"So, I have an idea!"
Dark eyes raised up to Hizashi; a deep gray and rich black that glittered with interest when he trailed his fingers along the underside of his husband's eye where he touched the overlapping scars. He'd long since memorized the scars, their placements and shapes, with his husband more than patient with him. The scar that ran over his ruined eyelid and stopped just below his eyebrow. Overlapping with the existing scar under his right eye. "What idea do you have, Zashi? I shudder to think of what goes through that head of yours."
"Says the one who, let me remind you, wanted to 'accidentally' stimulate me, let me fuck him with my finger and sucked my cock right after so I dare say my ideas can also be good!" His husband grinned up at him with a flinch when he tapped his nose lightly with a smile curling over his own lips when the black-haired man hummed at him when he then slid his fingers along his cheekbone to touch his scars again gently. "No, I've got a really good idea that's right up your alley, baby!"
"Up my alley, you say? That could mean anything at this point, love, you know that, right? The same can be said for you." He pinched the tip of his husband's nose playfully with the man laughing as he swatted at his hand to knock his hand free when he then slid his hand to cup his cheek when Shouta's head tilted back into his lap slightly. That smile warming on his lips with a sparkle to those mismatched dark eyes. "But please, do tell me what you've got in mind this time."
"I want to do a roleplay!" Oh, now that had mismatched, dark eyes brightening at him. A sparkle of interest in them with black lashes fluttering slightly with a blink when the black-haired man squirmed when he tugged at a black curl. Twirling it around his fingers, he grinned widely down at his curious husband. "I was looking up online something to give a general idea and I was thinking we could do something sexy and do a villain and hero roleplay together?"
"A villain and hero roleplay, huh?" His lips twitched at the casual tone of his husband's with his grin widening impossibly at his husband while he twirled a black curl around his finger. He knew his husband would be interested. After all, it was Shouta who brought up roleplay to begin with from the very first challenge. He knew the black-haired man had a weakness for roleplays no matter how embarrassing. Like the one last year. "Who would play who? I'm not picky, just curious."
"Well, I was thinking that you could be the villain, and I could be the hero? After all, you can't say it wouldn't be hot to tie me up while I have my hero costume on? Tap into that angsty side of yourself that I know you have?" A snort left his husband when he tugged his fingers free then smoothing his hand over his husband's forehead to push his hair away from it. "Of course, if you want to be the hero then I can be the villain! I don't mind either way, like you said, I'm not picky!"
Full lips pursed slightly when the black-haired man gained that all too familiar thoughtful expression. Dark eyes flicking past him to stare up at the ceiling as black lashes fluttered in another thought while the black-haired man thought it over. He really wasn't picky; he didn't mind who played who. So long as they had fun with this was all that mattered to him. Those mismatched dark eyes then locked onto him again with a small smile on his lips. "I don't mind playing the villain."
"Awesome! Now all we gotta figure out is when we wanna do this! Obviously, I'm in favor of doing it tonight! I don't wanna wait, you know? Especially when I know what a sexy villain you'll make!" He loved the spots of color that popped on his husband's cheeks when he grinned down at the man. Leaning in slightly when he skimmed his fingers over his husband's scared right cheekbone. "But obviously it's up to you too! Do you want to do it tonight, baby? Or would you rather wait?"
That thoughtful expression flickered across his husband's face again with dark brows tugging together slightly with lips pressing together slightly. Fingers then reached up to trace along his jaw before tucking his hair behind his ear with fingers tracing the shell of it lightly. Tingles raced down his back as he smiled at the black-haired man who then grinned shyly at him. What a cutie his husband was! "I'm fine with doing it tonight. I don't mind that one bit."
"Awesome!" He jumped at how loud his voice was when he then pinched his grinning lips together when his eyes narrowed in a warning at him, but the fingers traced along the shell of his ear before trailing along his jaw. That soft, warm smile was everything when the left side hitched up a bit higher than the right. A clumsy smile that was all his. He leaned down to kiss the tip of his husband's nose causing it to scrunch adorably. "Tonight then!"
Fingers slid along his jaw when the black-haired man smiled up at him wider. Dark, mismatched eyes glittering at him with a look of excitement when the black-haired man's fingers slid along his jaw before that hand came up to cup his cheek. His thumb sliding along his cheekbone when the man tipped his head back further with eyes sparkling up at him wickedly. Playfully. "Tonight."
