he moved his lips against his husband's which moved with his; sliding. Melting to mold and curve against his own with that third kiss. Fitting perfectly against his own. A touch of those full lips to his felt electric. Amazing.

God, fuck him if they weren't full. If they weren't plush with that thickness against his own. They fit and shaped against his perfectly with that quiet whisper ringing out as their lips moved together. He lifted a hand up to cup that red cheek with his thumb sliding over his cheekbone. Pressing his palm to that hot cheek, he slid his lips against his husband's firmly with lips pressing back with that answering firmness. He happily leaned forward to press their chests together with black curls tickling his chest.

He slid his lips against Shouta's when he tried to pour a passion into the kiss that Shouta returned without a second thought. He slid his thumb over his cheekbone with his glasses pressing annoyingly into his eyebrows. Fuck, he should've taken them off before doing this or slid them to the top of his head. Oh well, there was no changing it. And God if he didn't like kissing his husband. If he wasn't electrified to have those lips pressing to his own as he slid his lips against his husband's faster.

Fierce, passionate kisses were returned to him as the black-haired man's hand thumped against his stomach lightly. Rhythmically. It had him shuddering with his dick twitching as it hung between his thighs. Little weak twitches throughout this, these were the strongest one yet. It had him hopeful that maybe he'd get it up. Maybe, with enough time, he'd be hard like his husband was. It didn't change the fact he was interested in sex, but it would make for returning and giving pleasure all the better.

Sliding his lips firmly against his husband's with that light smack breaking up the whispering of their moving lips much to his delight. Breaths trembled over his cheek as he kissed the black-haired man with as much passion as he could muster. He shivered when he felt his husband returning it to him. A heated passion that had his skin breaking out in goosebumps when he twisted himself forward to press his husband back against the headboard.

This earned him a deafening moan from his husband as he pressed up against him insistently. A firm press that had the black-haired man shuddering beneath him with that hand moving faster. It was against his encouragement, but he didn't care. He didn't care one bit if he moved a bit faster. He'd already given his husband the permission to come if he wanted too. Moving his lips against his husband's, he couldn't deny there was a desire to remain right here.

To kiss this man silly all night long whether that was with soft, innocent kisses or with a harder, passionate make out for the night. He didn't care which it could be so long as he got to have these full, plush lips on his own. If he got the brush of his husband's skin against his own. It sent shivers down his back at the rub of those hardened nipples against his chest. He twisted himself tightly to his husband which had the headboard rattling lightly with the forced weight pressed back against it.

A hard push that he worried briefly if it was too hard only to have his husband moaning enthusiastically at him in response. Had his hand flying over his shaft with the hand hitting lightly against his stomach. It had him groaning quietly under his breath at the quiet sound of his husband's palm rubbing over himself as the lotion finally dried. Did he give him more lotion? Or did he pull out the flavored lube first? Did he insist his husband wash himself off? What would be better for them?

Groaning out again quietly, he crushed his lips to Shouta's when a hand came up to touch his waist. Tracing along the makeshift waistline of his towel. Shaking. That hand was shaking lightly as it then squeezed at his waist while that hand continued stroking beneath them as he kissed his husband. A passion given to him that had his heart jumping in his throat as he kissed his husband fervently. Delightedly. Kissed him with all the heat that he could muster only to have it returned to him effortlessly.

It had heat flashing over his skin, only this time did it sink down to his bones. Did it leave him feeling flushed as his dick twitched properly this time. No longer weak. No longer the barest twitch. It had his breaths hissing down excitedly at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he could get hard. He slid his thumb along his husband's cheekbone before sliding his hand down to cup the side of his neck. Sliding his thumb along his jawline back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

A gentle caress as lips moved quickly against one another with that light smacking ringing out consistently to fill the quiet over that soft music. He had no clue what his husband wanted from tonight sex wise, but he hoped to make it up to him. He'd never forget how beautiful his husband had looked sprawled out for him on the bed when he'd come out of the bathroom. How long his husband had been like that he had not a clue, but it had been the sexiest thing in the world.

Even if they didn't have sex tonight, he hoped nothing more than to give that pleasure to his husband. To make him feel good. He felt those breaths racing over his cheek as his husband stroked himself quickly between them. Lips sliding against his with a spark of eagerness that he happily returned to his husband who whimpered into the kiss. It had him shuddering with his knees digging into the bed. He slid his thumb along his husband's jawline with stubble scratching beneath his thumb.

