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!

19. Sharp Heeled!

"You know, you've been doing quite a bit of staring tonight, baby! I might just think that you see something you might like!" Hizashi couldn't deny he adored the way his husband went red. How those mismatched eyes of his dropped down to the bed with a sheepish grin curling over full lips. Fingers plucking at the page of the book he was reading tonight as his husband stretched over the bed. His left foot crossed over his prosthetic that was braced up against the headboard of their bed.

"Can you blame me, Zashi? You've been parading in one outfit after another in front of me all night long." His husband flicked at the corner of his page when his head rolled to the side with black locks spilling over his shoulder beautifully. Curls brushing against that red cheek when his that sheepish grin softened slightly when his hand came up to cup his cheek. "Don't blame me for admiring you while you swap out outfits, love."

"Admiring? Huh, that's much better than simply looking! But tell me, what do you think of this one?" Pirouetting in the mirror, he caught his husband's gaze lifting up to scan over him. And God, it sent shivers down his back at the intensity to that glittering dark eye of his. The dress was simple; a knee length, long sleeve delicate pink that made his skin appear lightly tanned rather than the washed-out hue it was due to winter. It was simple but elegant.

"I think you look lovely in pink, Zashi. You should wear it more often." He turned to glance over his shoulder at the red blush smothering itself over his husband's gaze when he then hummed before stepping over to grab the shoes he'd been gifted with them. He tugged them out of the box; they weren't too high but the high heels to go with them were lovely. A delicate pink just like the dress that swirled around his knees. "What're you doing now?"

Peeking up through his hair, he found his husband looking at him curiously. He slid his left foot into the heel then his right when he straightened up. Wobbling slightly, he took a casual step towards the black-haired man whose gaze flickered down to his feet. He swore that blush deepened before his very eyes as he gave a playful little spin that had his skirt swaying around his knees. "I have the shoes to go with it! Puts it all together, doesn't it?"

"That it does. You look positively lovely, Zashi. But why are you trying on your dresses now? Isn't Valentines Day a few weeks away, love?" God, he can't get over how his husband used that nickname. It had his stomach fluttering wildly, his heart skipping, at the casual way in which his husband used it. He adores it. He didn't need all the nicknames in the world; 'love' was more than enough to satisfy him. It was sweet. A commonly used thing that he absolutely adores.

"Valentines day, baby, is next week! And I want to be ready! Last year I wore the button down shirt and leather skirt, remember? I want to choose something nice this year too!" He then happily walked across the carpet in his heels and dropped into a squat at the corner of the bed where his husband raised his brows at him despite that blush smothered over his cheeks. "Don't act like you don't enjoy watching me dress up just like you enjoy my makeup!"

"I never said that I didn't, did I? I love that you feel confident in what you wear, whether it's masculine presenting or feminine. I think you look beautiful in all of it, Zashi, and I think it's amazing you feel secure enough to let me see this side of you." Fingers toyed with the edge of the page his husband pinched between his fingers. His thumb flicking at the corner of the page idly when that shy smile curled over his lips. "But I think I want my husband to wear a tie this year round but you don't have to forsake the heels."

Raising his brows at his husband who continued to flick the corner of the page with his thumb back and forth. Those mismatched eyes locked onto him as he admired the soft gray of his right eye and the rich black of his left. Adoring he way they locked onto him without a hint of shame or embarrassment. A comment like that would have had his husband hiding his face two years ago. "Oh? So, you want me to wear a tie and suit this year but heels, huh? I do have some high heeled boots I could wear."

God, the way those cheeks flared with that brilliant scarlet had his heart jumping when his husband's shy smile widened over his lips. A sparkle to that dark eye as the black-haired man let go of his page to grab the bookmark. Stuffing it between the pages before closing the book when his husband pushed himself up. Sitting on his knees when he rested his chin on his forearms with his head tilting slightly. "I mean, it wouldn't be the end of the world if you did, would it? It's still winter, after all."

"I think someone just likes seeing his husband in heels, don't you? You like it when I wear my heels, don't you, baby?" Mismatched eyes flickered away from him when he stood up out of his squat with the black-haired man fidgeting on the bed. Was he right? He had to be. He raised his brows at his husband who kept his gaze angled down with that deep red blush smothered over his cheeks. "I bet you like it much more than you're letting on, huh?"

"And what if I do, huh? What are you gonna do about it?" Shouta fired back with that catty tone making its way to the surface much to his surprise. He felt his heart jump in his chest wildly when he found himself grinning at his husband who merely tilted his head slightly with knees digging into the bed. He loves this side of his husband more than anything; when he gets snarky. Catty. "What if I do like it that my husband wears high heels, huh?"

"Then I might just need to fuck you in these pretty shoes of mine, won't I? You've been so easily riled up since our bathroom control, baby, that I think you liked it more than you're letting on!" He loved the way those mismatched eyes flared with heat at him. A look that had him leaning forward with his hands planting onto the bed when black brows raised at him. Mismatched eyes burning at him had his stomach fluttering wildly. "Do you want me too? Are you in the mood for sex tonight, baby?"

"The day I'm not in the mood to fuck you is the day I lose my left leg and go blind. Of course, I want you and of course, I'm most definitely in the mood tonight. How can I not be?" His husband crawled forward while his knees pressed on either side of the corner of the bed. Leaning forward, he couldn't stop himself from grinning when full lips pressed to his cheek softly. Crawling down to his jaw to place kisses that had him humming softly at the man when he pulled back. "I want you all the time, Zashi."

Words mumbled into his jaw had his heart fluttering against his chest and those butterflies of excitement wreaking havoc on him when lips pressed to his jaw again. He slid his hands forward until they were touching Shouta's as he turned his face to kiss at that red cheek of his adoringly which got him kisses in response from the black-haired man. "How about I step on you with my pretty heels, huh? You want that, baby? You were an absolute slut for my boots so why not try with these, huh?"

"Yes! God, yes, I want to try it with those!" His husband breathed out when he kissed his red cheek with lips pressing to his left cheek. Kisses given in fluttering pecks moving restlessly over each other's faces. Jaws. Cheeks. Noses. Kisses that had him swaying forward for another press of those full lips against his husband eagerly. Wanting another kiss. Another brush of those full lips against his cheek when he felt lips crawling down his cheek again much to his delight.

"Then what's stopping us, hm? I'm more than eager to try it out with you, baby! I'm starting to think, honestly, you might just have a thing for me in heels and stepping on you makes it all the hotter, doesn't it?" He loved the low sound that left his husband when lips trailed along his jaw once more. It had his lips tingling as they parted slightly before he pressed them to the warmth of his cheek adoringly. "You want me to fuck you in my heels? In my pretty dress?"

"Yes."

That's all it took. One word wheezed out of his husband, who crawled forward as he pushed off the bed to stand up straight again. His husband held onto his waist as he stretched up when he felt lips press to the corner of his lips once, twice, which he returned to his husband. Kissing at the corner of his mouth, much like those full lips pressing to his awkwardly. Kissing at the corner of his mouth with the intention to make his lips tingling. Buzzing.

Parting slightly before those full lips were shifting to cover his own. Sliding against his in a whispering caress that he returned without thinking twice about it, to which he happily returned that caress. Moving his lips again to slide against Shouta's adoringly with the black-haired man tightening his hold on his waist. Twisting his fingers into the fabric of his dress. He loves the feeling of those full lips sliding against his at that idle speed that they used together with the whisper of their moving lips ringing out.

Filling the space between them while that soft, peppy music of his played over the speaker. It was so easy. He slid a hand up to sink into those loose black curls that he so adored that were disheveled tonight. He cupped the back of his husband's head with his fingers curling to scratch gently at his scalp while his lips slid against his. Hands gripping fistfuls of his dress against his waist where they rested. It had him melting with a sigh leaving him only to feel an identical sigh fanning over his cheek in response.

Hands squeezing at the fistfuls of fabric they held. He could feel the fabric pulling tautly against his waist with the black-haired man arching towards him. God, does he love this man. He adores the moments like these where they could effortlessly come together. To know his husband was in the mood? That was all he needed to know. He loved dressing up for his husband, but he knew his husband loved it more. The black-haired man had admitted one too many times he liked it.

Likes to watch him dress up. Likes the outfits he threw together and liked to watch him do his makeup from time to time. He knew his husband merely liked the end result, but he couldn't fault the black-haired man. He liked to dress up and put on make-up himself—to doll himself up so he could look nice next to his husband, who always seemed so proud. So happy to be with him. It was an ego boost like none other to know his husband adored his dresses and skirts.

His lingerie and his sleep sets. No matter what he wore, it worked in his favor. Just like tonight. He'd been playful when throwing outfits onto the bed for him to slip into with those mismatched eyes on him. Curiously watching him as he switched out shirts, skirts, pants, and dresses relentlessly with different shoes to go with each outfit. His shoes and clothing were scattered over the floor, but this one seemed to get his husband's attention.

While he had not a clue why, but he was willing to wear pink more often if it got his husband this interested. This eager to be touched. It had him shivering when hands tightened on their fistfuls. Pressing to his waist innocently enough. Breaths fanning over his cheek when another sigh slipped out of his husband as their lips moved together with that idle speed. The quiet whisper of their lips moving together filled the space between them, with that light smack coming intermittently to break it up.

The warmth of his husband's lips was absolutely divine. He loved their fullness. The plush press of those lips against his as they melted to shape and mold to his. Curving for that comfortable fit with a few slides as his husband's hands tugged at his waist slightly as if to bring him closer. He was more than happy to tighten his fingers on black curls with a light tug that had the man shuddering in his arms. He curled his other arm around his husband.

He held the black-haired man close to him with that familiar warmth washing through him. He could feel his own lips shaping to move and curve against Shouta's. Of course, he couldn't fill the gaps the way Shouta's could, but neither seemed to mind. Squeezing at his fistful of black curls, he tightened his arms around the black-haired man. Holding him up tightly against his chest with lips moving against his delightfully with hands squeezing at the fistful of dress they held.

And he wanted to scold his husband and tell him to let go before his dress could wrinkle. He knew it would do nothing but rile the black-haired man up further. It seemed that, lately, it took very little for his husband to strip off. For him to join him in bed with hips arched up. He didn't know if it had something to do with the bathroom control that they dabbled in a few days ago or what. And God, had that been the highlight of his week.

