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!

15. Through The Bars

"Hizashi."

"Shouta!"

"What in the world am I looking at right now?"

Hizashi bit at his lip when his husband's wide, mismatched dark eyes raised up to him with a look of confused awe. A look that screamed volumes at him when he grinned as he bounced up onto his toes excitedly. Sitting in the middle of their bedroom, where their bed would reside, was a cage. An ornate, bird shaped cage large enough to host not one but two different people within. At least, that's what the website promised. "It's a cage! It's something easy that we can take apart and put together again!"

"So, you went online, bought a cage, and then rearranged our room to keep it in?" There was an incredulous note to his husband's voice when he stepped forward curiously. He rocked back on his heels as he dragged his teeth over his lip again when the black-haired man touched the metal. He watched his husband's hand twist to hold onto the bar before looking to their bed pushed over to the side. The bedside table balancing precariously on it with the lamp laid on the bed.

Blocking off the bathroom door with the other beside table pushed to the far side of the room by the closet doors in the corner. He'd done his best to make sure that there was more than enough room for the cage. Smiling at his husband when those dark eyes flicked over to him, he bit down on his lip before letting it go. "I did! Because I saw cages were written down on the list and I thought why not? We already have the fucking machine so why not buy a cage? We can put it in the basement!"

"The basement that just so happens to be our children's makeshift rec-room? No way. It can go in the attic." Shouta slid his hand over the metal bar with a quiet brush that had his heart jumping in his chest when the black-haired man tugged open the door of the cage curiously. Stepping back as it swung open, fingers drifted over the metal when the black-haired man looked to him again. "So, what do we do with it? What in the world are you supposed to do with a cage like this, Zashi?"

"We fuck in it! I was thinking I could cuff you? It'd obviously be between the bars, but I'd love it if you wore your cock cage tonight too?" He watched spots of pink bloom on his husband's face when he looked away with black lashes fluttering. Full lips parting then moving silently before pinching together when he rocked forward on his toes. Bouncing up on them when he fought the urge to reach out to touch his husband. "I can put it on you if you want? Would you mind wearing it? Mind if I put it on you?"

He watched teeth drag over that full bottom lip before it was sucked into his husband's mouth. Chewing on it, he watched those spots of pink deepen before his very eyes when the black-haired man swung the door of the cage idly. Thinking no doubt. It had been a while since they used the cock cage but with a theme of cages why not keep it going? He watched Shouta release his lip before letting out a shuddering breath. "Alright! I'll wear the cage tonight if that's what you really want to make this scene fleshed out."

He fought the urge to throw his arms up and cheer. He bit it back when he bounced on his toes again before turning on his heel to rush over to the dresser. Lifting their cable box up to grab the small key there, he slipped it into the lock on their top drawer. Glancing over the contents of hte drawer he quickly pulled the cock cage out with the chain and it's key. The lock. He turned on his feet after shutting the drawer with his hip. "I promise, baby, you're going to have a blast tonight! I'll make sure you feel good tonight!"

"You always do, love." He loves that soft smile on his husband's lips when the black-haired man sighed out before reaching down to tug apart the strings of his joggers. He watched as Shouta hooked his thumbs in the waistband then tugged his pants along with his boxers down. And God, it was cliché, but his mouth watered at the sight of his husband's dick. Heat flickering over his skin in a skittering wave as his cheeks burned when his husband raised a brow. "Well? Are you waiting for my written permission?"

"Maybe! Are you going to be this cheeky all night long?" A grin curled onto his husband's full lips when he walked over to the black-haired man before dropping down to his knees. Seamless. Quick. He raised the cage up with his husband looking down at him as he hissed in a breath. He could only imagine how cold the metal was. Reaching up to hold his husband's dick, he slid the cage up to fit it over it. Fussing with the placement and the way his dick sat in it before holding it in place.

Sliding the lock through to lock it together with a light click, he dropped his hands away from his husband when he lifted the chain up to drape around his throat with the key to his husband's cage resting against his chest. He leaned up then to kiss his husband's tattooed hip softly as he slid his hands down to grab his clothing. Pulling his pants and boxers down when hands slid over his hair in a caress as his husband sighed out above him. "You spoil me rotten, you know that?"

"Mhmmm. I do, because I love spoiling my husband and he deserves nothing but nice things!" He murmured into his hip which had the black-haired man humming softly at him when he kissed at the edge of his tattooed hip once more before working his clothing down past his knees. Hands rested on his shoulders then as he helped his husband out of his pants. Pulling back to admire the way that metal glinted around his husband's dick. Beautiful. Utterly beautiful.

"That's a bit of a biased answer but I'll take it. Which cuffs are we using? The quirk canceling ones or the metal ones?" His husband murmured down at him with hands sliding over his hair to which he tossed his clothing off to the side. He pushed off the floor then to jump up to his feet with a smile when the black-haired man raised his brows at him. He grabbed the hem of his shirt to flip up playfully with tugs that had a grin widening over full lips.

"I was thinking we can use the original metal, fuzzy cuffs of ours? We use the quirk canceling ones so often I think you need a reminder of those old ones, yeah?" He flipped his husband's shirt up playfully when he brushed his fingertips over the warmth of his skin. This had those mismatched dark eyes flaring at him with heat as he tugged his shirt up. Bunching it to his husband's chest, he leaned in to kiss at his cheek. "Why don't you strip this off and I'll get the cuffs, hmm? You ready to play, baby?"

"I don't know, are you ready to play? You're the one that ran out and bought this ornate cage for the both of us, huh? I'd dare say you're more ready to play than I am!" He loved the coyness to his husband's voice when his head tilted slightly with the black-haired man twisted forward when he slid his hands down his sides with a hum. A sweeping caress that had his husband arching forward on his toes with a grin. "I'm interested to see how you plan on fucking me in the cage, love. You ready for it?"

"Oh, I'm ready, baby! More than ready!" He leaned in then kissed at that cheek that was slowly flushing a soft red before his very eyes. What a lovely color it was on his husband when he grabbed at his waist then twisted him forward on his feet to tug the black-haired man closer to him. Loving how that mischievous grin of his only widened at him with black lashes fluttering. A coy look that had his heart jumping in his chest. "You are so pretty, you know that? The prettiest thing I've ever seen."

The black-haired man hummed back at him wordlessly with hands swatting at his playfully. Taking over by bunching the fabric up to hands. He happily stepped back giving his husband space before spinning on his feet to rush for the dresser once again. Tugging open the drawer, he reached in for the glinting metal cuffs with the black velvet covering the cuffs themselves. Padded. Fuzzy. Grabbing the small key that they kept on a scrunchie he found himself bouncing on his toes.

Turning on his feet he found his husband walking into the cage. It was just tall enough to accommodate his husband who stood at six feet even. His own head would be brushing the top of it when he got in, but he didn't mind that one bit. Not when they'd either be on their knees or hunched forward. There wasn't a stitch on his husband, and he absolutely adored the way the black-haired man's hips swayed lazily. A move he knew he himself had made once or twice.

Clearly he'd done it enough times for his husband to memorize the way that he moved his hips. Done it enough times for Shouta to mimic it perfectly as he let his gaze roam over that toned, muscular back of his. Letting it drop down to his husband's equally toned ass; something he could hold in his hands for hours. Squish, squeeze and hold. It had his hands twitching when the black curls swayed against his upper back as it was flicked over his shoulder with that dark left eye peering at him.

His cheek lifting with that cheeky grin of his when his husband turned on his feet to face him with his head tilting slightly. Black curls swaying against his skin as the black-haired man cocked a hip slightly. The light catching off of that metal cock cage of his that was pressed flush to his skin which would leave him no room to harden properly. He looked sexy. Standing there in the cage with not a stitch on him. Waiting for him to join him within the cage.

It had him happily reaching down to grab the hem of his sweater. Flipping it up over his stomach to his chest with those dark eyes roaming over his stomach. His chest. Gawking at him with that look of coy desire; one he'd recognize anywhere. It had him breathless as he tugged his shirt up which cut off the view of the black-haired man before him. His hair slipped through the neckline of his sweater as he began to bunch it up carefully around his ears. Mindful of his glasses.

The cuffs he held in his hand as he tugged his arms through the sleeves. And then he was tugging the fabric over his head with his hair sliding down in a heap against his back. Locks swayed over his chest and back with its comforting weight as he threw his sweater to the floor. He then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants which he then pushed down. Making sure his boxers stayed up and on, he shoved his pants down his thighs to his knees. Down to his ankles quickly.

He happily worked the clothing from around them when he then flicked the clothing away before popping up once more to then stride forward. Those dark eyes were roaming over him. Eating him up with a look when he caught the darting appearance of his husband's tongue as he licked his lips. Like he was a meal he was preparing mentally to devour from head to toe. It had him breathless when he ducked down then stepped onto the cool floor of the cage.

The lube, wipes, and condoms resting in a neat, orderly pile on the floor in preparation for them. He didn't want to have to duck out for anything. He stood up straight once in the cage only to feel the top lightly brushing the top of his head. He was pushing the height limit, but he didn't mind it as he tugged the door to the cage shut. Turning to his husband who still has that coyness to him, he found himself striding forward to close the gap between them.

His husband then sank down onto his knees before shifting his position. Leaning to sit on his ass with his legs spreading open wide while arms lifted up with hands grabbing the bars. That cheeky grin of his widening on full lips as light glistened off of the cock cage of his with wild black curls swaying against his shoulders. He was beautiful. He admired that broad chest with wild black curls covering it as nipples began to perk up slightly when he let his gaze flicker lower.

Focusing on that softly toned appearance to his stomach that he found himself gawking at before admiring the curve of his waist. The sharp dip of his hips and the tattooing of his name gracing his left him in that elegant cursive. The way his thighs twitched before spreading themselves wider apart with feet sliding over the floor of the cage. Following his gaze up to that happy trail, he followed it down along his lower stomach until it thickened into the wild, chaotic black curls that covered his pelvis.

Thick. Something he always adored burying his nose into. God, he looked sexy spread out the way that he was on the floor of the cage. Swallowing, he shifted forward to stand between his husband's spread legs to thread the cuffs around the bars. Snapping the cuffs themselves onto his husband's wrists with finger sliding over the fluffy padding on the cuffs. And he sank down to his knees, the key being placed down on the cage floor, when he slid his hands along his husband's inner thighs.

Silkier than anything; it was something that he adored. Something he loves. That while the rest of his husband felt dry and rough to the touch his inner thighs were the difference. He slid his hands along them in a caress from his knees up to the tops of his inner thighs. Hands framing either side of his groin with each caress which had the black-haired man's breaths trembling. He swore he caught a twitch of his husband's dick in the cage when he began to idly drag his nails along his skin.