He slid his thumb back and forth along it before rolling soothing circles into it as he crushed his lips to those full ones. Kissing him giddily with a sense of joy as he moved his lips against the black-haired man's. That smack ringing out to fill the quiet between them with that quiet brush of his husband's dry palm stroking himself. A shrill moan spilled out of the black-haired man into their kisses. He slid his lips fast, pressing harder against those full ones with his husband pressing back.

He pushed forward to pin him back against the headboard of their bed with his toes curling slightly when his dick gave another twitch against his thighs. His stomach fluttering with a heat twisting beneath his skin had him shuddering with his heart thudding against his chest. Was he getting aroused? Was this going to be something good for the both of them? He fucking hopes so. God, what he'd give to have his husband's talented mouth on his skin.

Working his way down to his erection where he would choke himself on it. Where he would take him down to the base with those weak gags as his hands twisted into black locks. Where he could admire those dark eyes glistening with small tears as he looked up at him. He wants nothing more than to see it. To feel the heat of his husband's mouth around him while he bobbed his head along his shaft. To have that wicked tongue playing with his piercings the way he did when he went down on him.

He wants Shouta to touch him. Sex may not be what he thought it to be, but he could make his husband feel good. Shouta could make him feel good if he desired. Just because there was no penetration doesn't mean it's not sex. Doesn't mean that it wasn't the hottest fucking thing in the world to be twisted up with his husband with not a stitch of clothing on him. To twist up with him as his skin brushed against his. To waddle to the bathroom with lube and come splattered over his skin.

Gushing down his throat. To have his husband come on his face was something they hadn't indulged in in quite some time and God help him if he didn't want that. If he didn't want to have those hot spurts land on his face. To have it in his hair as he was crushed to his husband's throbbing erection. Ohhh, it had his dick twitching at the thought of getting a facial from his husband. He hadn't had one in so long, but he wants it. He moaned lowly at the thought with his hand pressing fiercely to the side of his husband's neck.

Giving him a squeeze as he rolled tight circles into his jaw. It had his husband moaning back as that hand continued to thump lightly against his stomach. His breaths were coming shakily as he slid his lips fervently with his husband's as that passion was poured into the kiss making it hot. It had him shuddering when his dick gave another volley of twitches against his thighs. Kissing his husband fiercely with full lips pressed flush against his own when Shouta squirmed.

Moaning at him in a keening pitch as that hand kept its quick speed between them. Jolting beneath him when he no doubt ground the pads of his fingers into the head of his erection. The slick little sound it made deafening before that hand no doubt slid down in another stroke. He slid his hand from the side of his husband's throat to plant his hand on the bed when he reached up with his left hand to grab at his towel. Whipping it off of himself, he felt his dick twitching against his thighs.

Shuddering when his husband moaned at him again with that needy pitch. Needing him. Wanting him. Even if he wasn't inside of him, he was going to make this man feel good. He was going to make sure that the black-haired man came again and again until he felt satisfied. Until he felt fulfilled. Even if it wasn't coming inside of him, they were going to feel good together. He was determined to make sure that his husband had the pleasure he so clearly wanted from him tonight.

Sliding his hand along a silky inner thigh, his husband whimpered shrilly when he slid his hand upwards to gently cup his balls. Rolling them with his fingers, he couldn't help but groan at how heavy they were in his hand. A comforting little weight as he continued to roll his fingers carefully with his heart jumping in his chest wildly. His hair slithered over his shoulders to dangle between them as he kept up a firm pressure on those swollen balls.

The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening over that quiet music filling the background of thier bedroom leaving it feeling full. An additional sound to fill in the gaps that skin slapping on skin would fill. The squelches of lube and a condom rubbing together. It had him groaning when his husband's hips squirmed. Trying not to ignore his order. No doubt trying to keep them down. His husband was getting close. He could feel it in the way those lips crushed themselves desperately to his.

The way those shallow pants were hitching over his cheek with gasps. The way that hand flew over his erection when he pulled back from the kisses with a sharp smack as he then leaned back on his knees with his husband gasping as his chest expanded. His thighs shaking when he continued his firm pressure on the black-haired man's balls. It had him shuddering at the light tickle of stubble on his fingertips. Something his husband always kept groomed was the light dusting of hair on his balls.