It was by far the hottest thing that he'd ever gotten to be a part of when it came to his husband. They'd played with wetting about three times now, and then there was the piss drinking of last year, but the bathroom control? God, it had been delightful watching his husband squirm and twist when he said no. When his hands would fist at his thighs with a shuddering exhale with an "okay" following after. To watch his husband grow more desperate with each passing moment until they'd separated for him to get Eri in bed.

And there had been something hot about his husband staring so desperately at him. Something about the way his hands fisted at himself or how he danced from foot to foot before the toilet while he shut the door. Knowing he was desperate beyond belief to just go had been by far the hottest thing. To hold his dick that jumped and twitched in his grasp with that urgent arch to his stream had been fucking hot. The sex afterwards? Oh, he swore he'd never come faster.

Never felt more hungry for this man than he had that night, and it had been returned to him. Two rounds of fast, breathless sex with hands holding and grabbing. Stroking, pounding, squirming. Gasping. It had been by far his favorite thing off of the list. A situation that he found himself drunk off of when he recalled it. It was something that invaded his wet dreams already, but he didn't mind it one bit. If anything, he was grateful that his husband was willing to make that choice for him.

That he was willing to do something like that for him at all. He'd been looking over the list in the aftermath of that night, trying to find something off of the list when his eyes had fallen on an option. High heels. There was nothing further elaborating it, but he had taken it into his own hands tonight by doing his best to give his husband what he could. Running off of the mere idea of what high heels could mean, he had done his best to make sure that every pair of high heels he had was incorporated in his outfits.

He'd done his best to make sure that he was flashing off his feet and his shoes at his husband. Delighting when the man gave up his act of reading to watch him. He'd been delighted to have those mismatched eyes on him; that blind, soft gray right eye and his glistening dark left one. It always thrilled him to have his husband watching him. In fact, he adored it when his husband would gawk at him without a drop of shame or embarrassment.

To look over his shoulder to find those eyes on him without darting away was a turn-on like nothing else. Even if he didn't understand it, he adored having Shouta's eyes on him no matter what they were doing. Whether it was the longing glance across desks in the staff room or in the hallways when passing one another. When he was cooking dinner or when he was spinning Shouta in his arms as the man laughed and threw his head back.

He adored having Shouta stare at him the way that he did. Tonight merely confirmed that he adored having those eyes on him even if he knew that his husband couldn't see a thing out of that right eye of his. And if prancing around in skirts, dresses, and tight leather pants with high heels got his husband turned on? Well, he'd be damned if he didn't do it. Moving his lips against his husband's at that same idle speed with those plush lips pressing firmly against his.

It had him sliding his hand along his husband's waist while scratching gently at his scalp. Using his other hand when he felt hands tremble lightly against his waist. Holding onto their fistfuls so tightly it had his husband's hands trembling lightly. It had him sighing out when Shouta sighed out again, mirroring him perfectly. He felt the black-haired man twisting closer to fit in his arms perfectly when he scratched at his head.

Tugging at black curls lightly with lips sliding against his with that idle speed that carried with it a spark of urgency. He had no clue how his husband could be so willing to go, go, go, but he was more than happy about it. More than happy to indulge and give his husband exactly what he needs from him tonight. If seeing him dress up and flash off his high heels got his husband hot, then he wasn't going to question it. In fact, he was going to give him exactly what he wanted from him.

Maybe for the second round he'd step on him in his heels like he had asked of him. He was more than happy to give Shouta whatever it was that he wanted from him tonight. And if that meant he wanted to be stepped on while he wore his high heels, then he'd give it. Happily give it. He slid his hand along his husband's waist before squeezing comfortingly at him with the black-haired man shuddering when he tightened his grasp on those black curls.

They brushed softly against his fingers, between them, and he loves it. They were so soft tonight; more so than any other night where they would feel dry. It had him sliding his lips against Shouta's with a spark of eagerness in his chest, where his heart thudded sickeningly. A hard one-two hit that had his breath rushing out of him. He twisted himself closer to his husband the best that he could with his fingers tugging at black curls.

Causing the black-haired man to groan quietly at him with such enthusiasm it had him shuddering himself. It was a low, barely breathed sound that had his toes curling in his high heels as he moved his lips against his husband's delightedly. Eagerly. He felt those full lips pressing firmer against his much to his giddy joy, and he happily pressed his lips firmer against his husband's. Firm kisses with that idle speed had his heart skipping wildly in his chest.

Butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Sliding his lips eagerly against his husband's, he happily used that firm press against the black-haired man that was given to him. The push of those full lips against his was everything. It had him humming softly at his husband as he kissed him delightedly with hands holding onto his dress. Trembling against his waist with lips sliding against his with when he tugged at black curls when he felt his husband twisting to fit properly against him.

It had him twisting forward with his knees pressing to either side of the corner of the bed. Trying to get as close as he could in this position of his, but he knew it was useless. There was never going to be close enough. Sliding his hand along his husband's waist, the fingers of his right hand curling scratch at his husband's head. The quiet sound of his nails dragging over his scalp was deafening in the quiet between them.

That soft, peppy music he'd put on with his little "fashion show," as his husband would later call filled the background. Making the room feel full. The whisper of their moving lips sent shivers down his back with that light smack ringing out intermittently to break it up. A change in pressure made that light smack come more frequently as hands released their tight grasp on his dress with his husband wobbling on his knees.

Hands slid along his waist before sliding upwards to caress his sides. An up-and-down rub over the fabric of his dress had him shuddering when he squirmed. Twisting on his feet at the tingles racing beneath his skin as that ache twisted into his stomach. Spreading down to his groin, he let out a shuddering breath when he moved his lips quicker against his husband's. Something that Shouta followed along with without a beat of hesitation as hands continued to slide along his sides.

Caresses that had him breathing out sharply through his nose. God, he loves it when Shouta touches him. When those large hands of his were sliding along his sides gently with his dress bunching up slightly then being smoothed out as he scratched at his husband's head. There was an urgency, an eagerness, that was making itself all too clear in the way their lips moved together. In the way that Shouta kissed him. Something he absolutely adores as he slid his hand along his husband's waist.

Curving his hand back to begin rubbing along his back. Coaxing it to arch as his chest pressed tightly to his own with a shaking breath fanning over his cheek as his husband let out a quiet hum of his own. A trembling sound while hands slid along his waist and sides with caresses that had him swaying on his feet slightly before he forced himself to be still once more. His husband's back arched beautifully for him as he slid his hand up and down it.

Fingers tracing along the center of his back. He loved how his husband squirmed and twisted against him the way that he was. He adores the way that he let out those short little sighs and quiet hums as lips slid firmly against his. It was a delight unlike anything else. He slid his lips against his husband's firmly with that new, quick speed that brought with it a rhythmic smacking of their moving lips. There was an eagerness bleeding into the kisses traded that had his heart jumping in his chest.

He slid his fingertips along the center of his husband's back. Tracing up and down, up and down, while hands continued to slide along his sides to get his skin tingling beneath his dress. Tingles that pooled into his stomach fed into the ache twisting there. The ache that had him humming out quietly into the kiss with his fingers tightening on those black curls to get his husband whining at him quietly as his back arched. He slid his hand down his husband's back with a rub over his ass.

Sliding over the curve of it. Sliding his hand up his back on his upwards caress got the black-haired man squirming against him. He swore he could feel the other man's heartbeat with how tightly their chests pressed together. It had his heart jumping in his chest wildly with his husband humming quietly in response. Lips sliding against his in eager kisses that he returned without a second thought. Returning to his husband with that firm press to get the black-haired man sighing out sharply.

Fingers twisting briefly into the fabric of his dress before sliding along his sides again. Hands moving up high as they could reach along his sides before sliding down to his waist, where they slid along it. Tracing the shape of it. He was more than delighted to welcome the touch of those hands on his sides. Tingles raced beneath his skin that flashed with a breathtaking burst of heat. Running over the surface of his skin, but God if it didn't have his cheeks flushing.

If it didn't have his heart stumbling over its beats in his chest. It had him twisting himself impossibly close to his husband, who let out another of those quiet hums at him as if he were pleased. As if the action was something he'd been looking for from him and he adored that thought. That he was doing something right. He slid his lips against his husband's who returned his eagerness. The excitement that was bubbling into the kiss left him to shift his weight from foot to foot.

Trailing his fingers along the center of his husband's back had it arching with their chests pressing tightly together with hands squeezing at his waist. It had him squirming when those hands swept up his sides with the fabric of his dress bunching up slightly before smoothing out. The black-haired man letting out another breath when he slid his hand down the center of his back. Following along his spine as his back arched again with a push against him that had him wobbling on his feet slightly.

He shifted at that wobble but he kept his footing. It was like his husband was trying to crawl under his skin. Lips slid fervently against his with kisses that sparked with excitement and eagerness. As if it had been months since he touched the black-haired man, when in reality it had only been a few days. He loves it when his husband is eager for this. When it was blatantly clear just how excited or eager his husband was when it came to sex. A bit impatient.

It's what he loves the most about kissing his husband. About having sex with Shouta. That spark of impatience that always came when he was waiting for him to fuck him with his fingers. Or when he was slipping and sliding slickly over his hole that twitched beneath him as whines spilled out of the black-haired man. It might irritate others to have such an eager, impatient lover but he fucking loves it. There's nothing he loves more than when his husband's impatience shone through to the surface in moments like these.

All it did was reassure him that his husband wanted him just as badly as he wanted him. It had his dick twitching at the thought curiously with his husband's hands sliding along his sides. Tingles consistently pooled into his stomach, where that ache twisted sharply causing his thighs to press together. To rub slightly to try and soothe the ache twisting into his crotch. His dick gave another curious twitch when he tugged at those black curls coaxing his head to tilt back further.

Loving the low, quiet sound it earned him from his husband as he pressed his lips harder to Shouta's when hands tugged eagerly at his dress. Fisting at it again, but he didn't mind it one bit as he pressed his lips hard to Shouta's. Using that quick speed of theirs, allowing for that deafening smack to ring out above the soft music he had playing over the speaker. A sharp smack that had his toes curling in his shoes slightly with the black-haired man holding onto his dress delightedly.

Fingers twisting into the fabric of it. Squeezing before hands were sliding up his sides in a sweeping caress, smoothing out the rumpled fabric. He adores it. Loves this man to bits. He crushed his lips to Shouta's with hands sliding along his sides only to come down to caress his waist in a sweeping caress. Squeezing at it while his hand tightened its hold on black curls while his other hand swept down his back.