Leaning forward, he shuffled forward between his husband's spread legs with those dark mismatched eyes watching him. A sparkle of eagerness to them as his husband waited to see what he did next. It was so simplistic tonight, but he happily leaned with his hands squeezing at him when he let out a trembling breath of his own. Leaning in towards his husband who leaned forward to meet him halfway. Full lips pressed to his firmly much to his delight as he admired the plushness to his lips.

A plumpness that made itself all too clear with that firm press when he then moved his lips against Shouta's. Sliding his lips against those full ones that moved with him to kiss him back much to his delight. He began to slide his hands along his husband's inner thighs once more while he moved his lips with the black-haired man sighing out through his nose. He couldn't help a sigh of his own as he leaned forward further with the light clatter of cuffs on the metal bars rang out.

Shifting closer to his husband, he lifted a hand up to cup a cheek. Sliding his thumb in light flicks along his cheekbone then rubbing his palm against his cheek gently. He happily kissed the black-haired man who kissed him back with that firm press given by both sides much to his delight. God, he could kiss this man for hours. Kiss him for days and he'd still be hungry for another chance to kiss this man. To enter kisses so sweet like this it was hard to believe that sex would be following after it.

He could spend all night kissing his husband while he remained cuffed to the bars of their cage. Something he was more than delighted to do. It would be a pain moving the bed after sex when he felt weak, but this was going to be worth it. It just had to be otherwise he would have never bought it online. It had been quite the wait, but it was something that had him giddy. Had him bouncing on his toes as he waited for the delivery truck to pull up.

Waiting for it to be delivered had been a task in its own when he had first bought the damned thing when he came across it. In fact, it was the list that sent him looking for this cage online. On their list there had been a single word written on an option; cages. There was no elaboration in parenthesis or anything of the sort leaving him curious. When he had gone online, he'd made sure to use his private browser when he looked up "sex cages" into the search bar.

And he had been in awe over what he had seen on his page. There had been rounded cages, pet shaped cages, crates and square cages but what had caught his eye was the bird shaped one that stood at six feet tall. Something about the intricate design that caught his eye. Had made him interested before he put it in the cart. And God knows it had been a hesitation when it came to buying it due to the amount the cage was. It was made from metal which was something that he'd needed to consider.

Not to mention that the price itself was nothing to sneeze at. In fact, it had made him hesitate for a good thirty minutes before he inevitably bought it. It had been a hit to his account, but he knew he'd make it again. However, it didn't change the hit to his bank account. He had been hesitant about the price, but he had been excited at the possibilities that a cage could give them. It had so many roles in roleplays that the two of them could indulge in.

It was big enough to accommodate the both of them, which he adores, plus there was an excitement to it. He could lock his husband in the cage, could run with a roleplay, or simply throw it together to fuck in it like he planned to tonight. There were so many possibilities when it came to owning a cage like this. After all, he was going to make it a part of their sex life now and again after the price he paid for it. He was going to make sure that he was using it to its fullest ability.

He had not a clue if the choice on the list was supposed to be chastity cages for the both of them or something else but he did it. He took what he could guess, and he had done something outlandish for the both of them. And Shouta, surprisingly, was going along with it. He knew his husband had been in a pretty decent good mood since their romp with ruined orgasms. They had done it twice that night. The first time experimentally and the second once they had a general idea of what to do.

Once they figured out how to truly complete ruined orgasms it became a fun tool for their bedroom life. Just like their orgasm control and denial. It was something that they could use to make sex hotter than it already was. Something they were both not going to reject. Sex can always be topped and be improved together. Sex was something that was constantly evolving between them and he was more than happy to welcome the changes. When he had bought the cage, he'd been eager.

Bouncing on his toes running from window to window while making sure the walkway was shoveled out and salted for the delivery driver. He'd been impossibly twisting and squirming through those few days. Waiting impatiently for his newest purchase to show up. And God knows it came at the right time the other evening after he and Shouta came home from their date night together. He'd been playful while denying Shouta on what was in the box.

In playing dumb when the black-haired man had tried to question him about it. Playfully trying to peer at the tag to which he flipped it and tucked it in the corner of the bedroom. Promising that Shouta would know soon what he had gotten the both of them before taking him to the shower. Taking him to bed. It had been an absolute sigh of relief to have seen the box waiting on their doorstep after thier first date night in a very long while.

After all, he didn't want to talk about future sex when the night of their date he'd been intent on making love to the black-haired man. In making it a night that would have the man pink cheeked. Make his smiles easier to trigger. God, it was so easy to make his husband happy when he took him out on their quiet date nights. Something as simple as flowers and a night out at thier favorite restaurant was all it took to make his husband happy.

And there was nothing he wanted to do more than to make his husband happy with him. If that meant hiding his most recent purchase for another day then so be it. He'd been delighted to see the joy on his husband that seemed to radiant through his actions. The days following their ruined orgasms that bringing him out on a date night to wine and dine him made him putty. Shouta was like a puddle in his hands on that night that he couldn't stop himself from reminiscing on how lovely he'd been.

There was nothing he adored more than to make his husband happy. To be the reason that his husband was happy was all he ever wanted. And he'd take him on a million dates if it meant making him that joyful, he was pink cheeked. That he smiled up at him with tears clinging to his lashes while he made love to him. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that his husband was the happiest he could make him. Even if that meant he didn't spill his guts right away about his choice off of the list.

He knew that eventually they'd come together for something, and tonight was no different. He had been bouncing on his toes when Shouta offered to go outside and work on the front walkway before the new feet of snow came for them as they began to leave January. He'd been eagerly putting the cage together and getting their items together inside of it. Just ensure that they were, indeed, ready for something involving the cage. He wanted everything to be perfect.

And God, he hadn't expected his husband to readily accept his cock cage, but he was happy that his husband had done that. That he had taken the initiative to do something like this for him. It was absolutely hot that his husband showed little hesitation when it came to wearing his cock cage. And not even two years ago he'd been so shy about it. He'd been so new with it that it was hard to believe this sexy, confident man was the same one from two years ago.

It lit a fire under his skin like nothing else with how boldly, how casually, his husband had lowered his pants. How he had welcomed the cock cage to be put onto him without so much as batting a lash. It had him squirming with that fluttering excitement twisting into his stomach at the thought of his husband being so bold. So confident. It really was a sexy look on the black-haired man, and he couldn't deny that he absolutely adored it.

There was a low hum that left the black-haired man as lips slid against his much to his delight as he stroked his cheekbone with his thumb. Caressing his silky inner thigh with his other hand awkwardly as he balanced on his knees, but it had his husband squirming. Shifting with that spark of eagerness that made itself all too abundant in the way those lips slid against his. He kissed the black-haired man delightfully when he slid his hand up his thigh.

Moving to his pelvis where he combed his fingers through those wiry, chaotic black curls with a gentle scratch. Then he reached down to touch the cool metal of his husband's cock cage. He'd thought briefly on getting one for himself. In letting himself experience what his husband experienced when he wore his. There was nothing more that he wanted than to know how it felt. He toyed with the lock of his husband's cage with a light, metallic clicking of the lock off of the loop.

It had a breath trembling over his cheek in a rush as cuffs clinked against the bars of the cage. Shoulders moving slightly as lips slid against his with that eagerness. Kissing him with a spark of desire that he'd notice anywhere as he returned it with his own. A cautious desire as he slid his hand back down along that silky inner thigh. Caressing it before giving it a firm squeeze which had the black-haired man shuddering against him with arms tugging at the restraints.

Another clicking drag of the cuffs chain against the bars of the cage. Shouta didn't realize the position he put himself in. It had his stomach fluttering with excitement once again with lips sliding firmly against his with breaths fanning over his cheek that trembled briefly before evening themselves out. He slid his hand along his husband's thigh while moving the other to rub his hot cheek gently. Kissing him with that cautious desire, he admired the way those plush lips melted with his.

How they curved and molded to fit comfortably against his. How soft they felt tonight compared to their normally chapped state due to the biting cold outside. It was something he had long since become accustomed too when it came to winter but tonight? Tonight they were so soft. It had him pressing his lips eagerly to his husband's with slides that had him sighing out through his nose when he rubbed his palm to that hot cheek.

Dropping it down to cup the side of his neck with his thumb sliding along his jaw line with his husband humming softly in response. He moved his lips against his husband's with that firm press as that quiet whispering rang out between them. There was a desire bubbling quietly beneath his skin as heat tingled across the top of it. It had him shuddering with his hand squeezing at the silky inner thigh of his husband's with a quiet sound leaving his husband.

He slid his thumb back and forth, back and forth along his jaw with the black-haired man kissing him with that spark of eagerness. His husband had not a clue what awaited him tonight in the cage, but he seemed all too receptive. Had seemed ready for him, somehow, to mention this. Though it was no surprise given his husband had seen the packaging. Had been curious about it enough to question him about it previously. It had him humming under his breath as his husband squirmed slightly.

The light, intermittent smack of their moving lips filled the quiet between them. He could kiss this man for hours. He could kiss over this pale, delightful skin for hours until it was turning pink beneath his lips. Red. He wanted to shower this man with all the love and desire that he deserved. He slid his hand from his husband's inner thigh to curve in a caress along the outer thigh. Curving beneath him with his hips arching upwards slightly from the floor as a breath fanned over his cheek.

He slid his hand over his husband's ass in a caress that had it flexing slightly beneath his hand before relaxing. He pressed his lips firmly to those plush full ones giddily when his husband tugged at his cuffs again. He can only imagine how his husband was trying to touch him instinctively. How those hands would gravitate to his hair. His shoulders. He knew the black-haired man wanted to touch him. To give him the familiar comforting touches while they kissed.

And he knew that frustration would only build. Especially when he flipped his husband over onto his knees to get him ready. He rubbed his hand over the curve of his husband's ass again and again with the black-haired man kissing him with that firm press. That excitement. And he couldn't deny the answering excitement twisting into his chest in response as he pressed himself forward with their chests pressing together tightly. The warmth of his skin was so nice.

Something he couldn't get enough of. Sliding his thumb along his jaw, he rolled circles into it with lips moving together quicker. Not quite fast, sharp kisses but much faster than the idle speed they'd been using seconds ago. He happily answered in kind as he moved his lips with his husband's with that light smack ringing out intermittently. It had him humming out softly with an answering hum from his husband as he rolled those circles into his jaw comfortingly.

Then he slid his hand down over the side of his neck to his shoulder. Down to his chest where curls of hair tickled at his chest. He wanted to keep up that tight press, but he relieved it just enough for him to get his hand in between their chests. His fingers flicking out blindly with his fingertips flicking over his husband's nipple. Rubbing over his areola. He slid his hand closer to flick his thumb over his nipple that was perking up from his excitement. The arousal he had to be feeling.

It had heat flashing under his skin when there was another clattering clang of the cuffs metal chain against the bars. He began to flick idly over that nipple. A back and forth rub over his areola with lazy flicks while his other hand squeezed at his husband's ass. He was excited. That excitement was twisting tighter, tighter, tighter into him when his dick gave a curious twitch. It had his thighs pressing together instinctively with a rub when that ache twisted into his stomach.