Hizashi was excited. There was a thrum under his skin that had formed that refused to dissipate. Refused to stop. It was a thrumming circuit that ran along the underside of his skin that had his heart jumping in his chest with frantic beats. Skipping wildly. His stomach was dropping with icy hits of excitement that had his breaths trembling slightly. He wanted nothing more than to soothe the excitement that was running rampant under his skin. Clawing its groove into his chest with the arousal throbbing like a background note.
When he had suggested a roleplay he knew that his husband would accept it. He knew Shouta loves roleplays no matter what they were for they were always hot. Their strangers roleplay, the professor and student one they did last year all proved how much his husband adored roleplays. The black-haired man always claimed that he didn't have a creative bone in his body back when they had first taken in Hitoshi. When they were helping the teen decorate his room.
Or when they adopted Eri and together they spent two weeks readying her room for her. Shouta had sworn he didn't know what to do when it came to creativity. That he could only play off of his own ideas. However, he dared to differ. He believed in his husband's creativity even if it was a little bland. Even if it was a little stale. After all, Shouta was more than creative if he put his mind to it. After all, how can a man put on lingerie for him not be creative? How can a man not come to him for the first time about roleplays?
How can Shouta not see himself as creative he had not a clue but he liked it when his husband came out of his shell. When he was spit-balling ideas which his husband then bounced off of with ideas of his own that he came up with on the fly. He liked to believe that together they created marvelous roleplays together that were hotter than fucking anything. That afternoon, twisted up together on the couch, he had begun to bounce ideas for their villain and hero roleplay.
He'd been bouncing eagerly while Shouta laid out across his lap with light bounces with curls bouncing over the cushion. The black-haired man had been wary but after a bit of prodding did they get an idea together. Together, they painted a scene and scenario that had his blood crackling through his veins. Had his cheeks flushing at how vivid Shouta had been with what he wanted from start to finish. He'd been eager to put in his own input about what kind of roleplay he wanted this to be.
It was a bit of work but they'd gotten a general idea of the roleplay they both wanted to act out before Hitoshi and Eri came barreling through the front door with the demand of an afternoon snack. From there, time was wrapped up in getting Eri warmed up and Hitoshi's homework on the dining room table. In getting Eri's homework spread over the coffee table where he did his best to help both children with their English work. They'd been too wrapped up in helping with homework to truly think about the promise of tonight.
It was hard too when there were wide red eyes focusing on him with small fingers pointing at a question. When Hitoshi was grumbling over a misspelling in his essay. He was more than happy to lose himself in a few hours of after school homework and snacks. In setting the dining room table for Shouta who had tried to keep the snap out of his voice when asking. He understood it all too well and he'd been quick to make sure that plates were filled with dinner once it was done and placed onto the tables.
In getting both children to sit at the table together while they ate dinner which, as usual, was his favorite time. After dinner, they'd focused on getting the dishes into the dishwasher and running before being tugged into the living room by Eri. From there he'd found himself entranced in the world of Bluey yet again thanks to their daughter's pick. However, despite the simplicity of the afternoon, that excitement was crackling under his skin. He was hyperaware of how close his husband was when he cuddled up onto the couch with him.
He was aware with the darkening sky that tonight was creeping closer and closer. There was subtle reminders from his husband when Eri had begun yawning. When he suggested bedtime, Shouta was more than delighted to go and put Eri to bed for the night. He knew exactly what he was doing. Shouta had let him get time to get in his hero costume again and prepare himself. He refused to put his hair up again which they both agreed would be a pain to put up then take down again.
However, he'd appreciated his husband taking care of Eri for the night while he ran off to the bedroom to squeeze himself into his leather pants. To get his jacket on and his boots on his feet. His directional speaker was forgotten in the closet. Surely if Shouta wanted it he'd bring it with him, wouldn't he? They hadn't discussed that far into it but he had not a problem when he'd squeezed himself into his costume. And God if the black-haired man hadn't been the epitome of excitement.
The way those dark, mismatched eyes flashing at him before grabbing his costume from the closet. Tonight was about fun. Both of them had agreed that tonight should be made to have fun with one another. To lose themselves into the fog a roleplay would give them. Lose themselves to roles that were made up on the fly. Roles that were given to one another without so much as batting an eye. He was excited when he'd come across a list of roleplay ideas for the two of them to indulge in.