Rubbing up and down to get his husband squirming against him with breaths trembling lightly over his cheek before trying to take deeper breaths. To calm himself, no doubt. But he didn't mind it one bit as the warmth of his breaths fanned over his hot cheek as lips moved with his. Kissing him with that same strength that he absolutely adored; a fervent desire beginning to pop its head into the kiss much to his delight. He poured his own desire into the kiss with his hand tugging at black curls again.

Earning himself another of those low groans from his husband. A breathless sound with lips sliding fervently, eagerly, against his own, which he returned in kind. He knew they'd have to break away. He knew he'd have to cut off the kisses being given in order to grab the lube and condom. But fuck, if it wasn't so easy to just stay right here. With his knees pressing to the bed on either side of the corner with his feet planted apart securely.

Hands sliding along his sides to get his skin tingling with those flickers of heat running along the underside of his skin. Flickers that had him breathless as he kissed his husband with that eager desire. A desire that bled in like an undercurrent that he was desperate to return to his husband, who merely arched into his arms. Chests pressed tightly together with hands clutching at his waist with squeezes that had tingles racing beneath his skin.

It had him squirming eagerly with his hand sliding down to rub over the curve of his husband's ass. Rubbing over it again and again when he got a low sound from his husband with lips crushing themselves to his. Hard, fervent kisses were being given with that sharp smack ringing out as he rubbed his hand over Shouta's ass. God, does he love how it filled up his hands. How it fit perfectly into them without him needing to try. It was so much better than his own, but Shouta always denied it.

He didn't understand what about his ass his husband liked so much, but he wouldn't argue on who's ass was better. There was no point for it. Rubbing his hand over the curve of it again, he then squeezed fiercely at a cheek earning himself a whine from his husband. A hard squeeze when hands squeezed at his sides with nails dragging over the fabric of his dress leaving aching lines behind. A throbbing on his skin that had him squirming when his dick twitched again with interest at the blunt lines being dragged onto his skin.

It was different to be clawed at through the fabric of his dress but God if he didn't adore it. If he didn't find it absolutely amazing. Twisting to push forward slightly at his husband, he tugged at those black curls sharply earning himself a low moan from his husband as hands slid along his waist. He slid his hand over his ass, then slid his hand up Shouta's back earning himself a shudder. A squirm from the black-haired man in his arm when he trailed his fingers along the center of his back.

Loving the squirms it got him breathless, low sound leaving his husband that sent shivers racing over him. Had his stomach fluttering excitedly with his dick twitching in response to that burst of excitement as he trailed his fingers up and down along the center of his back. It had the black-haired man squirming eagerly against him with hard kisses being traded back and forth with that sharp smack. The desire bubbling into the kiss was unavoidable; it was painfully evident, and he adored it.

Returning that desire to his husband with that passion sparking through, he had his own breaths trembling faintly with hitches as he squeezed at his fistful of hair. Hoping it created the taut pull on his scalp that always drove him crazy when Shouta did it to him. He happily crushed his lips to Shouta's in passionate kisses that had the black-haired man whining at him with hands clutching at his waist. His sides. Touching him as if he were desperate to rid him of the dress had his stomach fluttering.

He loved the idea that his husband wanted to touch him. That the black-haired man wanted to be skin to skin as badly as he wanted too. He wasn't going to rid himself of his dress; it was going to be hot. He was going to break a sweat. But he didn't care. Oh, he doesn't care if he ends up a sweaty mess and this dress has to be washed. He had offered up to fuck his husband in his heels and dress and goddammit, he was going to do it. Nothing was going to stop him.

He swore it. After all, even if he didn't wear makeup, he knew that his husband was going to go wild for him. He always did; the few times he fucked his husband in a dress, the black-haired man had been enthusiastic. Delighted. Over the top excited about the nights events. Tonight was going to be no different, and he swore it wasn't. If anything, there was a tickle of excitement to himself at the idea of fucking his husband in his dress and heels. In having sex dressed up as he was.

It had his hands tightening on his hair and waist, which got him a breathless whine from his husband, who squirmed in his arms. Pressing up against him tightly with his hands clutching at his waist for him to come closer. His dick twitched in a frantic volley with his hands holding onto this husband's waist. His hair. He wanted to crawl under Shouta's skin. To be so close that there was no chance of being closer, but he knew it wasn't possible. And so, he merely held the black-haired man all the tighter.

Loving the breath that rushed over his cheek in a fast exhale with hands squeezing at his sides. He knew his husband loved nothing more than to squeeze him tighter; to hold him so tight he left marks behind. Faint finger marks that his husband always seemed to be over the moon about. He loved to hold Shouta tightly during sex. After all, nothing seemed to please the black-haired man more than when he did it like that. To hold his husband tightly during sex was a pleasure of his own.

When he held Shouta so tightly it had him howling out beneath him with hips jumping wildly to meet his pounding thrusts. Shouta loves it and there's nothing he loves more than that. It had his heart jumping in his chest as he slid his lips against his husband's with that fervent desire. A passion that smoldered into the kiss like nothing else as he traced his finger along the center of his husband's back to get him squirming. Twisting in his arms eagerly as he rubbed his fingers up and down along the center of it.

Tracing the shape of his spine while his back seemed to arch impossibly with hands squeezing at his sides to send tingles pooling into his stomach. It had him shuddering with toes curling slightly in his shoes while his husband twisted himself impossibly close to him in his arms. Holding onto his waist while his knees dug into the bed causing it to dip slightly. He kissed his husband with the hunger he could feel flickering into the kiss which had Shouta whining at him.

A sound filled with such happiness it had his heart skipping wildly. His stomach fluttering with the tingles pooling consistently into it with heat flashing beneath his skin idly with lips crushing themselves against his. Full, plush lips that had him melting forward against his squirming husband who kissed him passionately. With such desire it had rendered him utterly breathless as he returned that desire with his own. His passion to meet Shouta's.

The sharp smack of their moving lips rang out over the softly playing music. Like a shot of sound that sent shivers down his back. He began to work his hand out of his husband's hair gently with curls tightening around his fingers. Once his hand was free, he rubbed his other hand over the curve of his husband's ass. Bringing it up to slide along his waist. Pulling back from those passionate, desire filled kisses, his husband whined and chased after him.

Lips coming down on his once, twice, three times more with an eager fourth press that damn near deepened. He wanted to kiss him all night long, but he had to get him ready. He wanted to keep those lips on his. To kiss Shouta until he was damn near swooning, but he had other plans in mind. After all, his husband was always eager for kisses while they were having sex so it wouldn't be too long. Soon enough he'd have those plush full lips against his.

Sliding his hands along his husband's waist, he grabbed the hem of his shirt where he bunched the fabric up into his hands before lifting his hands up. His husband shuffled backwards slightly so he was no longer straddling the corner like himself and lifted his arms up. He happily lifted his shirt up as he let his gaze flick over his stomach where that happy trail ran along the lower half of his stomach. Disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

Admiring the broad expanse of his chest with its wild dark curls covering it as nipples began to perk up slightly. Hardening from excitement? Arousal? It was so easy to imagine it being both as he tugged his sweater up towards his head. Cutting off the view of that red face, he worked to get his sweater up while arms slid out of the sleeves quickly with black locks slipping through the neckline to dangle. Brushing his shoulders. He got his sweater up and tossed off to the side with his husband's hair falling in a heap.

Wild curls brushing against those red cheeks with full lips parting slightly. He slid his hands over his husband's shoulders to his upper arms where he squeezed gently at him. He then slid his hands to his chest to sweep them down to his stomach that jumped and trembled beneath his hands as he then flicked his fingers playfully at his waistband. Flipping it away from his skin then letting it snap back before he sank his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pants.

Tugging them down when he caught the quiet catch to his husband's breaths. And the black-haired man's hands were tapping gently at the backs of his to coax his hands away now that he understood what he wanted. He slid his hands away then began to rush around the bed with his dress swirling around his knees. The quiet sound of his heeled shoes on the carpeted floor ringing out. He glanced over to find his husband working his pants and boxers down to his thighs before rolling back to sit on his ass.

And God, it was cliché, but his mouth watered at the sight of his dick; flaccid but it looked so thick. Full against his thighs. Admiring the happy trail that ran down the lower half of his stomach from his navel to his pelvis where those black curls stood about chaotically. Wildly. Curls he loved to bury his nose in. He tore his gaze away from his husband as he came to a stop before the bedside table. Tugging it open, his fingers touched the wipes which he tossed onto the bed then reached back in for the lube.

For the box of condoms which he tugged the chain out and tore a condom off the end with a deafening rip sound. He then tossed the condoms back into the drawer and snapped it shut. There was a thud on the floor that had him looking up as he began to make his way around the bed when he noted his husband's prosthetic leg had fallen to the floor. The black-haired man didn't seem to mind. If anything, the sight of his naked husband was utterly glorious.

There was no one more beautiful than the man laying back on his hands. Looking at him expectantly before that Adam's Apple was swallowing as he rolled over with his hips lifting upwards as his chest hit the bed causing it to bounce. Ready for him to do it. It had his fingers itching as he made his way around the bed with his heels making muted thuds off of the carpeted floor as he made his way to his waiting husband. His back fluttering with quick breaths of anticipation.

He placed the condom down on the bed and balanced the lube on his lower back. He then rubbed his hands over the curve of his husband's ass; squeezing at his cheeks hard. Loving the low moan, it got him in response with his hard squeezes as he kneaded at the black-haired man delightedly as goosebumps rose over his husband's skin. Unmissable. It had him shuddering himself as his thighs pressed together tightly at the volley of twitches his dick gave.

Aching at the sight of his husband's dick hanging between his spread thighs that twitched at him. He squirmed slightly when he watched that dick twitch again in a volley with his husband leaning his hips back slightly when he swallowed. His hands rubbing at his husband's ass with firm squeezes being given when he leaned forward to kiss at the top of his husband's ass as he slid his hands down to caress his thighs. Loving how his husband arched back towards him as he crawled his lips up to his lower back.

Rubbing at his thighs that trembled lightly beneath his hands. Kissing around the lube that balanced on his lower back, he happily leaned down to kiss him on his cheek. He planned on eating him out at some point tonight but to tease? To kiss and nip at that cheek to get his husband shuddering? Well, it was all too worth it to him. It had him squeezing at those trembling thighs before straightening up with a parting kiss to his left cheek.

He grabbed the lube from his husband's lower back and clawed the cap open with a cheerful crack. He loved how his husband's hips arched backwards with his dick twitching between his spread thighs. Fuck, it was hot. So unbelievably hot. Squeezing a line of lube onto his fingers, he placed the lube down onto the bed then got to work on spreading the lube over his fingers. The light squelch of his hands moving together had his husband squirming on the bed.