A fluttering, airy ache that spread down to welcome his crotch into the fray. It had his thighs rubbing together absentmindedly while his lips moved quickly with Shouta's. He squeezed harder at his husband's ass which got him a low sound from the black-haired man when he flicked his thumb over his nipple. Pressing down on it playfully then rolling slow circles into it which got his husband squirming and twisting. Sucking in a sharp breath through his nose before it shuddered over his cheek.

He continued his soothing circles into his nipple before sliding his thumb away. Allowing it to perk up again when he flicked his thumb over it. An idle back and forth rubs to get it hardened once more before bringing his fingers together to pinch sharply at it. Releasing his hard squeeze on his husband's ass, he rubbed his hand over it. Curving his hand upwards along his upper back. Curving forward along his waist with nails dragging over his husband's hip.

And his dick gave another curious twitch at the low sound that left Shouta. Lips began to move faster against his which he delighted in with that hard press telling him all he needed to know. He crushed his lips to his husband's with that passion bubbling into the kiss like an undercurrent. A desire making itself known as he pinched sharper at the hardened nipple of his husband's before tugging at it sharply. Earning himself a low whimper from Shouta when his chest arched into his hand when he twisted idly side to side.

Sliding his hand from his husband's hip, he slid his hand up to flick his fingers over the black-haired man's right nipple. A light, trailing caress over the hardened nipple before fanning his hand out onto his skin. Flicking his thumb idly over that hardened nipple with delight before bringing his fingers together on that nipple. Together, he gave sharp pinches to those nipples then twisting idly side to side to give him that friction burn that had his husband moaning out.

Had his hips bucking up with the harsh dig of the cage against his crotch had him angling his hips away but it had his husband whimpering. He knew what he wanted. He knew his husband wanted to rut and grind. To press tightly together. But the cage never made it that comfortable for him. It made it uncomfortable if he was honest with himself but God if it didn't have his dick twitching excitedly at the instinctive action of his husband's.

Continuing to crush his lips to his, sharp smacks ringing out with the fast, urgent slides of their lips moving together when he gave another sharp yank at his husband's nipples. Loving the whine that left the black-haired man as lips crushed themselves to his. The chain rattled against the bars once again when he tugged at his husband's nipples before twisting. Pinching harder until he got a whine from the black-haired man before letting go.

He flicked his thumbs over his husband's nipples delightedly when that back arched with his chest pushing into his hands. He squeezed at his husband's chest before flicking his thumbs over his nipples delightedly with another whine flying out of the black-haired man. He rolled his thumbs over his areolas before flicking them over his nipples with Shouta squirming with a huff fanning over his cheek. Squirming beneath him.

It had his blood racing through his veins with that excitement twisting into him. Flicking his thumbs over his nipples back and forth, he kissed the black-haired man with that budding passion. An undercurrent into the kiss but God if he didn't feel that desire gripping at his bones. A tight hold of emotion that had that ache twisting into his lower stomach viciously. Had his thighs rubbing together once again restlessly to provide himself some comfort as he kept his hips angled away from his husband.

He wants nothing more than to grind against the black-haired man but that cock cage of his hardly made it comfortable. It had his hips squirming side to side with a huff flying out of him this time as he kissed his husband with that passion when he flicked at his nipples. Tugging, pinching, playfully at the hardened things to get his husband's chest arching into his hands. Pushing into them without a bit of hesitation to it as he tweaked his nipples.

Twisting side to side sharply then releasing them to flick his fingers over them teasingly. Flicking at them had Shouta whining at him with his chest pushing fiercely into his hands. He squeezed at his chest with lips moving against him without a bit of hesitation in their passion. Their heat. It had heat flashing over his skin then sinking down beneath it. Running along his bones as he flicked at his husband's nipples when his dick twitched in a volley.

It had his thighs squeezing with a rub together when he then broke away from their passionate kisses with a smack. Turning his head with lips pressing to his cheek with another of those trembling whines leaving his husband. Pleading. He wants nothing more than to kiss him silly tonight, but he'd had time for that. For now, he needed to focus on keeping the mood going for them. He reached down for the scrunchie with its key before reaching up to unlock one of his husband's wrists.

Black lashes fluttered in a blink when Shouta pulled his arms down with the cuff dangling off of his wrists. Grinning at his husband, he lifted his fingers up to twirl in the air with those mismatched eyes widening at him before his husband was turning on his knees. Flipping himself over to face the bars when hands raised up once more. He threaded the cuffs around three bars this time for a wide spread before securing the cuff back onto his husband's wrists.

There was an experimental tug on the cuffs when his husband peeked over his shoulder. He hummed as he shuffled over towards the box of condoms, wipes and lube. He opened the box of condoms to tug the chain out, ripping one off the end then placing it down on the wipes when his dick twitched. That ache twisting into his lower stomach was like a vice; it kept getting tighter, tighter, tighter. It had him eager as he picked the lube up then crawled back to his husband who was waiting for him.

Was he getting hard yet? Was his dick twitching much like his? Was he unbearably excited for this like he was? He had not a clue, but he happily took his place behind his husband when the man peeked over his shoulder. Black half formed curls swaying against his upper back when he did so before looking away as that cheek turned a charming red. Brilliant. Beautiful. He placed the lube down between his husband's knees when he slid his hands up over his ass in a caress.

Rubbing over it before sliding his hands up his back further with fingers spreading out over the warmth of his skin. Reaching up, up, up to his shoulder blades before sliding to his sides then sliding them down to his waist where he caressed the curve of it. Sliding down to his hips to angle him back further when he leaned down. Kissing softly at his husband's back adoringly, he made his way down his back to the top of his ass.

Leaning down he fluttered kisses over his right cheek while his hand slid over the left. Kneading idly as he pressed kisses to his husband's cheek, loving the hitching breaths his husband took before him. He kissed at his husband's cheek before nipping playfully at it. It had his husband squirming with his knees sliding over the metal floor when he reached down to pluck the lube up. Clawing the cap open with a crack, he drizzled lube over his fingers before placing the lube back down onto the ground.

He listened to the way his husband's breaths raced before him with a tremble to them with hips jutting back slightly. Kissing at his husband's ass in fluttering kisses as he moved up in an arch over the top of his ass as he moved from cheek to cheek. Nuzzling his nose and lips into the skin in between his kisses which had his husband squirming. He kissed his right cheek with the quiet smacks of his lips moving over the skin ringing out while he spread the lube over his fingers.

A light squelch as he twisted and slid his fingers together in an interlocking manner to make sure the lube was spread evenly over his fingers. Kissing at his husband's ass, he found himself absolutely delighting in kissing at him. Loving how he squirmed and twisted eagerly with trembling breaths being taken by his husband. God, this is what he loves the most about eating out his husband. Nipping at his cheek when reached his hands up while keeping his index and middle finger raised upwards.

Away from his cheek. Tugging him apart with fingers curling into the man's skin delightfully, he began to kiss at the exposed skin. Kissing softly with pecking, fluttering kisses that had hips arching backwards when he kissed at his husband's hole. Loving the faint scent of his soaps that clung to his skin. He kissed at his hole again before lifting his mouth away to lap his tongue over him. Rubbing his piercing against his hole had the black-haired man whimpering when he gave another lick.

And then he dipped his head down lower with a shift when he pressed his tongue to his husband's taint. Massaging his tongue against it firmly before then giving a long lick upwards over his husband's twitching hole to the top of his ass. His dick twitched at the heat twisting under his skin when he dipped his head down to press his tongue to his taint once again. Giving another long, slow lick that had his husband arching backwards while he kneaded at his ass rhythmically.

He then slid his hands over his husband's cheeks in a firm rub with his hands pressing down firmly. Keeping him spread wide, wide, wide. He lapped at his husband again before kissing at the slick skin from his drool. Lapping his tongue over that twitching hole with purposeful grinds of his piercing against the rim of it. Firm licks that he then broke up with kisses to his husband's hole. A wet sound that rang out effortlessly with a dramatic smack due to the wetness his tongue left behind.

Alternating between those playful licks and hard kisses had his husband whining at him with that pleading edge. He licked his way over his hole up to the top of his ass. Across his lower back before trailing his way back down over his crack down to his hole once more with a kiss pressed to the twitching hole there. God, he fucking loves eating out this man. He truly had to do this more, but he wasn't going to keep his husband waiting. He wasn't going to tease him much more when he wanted to do this just as badly.

Covering his husband's hole with his mouth, he suckled gently at the black-haired man with the tip of his tongue tracing the rim of his hole. It had his husband whimpering up above him as hips jerked back to press against his face. A move that would have suffocated him if he didn't have him spread open the way he did. He rolled the tip of his tongue along the rim again before flattening his tongue against it while he suckled at him.

A light, playful suckling that had his husband whimpering when he kneaded at the cheeks that he held in his grasp when he pressed against that twitching hole. Pushing his tongue against the rim firmly before he was pushing in. His tongue sliding in slickly had his husband moaning out then with hips arching backwards to press against his face. He pushed his tongue in as far as he possibly could with his mouth covering his husband's hole. Holding himself still briefly.

Then he lapped at his husband's inner wall with his tongue undulating up to press against the velvety inner wall of his with a rub. Grinding his piercing into it while he kneaded at his husband's cheeks had the black-haired man moaning at him again. It had his dick twitching in volley at the sound when he felt a wet drop hit his boxers. And another. Another, another, another. Dripping shamelessly into his boxers with his thighs rubbing together as his dick twitched again.

A rapid back to back twitch that had him letting out a long breath through his nose. Letting his eyes flutter shut as he rubbed his tongue to that velvety inner wall. Muscles contracted then squeezed tightly around him with such strength it had him groaning into his husband who moaned back at him. His husband was dripping so was he hard yet? Was he possibly hard but was it impossible to tell? Did the cage keep his erection down? He wanted to question it. To ask.

But he swallowed his questions down in favor of focusing on the task at hand. He lapped at his inner wall with his hands kneading at his husband's ass as he kept his cheeks spread apart. Rubbing his tongue against that trembling inner wall delightedly while he kneaded at his husband's ass. There was a twitch of muscles that had him groaning into his husband as he kneaded at him with the black-haired man groaning back.

Sliding his tongue in shallow thrusts that rubbed upwards against that inner wall had Shouta squirming. He kneaded firmly at his ass while he slid his tongue inside of the black-haired man. God, when was the last time he ate out his husband? He flicked his his tongue playfully at that trembling inner wall before grinding his piercing up against his inner wall. Tight squirming rubs when he felt thighs spreading open wider with his husband's hips jutting back.

Pressing against his face with a metallic clack and scrape of the chain against the bars. He flicked his tongue again before swirling it in a slow circular motion that he hoped stimulated the rim of his husband's hole. Slow, exaggerated circles that had his husband moaning with another sound of the chain hitting off of metallic bars. Scraping. He continued rolling his tongue firmly within his husband before pulling it back slightly then thrusting forward. Shallow thrusts of his tongue as he licked at those trembling inner walls.