Roleplays he'd not thought of were what caught his eye the most but this scenario? A villain and hero? Well, how ironic would it be for one of them to play the villain when both were heroes? It was a bit giggle worthy when they'd been playing out the night with input on both sides. He was more than happy to give up most of his control for the night if it meant that they could put authenticity into the moment. To make it feel real to one another the best that they could. Just like with the strangers roleplay.
Just like with their breeding kink, the maid outfit he had his husband wear, or the school uniform that his husband had promised to burn. But he hadn't. It was tucked under the bed with the maid outfit but he knew that it was highly unlikely he'd see his husband in another outfit like them. What he'd give to see it again. But he was more than content with their roleplay choice of the night. When Shouta had gotten Eri to bed, he swore the man never ran into the room faster.
A dark tornado that grabbed his capture weapon, boots, and jumpsuit before rushing into the bathroom. A sparkle of excitement to his husband's gaze that had been undeniable when he had dragged the chair out of the closet under his husband's barked order. He'd been more than happy to set up the scene while his husband had gotten ready for the night while he made sure the doors were indeed locked. Then he put on a soft playlist that he thought would make it more immersive for the both of them.
To make it all the more real for an impromptu roleplay together which, he had to admit, he liked. He likes the spontaneous feeling of it all that kept him on his toes. Kept him eager to see what they would do next. What they would say next. Trailing fingers over his cheek tore him out of his thoughts when he let out a quiet hum. Focusing his gaze upwards with that capture weapon wrapped tightly around his chest keeping him tied back to the chair.
Incapable of leaning forward or squirming in his seat when that cloth kept him tightly in his place. Kept him from so much as squirming. It had his blood thrumming through his damn veins with the excitement that twisted into his chest when he dared to lean forward. As if sensing his strain forward, that capture weapon bit into his chest to get him biting at his lip to stop himself from groaning aloud. He had hardly been dipped into the scene but he was fucking excited.
So, so unbearably excited from the moment he'd watched his husband strut out of the bathroom in his jumpsuit. Booted feet making their way over to him when the black-haired man had then cuffed him. There was a shimmer to those dark eyes that had his heart jumping in his chest. Thudding sickeningly against it with solid hits. It caught his attention like nothing else but was a subtle reminder of his hands cuffed behind him. His hands wriggled instinctively to pull against the cuffs that were around his wrists.
Those padded cuffs of lacy black and red that canceled his quirk like a double layer of protection of his husband's choice. He was sitting in that damn dining room chair that they'd hidden in their closet from that night of chair sex close to two years ago. His wrists tugged at the cuffs subtly while he stared up at his husband. He didn't look any different in his costume before him than he did any other day. He was sexy. Always was as fingers trailed down his cheek before slipping onto the capture weapon.
Those dark eyes blazing at him with teeth worrying over that full bottom lip. As if he were thinking on what to say to continue their scene on. Shouta had wasted little time in getting him cuffed to the chair he sat in. Little time in getting the capture weapon to snake around his chest to keep him tied back to the chair. God, he fucking loves it. Especially the catty back and forth they'd been indulging in so far with delight. He felt his heart thudding against his chest; not fast but rather hard hits that rendered him of his breath.
Left him with that strangely breathless sensation as the capture weapon bit into his chest with a squeeze. As if sensing that he was straining forward when he fought the urge to wriggle his legs. The leather of his boots bit into his calves as the capture weapon down there kept his legs pinned to the legs of the chair. Thighs spread wide with that capture weapon curled up around his knees forcing them to remain open. It was everything a fantasy could be. It was everything he hoped that this roleplay would be.
He stared at his husband with awe at how red those cheeks were. As if his husband were embarrassed with him sitting here. Legs awkwardly spread and held open with his arms pinned behind him around the back of the chair he sat in with his hair tickling his cheeks. He was unfairly excited with that thrumming under his skin demanding more. Demanding the kindling to stoke the warmth under his skin that had his crotch aching. That longing twisting into his lower stomach leaving him warm.
An ache that was threatening to drive him insane as he let his gaze flick over the black-haired man before him. A hip jutting out slightly with full lips moving silently before pressing together, he couldn't help but wonder if his husband was struggling. If there was something going on in that head of his that was putting an awkward stutter to the roleplay. He wanted nothing more than to assist his husband with it. After all, it had been his idea to mention to his husband that they try this roleplay.
He was the hero, after all, and clearly if his husband needed some pushing then he'd give it to him. It wouldn't be fair if only one of them was getting off on this while the other was struggling. He knew Shouta struggled with coming up with creative things on the fly when it came to their roleplays. Their professor and student one had been something they practiced with specifically written dialogue. Their strangers one had been simple; act like one another were strangers to one another. But this?