Whining at him quietly with hips arching back when he pulled his hands apart with fingers shimmering in the light above them. He reached out to grab at his left cheek and tugged him apart causing his hole to stretch slightly. It had him groaning at the sight when the black-haired man whined again with a stronger, louder volume much to his delight. He lifted his hand up with shimmering fingers pressing against his husband and he began to rub.

A slick up and down rub that had his husband whining as toes curled tightly when he watched Shouta bury his face into the blanket. Sliding his fingers up and down, up and down, in a petting rub had the black-haired man shuddering. Had him squirming with his left foot wriggling against his thigh as he hummed softly. Squeezing at the cheek he held in his hand, his fingers slipped slickly over his husband when he traded out his up and down rub for slow circles.

Something that his husband loves. He knew it from experience that his husband loves it. Rolling in slick, firm circles had Shouta groaning out with enough volume to get his dick twitching in a volley; a shot of heat under his skin. Biting his lip, he groaned lowly in his throat when his husband's hole twitched beneath his fingers. A spasm of muscles that had his fingers pressing harder against him. Slow, rolling circles with that light squelch ringing out had his husband groaning back at him.

Fingers twisting into the blanket. Holding onto to it. Black curls spread over their dark comforter with hips angled back precariously with knees digging into the bed. His back arched slightly. He swore his husband had never looked more beautiful. Slow, firm circles over his husband had his hole twitching again beneath his fingers. A cheerful twitch. Excited. He tugged on his cheek causing his hole to stretch slightly beneath his fingers as he rolled his fingers to trace the rim.

Loving how his husband moaned into the blankets with his dick twitching in a volley between his spread thighs. He was awed at the sight of a drip landing onto their blanket. A drop of pre-come that was followed by another. And another. He groaned with his husband groaning back at him when he then lifted his fingers up to roll the tips of them over the rim of his hole. Twitching again when he lifted his middle finger away with the tip of his index rolling over the rim of his hole.

And then, thanks to that slight stretch, he pushed at his husband with his finger sinking in quickly. Effortlessly. He adored the sight of his finger sinking into the black-haired man's twitching hole with low moans leaving the both of them. His dick twitched with his thighs rubbing together subconsciously but he couldn't tear his gaze away. The sight of his hole stretching around his finger was mesmerizing. Hell, he'd dare to say his hole looked pink in the lighting of their bedroom.

He knew it was an effect of the lighting. Of the lube shimmering over his skin but it just made it hot. He slid his finger into the heat of his husband that clamped down tightly around his finger tearing another low moan out of him. He rubbed the pad of his finger over that trembling inner wall; slow, firm circles into the velvety wall. Hot, hot, hot. God, his husband was so hot around his finger. Squeezing tightly.

It had him groaning lowly with his husband whimpering shrilly at him with that needy edge that had him fidgeting. Rolling circles into his inner wall that clamped down tightly around his finger tightly. As if it were trying to break off his finger to keep it inside of him like it would with a plug or toy. It had him squirming when he pulled his finger away from its circles to tug back slightly then thrusting forward. A shallow thrust that rang out with a slick squelch which had Shouta whimpering at him again.

A desperate, eager sound that had his dick twitching in a volley with drops of pre-come soaking into his panties. Oh, he knew his husband was going to go wild when he lifted his skirt up. He was nothing if not thorough when he was cross dressing and he couldn't deny he likes his sets of panties. Oh, they were so thin and so breathable but hugged him good. He twitched at the drops of pre-come leaving his twitching dick as his eyes remained locked on his finger thrusting shallowly into his husband.

Slick thrusts that had the black-haired man moaning into the blankets. And much to his awe, he watched as his husband began to harden. His twitching dick hanging between his thighs stiffening up as the blood flowed down to it. It had him moaning at his husband as he continued with his quick, shallow thrusts into that twitching hole. Inner walls clamped down tightly around his finger that slipped effortlessly in and out with that light squelching ringing out rhythmically.

Shallow thrusts that had his husband moaning, whimpering, and he was more than happy when he felt a gush of his own. A rush down to his aching dick that was twitching frantically. Dripping into his underwear shamelessly as his hips squirmed side to side with a sharp inhale. It ached. The blood gushing through his veins. His crotch. Everything ached but he was so damn excited that he couldn't stop himself from tugging at the cheek he held in his hand.

Causing his hole to stretch slightly around him. His thrusts coming quickly with his husband whimpering out with hips twitching back to meet the thrusts of his finger. He loved how his husband twisted and squirmed. Whined and whimpered. Heat swelled under his skin with an intensity that sizzled right down to his veins. Causing his blood to boil as it drained into his crotch where his dick gave a volley of twitches before it began to stiffen.

Groaning to himself as he eagerly thrusted his finger into his husband's twitching hole that clenched so damn tightly around his finger. As if he was really intending on snapping his finger off to keep inside of him. It was a strange thought but one he adored, nonetheless. He thrusted his finger into Shouta who arched his hips back shamelessly with his back arching slightly to press his chest down to the bed. Breathless, airy gasps being taken intermittently between his whines and whimpers.

His muffled moans and groans into the blanket. He thrusted his finger quickly into his husband who moved his hips to meet his thrusts quickly as he could. Shallow thrusts backwards that had his toes curling in his shoes as he watched his finger slipping in and out, in and out, in and out. It was hot. Watching the rim of his hole twitch around his finger as if he wanted more from him. And he was more than willing to give him more. Bringing his middle finger close to his thrusting index.

His husband whimpered when he rubbed the tip of his finger against the rim of his hole teasingly. Loving how the black-haired man arched back shamelessly with a huff leaving the man. God if it didn't make his crotch ache. His erection filling out as it strained effortlessly against his underwear. Drops of pre-come soaking into the thin fabric as he rubbed the tip of his finger against the rim of his hole. And he began to push at him; a subtle push as he stilled the thrusts of his index finger to do so.

Tugging at his cheek causing his hole to stretch slightly allowing for that give. Before either of them knew it, his middle finger was sinking in alongside his index finger. It had his husband moaning out with such delight it had heat snapping under his skin. A burst that had him utterly breathless with his husband's hips rolling back as he rolled circles into his inner wall. Loving how he moaned at him like that. God, it was such a wanton sound that it had him fidgeting with a groan as he rubbed at his inner wall.

They trembled and squeezed tightly around his fingers with all the strength that they possessed much to his delight as heat soaked into his fingers. Fuck, he was so hot. So tight. It was all too easy to imagine how his husband would go wild when he flipped him on his back and lifted his skirt up. When he worked his panties down to his upper thighs. It'd be like a nice surprise; wearing a pair of his thin panties.

Shouta hadn't been in the room when he switched his boxers for them, and he knew it was going to drive his husband feral. Even if Shouta was the perfect power bottom, he understood that his cross dressing and casual make-up turned his husband on like nothing else. It had him shuddering with his fingers clutching at the cheek he held in his hand. Moving his fingers moving to roll circles into the black-haired man's inner walls while muscles clenched and spasmed.

Squeezing for all their worth around his fingers as he kneaded at the cheek in his hand. Admiring the sight of his husband's hole spread around both of his fingers in a stretch that had to be damn good. He rubbed at that velvety inner wall giddily with his husband's hips rocking backwards against his hand shallowly with a moan spilling out of the man. It had him shuddering with his fingers rolling quickly with circles into that inner wall delightedly with his husband whining breathlessly.

Impatiently. God, does he love that impatience. It was hotter than anything. In response, he swallowed then spread his fingers out; admiring the way his hole gaped around his fingers. Oh, it was hotter than anything watching those inner walls spasm with the attempt to bring his fingers back together. A moan breaking out of his husband ringing out in the quiet as he stretched his fingers out again. And again. Again, again, again with the black-haired man moaning at him.

A squirm of his hips and foot against his thigh. It had him breathless watching with each spread of his fingers how his husband's hole gaped around his fingers. It had him greedy at the sight. Eager to do it again, again, again. His fingers stretched out again and again as he watched that twitching hole gape around his trembling fingers. His breaths racing quickly with a tremble while his husband writhed with his foot squirming against his thighs.

He spread his fingers out again feeling the resistance of those muscles when he brought his fingers together to thrust into his husband. A slick squelch ringing out with that sharp thrust which got his husband moaning at him when he pulled his fingers back then thrusted them back into his husband again. And again. Again, again, again. Loving the way that he twisted and squirmed beneath him with muffled moans spilling out of the black-haired man. Groans. Whines. Whimpers.

It was all muffled into the blanket but God if he didn't love the sound of it. If it didn't get that heat twisting beneath his skin as his erection strained against his panties effortlessly with a twitch as a drop of pre-come soaked into them. The fabric so damn damp as it clung to the head of his dick as he thrusted his fingers sharply into his husband with that slick squelching ringing out. Thrusting his fingers quickly into his husband who moaned and writhed with thighs trembling and tensing.

He admired the arch of his husband's back as he continued with those shallow, sharp thrusts with that hole having the audacity to twitch around his fingers. He spread his fingers out again, again, again with his husband whimpering wantonly at him with hips jutting back. Fuck, it was by far the hottest fucking sight in the world. It would never fail to awe him at how beautiful Shouta was. How sexy he was in moments like these.

When he was fucking the man with his fingers eagerly watching him twist and squirm with that same eagerness. Shared. Holding his fingers in an outwards spread, he then brought them together to thrust into his husband. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Spreading, spreading, spreading. It had his husband writhing on the bed when he noted the drips of pre-come landing on the blanket beneath him. What a mess he was making.

They'd have to change the sheets tonight, but he didn't mind whatsoever. He thrusted his fingers into his husband giddily with that slick squelch ringing out as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against the velvety inner wall of his. So soft. So tight. Hot. God, he wasn't inside of him yet but fuck if he wasn't impatient for it. He kept up his rhythm of thrusting his fingers sharply three times then spreading his fingers. Thrust, thrust, thrust , spread.

His husband moaned deafeningly at him with thighs trembling with his hips jutting backwards eagerly. He was giddy, eager, for another thrust of his fingers into that twitching hole. Fuck him, there was nothing sexier than his husband laying out willingly for him. Willing to let himself get fucked with his fingers. He began to lengthen his thrusts when he stretched deep within his husband where his fingers rubbed over that soft, rubbery spot inside of him.