It was honestly hilarious he shaved that but not his pubic hairs. He didn't dare comment but instead focused on rolling his balls in his hands while that hand flew over his erection. It looked painfully swollen in his grasp with pre-come dribbling from the slit down the underside of his erection when his hand wasn't fast enough. When his fingers didn't reach the tip fast enough. Oh, it had him groaning at the sight of that leaking erection as his husband stroked himself quickly.

His hips squirming desperately with the emotion pinching at his husband's face with a whimper leaving the man. He knew what he wanted but he refused to give him the go ahead. Not yet. He wants to see him get a bit more desperate. A bit more willing to do as he says. He may have given him permission to come when he wanted but he knew that the submissive side of his husband was kicking into gear the longer he stared into that red cheeked face. He saw it in those dark, mismatched eyes.

He knew it was growing stronger in his husband the closer he got to his orgasm. His thighs trembled with knees pointing out to spread himself wide when he squeezed at the silky inner thigh beneath his hand. It had his husband whimpering at him again with hips squirming before shoving down causing the bed to dip under his weight. It had him groaning at the sight of it as he continued rolling the balls in his hand firmly. Tight circles over the sack to get Shouta moaning as his head thudded back against the wall.

He wanted to question if he was alright but the way the black-haired man moaned out louder, louder, louder kept him going. Kept him in the moment as he pressed firmly down on the sensitive things in his hands when he fought the urge to touch his taint. To stimulate his prostate from the outside. He bit at his lip with his eyes locked on his squirming husband who was panting quickly. Shaking hitches with hips squirming side to side again. Thighs spread open impossibly wide.

There had to be something aching in his hips but if there was then it didn't show on that red face. His husband instead stroked wildly with his hips squirming again with a rustle over the bed. How agonizing was that? To want to thrust into his hand but to be unable to do so? To wait for his word to do so? It had him shuddering with his husband's lower half lifting up slightly from the bed with a snapping groan leaving the black-haired man. He had said not to thrust but the idea of his husband fighting an orgasm to keep himself in line?

To wait for his okay despite his previous words that he could come when he wanted too. Heat flashed under his skin when his dick gave a volley of twitches with his heart thudding against his chest wildly. His stomach fluttering when he squeezed the balls in his hand when he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. There was something so fucking hot about seeing his husband spread out like this for him. Watching him stroke himself wildly while he squirmed and twisted restlessly.

Pressing back against the headboard which rattled lightly when his husband whimpered pleadingly at him with fingers tightening on that thick erection. Fuck, it was hot. He found himself squirming slightly with the hope that he'd get something on him. Perhaps it was simply because he was finally coming around and feeling turned on but he wants his husband to come on him. He wants his come splattered onto his skin. On his face. To have come in his hair as fingers twisted him against the black-haired man.

He wants it so fucking badly. He had always joked that his husband had the wet and mess fetish but was it really him? Or was it simply natural to want his husband to come all over him? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have him hotter than anything at the thought of this man coming on him again and again. To swallow load after load that these balls had to offer him. If he didn't want the taste of his husband on his tongue for the rest of the night. He loves the taste of Shouta.

It was a bit musty, salty, but it tasted like him. He squirmed eagerly with his fingers rolling quick circles into his balls with that hand flying over his thick erection. Thighs shaking with his husband's back arching from the headboard with moan after moan spilling out of the black-haired man. Growing unabashedly louder much to his delight with whimpers and whines breaking those moans up. Groaning under his breath in that snapping pitch had him shuddering. So pretty.

Shouta was so fucking pretty like this that he couldn't stop his mouth from dropping open slightly with his own racing breaths. He watched the black-haired man squirm and twist restlessly against the head board when he rolled those balls in his hand. Giving a firm squeeze had a snapping, guttural moan snapping out of his husband at him with his head pressing back to the wall. Shouta was falling apart on him. He fucking loves it. God, does he love everything about tonight. About watching him like this.

He loves the sight of his husband gasping, panting, with fingers of his free hand twisting into the blanket beneath them with thighs shaking. His chest fluttering with rasping breaths being taken with his husband's lashes fluttering on red cheeks as he noted the clammy sheen to his forehead. God, he was so sexy. Hot. Beautiful. It had him squirming himself with his dick twitching against his thighs when he felt a wet drop of pre-come hitting his thigh. Not hard. Not yet.

But God if his crotch didn't ache. If his thighs didn't squirm together to try and soothe the ache only to find it useless. He kept up those tight circles on his husband's balls when the black-haired man cried out. His hips jumping up to thrust into his hand desperately. Sharp thrusts that had him watching in awe as his husband's hand stroked firmly up and down. Blinding with pre-come dribbling down from the slit when the black-haired man was arching with a squirm. Thighs shaking then flexing.