The scent of his husband's soaps was strong. Heavenly. God, it had him sitting up straighter with his hands sliding from his cheeks briefly to arch his hips up higher. Thrusting his tongue into his husband delightedly had the black-haired man whimpering at him. Tugging at his cuffs judging by the sound that rang out as he squeezed at his husband's hips. Digging his nails into the bone before clawing at him got a moan bursting out of his husband.

He slid his hand down to come through black curls before reaching down. Sure enough, he could feel the wetness seeping through the cock cage. Drips of pre-come landing onto the floor of the cage no doubt. He flicked his tongue at the tail end of each thrust which had hips squirming as he huffed through his nose. Pressed tightly to his skin there was another clacking metal tug that told him his husband was jerking at his cuffs. Grunting.

He knew that Shouta liked to hold onto the back of his head when he was eating him out. Liked to shove his face tightly into his skin until he felt he would suffocate. He made sure to rub his tongue up with each shallow thrust he gave as he kneaded at his husband's thighs. Sliding his hands in sweeping caresses had them trembling lightly under his touch before he lifted his hand up with his slick fingers. He grabbed at a cheek to tug him apart slightly as he breathed shakily through his nose.

His tongue moving to rub, swirl, flick and thrust into the black-haired man. He brought his index finger up beneath his moving tongue when he gave an exaggerated circular movement. One that would hopefully stimulate the rim of his hole. Pressing the tip of his finger against the rim beneath his moving tongue, he rubbed at the black-haired man. Tracing the slightly spread rim delightedly before he tugged at the cheek he held in his hand.

Rubbing his tongue excitedly to his husband's inner wall when he rubbed beneath his tongue. He knew he was going to hate the flavor of the lube but God, he needed to get him ready. His dick twitched in a volley when another hard yank on the cuffs was given that had his husband whimpering with impatient tugs. Hips jerking back with thighs spread open wide. Dripping onto the floor of the cage. Fuck him, it got him moaning into his husband as he thrusted his tongue into him with firm rubs up against his inner wall.

Flicking then lapping at his husband who whimpered above him as hips remained in their highly arched position, he'd coaxed them into. He lapped at his husband like he was something sweet he needed every last trace of. Licking at him like he had no choice. And he threw himself into moving his tongue inside of the black-haired man eagerly. Excitedly despite knowing the more eager his actions the more likely he would tire himself out. But he didn't care.

He was going to eat this man out with all the hunger that he possessed inside of him. He lapped at inner walls giddily with his finger tracing the rim of his hole before wriggling forward. Slipping in beneath his tongue, it slid in slickly with his husband moaning at him. And he felt that gush. That rush of heat racing down his back as his blood gushed down through his veins at the moans leaving his husband. God, they were fucking hot.

It had him squirming with a moan of his own when his dick gave a volley of twitches before that blood gushed down. The ache twisting into his stomach as he kneaded his tongue against that quivering inner wall when his finger moved to rub circles into him. The taste of the lube was disgusting but he ignored it as he rubbed at his husband with his tongue and finger. Flicking playfully when inner walls clenched tightly around him making him put in the effort to move his tongue.

It felt like the black-haired man would snap it off just to keep it inside of him. He rubbed his finger against that trembling inner wall before tugging his finger back then thrusting it in shallowly. Loving the moan, it got him from his husband as he let go of his cheek to slid his hand down to caress his thigh. Curving his hand inwards to slid over that silky inner thigh. Curving, sweeping caresses along his thigh before he slid his hand up to his husband's hip. And, without prompting, he yanked him back.

Pushing his face forward to meet the force of that pull back to shove his face into his skin. The same way that Shouta would shove his face into him with his fingers twisted up in his hair. He held his husband back tight against his face as he huffed through his nose. Thrusting his finger shallowly into the black-haired man, he flicked his tongue at his inner walls before grinding his piercing up against the trembling muscles delightedly. And then he began to suck.

A light, consistent suction on his husband's twitching hole which had Shouta shouting out with a hard clanging of hands jerking at cuffs. Sucking at his husband with that consistent pressure, he focused on moving his tongue inside of him. In rubbing, grinding, flicking, swirling and thrusting his tongue into the black-haired man. The quiet, slick sound of his tongues movements filled the quiet of huffing, racing pants being taken as he thrusted his finger giddily into his husband.

Timing the thrusts of his finger with his tongue earning himself a keening moan from his husband as he used his free hand to keep him pulled tightly to his face. Burying himself into his husband delightedly as he began to thrust his tongue into him in time with his finger. Rubbing his piercing up playfully against Shouta's inner wall that trembled before clenching tightly around his tongue. His tongue was growing a bit tired, but he pushed onwards.

Eating him out with the fervor he deserved as he thrusted his tongue shallowly into the black-haired man. Sucking with that idle suction to give his husband a pressure that had him moaning with hands jerking at his cuffs. He thrusted his finger quickly into him when he flicked his tongue at his inner wall delightedly with Shouta moaning at him. His hardening erection twitched with drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers.

It had him moaning into the black-haired man as he ate him out with that desire. That hunger he felt clawing at him. The desire to absolutely devour this man. He wanted to eat him out until he was crying. He wants to come in him and suck himself out. He wants to fuck him with his fingers and tongue all night long. He thrusted his tongue in then flicked at his clenching inner wall with his finger thrusting quickly beneath his tongue. Trying to time the movements together the best he can.

The taste of the lube was downright insufferable, but he wasn't going to stop. Not now. Not yet. He huffed through his nose desperately as he could in his squished space between his cheeks. Huffing into his skin as he moved his tongue fervently. Lapping at his inner wall, flicking, and rolling his tongue while he thrusted his finger into the black-haired man. He pushed himself into his skin when he began to suckle firmly at his husband.

A harder pull rather than the gentle, idle one he'd been using moments before. He sucked fervently at his husband with that firm suction that had the man crying out. He thrusted his tongue into him sharply once, twice, with the tip of his tongue flicking at his inner wall. His growing erection twitching with drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers as his hips squirmed impatiently. He brought his middle finger up with huffs being taken by the both of them as he moved his tongue eagerly.

Fervently.

Hungrily.

It had his husband moaning with thighs trembling and his hips squirming slightly. Both twisting and squirming together impatiently as he thrusted his finger sharply into the black-haired man. Loving the moan that spilled out of the black-haired man as he flicked his tongue at him. Rolling in exaggerated circles to stimulate the rim of his hole. God if that didn't get his husband moaning at him. He could only imagine the slick, shining mess that cock cage had to be from the drops of pre-come leaving him.

It had to be agony. Knowing he was hard, but the cage refused to give. Keeping his erection trapped. It had him shuddering just to imagine as his erection throbbed as it filled out. He pushed his face into his husband as he thrusted his tongue in unison with his finger eagerly. Eating him out with that hunger had his husband writhing with hips grinding back against his face much to his delight. Oh, oh, he can't get enough of this man. Of his scent. His taste.

He thrusted his tongue eagerly into the black-haired man with his finger when he paused his finger. Rubbing at the rim of his hole with his middle finger. Tracing it idly before pressing tightly to his index finger as he ground his piercing into his husband's inner wall giddily. Loving the keening moan spilling out of his husband with that spark of eagerness when he began to push. Pushing, pushing, pushing under there was a give. And it had his husband moaning louder at him.

An encouraging, enthusiastic note to it that had him shuddering with his thighs rubbing together restlessly. Sliding his middle finger alongside his index and tongue, he can only imagine the stretch it had to be giving Shouta. He rolled circles into his inner wall with his fingers comforting with his tongue rubbing against his inner wall firmly with a playful flick following after it. It had the black-haired man moaning when he then ground his piercing to his inner wall while rolling those firm circles into him.

Rubbing his tongue against the black-haired man, he then spread his fingers out. And it had a cry leaving the black-haired man. Pulling his face away from the black-haired man, his tongue slipping out of him, he got a wild whimper with hips jerking back. And he spread his fingers out again, again, again. A back to back action when he pressed his damp lips to the black-haired man's cheek. Crawling kisses up to his lower back with hips jerking back as he spread his fingers again.

And again. Pushing at inner walls seemed determined to clamp them together. Kissing at his husband's back, he thrusted his fingers into him shallowly with a slick squelch ringing out. It had his husband whimpering with arms yanking at the cuffs. The way his back arched was absolutely amazing. How flushed the tip of his ear looked had him wanting to look at that beautiful face of his. But he knew in the position they were in that it wouldn't be possible.

And tonight, he wanted nothing more than to fuck him from behind. Thrusting his fingers into his husband sharply with shallow thrusts that he did his best to keep even. The squelches of his thrusts ringing out as he trailed his lips up his husband's back. He could only imagine the mess of his husband dripping through his cage when he slid his free hand along a trembling thigh. Hips twitched back to meet the shallow thrusts of his fingers when he began to settle into a rhythm.

One that focused more on spreading. Spreading, spreading, thrusting, thrusting. A new rhythm but one that allowed his fingers to push at those inner walls that trembled. Slick. A slick, slick mess was all he'd made from his saliva and the lube. It sent shivers down his back when he thrusted his fingers into the black-haired man who damn near mewled at him with those whimpers. His arms jerking desperately with the chain of the cuffs clanging off of the metal bars of the cage.

Pinned in place with no possibility of getting away. Not until he unlocked his cuffs with the key that was only a few inches away. He thrusted his fingers giddily into his husband when he then spread them out. Admiring the gaping appearance of his hole before pressing his fingers together then spreading them out once more. Stretching him open wide with his fingers much to his delight. Spreading, spreading, spreading. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

He thrusted his fingers into his husband giddily with that confidence. And then he rubbed over that smooth, rubbery, soft spot within his husband that had him howling. Jerking visibly with his head falling back when he pressed his fingers into the spot. Rubbing at it in firm circles that had his husband jerking with a keening moan spilling out of him. He happily ground his fingers into his prostate delightedly with his husband moaning again, again, again at him.

Arms jerking with the chain of the cuffs hitting off of the bars. He couldn't help but wonder if his husband would break then. If this is how they would be broken. It had his heart jumping in his chest wildly as he pulled his fingers away to thrust sharply into his husband with a casual rub over the spot. Spreading his fingers out when the black-haired man's back arched with a keening moan spilling out of the man. God, he was so beautiful.

He couldn't see his face but fuck if his body language wasn't screaming at him. If it didn't make his intentions, his desires, all too clear as hands curled into shaking fists that jerked at the cuffs. Thighs trembling as they spread impossibly wide. The small puddle forming from the consistent dripping of pre-come sneaking out of the end of the cock cage his husband was trapped in. A small puddle but God it had his skin ripping with a fresh wave of heat at the sight of it.