It had the black-haired man jolting with a shrill cry flying out of him as his head was thrown back. It had him giddily grinding his fingers into his husband's prostate causing him to jolt again and jerk with his mouth dropping open as black lashes fluttered on red cheeks. Brows squeezing together from the angle he caught and God, he looked so helpless. As if he were a victim to the pleasure of his grinding fingers as he rolled tight circles into his husband's prostate.

Tight circles that had inner walls clamping down viciously around his fingers as his husband squirmed. Twisted. So, so restless as he bucked his hips backwards against his hand with another cry leaving the black-haired man as he rolled his fingers tightly. Circles that had hips shaking before rolling back in shallow circles that mimicked his fingers. It was hot. So, so hot. He kept up tight circles into his husband's prostate viciously before spreading his fingers out within him earning him a snapping moan.

Guttural. It had him groaning when inner walls trembled with the attempt to bring them together. He shuddered with his fingers pushing out again, again, again then coming together to grind into that soft spot inside of his husband. Mesmerized by the way his body jerked and jolted. How he arched and squirmed. How his fingers twisted into the the blankets. How his head tilted back with racing pants being taken as he rolled circles into his prostate. God, there was nothing hotter than it.

He pulled his fingers away from that spot to thrust his fingers into him with a rub over the spot. Again. And again. Again, again, again making his husband wail with hips jerking back eagerly as he thrusted deeply into him with that slick squelch ringing out. Spreading, spreading, spreading his fingers the best that he could when he could. Spreading his fingers relentlessly while Shouta dripped onto the blankets with his hips shaking slightly with racing breaths of anticipation.

Fuck, he could stand here all night and fuck his husband with his fingers until he was coming all over himself. But that's not what he wanted. Pushing at those trembling inner walls with little resistance, he then tugged his fingers out of his husband with a vulgar squelch as inner walls tried clenching. Tried to keep them inside of him. There was nothing he could to do so but he let go of his husband's cheek to reach over and grab the condom on the bed.

Lifting it up to hold between his teeth, he grabbed at his husband's waist and flipped him. The bed bouncing beneath Shouta's weight as his back hit it with those mismatched eyes burned up at him. Hips canting up to show off that dripping erection of his. Harder than anything. Oh, it had him groaning at the sight of that twitching, dripping erection that smeared pre-come onto his stomach with the head flushed a soft red. Hips thrusting up with thighs spreading wide as Shouta's hands reached down to grab at his cheeks.

Spreading himself open for him with the heel of his left foot threatening to slip off the edge of the bed as it dipped beneath the hard press of it. Fuck him, he was beautiful. Reaching down, he lifted the skirt of his dress up with his husband's breaths racing in anticipation. Groaning when he then curled his fingers into the thin waistband of his panties. He glanced down to find a rather sizeable wet patch on the thin fabric from the pre-come dripping out of him shamelessly.

A translucent pink that damn nearly blended in with his skin. The way his erection strained effortlessly against that thin fabric. He damn near groaned himself when he tugged his panties down out of the way with his erection springing up against his stomach with his husband squirming. His lips parting when he caught the darting glance of his tongue as Shouta licked his lips. Like he was a meal he intended on devouring. It had him shuddering when he reached for the lube.

Squeezing a dollop out that he rubbed over his piercings with the tube being dropped to the floor. Forgotten. He rolled his fingers over his studs before reaching up to hold the packet as he tore into the wrapper. Spitting out a strip, he then reached in for the dripping rubber ring while his husband squirmed. He made quick work of holding his dress out of the way as he rolled the condom over the head of his erection. Down the rest of it over the piercings carefully until he tugged it to the base.

He then leaned forward with his hips arching forward to slip between those spread cheeks. Rubbing himself against that twitching hole with his husband groaning up at him in that pleading pitch. He wanted to rub. To tease just a little more. He rubbed himself against his husband with that slick slide with his breath trembling. He planted a hand onto the bed with hips jiggling then grinding down against him. Moving with him when he felt hands shifting to no doubt tug tighter at himself.

Rubbing himself to the black-haired man's twitching hole was a pleasure like nothing else. To tease just a little bit was all he wanted. He tugged his hips back, his skirt bunched up between them when he grabbed at his erection and angled his hips to press the head of it against his husband's twitching hole. Loving how the man gasped slightly with racing breaths being taken when he leaned down to kiss at his husband's chest.

Soft, pecking kisses that had the man twisting eagerly when he trailed his lips over to a nipple. Using the tip of his tongue to trace the rim of his areola before flicking at his hardened nipple. Loving the whimper from his husband who arched his chest upwards as he ground the head of his erection against his hole. Pushing forward when he felt his husband shifting to press back against him. He lapped his tongue over his nipple and areola, pressing forward against his husband.

Nudging, nudging, nudging at him insistently when there was a give. A slick, sleek give that had him sinking into his husband who gasped in a breath only for it to fly out on a keening moan. Hands lifting away from his cheeks with arms curling around his shoulders instead. He couldn't stop himself from groaning into his husband's chest as he lapped his tongue over his nipple again. Giving a purposeful rub of his piercing against the hardened thing.

Lapping over it again and again with his piercing rubbing over it when he continued to sink into his husband. Hot. Tight. God, he'd done his best to prepare him, but he was still so tight. So hot it was melting him to his damn core the further he slipped into him. Inch by inch he sank into Shouta who squirmed and clung onto him with a hand cupping the back of his head with fingers twisting into his hair when he bottomed out.

A light slap of his pelvis hitting Shouta's ass where inner walls spasmed before clenching hard around him. A squeeze that had him moaning when he scraped his teeth over his husband's areola then closed his mouth around it. Sucking his nipple into his mouth where he nibbled at it before swirling his tongue around it. It had the hand on the back of his head pushing lightly at him when he lifted his hand up to toy with that other nipple.

Flicking his thumb over the hardened thing with his husband's chest arching up against his mouth. His hand. He was more than delighted to toy with his chest all night long if it got his husband off. If anything, he was somewhat hot himself. Fucking his husband in heels? In a pretty dress that would need to be washed? It was pretty fucking hot. And even if this was his husband's thing, he could happily see himself stepping on this man with his heels. He'd do it tonight.

Leave this man bridled with red spots from his heels. But fucking him first in them? Well, he'd dare say he found the heat in this. He ground his hips forward against his husband urgently with the black-haired man squirming beneath him with hips jumping to grind against his pelvis. Tight circles that had him shuddering when inner walls clenched tightly around him again. Fuck, he loves this. He can't get enough of this man. He'd always want him. Always need him so badly it was an acute pain.

He would always want this. To fuck his husband like they were nothing more than horny young adults? Just like they used to in their apartment? They'd fucked like rabbits back then when they found their groove and he was happy to say it had hardly changed. Here he was at thirty-three years old, and he was fucking his husband like he was desperate. Fucking him damn near nightly like he needed too. It had him shuddering as he suckled at his husband's nipple.

Teeth biting down gently on it while his fingers pinched his other nipple. Earning himself a keening whimper from his husband who squirmed and twisted beneath him with hips grinding frantically. He adored it. Loves to feel his husband moving with him and it had his blood blistering through his veins like molten lava. He was so hot over this man. Over a simple night of passion with him. Nibbling on his husband's nipple, he bit down sharply then sucked on the hardened thing to soothe the pain of such a bite.

Shouta whimpered at him with the hand on the back of his head pushing harder at him as he suckled at his nipple before widening his mouth to roll the tip of his tongue over his areola as he suckled at him fervently. Digging his teeth into the rim of his areola while bringing his fingers together to pinch his husband's left nipple. Hips grinding tightly together with squirms and twists being given by the both of them with hands holding on tightly to him.

Clinging to him. Grinding together frantically with inner walls clenching tightly around him, he felt his husband's right thigh press to his waist. Curling around him. It felt odd not to have a foot pressing to his lower back but he'd long since gotten used to it. That thigh was so strong around his waist as it held him close when that left foot slipped off the edge of the bed with a grunt leaving his husband. His leg then curled up to wrap around his waist with hips then stilling from their grind to pull away.

Hips sliding back then snapping up to hit against his pelvis in a shallow thrust that had the both of them moaning in unison as he tugged at his husband's nipple with his teeth. Tugging in unison with his fingers on his left nipple before popping off of his right. Flicking his tongue against his nipple, he pressed his tongue to his husband's areola. He licked his way across the center of his chest over to his left nipple while he planted his hand to the bed then lifted up the other.

Touching his husband's wet nipple. Swirling his thumb around it when he traced the rim of his left areola with the tip of his tongue then flicking at that hardened nipple. Lapping his tongue over it with a purposeful rub of his piercing over it to get his husband squirming. He pinched gently at that wet nipple when hips were tugging away then snapping forward to hit against his pelvis with a slick squelch ringing out.

Inner walls clenching tightly around him for all their damn work when his husband tugged his hips back then snapped forward again. And again. Again, again, again. Shallow, awkward thrusts being given as Shouta moved his hips with shaking pants being taken above him with that hand pressing against the back of his head again. Twisting into his hair to hold him against his chest that arched up against his mouth and hand.

His husband twisted and squirmed beneath him while hips continued to move with those shallow thrusts that snapped against his pelvis. Letting his husband have the freedom to move as he want had him hotter than anything. He loves letting his husband set the rhythm; the mood of their fucking. And the urgent way those hips were moving? Thighs flexing around his waist? It was too easy to know what his husband wanted from him.

Hips continued to snap against his pelvis with snapping thrusts that had him moaning into his husband's chest encouragingly. He lapped his tongue over his nipple and areola again before closing his mouth around it. Swirling his tongue against his areola and nipple together before scraping his teeth his teeth over the surrounding skin. Sucking his husband's nipple into his mouth with his tongue moving to swirl around it. Rubbing his piercing to it while he tweaked and twisted that wet nipple between his fingers.

Tugging gently when Shouta whined at him in response as hips continued to move quickly. Snapping thrusts against his pelvis much to his delight as his hips twitched slightly. Not yet. Not yet, yet, yet. Let him set the pace. It was addicting the way those hips moved with hits against his pelvis with that squelch of the lube and condom rubbing together. His husband clenched so damn tight around him that he felt half out of his mind.

He let the black-haired man continue his back and forth rhythm. Fucking himself on his erection as that heel dug into his lower back slightly while his hand pushed against the back of his head. Holding him tightly to his chest as he flicked his tongue at that hardened nipple when he then nibbled at it. Loving how his husband squirmed beneath him with hips moving quickly with hits to his pelvis with that light slap of their skin meeting. Shuddering when his husband moved with urgency.