This was something that was stumping his husband from what he could see. What he could sense rolling off of the man. Squirming slightly had that capture weapon tightening on him which had him biting down fiercely on his lip. Sucking in a breath sharply that he held down in his chest as he fought the urge to question his husband. Fought the urge to wriggle and fight against the cloth that held him so tightly to the chair that dug into his back and the backs of his knees.
An uncomfortable press due to his press back against it but he had not a problem with holding himself still. Choking down the moan in his throat that threatened to crawl out of him when his thighs twitched. To close themselves? Or spread themselves wider? He had not a clue but God knows if he was hard that his husband wouldn't be able to tell. Not with how tightly compacted leather pants made it for him. And that excitement flickered in his chest as he rolled his wrists as his husband licked his lips.
Trying to think of something, that much he knew of. And he fought the urge to squirm with his excitement as he rubbed his fingers over the black lace of the cuffs when he swallowed down his excitement. Trying to focus on the moment at hand. How hot it had been when Shouta had him drag out the chair out only to shove him into it. The wicked smirk on those full lips when he'd taunted him mere seconds ago about his status as a hero. As if every criminal interaction had led up to this moment.
It had his stomach fluttering wildly at the beginning of their little scenario but now that he was tied down? Now that he was pinned in place, Shouta seemed to be faltering. As if he didn't know what to do further. He didn't blame him; they didn't exactly write down nor read over or practice the dialogue. They had merely agreed to go off of what felt right tonight. What felt fun. And he had to admit that his husband was doing beautifully in the beginning but he needed just a little nudge.
A little help that he was more than willing to give the black-haired man who was standing before him. Red-face as full lips then began moving silently again with black brows twitching together. Eyes darting away from him with black lashes fluttering slightly when he tensed against the urge to squirm. He needed a little help. There was no shame in needing help now and again, that much he would tell his husband when the scene was over. When they were back to being Hizashi and Shouta for the rest of the night.
But for now, he knew his role; he was the Voice Hero, Present Mic. Bound and helpless before a villain who was going to torture information out of him. Was going to torture him in general. That was his role so why not play it up? He cleared his throat which had eyes coming back to him when he jutted his chin out then tipped his head back. He let a slight pout push at his bottom lip while Shouta tilted his head with a curiousness pinching at his red face. Now or never.
"So tell me, what are you going to do to me? A villain like you, I'm sure you have some torture tactics, don't you?" He wished he could say that he said it with the confidence he felt. That he didn't sound breathless. But God he was when that tight squeeze of the capture weapon was everything to him. Fuck, he loves being wrapped up in it. He watched teeth drag over that full lower lip when he squirmed. "You know, m-my team is going to find me! So I'd dare say time is of the essence!"
Eyes flickered at him when the black-haired shifted before him with his right hip jutting at him slightly as his weight was rolled onto it. That red blush smothering itself over his cheeks seemed to deepen when the capture weapon tightened around him sending a bolt to his stomach. A shot of heat that had his breaths trembling when his husband leaned forward. Hands sliding over his thighs as he leaned in. "I doubt it. Where I have you none will find you easily. Especially with those cuffs on you, Voice Hero."
"Stupid of you to think that I can't just scream normally, you villain scum!" He loved the flicker to those dark eyes as hands tightened on his thighs with his breaths trembling quietly as he scrambled for something to say. Something to get out to his husband who was staring at him expectantly. He then grinned at the black-haired man with full lips twitching slightly at the sight. "I'm a real loud screamer, you know! Just because I can't use my quirk doesn't mean I won't scream!"
"Oh, do you plan on screaming for me? The famous Present Mic is offering to scream for some villain scum is quite, um, interesting." He wanted to giggle at that slight slip up by his husband but he swallowed it down when hands slid along his thighs with fingers pressing to his stomach before fingers began to walk up his stomach towards his chest. Playful. Cheeky. "Tell me, how loud will you scream for me? Will others hear me? Will you be so loud this soundproofing is for naught?"
Oh.
There was something about that low pitch of his husband's voice that had heat rushing up to hsi face in a blush that had him gasping in shallowly. Fingers walking up his chest tapped playfully at him when he caught that confidence beginning to shine through on his husband. It had his breaths trembling when he coughed lightly when he ducked his head down. Oh, he didn't expect to be shy. "I-I can scream loud as I need! You should be worrying about the others finding me!"