His own boxers were soaked with pre-come dripping out of him shamelessly with his hips twitching. Squirming. He spread his fingers out repeatedly with a firm insistence each time he spread them out with his husband moaning at him. Black half formed, chaotic curls brushing against his upper back as his head was thrown back. And he got a glimpse of his face; of the way his mouth hung open with that shameless moan spilling out of him.

The way his black brows squeezed together as lashes fluttered on scarlet cheeks. How beautiful he looked with hips twitching back when he pressed his fingers together to thrust sharply into the black-haired man. It had him itching to get inside of him. Spreading his fingers out once, twice, three times more he found himself leaning over to grab at the condom. Snagging it with his lean as he spread his fingers out awkwardly, but he straightened up with the condom held between his teeth.

Spreading his fingers in that back to back manner seemed to work in his favor. There was never perfectly loose, but it was enough for him to feel confident that his husband was ready. Thrusting his fingers into the black-haired man slickly with squelches ringing out, he watched his fingers disappear into that twitching hole. It would only be better if it was his erection slipping into him but there'd be time for that. Time to watch himself slip in and out of his husband.

Shouta whimpered in that needy, desperate edge with hips jutting back shamelessly when he thrusted his fingers into him. Spreading his fingers out once more, he felt the weak tremble of his muscles having adjusted to the spread as he pushed. Pushing, pushing, pushing at those inner walls until he brought his fingers together. Slipping his fingers out of the black-haired man with a vulgar squelch. He then reached down to work his boxers down.

The soaked patch clinging to the head of his erection, but he shoved them down to his knees, he popped up onto his feet to shove them down to his ankles. A slick mess his boxers were. He flicked them behind him over the floor of the cage when he then reached down to grab the lube on the floor. Squeezing a dollop onto his fingers, he spread it over his piercings generously before reaching up to hold the condom in place.

Using his teeth to rip a strip off that he spit to the floor, reaching in for the slippery ring with the rest of the wrapper being dropped to the floor. He then pressed the condom to the head of his erection before rolling it down carefully over his piercings. Mindful to keep his actions smooth and gentle as possible when he got it down to the base of his erection. He glanced up to find that dark eye on him; burning at him with that lustful hunger that had him hissing in a trembling breath.

Had his heart thudding with its sprinting beats against his chest when his husband arched his back. Hips jutting back in a shameless display that had him swallowing when the black-haired man gave a shake of his hips. It had him shuffling over with his feet planting on either side of his husband's thighs when he reached down. Grabbing his hips to angle them upwards towards him. It was a new position but one that had his husband hopping onto his feet awkwardly.

He then slid his hands from his hips to come up to grab at a cheek. Squeezing hard at it, he pulled his husband apart with his left hand going to his erection to pull himself away from his stomach. He then arched his hips forward to rub himself against that twitching hole. Loving the low moan, it got him from his husband who arched back to press against him. The heat of him had him absolutely melting and he wasn't even inside of him yet! Ohhh, he was impatient. Could he be blamed for it?

Could it be held against him? He rubbed himself slickly against his husband who whimpered then at him when he ground himself playfully against him. Pulling his hips back, he pressed the head of his erection against the black-haired man. Grinding, nudging, pushing against him. There would be time for teasing later. Much later. He tugged at the cheek he held in his hand which had his husband's hole stretching slightly. And fuck if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing in the world.

He ground the head of his erection against his husband when he pushed forward against him. Whether it was his force, the slight stretch of his hole, or the push from his husband he had not a clue. All he knew is there was a sleek, amazing give that had him moaning deafeningly when he sank into the black-haired man. Slipping forward slickly; fast, fast, fast. Faster than he intended but God the trembling moan from his husband as his arms slid down with hands bracing to the floor.

The chain of the cuffs rattling deafeningly against the bars when he found himself slipping slickly into his husband with a light slap as his pelvis hit against his ass. Bottoming out faster than he thought he would with a gasp as inner walls clamped tightly around him. Squeezing him for all their damned worth as his head fell back with another keening moan leaving him in unison with his husband. Hot, hot, hot. Tight.

Oh, oh, he thought he'd gotten him adequately loosened up but God if that strangle hold around his erection didn't feel good. If the heat of his husband wasn't soaking into him much to his delight. He shuddered with his toes curling against the cool floor of the cage with a low groan leaving him when his husband squirmed. He slid his hands down to grab his hips to keep him pinned tightly against his pelvis as hips began to grind.

Tight, frantic circles given that he found himself following along with. A frantic grinding that had him huffing out with his brows squeezing together when a groan slipped out of his husband.

The rattle off the cuff chain against the bars was deafening with that light squelch ringing out with their frantic grinding. He shuddered with his own back arching as he kept his husband pressed tightly to his pelvis. It had him moaning out when inner walls clenched tightly around him in another of those hard squeezes. Shuddering when he clawed at his husband's hips loving the way the black-haired man whimpered shrilly at him with hips moving quickly. Grinding, grinding, grinding together.

That light, rhythmic squelching of the lube and condom ringing out filled the quiet of their bedroom. Hips rolling together frantically to grind against one another with inner walls clamping down tightly around him. Convulsing and contracting with spasms that felt so fucking good around him. It was amazing how good grinding together can simply be. Inner walls clamped down tightly around him with that heat soaking into his damned pelvis. He couldn't get enough of this pleasure.

Of this heat. It was a pleasurable heat that he could bury himself in every day of the damned week and each time would feel like the first time. Would feel just as good as the last time. It had him groaning lowly in his throat at the thought of having this pleasure every day. To have a full week spent once a day being buried to the hilt in his husband sounded like a dream. Sounded like something he wanted so badly he'd do anything to ask his husband about it.

He shuddered at the thought of getting exactly what he was wanting. Tp be inside Shouta whether that was for sex or cock warming, he didn't care which for he knew it would feel just as pleasurable. It would be amazing. He groaned lowly when his husband then fought against the tight grasp that he had on his hips. Lifting his head up lazily, he watched his husband swing his hips forward then snapping back to hit against his pelvis.

Moaning at that hit with his husband groaning beneath him when he was swinging his hips forward again then coming back sharply against his pelvis. He wanted to give him more time. To let Shouta have the time to adjust to having him inside but the black-haired man seemed just as impatient. Just as eager to move. It had him watching with awe as his husband swung his hips forward then snapped back against his pelvis with a light slap of their skin meeting.

The slick squelch of the condom and lube rubbing together deafeningly. It had him shuddering with the black-haired man moaned out lowly beneath him with another rattle of the chain against the bars. The position they were in had hips jutting back against his pelvis. His back arched slightly. It was a stunning sight. One that had him gawking shamelessly at his husband who squirmed and twisted with feet planted firmly to the floor.

And then his husband was rocking forward on his feet with hips shifting forward then snapping back against his pelvis. It had him shuddering when Shouta began to ease himself into an easy back and forth rocking rhythm. Snapping his hips back and forth, back and forth, with shallow thrusts that were all too easy to follow along with. Watching in awe as the black-haired man effortlessly swung his hips back and forth despite his tight grasp on him.

Snapping thrusts back against his pelvis that had him wobbling on his feet. It had him bracing himself firmly with feet planted apart while he clutched at his husband's hips. Tugging lightly to coax him into coming back quicker much to his delight with his husband moving along with that light tugging. Absentminded. It had his husband whining at him with a note of ecstasy to it that had his toes curling against the metal flooring of the cage.

All while his husband continued to snap his hips back and forth. Rocking on his feet quickly with the light rattle of the cuffs chain against the bars of the cage. It had him groaning ecstatically at his husband who continued rocking himself quickly. His ass hitting sharply against his pelvis with that light slap of their skin meeting. It was so easy to let his husband set the pace. Let him dictate how hard they went. It had his hips twitching slightly in a shallow thrust forward which had his husband whimpering encouragingly at him.

A sound that had his skin breaking out in goosebumps despite the heat ripping beneath it. It had him thrusting forward shallowly again to which he met a thrust of his husband's. Shivering, he moved his hips to begin meeting his husband's shallow thrusts; it was clumsy. A bit off at first but soon enough he was meeting his husband thrust for thrust. It had him moaning out with delight when inner walls clamped down tightly around him.

Snapping his hips forward to meet his husband halfway with a slap of their meeting skin acted like a shot of heat to his system. To his stomach. Pleasure pooled into it like a thick magma leaving him gasping in a breath as his hands tightened on his husband's hips. Tugging sharply at him to encourage for that harder hit back against his pelvis. It had inner walls giving another tight clench that had him moaning at his husband who moaned back at him with that ecstatic, enthusiastic note to it.

He snapped his hips forward to meet his husband's thrusts as he tugged at his hips to encourage him to come back harder. To move faster. The light rattle of the cuffs chain against the bars was deafening with his husband moaning up at him as hips moved to snap back. Hitting against his pelvis causing him to wobble lightly much to his delight as he returned that budding strength. Something that had his hands clenching with the excitement tearing into him.

He snapped his hips forward giddily with the light, rhythmic clap of their skin meeting mixing in with the slick squelches of the lube and condom rubbing together. Shots of sounds that went hand-in-hand together with racing, trembling pants being taken by the both of them. He tugged at his husband as he snapped forward to meet his husband thrust for thrust. God, he was so tight. Hot. It had him melting on his damned feet as he began to lengthen his thrusts slightly.

The black-haired man moaning in delight when he leaned forward slightly with hips jumping frantically. Desperate to move together with hips swinging as his husband rocked on his feet. He was more than delighted to thrust into that clenching heat of his husband's hole. To snap his hips forward with that slap of skin on skin ringing out while his husband moaned out enthusiastically. Encouragingly. He tugged at his hips to encourage him to come backwards faster. Harder.

He lengthened his pull back which had his husband lengthening his forward swing before coming back. Moaning at his husband when inner walls clenched tightly with a squeeze to get him squirming with a huff flying out of him. He clung onto his husband's hips as he began to use the force in which he pulled at him. The sharp clap ringing out was a stark contrast to the light slapping moments ago but he didn't mind it one damned bit and neither did his husband it seemed.

The black-haired man groaned at him with hips moving to slam back against his pelvis with that new strength of theirs. Quick thrusts being given by the both of them as he admired the way those inner walls convulsed and spasmed around his erection. How they seemed to suck at him leaving him eager to slip back into him the second he pulled back. Snapping his hips forward as he continued his idle tugging at his husband, hair swayed against his back.

Against his chest to which he jerked his head to try and flip his hair over his shoulders only to fail at it. He shuddered at the sight of his husband's hair spilling forward with light bounces with his back flexing. Moving with thighs trembling lightly as his husband's ass slammed against his pelvis again, again, again. Inner walls clenching him so damn tight he half wondered if his preparation on his husband meant anything in the grand scheme of things.

God, his husband always felt so hot. So tight that he was more than happy to fuck him all night long. Shuddering with his hands gripping desperately at moving hips when he snapped his own forward. Diving back in to the hilt the second even a fraction of himself slipped out of the black-haired man. Quick. Fast. Hard. It had him huffing out a sharp exhale with his head threatening to fall back again as he snapped his hips forward with that quickness his husband used.