Eagerness. Moaning breathlessly above him with fingers twisting into his hair as he suckled at his hardened nipple. Tugging at that wet nipple before twisting just enough to get his husband whimpering up above him. Squirming with a stutter to his thrusts before he caught his rhythm once again with quick thrusts. Shallow. God, he can only imagine how good his husband had to be feeling as he tweaked at his wet nipple.

Rolling his thumb over it before pressing down firmly with tight circles over it that had his husband twisting beneath him. Thighs tightening around his waist with a huff flying out of the black-haired man when he then moved his thumb to rub over it. Coaxing it back to its hardened state while he suckled fervently at the nipple in his mouth. Rubbing his piercing over it then swirling his tongue around his nipple while he nibbled gently at him.

Loving how the black-haired man twisted beneath him with hips moving in a frenzy; back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Firm hits that had his hips twitching again with a huff flying out of his husband with fingers clutching at his hair. A taut pull on his scalp that had him twisting against his husband with inner walls clamping down tightly around him. Moving so fast, fast, fast with that tight squeeze had him moaning at his husband enthusiastically at him which got him an eager whimper from the man.

He tugged up at his nipple with his teeth before letting go of his nipple with a huff flying out of himself. He flicked his tongue at that hardened nipple causing the black-haired man to arch up as if to seek out his mouth again, but he merely kissed at that hardened nipple. Wet. Hot from his mouth. It had him crawling his lips up his husband's chest that fluttered with shallow, fast pants being taken with fingers twisting into his hair to tug.

Clutching at the locks like they were a lifeline. He crawled his lips up towards his throat to which Shouta pressed his head back to the bed allowing him. Kissing at his throat while hips continued to move. Continued to fly back and forth wildly much to his delight as his hips twitched again which got him another of those eager little sounds from him. Nipping at his husband's Adam's Apple, he kissed his way up his throat with soft kisses while hands clutched at him with nails dragging over his upper back.

It had him groaning at his husband when he kissed at that fluttering pulse point. Moving up to feather his lips along his jaw as he listened to the light slap of their skin meeting with those eager thrusts of his husband's. Fuck, he'd give anything to sit down on the bed and let this man ride him if he wanted but no. No, no, no he had better plans for tonight that didn't involve his husband riding him. His hips were twitching before he could stop it when his husband moaned at him pleadingly.

For what? For him to move? He kissed up to that hot cheek with his husband's chest arching up to press against his and God if he didn't wish that they were skin to skin. He let Shouta move his hips frantically back and forth with that rhythmic hit to his pelvis when he gave a shallow thrust. A buck of his hips that had Shouta moaning wantonly at him; needy. A desperate sound that sent shivers racing down his back with that heat burning insufferably.

God, he wanted to take this dress off. He wanted to be skin to skin with his husband. Thrusting again shallowly to meet a thrust of Shouta's had the man whimpering encouragingly at him to which he happily let his husband move once, twice, three times more. Then he thrusted forward to meet a thrust a bit clumsily, but he yanked his hips back eagerly then flew forward to meet his husband's thrust. Loving the crisp slap that rang out as his dress bunched up between them.

He'd no doubt that his husband was dripping onto his dress, and he just couldn't feel it yet. It was a thought that had him moaning into Shouta's cheek before moving down to kiss lightly at the corner of his mouth. Racing pants fanning over his cheek when he lifted himself up to crush his lips down against those full ones. Yanking his hips back giddily then snapping forward to meet his husband thrust for thrust with arms tightening around him to hold him close, close, close.

What did those wet nipples feel like rubbing against the fabric of his dress? To know his husband could claw at him all he wanted but it wouldn't leave marks? How did the rub of his dress feel against his feverish skin? He wanted to question his husband, but he was far happier crushing his lips to the black-haired man's. Hips moving together with those shallow, snapping thrusts being given as he followed along with the rhythm his husband used. The speed. The strength.

Loving how the black-haired man moved with him as they moved with the set rhythm Shouta had chosen for them both. Snapping his hips forward with that eagerness to meet his husband's thrusts the best that he could with the black-haired man moving with him. God, he loves to feel the black-haired man move with him. He adored it more than anything. He clung to the blankets as he leaned onto his hand while using the other to slide along a flexing thigh.

Squeezing at it causing the muscles to jump and quiver beneath his hand as he slid it along his husband's thigh in caresses that had him twisting. Squirming. He crushed his lips to his husband's with hard, passionate kisses that were returned to him without a second thought. Without a moment of hesitation. He loved feeling those full lips pressing harshly to his own with the sharp smack of their moving lips ringing out to mix in with the racing breaths taken through noses that fanned onto hot cheeks.

The squelch of the condom and lube rubbing together with each thrust into his husband that caused inner walls to clench tightly around him. The light slap of their skin meeting again and again. The moans and groans, the whines and whimpers, muffling themselves into the passionate kisses given to one another. Fuck, he could kiss this man for hours. Kiss him with the hunger he felt clawing beneath the surface of his feverish skin as he snapped his hips forward and yanked them back.

Lengthening his pull back which earned him a muffled, enthusiastic moan from his husband as he happily flew past the shallow depth, they had been using for something better. Something longer. Loving how his husband squirmed beneath him with thighs clenching and rubbing around his waist restlessly. It had him snapping his hips forward eagerly with the black-haired man moving with him as hips pulled back to mimic his pull back. It had him clutching at his husband's flexing thigh.

At the blanket that he had twisted around his fingers. He could fuck this man all night long and never gets enough. He could fuck him every damn day and it'd never be enough. He'd always find himself craving the next time that they got. The next moment when he was balls deep in this man who accepted it readily enough. A desire he knew was matched in his husband who clutched at his hair in a sharp, taut pull that had his scalp screaming at him.

His husband who moved with him with that shared eager desire to make the other feel good. To feel good together. With his new draw back, it resulted in long and sleek thrusts that had his husband moaning into the kiss with lips sliding against one another sharply. There was a desire there that had him absolutely melting into the black-haired man beneath him. Snapping his hips forward with sharp hits against Shouta had him moaning into the kiss.

The sharp, passionate kisses given had his lips tingling and buzzing from the hard press. He'd be damned if he pulled his lips back for a moment. He loves kissing his husband with such hunger as this. To feel it being returned to him. Knowing his husband was just as hungry for this as he was. Snapping his hips forward fast, fast, fast against his husband when he squeezed at that trembling thigh with the black-haired man squirming beneath him.

Hips jumping to meet his in the middle as they moved together beautifully. God, those long, sleek thrusts of his had the black-haired man absolutely moaning at him with such enthusiasm it had his stomach fluttering. Had his erection twitching which only had those velvety soft inner walls clamping around him. Ohhhh, it had him moaning at his husband with deafening volume as he slid his lips urgently against Shouta's which got him a moan back.

Fingers twisting into the fabric of his dress with a fistful being held to his palm while the others clutched at his hair. Fuck him, it was perfect. Snapping his hips back and forth with an increasing strength that was displayed by the black-haired man, he happily came forward faster. Harder. Listening to the clap of their skin meeting again and again with his panties digging into his thighs when they spread slightly.

His erection twitching with that light, erratic throbbing driving him insane as he dove into his husband again and again. Excited at the prospect of another moan. Another mewling whimper. Another touch. He wanted this man so damn much. It was like their first time all over again when he had first asked Shouta to make love with him. It was a desire that was fed into over the years but burned just as hot as that first time.

It had him shuddering with his toes curling in his shoes with that familiar ache beginning to attack his feet. Aching. It would become unbearable soon enough but until then he was determined to give his husband exactly what he needed from him. He was going to fuck this man until he was limp. Until he was shaking on the bed with the mewled plea of no more. He slammed forward against his husband which nudged him lightly from the slight movement behind him.

And fuck if that didn't have his husband moaning at him. If it didn't have fingers tugging at his hair sending a spark down his back tearing a whine out of himself. He crushed his lips to his husband with kisses that rang out with a sharp smack that was utterly deafening. Huffing through noses desperately as he slammed forward harder. Harder, harder, harder. He didn't need his husband to mewl out what he wanted from him but God if he didn't want to hear it.

Lengthening his draw back again with a new depth that had his husband writhing beneath him. Thighs tightening around his waist when he slid his hand from its place on the bed to curl beneath his husband's lower back. Keeping his hips arched upwards as they moved desperately to meet his thrusts. Fuck him, he swore that he'd never been hotter in all of his life. His hips slammed forward were mirrored by his husband's hips slamming themselves to hit against his pelvis hard.

Rocking him on his feet lightly. It had him moaning at the black-haired man who moaned back at him with hands tightening on his hair and dress. Clinging onto him with hips moving together to meet in the middle of each thrust given with the clap of their skin meeting again and again. He can only imagine how good the drag of his dress felt against his husband's erection. It had him shuddering just to imagine as he slammed himself fast, fast, fast into that clenching heat that felt so damn good.

So good! He was burning up. Whether it was because of the long sleeves on his dress or what, but he felt sweat pricking along his forehead. The back of his neck. Along his back. It might just be because of the dress itself but he didn't care one damn bit. All that mattered was the black-haired man that was twisting and squirming beneath him. Moaning with increasing volume that drove him crazy. He shuddered with his hand clutching at his thigh while the one curved beneath his husband clutched at his waist.

Hips moving frantically together with the smack of their moving lips filling the quiet; going along with the medley of other sounds. It was like shots of heat to his stomach that pooled with pleasure. A heavy heat like magma but he adored it, nonetheless. He clung to the black-haired man just as those hands clung onto him. Wanting to be closer, closer, closer but knowing there was no closer. That this was the closest he would ever get to his husband. That there was no closer.

It was a bit of a heartbreaking thought, but this was more than enough. To be inside his husband like this? To know his husband wanted him just as badly? Well, then that was a win in his book. Slamming forward with increasing strength and speed had the black-haired man moaning deafeningly into their kisses. He pulled his himself up to break their kisses when he lapped his tongue across his husband's lips. Loving the hitching breaths taken by the black-haired man before lips were parting for him.

He happily traced his tongue along his lower lip. Tracing the shape of it before sliding his tongue down to dip into his husband's mouth as his lips crushed against those full ones. He listened to the click of his piercing hitting off of teeth as he moved his tongue eagerly to meet his husband's. Touching then sliding against one another's in a rub with the tip of his tongue nudging at his piercing. God, he loves how his husband played with that piercing.