"I'm not worried. Not in the slightest bit. With where we are, they'll never find you here." Oh, the way his husband's voice lowered ever so slightly at him had his heart jumping in his chest wildly with his breaths catching in his throat. Fingertips drifted up his throat where they tapped beneath his jaw to get his face tipping up once more. It was fucking hot. Sexy. God, his husband was the sexiest thing tonight. "Tell me, Voice Hero, what do you think I'm going to do to you that would require screaming?"
"Whatever it is that villains like you do! Whatever it is, you better bet I'll scream! I won't break for you; not now, not ever!" Fingers tapped at his chin again before sliding along his jaw with a tremble to those fingers when he met those mismatched dark eyes. A rich black that sparkled at him wickedly and a deep gray with that similar sparkle. As if he was being seen through it. "Do your worst! I'll never, ever break! I've been treated rougher by villains before! You're not the first to capture me!"
"No, I'm not the first to do so. But here you are, spread open all wide for me to do what I please with you. Do you want mercy, Present Mic? Or do you want to do this the hard way?" Now, that is a look. Was that desire simmering in his veins at that low pitch of his husband's with that playful, wicked sparkle to him. Full lips twitching before spreading into a grin when fingertips drifted over his lower lip in a caress that had them parting. "I can be merciful. Or I can be your punishment. Which will it be?"
Fuck.
He knew his husband was going to aim for catty and menacing but he didn't think his husband would hit the mark. Not this perfectly. It had his breaths hitching in his throat with his hands wriggling in their cuffs that were still so unbelievably soft. Oh, it had his blood gushing through his veins with that excitement thrumming under his skin. He tried to ignore the heat in his face when he jutted his chin up. "Villains like you know nothing of being merciful! If I could I'd pound you into the ground! You're too easy!"
"Too easy, huh?" Shouta's voice was a dangerous murmur when fingertips skimmed down his throat. Flicking lightly at his Adam's Apple to get him sucking in sharply when the black-haired man smirked at him then with a wicked sparkle to that gaze. He was eating it up. Now that he'd eased them into a dialogue, his husband was finding his footing. Finding his confidence again when fingers pressed to his chest. "Villain I may be, but I believe in mercy. I am more than capable of it."
"Yeah right! If there was a merciful villain out there then perhaps I wouldn't be so damn busy hunting people like you down." He huffed back when his husband pushed off his thigh to step backwards with that capture weapon tightening around him with a quiet groan. It had him shuddering at how hard it gripped him. An ache that sank down to his fucking bones when his husband tilted his head at him. "What is your version of mercy, huh? What can you give that would be merciful?"
A thoughtful expression flickered over his husband's face when his fingers tapped off of his thighs. Thinking. There was a slight pout on those full lips when the black-haired man lips widened into a smirk at him again as fingers lifted upwards to touch the small zipper. And much to his awe, his surprise, that zipper was sliding down from his husband's throat to his chest. Black curls poking out as it was tugged down gently. "Mercy is having me. Surely, that can suffice for the great Present Mic, can't it?"
And oh, it was a move he didn't expect from his husband. Watching that zipper slid over his stomach to his crotch, black curls poking out between the widening sides of the zipper. Shoulders shrugging as arms were tugged from sleeves much to his delight as more skin was revealed. An expanse of softly scarred skin revealed itself leaving him straining forward slightly only to find no give. None. Absolutely none. "How is me having you mercy, huh? Villains like you lie."
Arms tugged free from sleeves when the suit fell to bunch around his husband's waist. Oh, there was something so fucking good about tonight that he felt ready to drool. Gawking at that broad chest with its wild, chaotic black curls. Broad shoulders with black locks spilling over them with ends dangling over his husband's nipples. Curls that brushed his face when a hip cocked itself slightly. "I may lie and I may be a villain, but do consider this is a mercy upon itself. Don't you want me?"
"You're a tricky little bastard, aren't you? Trying to get me to admit something just to stroke your ego, huh?" Breathless. He squirmed his wrists in his cuffs when his husband smirked widely at him with all the confidence in the world. All the boldness to get him hot. It was fucking sexy on his husband who reached down with hands sliding along his waist. His head tilted ever so slightly causing curls to sway against his chest. "How am I to know you're not tricking me?"