Trying to stay in time, in unison, with the black-haired man. Continuing at that same pull back delightedly, he clung onto Shouta who moaned shamelessly with the chain of cuffs hitting off of the bars. Tugging. Pulling. He honestly didn't care if his husband broke the cuffs. They were an old pair that he had been meaning to replaced anyhow. Snapping forward into that clenching heat, he tugged at his husband to help aid his thrusts with his husband slamming himself back against his pelvis.

Both moving quick, quick, quick together with that slick squelch ringing out to punctuate each thrust that the other gave. It was addicting. Following along with the rhythm set by his husband who was panting shallowly with trembling hitches beneath him. God, he was so beautiful. He couldn't see his face, but he knew it was without a doubt a work of beauty with that blush smothering itself over his cheeks. The way his black lashes fluttered with dark eyes doing their best to keep from rolling back.

How those lips held an extra plumpness due to the swelling. The way his black brows would squeeze together in that look of adorable concentration. It had him shuddering with his hips snapping forwards faster to keep in time with his husband's frantic, frenzied thrusts back. He knew there was nothing his husband loved more than to be fucked from behind. But what made it better was when they were on their sides. He'd have to do that again at some point.

Groaning at the train of thought, he snapped his hips forward faster. Harder. It had his husband rocking on his feet with thighs trembling as he began to use more strength behind his thrusts. Loving when the black-haired man slammed back against him with a hard hit that had him wobbling on his feet. One foot stepping back to steady himself before he planted it back into its spot. The floor was warm beneath it.

He slammed himself forward with his husband moaning at him encouragingly much to his delight as he began to use that new strength. Slamming himself into the black-haired man who whimpered and whined beneath him. Hips working to slam against one another with that spark of eagerness flowing between one another. He wanted to move faster, faster, faster. Come forward harder. It had his husband moaning with such delight when his hips jumped in that frenzied manner.

Slamming himself into the black-haired man delightedly. Moaning out himself when inner walls clenched around him in response to this new speed and strength, but it merely inspired him onwards. Slamming himself into his husband the second an inch of him was exposed with the black-haired man jumping to slam against his pelvis. Ohhhh, it was damned good. He wanted to be gentle, to be cautious, but fuck if it wasn't so damn good.

If he wasn't going half out of his mind with the pleasure pooling into his stomach. Leaving him hotter than anything as he clung to the black-haired man's moving hips. Digging his nails into that feverish skin had his husband moaning at him ecstatically with hips moving fast. Both moving with that eagerness when he slid his hands from his husband's moving hips to caress his waist. Sliding his hands along his sides in a sweeping caress with the black-haired man whining shrilly at him.

Toes curling as he rocked on his feet. His back arched beautifully with muscles flexing as his husband slammed back against his pelvis. It was a damn good pace that they set together; moving together with keening moans spilling out of the both of them. There was something so good about diving into the black-haired man the moment that he found himself helpless against that frantic speed of theirs. Moving together with that frenzied hunger ripping to the surface.

Slamming himself into his husband giddily with the black-haired man moaning beneath him enthusiastically. It had him shuddering with his back arching slightly as he slammed forward. Sliding his hands along his husband's sides down to his waist. Caressing trembling thighs as his husband rocked on his feet with that heat soaking into him. God, everything about this was so perfect. So, so unbelievably perfect. Huffing desperately with his hands clutching at his husband.

He reached forward to brush his fingers over the cock cage. The metal was utterly soaked with the drops of pre-come leaving his husband. The skin of his dick was feverish as it strained against the metal of the cage that was unrelenting. Unforgiving. It had him shuddering at the thought of what it had to feel like for his husband. He must be going half out of his mind with zero resistance of the cage. He slid his hand away to grab at a hip once again.

Tugging his husband back harder against his pelvis with a keening moan ripping out of him as he slammed forward. A harsh clap of their skin meeting rang out as he tugged at his husband again, again, again. It was so good. God, he can't get enough of this. Never will. He slammed himself forward when he leaned forward slightly with his left hand sliding along his husband's side again. Lengthening his pull back once again for a longer thrust had his husband moaning at him with such delicious volume.

It had his heart jumping in his chest. Thudding fiercely with shoulders jerking as his husband no doubt tugged at the cuffs again. Fuck him, his husband was sexy. Hot. The most beautiful thing alive to him. Fucking Shouta was something that he would never tire of. The slick squelches ringing out like shots merely emphasized it as it kept him going. Kept him slamming into the black-haired man who moaned up at him with that desperate, needy edge.

As if he needed more from him that he wasn't getting. The key around his neck was swaying, bouncing against his chest with his rough, fast movements of his hips. Jingling quietly under the slap of skin meeting and the squelch of the lube and condom. It had him shuddering with his hips jumping to slam into that clenching heat. It was spasming in rhythmic pulls that had him eagerly thrusting into the black-haired man who moaned wildly beneath him. He loves this man.

Loves, loves, loves him. There was no better way to show his love then through this. To show how much he wants his husband down to his core. He shuddered with his back arching slightly when the black-haired man moaned beneath him with hands tugging at his cuffs. It had him whining at that rhythmic squeezing of his husband's inner walls. It was damn good. Hand him thrusting in a frenzy; eager to bury himself to the hilt inside of his husband the further back that he pulled.

It had him shuddering with black-haired man jerking his hips to move in time with him. Slamming back against his pelvis in a frenzy that had him absolutely delighted. Fuck him, he could fuck this man for hours and it would never be enough. He'd always want more from his husband who was so willing to give him more. Rolling circles into his husband's waist, he happily slammed himself into the heat that was soaking into him.

The tight clench that had him moaning desperately at his husband who merely squirmed and twisted. Tugging at his cuffs with moans spilling out of him shamelessly. Fuck, he was happy that he bought this cage. Perhaps for their second round he could convince his husband somehow to do a roleplay before it got to late in the night. It had him moaning at the thought when he slid his hands along his husband's waist with a caress that had the black-haired man shuddering.

Squirming, twisting, writhing. Impossible to stay still as they squirmed together with Shouta whimpering as his hips jerked backwards. His husband was so pretty. From his appearance to the way he moved and the sounds he made, there wasn't anything that wasn't beautiful about his husband. He clung to the black-haired man's waist with his nails biting into his skin which had a deafening moan spilling out of his husband. Encouraging.

Shuddering with a moan of his own, he clawed at his husband's waist. Twisting him impossibly close with the chain of his cuffs rattling off of the bars of the cage. He felt insatiable. Hungry for more, more, more from the black-haired man and he could feel that same insatiability in his husband. He knew it was a shared feeling between the both of them; he didn't need to hear his husband say it. Snapping his hips forward eagerly to slam into his husband, he clung to his waist.

Tugging at him with the chain rattling against bars with his husband jerking at them. It was a new position, one that had his face nearly pressed to the floor but God if it wasn't hot. There was a shift and then that dark left eye of his was staring up at him with a heat to it that sent shivers through him. A hunger, a desire, that he felt raking beneath the surface of his skin. A look that had his stomach fluttering wildly with the pooling of pleasure as his husband rocked on his feet.

Slamming back against his pelvis again, again, again leaving him eager to return those hard hits to his husband. Slamming himself into that clenching heat that felt so fucking good wrapped around him. It had him moaning down at his husband who moaned up at him with increasing volume with hands jerking at the cuffs again. Despite there being no possible way of breaking free. It had him burning up with sweat pricking along his forehead and back beneath his hair.

The nape of his neck. He was so hot. It was a heat he couldn't help but drown under. Whimpering when his husband gave a hard, intentional squeeze that had his hips jumping. Slamming forward in a frenzied manner into that heat which had his husband moaning louder at him; an enthusiastic, excited sound that sent shivers down his back. Fuck him, there'd never be enough time to satiate this desire. This need to slam himself into the black-haired man again and again.

To bury himself to hilt inside the heat that was contracting, squeezing, and spasming around him with the pleasure he no doubt gave his husband. It was so wet. The saliva from him eating him out, the lube, all of it made for a slick squelching. A wet sound that inspired him to slam himself into his husband fast, fast, fast to give him exactly what he wanted from the black-haired man. Hard. He slammed himself in a frantic frenzy into the black-haired man who moaned lowly in his throat beneath him.

Hair spread over the floor of the cage with hands fidgeting in his cuffs as his back arched slightly. Rocking on his feet to meet his hard, slamming thrusts the best that he could and God if it wasn't the hottest thing on the planet. Knowing his husband trusts him to do this? It was fucking hot. It had him huffing out with his hair swaying against his back and flying about his face with his vigorous movements. He'd have to tie it up if they had more than one round like he hopes.

It had his hips jumping fast, fast, fast with hard hits against his husband who rocked slightly on his feet. Moaning lowly in his throat with that unmistakable delight when he gave the black-haired man exactly what he wanted. It had him moaning at him with his hands tightening on his waist. Clawing at him as he slammed himself forward with the black-haired man slamming back against his pelvis with a deafening slap as skin began to grow clammy.

Sweat pricked at his forehead as he slammed himself into his husband with his legs trembling slightly from the pleasure. Oh, there was so much of it pooling into him like a molten pit in his stomach that it had him moaning louder without intending too but his husband wasn't complaining. He wasn't protesting his volume in the slightest bit but rather he was growing louder with him. It had him slamming into his husband eagerly with his fingers to claw at his waist.

He panted raggedly in racing hitches as he dove into that heat. A sort of giddy pleasure twisting into his chest with each slick slide into his husband. His gaze focused on watching himself slam in and out, in and out with the condom glistening with the wetness of the lube. Watching himself sink into his husband again and again was a pleasure that he absolutely adores. The low lighting of the room made this feel like some kind of wet dream. Like it wasn't reality. But it was.

Oh, oh, it was reality for this pleasure couldn't even be mimicked in his wet dreams. It was too vivid for it to be a dream. It had him groaning lowly in his throat with his hands clutching fiercely at his husband. Yanking him back harder, harder, harder to his pelvis which his husband began to move in compliance with. Moaning delightedly in unison when inner walls clamped down around him as he slammed his hips forward. Harder. Faster.

It was an unspoken order by his husband that he would understand anywhere. He didn't need to hear it wailed out but God if it didn't send shivers down his back at the thought of hearing his husband wail out like that. Demanding for him to move harder and faster. To fuck him better. It had him clutching at his husband's waist with nails dragging over the red lines he left behind to get Shouta crying out with hips moving in a frenzy to slam back against him.

Hard hits that had him wobbling on his feet when he dug his nails in earning himself another cry. He slid his hands down to his hips to hold onto him again. Jerking him back faster to meet his hard, fast rhythm. Damn near pounding himself into the black-haired man who swayed on his feet. Black locks spread over the floor of the floor with hands tugging desperately at his cuffs with the chain clattering off the bars. It wouldn't take much to break them and God knows he wants those hands on him.