He'd done it since the beginning when his mothers paid for him to get it done after he got his braces off. He rubbed his tongue to Shouta's delightedly while that tongue swirled and nudged at his piercing playfully. A breathless, shaking hum leaving the black-haired man as his tongue then rubbed against his. The tip of his tongue nudging against his piercing again before swirling around it. And then that tongue was sliding against his in a rub that he returned eagerly with his piercing clicking off of teeth.

Deafening in the medley of sounds leaving the both of them. God, it was so slick. The sleek thrusts into his husband that threatened to have him slip out of his husband if he wasn't careful. Slamming forward eagerly with his husband moving with him with hands tightening their holds on his dress and hair. Tugging sharply sending another bolt of heat down his back at the sharp pull on his hair. Moaning into his husband's mouth shamelessly with hips slamming against his pelvis sharply with an increasing speed and strength.

Something that he was more than happy to give back to the black-haired man. Something that had him chanting to himself; to move faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder. To give his husband exactly what he needs and what he wants from him. It had him squirming with his thighs shaking while Shouta's rubbed restlessly against his waist. His foot digging into his lower back to jerk him forward faster that second, he was yanking his hips backwards.

It had him groaning with his husband moaning up at him as that hand yanked at his hair once again with a bolt racing down his back. Fuck him, this man was going to make him burst into flames. His world so easily could shrink. Crumple in on itself. His erection was throbbing erratically with twitches that had inner walls clamping down tightly around him tearing moans out of him. One right after another, he swore it.

He squirmed with his hips bucking wildly with the black-haired man moving with him to meet his frantic thrusts. Moaning up at him with another squeeze being given to his erection to get him writhing. Twisting above his husband who clutched him close. Fuck, he can only imagine the rub of his dress against his feverish skin. The way it rubbed against his erection. The black-haired man writhed beneath him eagerly with hands holding onto him. He could stay like this forever.

Let himself stay buried to the hilt inside of this squirming man. He could stay right here for the rest of his night. Could lose himself in fucking this man for hours at a time. Let himself be melted away into a puddle that was moldable for his husband to turn him into whatever he needed from him. It had him moaning at the thought when there was another hard yank on his hair that had him crying out into the kiss. His hips jumping frantically in a frenzy to slam against his husband hard, hard, hard.

Twisting his tongue against the black-haired man's which got him an eager squirm from his husband with hips moving along with his frenzied thrusts. A moan spilling out of the man in response as he swirled his tongue with Shouta's. Rubbing his tongue in a sleek slide against Shouta which was returned to him. Lips pressing hard against his with hands clutching fervently at him with that tongue rubbing against his. He loves French kisses with his husband.

They were by far his favorite kiss to have with him. He still remembered in their youth how awkward their first time had been, but they'd eventually found their footing. Figured it out slowly when Shouta was ready for it again. He undulated his tongue upwards to rub the bottom ball against the top of his tongue which earned him another moan from the black-haired man as his hips slammed forward. Frantic thrusts that were mirrored perfectly by his husband who slammed himself against his pelvis with that shared eagerness.

It had him shuddering with his husband squirming beneath him. Twisting. Writhing . He yanked his hips back then angled them slightly before slamming forward into him causing the black-haired man to jolt. To jerk away from the kiss with his head throwing itself back to the bed with a wail tearing out of the man. He happily kept that angle and slammed into his husband again, again, again, with hits to his prostate that had his husband jerking in his arms when he jerked back.

Yanking his husband up off of the bed up into his arms as legs tightened around his waist with a gasp being taken. Arms curled around his shoulders tightened desperately when he curled his arms his husband who squirmed when he then began to bounce the black-haired man on his erection that throbbed erratically. Wildly. Inner walls clamped down around him when it dared to twitch as he slammed himself into that clenching heat delightedly.

A huffing breath flying out of him as he trailed his lips along his husband's jaw. Loving how those black curls bounced in time with his movements as he moved his husband on him. Just like he would if they were in the shower. It had the black-haired man moaning at him with such enthusiasm it sent shivers racing over him when he grabbed at his ass. Squeezing harshly at it with another moan spilling out of his husband when he cried out at the hard squeeze of those inner walls.

Ohhhh, it was so good! So good, so good! He was burning up in his pretty dress which indeed had a soaked patch from his husband's dripping pre-come but he didn't care one damn bit. Not one. He could easily wash this dress tonight. He bounced his husband on him with black curls flying around his husband's shoulders as arms squeezed around his shoulders. Fingers yanking at his hair as he slammed his hips up to hit against his husband with each drop down. Fuck, that heat was making him melt.

It had sweat beading along his forehead when his husband threw his head back on another wail when he managed to hit his prostate. Keeping up the angle he had himself at, he slammed into him anew as the man jerked and jolted in his arms. His back arching causing their chests to press tightly together as he slammed into the clenching heat that was so fucking good. Oh, he was going to go insane before this was over. He was already hungry for another round, but he knew it was up to his husband.

But if he knew him well enough, he knew his husband would be throwing himself on the floor to welcome his heeled feet on his skin. To be covered in pock marks from the heels of his shoes. And he was more than willing to do that with Shouta; to do it too him. He shuddered with his hips slamming up into that clenching heat that squeezed him tighter, tighter, tighter with each thrust being given. Oh, oh, he could feel that fluttering in his stomach already.

A fluttering that had him groaning as he slammed himself faster, faster, faster into his husband who bounced wildly in his arms. Curls flying around his red face and shoulders beautifully with black brows squeezing together as his head raised upwards. Black lashes fluttering on red cheeks as sweat glistened lightly on his forehead. His mouth hanging open with kiss swollen lips shining damply at him from his lick earlier. He swore Shouta never looked more beautiful.

He slammed himself upwards into the black-haired man eagerly while curls bounced around his husband's shoulders rhythmically. The crisp slap of their skin meeting again, again, again, while his husband jerked in his arms with each hit to his prostate. Jolting. Jerking. He was twisting in his arms with squirms that had him holding on tighter to him to keep him from falling. Holding onto him fervently to squeeze him close as possible as he bounced him on his erection.

Arms tightened around his shoulders again with huffing pants flying out of the both of them. He felt a bead of sweat run down the side of his face as his hair swayed against his back when the black-haired man whimpered enthusiastically at him with fingers tightening their hold on his hair. Squeezing it tightly sending a spark down his back as he slammed up into that tight heat. God, he was squeezing him so fucking good! So good. He swore he could drool from the pleasure pooling into his stomach.

"Go-God, you feel so good! So-So goooood inside of me! Mmm! Nnn! Fi-Filling me up better tha-than any toy can! Ah! Ah! Ohhh, fuck me, Zashi! Fuck me, fuck me! I wa-want you so badly! Need you so fucking bad! Ah! Mmmf! Hnn! I wa-want you all the time! Fe-Feels so fucking good! Ah! Ohhh, I can't get 'nough of you! Oh! Ri-Right there! Stay ri-right there! Nnghnn! God, Zashi! Fu-Fuck me harder! Faster! Ah! Ah, ah, like that! Like that! Ohhh, please! Please, ke-keep goin' like that!"

God, the slurred wail of his husband's voice sent shivers racing down his back when he kissed at his jaw. His fluttering pulse point beneath it with huffing pants flying out of the both of them in unison when his husband tipped back slightly. "I'll fuck you all night, baby! All fu-fuckin' night! Mmmm! God, you ha-have any clue how good you feel 'round me? Any clue, baby? Ah! Fuck! Yes, yessss! Yo-You feel so perfect! So fu-ffffucking perfect! So hot! Tight! I can't ge-get enough of you either! Always want you! Need you!"

"Fu-Fuck me all night! Please! I wa-want you to step on me wi-with your heels! Want it to hurt so gooood!" Breathless. Gasping. It felt like his husband was trying to get himself off more than anything and it sent a shiver down his back at the idea. The mere thought that his husband needed just a bit of dirty talk to get him off as he pounded up into him with that sharp slap ringing out of their skin meeting. "Fu-Fuck! Oh! Ohhh, Zashi! Fu-Fuck me so good! I love you so-so fucking much!"

"I lo-love you too, baby! So much! I can't ge-get enough of you! Yo-You're all mine! My perfect boy to-to fuck all I want! So fucking tight! God, sque-squeeze me, baby! Squeeze- Like that! Oh, God, choke m-mmmmy fucking cock, baby! Ah! Nnnghnn! I'll fuck you un-until your legs are shaking! I'll fuck this tight little hole of yours 'til you feel swollen! Until yo-you can't take it anymore! I'll give you my-my cock again and again until you beg for no more! I'll make you cu-cum so hard!"

Shouta damn near mewled at him with arms squeezing around his shoulders as he held on. Trying to keep from being dropped, no doubt, as thighs also tightened around his waist. Clinging onto him desperately but he had no intentions of dropping his husband. Not now, not ever. He held onto his ass with fingers squeezing at his cheeks as he continued to lift and drop his husband on himself with his hips swinging upward.

Meeting the drops perfectly with the black-haired man squirming in his arms. Moaning with his head falling back as he leaned forward to pepper his throat in kisses. Nips. God, what he'd give to leave a few hickey's on that pretty throat of his. He bounced his husband quickly which had his arms straining but fuck, he didn't mind it one bit. He'd happily give his arms a workout if it made the both of them feel good.

His hips swung forward with that deafening slap of skin on skin ringing out as his dress remained bunched up between them. He can only imagine how hard his husband was. How his erection had to be aching. Was it throbbing like his was? Twitching? It had him squirming eagerly with a keening moan spilling out of himself as he slammed himself into the black-haired man. Pounding into him with a strength that bounced him up lightly in his arms much to his delight.

God, it was everything. He wants nothing more than to fuck this man all day and all night. To fuck him on his erection for hours more but he knew he had to give his husband something else tonight. He'd happily step on him with his heels. Jerk him off with the bottom of said shoe. Whatever his husband wanted from him he'd get. Clearly something tonight had his husband twisted up and easily excitable. He couldn't deny he loved to wear his high heel shoes, but his husband clearly loved it more.

Swinging his hips up to pound against his husband as he slammed him to his pelvis had the black-haired man moaning. Whining. Squirming in his arms when he felt the fingers in his hair letting go; working out of his hair with that arm sliding over his shoulder. Diving down between them through the fabric of the dress bunched up there. God if it didn't set him ablaze to watch that shoulder beginning to bounce rhythmically in time with his thrusts. Jerking himself off.

Oh, oh, it had him pounding up into him harder. Faster. Just like his husband wanted as he made sure to keep his angle to hit at his husband's prostate. It had him jerking and jolting in his arms with airy whimpers leaving the black-haired man. Squirming and twisting in his hold with his back arching as his arm jiggled with his face strokes. The light hit against his stomach told him everything he needed to know. God, it was hot.