Shouting louder, louder, louder as he felt the balls in his grasp drawing upwards with thighs shaking. And his husband was coming. Coming, coming, coming all over his stomach and making a mess of himself much to his delight. Line after line being pumped onto his stomach with his erection jumping in his grasp. It had him riveted to the way that erection twitched and throbbed frantically in his husband's grasp. It had him in awe as he pulled his hands away from his husband's balls.

Pressing his hands onto silky inner thighs that jumped and tensed. Shaking. His husband was shaking, shaking, shaking with each line being pumped onto his stomach by that quickly stroking hand when his husband's shout cut off. A slurred moan of his name leaving the black-haired man when he sucked in a breath. A lewd, throaty moan of his name spilling out of the black-haired man had him shuddering with a low moan of his own. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi!

God, his name never sounded more beautiful than when his husband was moaning it like that. And then Shouta's mouth was snapping shut with teeth clicking together before grinding with a low, snapping moan leaving the black-haired man. It had him shuddering when his husband's hand slid down to the base to squeeze at himself. Holding his throbbing erection with his back arched away from his back as his eyes screwed up. Hissing breaths being taken through bared teeth.

Black brows squeezing together so tightly with a wrinkle forming between them. And God help him, something about that grimacing expression as his husband came was better than watching his eyes roll up. Better than watching his mouth drop open on gasps as he came. It was as if it were overwhelming this time. As if he had to focus on it. And fuck if it didn't have his dick twitching before that gush of blood rushed downwards in a rush that left him feeling surprised. Shocked.

He gasped when he pulled his hands from his husband's thighs to scratch at his own lightly when he glanced down. He felt dizzy from how quickly that blood gushed down to his aching crotch as he began to harden. He had not a clue what about that expression triggered it but God if it wasn't doing the trick. If it didn't have his dick filling out into a half hard erection quicker than he thought it would. And then his husband was slumping with a shaky sigh as he glanced up to find hips thrusting weakly.

Aiding in the weak spurt that left his husband who shuddered with his hand sliding up and then down. A stroke. Then another. Lazy. Slow. And then hips dropped to the bed with another shaking sigh leaving his husband with black lashes quivering before lifting upwards. Dark eyes rolling before focusing on him then down at his hardening erection. A sparkle formed in that gaze when it flicked down to his hardening dick, but he had other ideas in mind. Gathering himself, he licked his lips then swallowed.

And then he brought his hands down sharply on those inner thighs which had his husband yelping. The sharp slap of his hands impacting that silky skin before leaning in as his erection filled out. Coming up to tap against his stomach lightly before resting against it. It had his husband's softening erection twitching when he leaned in with the dark eyes widening at him. He could see the euphoria of his orgasm shimmering in them. Trying to focus on him rather than losing himself.

He leaned in to nip at his husband's jaw which had the black-haired man whining when he shuffled forward. His hands sliding over the spots with a caress that had him shuddering when he squeezed at him briefly. Then he slid his hands up to his hips as his knees dug into the bed to keep from toppling forward. Nipping at his jaw again, he pressed a kiss to it before trailing his lips backwards towards his husband's ear. Hands came up to touch grab onto his upper arms when he was twisted closer with a whimper.

A shrill sound as he nipped at his earlobe with the two studs there clicking off of his teeth. Biting down sharply, he sucked it into his mouth where he nibbled gently at it with his husband squirming with hands tightening on his upper arms . Holding him close, close, close as his erection twitched against his stomach. It was strangely embarrassing to get hard over his husband orgasming like that, but could anyone blame him? He had the sexiest, most stunning man with a beauty unmatched by anyone coming for him?

Moaning his name like that? Like he was a God who needed his devotion? Like he was pleading for mercy? For more? Releasing his husband's earlobe, he nipped at the wet thing before tracing his tongue along the shell of his husband's ear as shaking pants raced in anticipation. Squirming when he squeezed at his husband's hips firmly. It had his blood racing through his veins when the black-haired man squirmed beneath him with those racing pants being taken.

A whimper leaving the man when he bit sharply at the tip of his ear before resting his head against his husband's. Angling his head down so his mouth was close to his ear as his own breaths trembled with an anticipation of his own. An excitement that was twisting into his chest. A relief that, while late in the game, he was hard. And that opened many doors for tonight. He was going to make himself the only thing that mattered to this man. Make himself the center of his fogged mind.