That he wants his husband to stand up and touch him in response. He bit at his lip with a moan bursting out of him as he let his head fall back with the black-haired man moaning at him encouragingly. Enthusiastically. It had him moaning back at his husband excitedly when inner walls squeezed so good around him it had his teeth dragging over his lip. His mouth dropping open on a howl with his hands tightening on his hips as he jerked Shouta back enthusiastically himself.

Slamming him to his pelvis again, again, again as he pounded forward into the black-haired man. Lifting his head up once more he watched his husband rock on his feet as he pounded forward with his hands yanking at his husband who moaned up at him enthusiastically. Excitedly. Fuck him, he swore he'd never been hotter. He swore his blood was boiling through his veins from this head as he yanked at his husband's hips getting him to jerk back faster. Harder.

Hitting against his pelvis solidly much to his delight as the chain of the cuffs ratted against bars restlessly. His husband panting raggedly with hips jerking in his hands to come back to meet his pounding thrusts when he leaned forward slightly. Hair spilling over his shoulder trembled and swayed over his husband's skin as the black-haired man moaned up at him again with that deafening volume of his. Something he absolutely adores.

"God, baby! Do-Do you have any clue how fu-fucking beautiful you are? How stu-stunning you are? Takin' it like a good boy! Mmm! Nnnghn! Fu-Ffffuck! I can't get en-enough of you! You're so-so addicting! I cou-could fuck you for hours an-and I'd still want more! So fu-fucking beautiful you are! I wa-want to watch you all night, baby! Wanna watch you fu-fuck yourself on my cock! Wanna cuff me next, huh? Cha-Chain me up and bounce on my cock? Fuck me good, baby?"

"Yes! Yesss, God, yes I want too! Mmmn! Hnn! Fuck, I lo-love havin' you inside of me, Zashi! I lo-love feeling you inside of me! Rubbing me so good! I can't get enough of it! Can't get enough of you! Nee-Need you to fuck me all the time! Ah! Ohhh! No-No one is prettier than you! So fu-fucking stunning you are! I lo-love how beautiful you are! I love it! Ah! Wa-Want you to touch me all the time! Wanna touch you! Nnnn! Shit! Ha-Harder! Faster! Please, please, fuck me ha-hhhharder!"

"Fuck! M-My pretty boy! Be-Beautiful boy! God, I ca-can't get enough of how beautiful you are! M-Mmmmore beautiful than me! God, look at you tak-taking it so well! Taking my cock li-like it ain't nothing! Ah! Mmm! Ohhh, shit! Yeah! Yeah, mo-move with me, baby! Nnnn! Squ-Squeeze my cock tighter! Ohhh, just like that, baby! Hnnn! I wa-want to watch you bounce on my cock! Wanna watch you take it! Wanna watch you fuck me! Ah! Ah! Shouta! Shouta, Shouta, my perfect, beautiful boy!"

His husband whimpered incoherently with words failing. It didn't matter, he fucking loves it when his husband can't focus on his words. When he couldn't think of a response. It had him burning up as he pounded into the black-haired man who swayed effortlessly on his feet. Hips moving to meet his pounding thrusts as rasping pants were taken by the both of them. There was nothing he loves more than when he was fucking him so good that he couldn't speak.

It told him he was doing something right for the black-haired man. And it sent shivers down his back looking down at that flushed face of his husband's. How his mouth hung open with rasping pants as the black lashes of his left eye fluttered on scarlet cheeks. Brows squeezing together as he panted with hips moving frantically in his hands to meet his thrusts. Focusing. It had his stomach pooling with a fresh wave of pleasure when inner walls clenched tightly around him.

Squeezing only to then keep that tightness. It had him moaning down at the black-haired man who moaned back at him with such breathless ecstasy it sent shivers through him again. Shuddering with his hips jumping frantically to pound himself into his husband who swayed effortlessly on his feet. Moving fast, fast, fast with his tugging hands as he jerked his hips to make that extra effort in his pounding thrusts. Giving him harder. Faster. Just like he had wailed out for him to do.

He happily pounded himself into his husband who writhed and twisted with legs shaking much like his own. God, that pleasure was everything. Knowing he was giving the same thing to his husband had him hotter than anything. Pounding himself into his husband with that slick squelching ringing out filling the quiet between them. The deafening slap of their clammy skin meeting. The harsh, ragged pants being taken by the both of them as they raced with anticipation.

The quiet, back of throat sounds just barely making their way out of the both of them in between those louder moans, groans, whines and whimpers. It lit his blood aflame to hear those quiet sounds leaving his husband as he twisted beneath him. Legs shaking from the pleasure of it while he pounded himself into that clenching heat. Squeezing tight around him with a pressure that sent shivers down his back. God, he could fuck this man for hours.

Fuck him again and again and it'd still leave him wanting more. Leave him begging, pleading, wishing for another chance to touch him. To love him like this. He wants to make that sweet, tender loving that always had his husband choking up. He wants nothing more than to give his husband the pleasure he deserves. Pounding into his husband desperately, he loved the quiet mewl that left his husband before hands were jerking. Tugging at his cuffs causing the chain to drag and hit off of the bars.

His husband hadn't begged for his cock cage to come off. He hadn't begged to be released so he could come properly. It had him shuddering with his toes curling against the floor of the cage with a huff flying out of him. His husband wanted to come with it on. It was made all too clear to him even with the fog descending over his mind as he pounded at his husband. Rocking him on his feet with hands tugging restlessly at the cuffs that would be on him in a matter of minutes once they caught their breaths.

It had him shuddering with his back arching slightly with a keening moan spilling out of him with his hips jumping faster. Harder. Trying to keep up that harsh pounding that had his husband rocking on his feet as the black-haired man moaned enthusiastically beneath him. Whimpering. Whining. He jerked his hips to keep pounding away at him when he yanked his hips back until the head rested inside of him.

Wriggling his hips slightly, he slammed into his husband only to have him wailing out with a visible jerk. A hit to his prostate. It had him giddily pounding into him again, again, again with inner walls clenching tightly around him as he hit at his husband's prostate relentlessly. Keeping the angle that he had with his husband jerking and twisting beneath his hands. He used his hold on his hips to jerk him back while keeping that angle.

It had his husband moaning deafeningly with his voice straining higher, higher, higher with hands yanking desperately at he cuffs. Writhing beneath his hands while he leaned forward once again with his feet braced apart. Pounding into his husband for all his worth while making sure that he hit at his prostate. The puddle of pre-come beneath his husband was doing nothing but growing with the shameless dripping of his erection that was kept down by that cage.

He didn't understand it but Shouta always seemed to love having his cage on. He'd had man dry and wet orgasms with it on. It all depended on the last time his husband came. It wasn't impossible to make him come with it on and he couldn't help but wonder if tonight would be that night. If his husband would make a mess of his cage. Shivering at the thought, he kept up his pounding rhythm with his husband howling out beneath him while hands tugged desperately at the cuffs.

Half formed words just barely making it past his husband's lips before cresting into a whimper. A whine. It had his legs shaking as his stomach twisted with the pooling pleasure into it. A heavy, hot heat that had him pounding desperately at the black-haired man who moaned delightedly at him. He can only imagine the pleasure of having his prostate hit at while being trapped inside of a cock cage. It had his hands tightening on hips with his hair swaying against his back.

Over his shoulders. He shuddered with his hands tugging at his husband to come back harder. He could feel Shouta moving in his hands with his legs shaking as that prosthetic foot shifted with a clang off of the metal flooring. Heat raked beneath the surface of his skin when his husband mewled at him desperately when he yanked his husband faster. Keeping in time with his pounding thrusts that his husband seemed frantic to meet as they twisted together.

Both moving eagerly to chase after that fluttering sensation in stomachs. It felt too soon but God if he wasn't enjoying every last bit of this. If he didn't find a joyful pleasure in pounding at his husband who moaned enthusiastically at him while he squirmed. His back arched slightly with his lower half moving faster, faster, faster. Fuck him, he wants Shouta to ride him. He wants to admire the roll of his hips when he was coming up and down.

Wanted to watch how his hips squirmed in between his bounces while his thighs flexed. His half formed black curls bouncing around his shoulders and flying about his red face. How he'd get that adorable look of concentration while he rode him like he had to focus on doing it right. On making him feel good. There was nothing he loves more than that. The rush of heat under his skin had him shuddering with his hands squeezing at his husband's hips before he moved them in a firm rub over the sharp angles of them.

Kneading at his husband as his thumbs rolled circles into him while his hips jumped in that frantic frenzy. Pounding at him with Shouta moaning out delightedly beneath him as he made sure to keep his angle towards his prostate. He shuddered with his hips slamming against his husband who merely twisted and writhed. Moaning loud enough to combat his moans at him. Clinging onto the black-haired man was all he could do as his hips jumped to pound into the man.

Moaning delightedly as hips moved to pound against his pelvis so damn hard it threatened to rock him on his feet. All he could do was meet his husband thrust for thrust who was following along beautifully. It was amazing. Fuck him, he can't get enough of this man. Can't get enough of fucking him whether that was with his mouth, his fingers, or his dick. There was a wild arrange of things they could do together that he wants nothing more than to indulge in.

He shuddered with his back arching when he let his head fall back as a deafening moan burst out of him with his hands tightening on his husband. Allowing himself to claw at his hips had his husband crying out excitedly. His lashes fluttered on his cheeks as his glasses slid on his nose. Fuck, he forgot to take them off again. He happily ignored it for it was far too late even if he knew that his glasses were fogged up afterwards.

He focused instead on keeping his pounding thrusts angled to hit at his husband's prostate. Letting his head roll up then forward with hair sliding over his shoulders when he felt that all too familiar fluttering pull in his stomach. A knot that was threatening to flutter to life from the tight squeeze of his husband's inner walls around him. Throbbing around him with pulls that seemed to be trying to milk him. Trying to get him to fuck into him harder until he was coming, coming, coming.

And God if he didn't want the pleasure of being able to come inside his husband then use his mouth to clean him up. It had him shuddering with his nails digging into their holds with his hair swaying over his shoulders as his brows squeezed together tightly. His mouth hanging open with his rasping, hitching pants as his husband panted raggedly beneath him. Dripping, no doubt. God, he can only imagine the mess of wet, slick metal between his husband's legs.

What did it feel like? To be fucked with a cage on? He might never know but fuck him if it wasn't a hot thought to think about. Pounding himself into his husband fervently he could feel his husband twisting and writhing. Moving impatiently with hips jerking backwards to slam against his pelvis. Hard hits that had him moaning when those inner walls again clamped down around him with a hard squeeze that had him crying out himself. Had him jerking at the pleasure of that tight grasp around him.