He loved it when his husband was so lost in the moment, so lost in the heat, that he couldn't help but touch himself. Pounding at the black-haired man as he bounced him quickly in time to keep up with his thrusts had him moaning when inner walls clenched around him. Squeezing for all their damn worth around his throbbing erection sent a bolt of heat up his back that had him moaning deafeningly. Letting his own head fall back with hands clutching at his husband's ass.

Bouncing him fast, fast, fast while his hips swung in time to keep up. The arm remaining around his shoulder clutching tightly at him with fingers twisting into the fabric of his dress. A bead of sweat ran down his cheek as they throbbed lightly with the force of that blush. So hot, so hot, so hot. His world was shrinking. Bubbling down to moving hips and grabbing hands. A world where the heat was sizzling down to his veins where his blood boiled with the heat. He was so hot, so hot, so hot.

He didn't see relief save for taking his dress off and it was too late now. He panted raggedly with his hands clutching at his husband fervently with arms moving to bounce him. Pounding into that heat when it clenched tightly with inner walls trembling from the strength given causing him to cry out. A shrill burst leaving him as he jolted at the pleasure pooling into his stomach. Ohhh, his world was blazing. Hotter than anything and all that mattered was Shouta, Shouta, Shouta.

His beautiful, adorable, sexy Shouta. He could feel that fluttering in his stomach again causing him to whimper as it began to draw together. Growing tighter, tighter, tighter with each pounding thrust he gave his husband who was jerking himself off frantically with fingers clutching at his dress. Panting raggedly much like himself, he continued to pound himself into the black-haired man eagerly. Delightedly. Loving how those inner walls could clench so damn hard around him tearing a low, throaty moan out of him.

It had him squirming, twisting, with his ankles threatening to roll if he wasn't careful about it. He bounced his arms quickly with that slick squelching ringing out to punctuate each thrust. The lube and condom rubbing together deafeningly. He clutched at his husband fervently with hands holding onto the black-haired man who moaned delightedly at him. Ecstatically. God, it had his toes curling in his shoes at the sound of his husband's ecstasy and it had his hips pounding up.

Slamming his husband to his pelvis with moans spilling out of the both of them in unison. Trembling. God, that fluttering twisted into a hot coal in the pit of his stomach. Something that twisted tighter with each pounding thrust he gave as he moved his husband to bounce with him. He jerked his husband up and down frantically with his hips swinging with delight as he listened to the clap of their skin hitting together. His panties bunched around his thighs kept them from even thinking of spreading wider.

The end of his dress swaying over his ass rhythmically in time with his thrusts. Fingers tugged restlessly at his dress with a moan spilling out of his husband with such enthusiastic ecstasy it sent shivers down his back in response with his hands kneading slightly at his husband's ass. A snapping growl ripping out of him. Raising lower when his husband clenched tightly around him with a damn good squeeze that had his toes curling in his shoes.

He clutched at his husband fervently with that spark twisting tightly into his lower stomach like a spring ready to launch itself. It had his thighs shaking slightly as they flexed intermittently with his huffing pants being nowhere enough to soothe the ragged itch in his lungs. He clung to the black-haired man as he bounced him wildly with hips pounding up to meet the downwards slams of his husband's. The slick squelching ringing out deafeningly with each thrust.

The clap of their skin meeting again and again. The snapping moans and groans leaving the both of them. The breathless, airy whimpers and whines leaving his husband. All of it had him clawing higher, higher, higher up that breathtaking mountain. He knew his husband was close by the way he twisted and squirmed when he moaned out eagerly in anticipation. Just a little more, more, more. It had him lurching forward with a gasp when he flew forward with his feet threatening to slip out as they hit the bed together.

Pounding into his husband who writhed beneath him as he planted his feet firmly to the floor with the black-haired man wailing as he pounded into him. Hitting at his prostate perfectly as he buried his face into his husband's throat with a moan of his own tearing out of him. Hot, hot, hot. He was so hot. He was clawing higher towards the peak of that mountain. Growing closer, closer, closer when his husband gasped with his hand moving frantically between them.

His hand stroking to match his pounding thrusts. Growling into his husband's throat, he nipped sharply at the sensitive skin to get the black-haired man writhing beneath him with thighs rubbing restlessly against his waist. It had him squirming himself with hips jumping in frantic, pounding thrusts that had his husband crying out beneath him. So close. So damn close he could almost taste it. It had him writhing with his husband as he pounded into him harshly.

Hits that rang out with the sharp slap of their clammy skin meeting. Sweat ran down the side of his nose when he reached up to tug his glasses off to throw blindly onto the bed. He didn't care where they landed so long as they weren't on his face anymore. He pounded into his husband giddily with hard thrusts that nudged him lightly over the bed. The black-haired man squirming with hips moving to meet his thrusts the best that he could.

And God, those inner walls were clenching so tightly around him that the heat was soaking into him. A heat that had him eager to dive back into that clenching heat the second he pulled back. That voice in the back of his head howling for him to do so as fast as he possibly can. He was dancing on that edge; he was straddling the edge as he teetered up on that precipice. He was so close he was whimpering into his husband's throat, but he needed Shouta to come.

He kept his hips angled to hit his prostate when he felt his husband tensing beneath him slightly with sharp gasps being taken as his back arched. Thighs tensing around his waist with the heel of his foot jerking him forward again and again. The sharp slap of their skin was addicting. Encouraged him onwards; just like the slick squelches of his erection slipping in and out effortlessly. Inner walls clenching tightly around him as he pounded at that prostate the best that he could.

He gasped himself as his orgasm twisted into his stomach like a sharp coal; hot, hot, hot. And then his husband was falling. He was wailing out beneath him as his back arched with thighs tense as they trembled around his waist. Gasping. And it had him teetering right off that edge; he had no intents on holding off his orgasm. Not by a long shot. He pounded into his husband once, twice, three and a fourth time before he was grinding as he tumbled.

Fuck, fuck! His thighs tensing up shook much like his flexing stomach as his eyes rolled back on him as his eyes squeezed shut. Howling out into his husband's throat before pressing his mouth against his skin to muffle himself. Shaking, shaking, shaking. Tingles racing up his shaking thighs only to explode into his stomach with the most satisfying orgasm. Rushing white-hot waves slamming over him leaving him breathless. He stiffened against his shaking husband who gasped so prettily beneath him.

It had his heart thudding against his chest which only seemed to aid the fiery, white-hot waves rushing over him. It had him squirming desperately with his husband twisting beneath him. White-hot waves rushing over him leaving him absolutely breathless. Stiff. Shaking. It tore him apart from the inside out; an orgasm that rattled his bones. It was an orgasm meant to drive him insane with each pulse of his erection inside of his husband.

Feeling those inner walls throbbing around him as if to milk him of another spurt. Another short of come. It had him moaning in a broken pitch as he rocked his hips against his husband who whimpered shrilly at him. Hanging in that white-hot space for a moment. An hour. A day. A fucking eternity. It was so good, so good, so good. Too good, too good, too good. He was drowning under it but God if it didn't feel amazing. If it didn't feel agonizing.

Inner walls throbbing around him with squeezes that had him moaning as he rocked tightly against his husband who let out a rushing breath before slumping beneath him. Shaking exhale flying out of the man when he whimpered with that heat dragging beneath his skin as it began to make its way out of him. What felt like an eternity was in reality only mere minutes. That heat raked at him on its way out of him as he shook under the weight of it. From how good it was.

It had him shuddering with the black-haired man trembling beneath him when that white-hot heat rushed out of him leaving him slumping against his husband. Both panting in the quiet; that soft music deafening as he laid out on top of his husband. His dress was ruined and his ankles threatened to roll with his shoes, but he had never felt so good. He wanted to stay inside of his husband. To remain tucked in that heat but with how his inner walls spasmed and squeezed it was too much for him.

His husband whined in protest when he began to slide his hips backwards slowly but surely. Slipping out of his husband with a wet, vulgar squelch as he then let out a sigh with his erection twitching as it began to soften slightly. Kissing at Shouta's throat gently, he pushed himself up and wobbled on his heels to which he kicked them off. Just for a break then he'd put them back on. He swayed and stumbled on his feet before reaching down to tug the filled condom off of himself with a squelch.

He stumbled around the bed with his dress falling in a heap around his knees. It seemed like most of his husband's come had soaked into the fabric. He stumbled forward then tossed the condom into the trash when he glanced over to find his husband sliding up on the bed. Arms stretching out for him when he grabbed down to work the dress off of him carefully. Lifting it over his stomach and chest quickly then to his head where he was mindful of his hearing aids.

Working his head free with hair slipping through the neckline. He then got his arms free and tossed the ruined fabric onto the floor. Pressing his knees to the edge of the bed, he climbed up onto it towards his husband who had begun opening and closing his fists. A pleading expression on that red face as he crawled forward to settled himself in his arms. Curling his own arms around his husband who wasted little time in tucking his head beneath his chin.

Both panting quickly as he kissed the top of his husband's head when the black-haired man hummed breathlessly with arms tightening around him. Panting into his throat causing it to become damp and warm as he nuzzled his cheek to the top of Shouta's head when he got a flurry of kisses to his throat. He squeezed his husband impossibly close to his chest as they laid together. Arms tight around one another as he continued to nuzzle when his husband sighed out with arms squeezing him gently.

"Lo' you, Zashi." He couldn't help but smile at the low mumble of his husband's voice as he spoke into his skin. Curling into his arms for a cuddle that had him tightening his arms around the black-haired man. Holding him closer to his chest as he nuzzled at those wild black curls of his. He adored how shaggy and unkept his husband's hair could be to make those curls. Squeezing his husband close got him a breathless grunt with hands sliding along his back.

"I-I love you too, baby! Le-Let's catch our bre-breaths then hop in the shower, yeah? Do-Does that sound good to yo-you, baby?" He then nuzzled his face into the black curls while he waited for the black-haired to answer him. Racing pants being taken in the quiet between them while his husband thought it over no doubt. He slid his hands along his husband's back with fingers kneading gently at his back.

"Ye-Yeah. It-It sounds damn good. Just gi-give me a few minutes to-to catch my breath first." He nodded at his husband with his cheek rubbing to the top of his head where he inhaled the faint traces of his cologne. Burying his face into his hair delightedly. His hands sliding up and down his sweaty back when he felt fingers touching his hair before twirling a lock idly. It was like heaven. A small piece of heaven for the two of them to relish in together.