He was going to make him come so many times with his hands and mouth that he wouldn't even want his dick. He was going to ruin Shouta and piece him back together before work tomorrow. He wanted to love his husband until he couldn't take it anymore. Until he was pleading for him to stop. And he was going to do it happily. He was going to show this man again the world of sex without penetration. He was going to blow his fucking mind if he had a thing to say about it.

"Yo-You know you were bad, right? I told you no thrusting." His husband's breaths hitched with a whimper on the tail end of it when he nuzzled his head to his husband's with his hands sliding from his hips to his thighs. Digging his nails into his inner thighs when he clicked his tongue gently. Hitting the back of his teeth with his piercing playfully at his husband. "Tsk, tsk, what do I do with my good boy who was naughty? What do you think you deserve for not listening? Do you think you deserve punishment?"

"I-I do! Because I di-didn't listen!" He loved the shudder that ran over his husband who squirmed beneath him then. The headboard rattling lightly behind him when hands tightened on his biceps much to his delight. A hard hold that had his bones aching as he turned his head to kiss at the side of Shouta's when the black-haired man then squirmed again. "I-I want you to use the cane on me! I want you to use th-the cane on the back an-and inside my thighs for not listening!"

"Oh? You don't want a spanking but rather a whipping then?" His husband nodded at him eagerly with another squirm when a whimper left his husband when he dug his nails into those silky inner thighs. God, he loves this man. He loves playing with this man. He kissed at the side of his head before pressing his forehead against it with his mouth angled down to his ear. Pitching his voice low like his husband likes. "And let me guess, you think sucking my cock will also be a punishment?"

"Ma-Maybe! I mean wh-what other way to make up for it th-then to suck your cock, huh? I wanna choke m-mmyself on it!" A shudder ran down his back at his husband's breathless, gasping voice as hands tightened on his biceps. Pulling back from his spot, he looked into that flushed face to find a sparkle of excitement in those dark eyes of his. "I wa-want that big fuckin' cock of yours down my throat! I want you to whip my fuckin' thighs and leave we-welts behind for weeks! Please? Please, Zashi, do it?"

"What a naughty little thing you are! I praised you not even minutes ago because you were being so good but clearly you want to be bad! A bad boy for Daddy, huh?" It had his husband twisting with his hands sliding down his biceps to his elbows. His forearms where they clung onto him with those dark eyes sparkling at him. Full lips parting when he slid his hands along his thighs up to his hips. "If you want the cane, you'll get the cane! But just know I'm going to drain you dry, baby. I'm going to fucking ruin you."

"Please! Please do!" His husband groaned at him when he leaned down to nip at his jaw before trailing his lips down towards his throat where he kissed at him. Firm kisses that had his husband's head tilting backwards to press to the wall anew. Squirming with thighs coming up to press against his waist with a squirm. He loves it. Loves this man more than anything. His pretty Shouta. All for him. "I'll-I'll return the favor! I'll drain you so good, so you don't feel bad, yeah? And th-then next time you'll fuck me?"

"I may not be using my cock, baby, but that doesn't mean I'm not fucking you tonight." He murmured into his throat which had his husband groaning out again with hands clutching at his forearms with nails biting into his skin when he nipped at his Adam's Apple before lifting his head up. Meeting that sparkling, excited gaze of his husband's had him grinning when he kissed the tip of his nose. "I promise, I'll make you feel real good tonight, baby! And then next time I'll fuck you good!"

"Good! No-Now I'm not trying to speed you along, but I thi-think the cane is in the closet still!" He smirked down at his squirming husband who bit at his kiss swollen lower lip with that sparkle of excitement flaring when he chuckled softly. He then squeezed at his husband's hips before tapping his thighs. They fell open without a second thought when he crawled backwards then flew over the blankets to the edge of the bed. Launching himself off of it as his erection tapped against his stomach lightly with the movements.

He made his way across the floor to throw open the closet doors then reached up onto the shelf where he kept his directional speaker. Where Shouta kept his capture weapon. Behind it, he touched the familiar handle of that cane that he tugged out with a light hit off of his speaker. Holding the cane in his hand, he tightened his grasp on the handle before turning to his husband who seemed to utterly glow at the sight of it. "Don't look so happy now or I might think you'll enjoy this! Now, let's get started, yeah?"

"Fuck yes!"