Then he felt a small spark twist itself into his lower stomach much to his delight. The pleasure continued its pooling into his stomach like molten magma in his core leaving him hot. Leaving him flushed. It had him panting raggedly with the black-haired man panting with racing hitches. It had him eager to get over that hump. Eager to get there if he was honest with himself. He wants nothing more than to come and then get started on the next round.

He wants nothing more than to let his husband lock him up and bounce away on his lap. To le this husband have his fun. And then, he'd make love to him in the shower. Hold him up in his arms beneath the showerhead and make love to him while his legs shook around his waist from the overstimulation. There was nothing he loved more than to see his husband's legs shaking from it. To see them jackhammer bouncing as he twisted desperately with half formed pleas on his lips.

Tugging at his husband to keep those hard hits against his pelvis coming with his lashes tickling his cheek as his glasses hung precariously on his nose due to the clammy sweat forming on his skin. His hair clung to his forehead and cheeks in thin strands as he reached up to tug his glasses off then let them fall to the floor with a clattering impact. He hoped he didn't break the lenses but he figured it save enough with his slightly bent position.

Pounding into his husband with that sharp clap of their skin meeting again, again, again. Slaps. It was vulgar mixed in with the slick squelches of the condom and lube rubbing together. It sent shots to his stomach that felt unbearably heavy. The pleasure pooled into him like tidal waves that had him gasping with his hands clutching at his husband. If he could reach his hands he'd twist his fingers in-between Shouta's. To hold onto him properly.

He squeezed at moving hips with racing, hitching pants being taken by the both of them. He was more than ready. Just a little more and his balls would draw up with his orgasm. Pounding away at his husband, he found himself all too eager to pull at those moving hips. Rolling circles into the feverish skin beneath his clammy palms with his husband huffing. Squirming. Twisting. Jerking, jolting, shaking. It was impossible to stay still as that spark began to tighten in his stomach.

Squeezing tighter, tighter, tighter in his lower stomach leaving him gasping excitedly when Shouta let out a mewling whimper beneath him. He made sure he kept up that angle as he pounded into his husband when he felt his word shrinking. Burning down to a sizzling point of moving hips. Of chasing after that pleasure he felt pooling into his stomach. A world where nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. And he was shaking with that anticipation as he clung to his husband's hips that moved quickly.

Trying to meet his pounding thrusts the best that they could by pounding back at him with hard hits against his pelvis that had him wobbling on his feet. And God, it was so good. It had him panting with that anticipation and excitement he felt as his hips pounded forward into that clenching heat. Growing tighter and tighter with each passing second, he knew his husband was close. He knew he was so painfully close and that cock cage had to be torture.

It had him moaning out with his hands squeezing comfortingly at his hips which had them stuttering briefly before pounding back against him. As if that comfort wasn't needed as his husband panted raggedly, tossing his head back with curls spreading over his arm. Crying out with his hands tugging at the cuffs with inner walls clenching tightly around him. And God, he was climbing up to the top of that mountain.

He was raking his way up with heat sizzling under his skin when he shuddered as he pounded harder. Faster. Thrusting into his husband with the extra effort needed with those tightening inner walls coaxing him to do so. It had him shuddering at the sight as he slammed into his husband hard as he dared with those inner walls clenching him so good. He hated to admit but he was teetering. He was dancing along that edge even if it was mortifyingly soon but he was so worked up.

Too worked up. Eating out his husband always left him more worked up than he realized and fuck if he didn't want to be cuffed. If he didn't want this man to wring him dry of every drop of come, he has in his body. He'd happily let this man bounce on his dick and drain him of come. To waste one, two, three condoms in a row. To let that mouth wrap around him to suck him off as his legs shook with the pleas of no more leaving him. The insistence he had nothing more to give.

Oh, oh, it was a thought that had him moaning excitedly at his husband who moaned back at him desperately. Urgently. Hips moving with that urgency when he slammed in to hit at his husband's prostate when the man was jolting. Jerking with his back arching as hips jutted back to hit against his pelvis as the black-haired man wailed. His head tilting back further with his mouth dropping open as black lashes fluttered on that scarlet cheek. And he was tumbling.

He was falling over the edge he clung too desperately with tingles racing up his shaking thighs that flexed. His stomach flexing with them when those tingles then raced up to explode in his stomach. He threw his head back with a howl bursting out of him in unison with his husband as his voice climbed louder, louder, louder. Howling out for Shouta, Shouta, Shouta who clenched so tightly around him he swore it'd break his dick in half.

He strangled it down when his husband cried out in protest to which he buried his face forward into his back with his jaw clenching. Teeth gnashing when he swore, he heard the splatter of come hitting the floor. It was rare he made his husband come with his cock cage on. Normally it was a prostate orgasm that he got out of him but tonight seemed to be different. It was exciting. White-hot waves rushed over him leaving him choking on his air that he hissed desperately between his clenched teeth.

Stiffening with his husband as his erection throbbed. Pulsed. Each pulse bringing with it another spurt of come into the condom. Each pulse bringing with it a throb of those inner walls around him that pulled at him desperately. As if encouraging him to keep coming. To get another spurt out of him. And God if that wasn't the hottest fucking thought on the planet. If that wasn't the biggest turn on, he could have in the moment. Shaking, shaking, shaking. Drowning, drowning, drowning.

He was choking under the white-hot waves that slammed over him while his husband mewled. Whimpered. Whined. A string of Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi leaving his husband shamelessly. It had him shuddering with low snapping growls leaving him as he buried his face into his husband's back awkwardly. Trying to keep himself low to keep from blowing out his poor husband's ear drums. It was hot, nonetheless, listening to his name being whimpered, whined, and groaned out of his husband.

It had shivers racing down his back as he rocked his hips idly against his husband as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Rocking, rocking, rocking. And then, much to his relief, his orgasm ebbed out of him. Rushing on a wave so fast it left his legs shaking with the threat of falling down. Left him gasping when he straightened up with hair clinging to his sweaty forehead and cheeks. A small bead ran down the side of his nose down his lips.

Licking them to rid himself the bead of sweat it had him wincing, but he panted as he relished in the ebbing orgasm. His hips rocking with a weak thrust to aid that final spurt leaving him when his husband groaned out beneath him before slumping in his hands. Knees bowing forward slightly in a bend as legs shook and he knew he needed to let his husband down. He wanted to stay inside of him a moment longer. Just one. But as he squeezed his husband's hips, he swallowed as he pulled his hips backwards slowly.

Carefully.

He slipped out of his husband with a vulgar squelch when he then used his hold on his hips to lower him down. His knees hit the floor with a sigh of relief leaving the black-haired man when he stumbled back a step then reached down to his twitching erection that was softening slightly. His fingers shook when he began to tug the filled condom off of him with a sigh of his own when he got it off. Forcing his shaking fingers to work with him to tie off the filled thing with a squelch ringing out.

It had him cursing when he failed to get it the first time but once he got it, he found himself placing it down onto the ground by the wipes as he then stumbled forward for the key for the cuffs. He knelt down by his shaking husband when he slid the key into the locks working his wrists free. Frowning at the red circles of his wrists from his tugging. Even with the fuzzy padding it still left marks on his husband. He lifted his right hand up to kiss the red circle on his wrist gently.

His husband pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. Leaning back to sit on his knees with his hips canting up with a pleading expression pinching at his husband's red face. Come dripped lazily through the metal of his cock cage when he reached up to tug the chain from around his neck. Using the key to unlock the cage, he then worked it off of his husband carefully. His half hard erection twitched was flushed deeply from its trapped position, no doubt, but come dripped idly from the slit before his gaze was tugged away.

Shouta's arms were thrown around him as he was pushed back with the black-haired man wheezing out. A cheek nuzzling itself to his had him blinking before he giggled as he dropped the cock cage with a clatter on the floor and reached for his waist. Tugging him closer to him as that cheek scratched at his due to the stubble but he didn't mind it one bit. Nuzzling his cheek back to his husband's, he turned then which had his husband spreading out for him as he planted a hand to the floor to lean over him.

Holding him close as he nuzzled his cheek to that feverish one before pulling back. Allowing lips to press to his face adoringly, he returned without a second thought. Giggling breathlessly through his pants as he kissed at his husband's red face. Cheekbones, cheeks, noses, arches of eyebrows. The scar that ran along the underside of his husband's blinded eye before kissing at it coaxing his eye to flutter shut. His forehead where the salt of sweat was easily tasted but he ignored it.

Kissing at his cheeks, his jaw, his nose when Shouta then nuzzled his nose to his. Arms curled tightly around him as his husband sprawled out beneath him. Knees touching his side when his legs curled up and he cradled the black-haired man. Holding him tightly to his chest when his husband laughed breathlessly as he nuzzled back. Rubbing their noses together adoringly before pulling back with his husband kissing at his cheeks. At the bridge of his nose.

He kissed at the tip of Shouta's as hands slid along his back comfortingly. He was more than happy to stay right here at this moment. Right here just a moment longer as he rubbed his cheek to Shouta's again which got him a breathless hum from the black-haired man. He tightened his arms around his husband who squeezed him close in response. He sat back on his ass, legs curling beneath him, and he dragged his husband properly onto his lap. There was so much to say.

So much to croon and praise but there was something so unbelievably nice about holding his husband in his arms. Breathless pants being taken between them as they struggled to catch their breath. Arms tightened around him when Shouta's head came down to rest on his shoulder with a sigh. His legs curling up slightly as he balled up in his lap. Something that he always adored in their moments of affection. His husband then nuzzled at his throat with curls tickling his jaw.

He happily kissed the top of his husband's head before nuzzling his cheek to those soft black locks of hair adoringly. Holding his husband close to his chest, he tightened his arms around him with his cheek rubbing against those soft black curls. So soft tonight from their shower no doubt. Tightening his arms once more around his husband, he buried his face into his loose curls with the scent of vanilla wafting up to him. It was comforting.

The smell of vanilla and sweat clinging to his locks as he kept his face buried in his husband's hair. Holding him close as he began to rock side to side gently as his husband tightened his arms around him. Hands sliding along his back comfortingly when the black-haired man kisses at his throat softly. Nuzzling his nose and lips up beneath his jaw before sighing out once more as they continued rocking idly side to side when the black-haired man slid his hands down his back.

Rubbing at his back gently when his husband then sighed out once more before he felt his forehead pressing to the side of his neck. He pressed his cheek to the top of his head while they continued to rock with hands sliding over his back when there was a throat clearing. Racing breaths having slowed slightly when there was another husky throat clearing when his husband's forehead nuzzled the side of his neck. Hands sliding up and down his back comfortingly. "Lo' you, Zashi."

Quiet. Hoarse. It had him melting when he kissed the top of his husband's head as he tightened his arms around him. Wanting to hold him all the closer that he could get him when he slid his hands along his husband's back while they continued to rock idly together in the aftermath of their sex. Something that was amazingly comforting when he lifted his cheek from his head to pull back. Just enough to kiss his forehead with his lips tipping into a giddy smile. "I lo-love you too, baby."