"Simple. You don't. You'll never know if I'm not tricking you and there's nothing you can do about it. But just know you are at my mercy and if I wanted too, I could just take it from you." He raised his brows when his husband then shifted his weight with fingers tugging that suit down to reveal the trace endings of the tattoo on his left hip. The S, H and I of his name peeking out playfully. "You're team won't find you for hours. We can fill those hours either pleasantly or silently. You're choice."
"My choice huh? If it were my choice, I'd be free! But I guess you're not exactly wrong. I can do something productive with my hours, huh? Make something of this abduction of yours, right?" Eyes sparkled at him when the black-haired man merely raised black brows at him. Amused. Intrigued. He fought the urge to gawk at his husband when the black-haired man tilted his head at him and God if it didn't have him fighting down a squirm. "Do you even want me?"
His husband swayed on his feet slightly with the suit swaying with him when he noticed those nipples perking up slightly. Calling his attention when he lifted his gaze up to those dark ones. Were they hardened from the cooler air? Or from excitement? There was no knowing which it could possibly be but God if the sight of them didn't get his fingers twitching. Itching to touch and pinch. To simply touch him when his husband then leaned in. "I'd be an idiot to give up a night with the great Present Mic."
"I think I can overlook fucking a villain for a night if you can overlook a hero being your choice of partner, yeah? Sexy thing like you, how can I say no?" He loved the amusement that sparkled in those dark eyes when his husband stepped forward with boots thudding over the floor. Curls swaying with a light spring to them when hands planted down on his thighs. "How 'bout you let me see you prep yourself for me, huh? And then you can milk my cock for all it's worth?"
"Milk your cock for all its worth, huh? I think I can dedicate a couple hours to doing so. After all, if you think I'll let you go after one round then you're wrong." Oh. Oh, he fucking loves that sexy confidence of his husband's. The way those dark eyes locked onto him when hands reached down. Hips shimmying to get the suit down past them and he couldn't help but choke on his air. Nothing. He wasn't wearing a fucking thing under his suit much to his delight as he strained forward.
His hands twisting against his cuffs as his dick twitched at the burst of heat under his skin. The excitement that twisted sharply in his chest when his mouth dropped open as that choked sound cut off with a wheezing exhale as he squirmed only to feel the scarf tighten around him. Holding him in place. He was beautiful. His husband was utterly stunning from head to damn toe when he got a rather cheeky wink from the man. "Does Present Mic like what he sees then?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" He choked out with his shoulders aching from his twisting and tugging at the cuffs. He could stare at this man for hours. Days. He'd never get tired of the sharp angle of those collar bones or the way his nipples perked up. The wild, chaotic curls covering his broad chest with equally broad shoulders that he wanted to wrap his arms around. Down to his stomach where he traced the curve of his waist and the dip of his hips with that tattoo flashing at him.
He then followed that happy trail down to his pelvis where wild, chaotic black curls covered it. His husband refused to groom them but he had not a problem with it. Shouta always claimed it was too much work to keep himself neatly groomed and if he didn't mind it then did it matter? And he'd dare say it didn't matter. He was fucking sexy with that slight cocked hip. "Good. Then keep your eyes on me, yeah? Don't you dare think of looking away if you know what's good for you."
"I won't look away for a second, baby!" He was forgetting himself but could it be held against him? Really? He was admiring the dip of his husband's hips when he squirmed with his thighs twitching again. To open or spread wider? He had not a clue but staring at his husband was more than enough. Admiring the glorious sight of that beautiful body with its dips and curves. It's scars he could trace with the tips of his fingers like the back of his hand.
Admire the still beauty of that body with a sense of hunger flickering in his chest when he fought that urge to lean forward. There would be no give and yet he wanted to lean forward. He let his gaze wander down from his husband's beautifully flushed face down to his chest once more. Down over his stomach to his groin where he admired those wild, chaotic black curls. Sucking in a shaking breath when that flaccid dick twitched had his skin blistering with heat as the black-haired man hissed in sharply.
However, his husband made no move to hide himself. Made no move to cover himself up. Letting him see the reaction spoke volumes when his husband turned to the bed. God, he loves that confidence in his husband that was bubbling out of him. He'd needed a bit of help but he had not a problem with providing that for his husband if he needed it. To move the scene along the both of them had to work together, after all. And God knows he loves how catty his husband could get.
Roleplays were an outlet of creativity; something that Shouta seemed to thrive on. His husband adored their little roleplays and he adored indulging in it. If anything, it always made the moment hotter to pretend to be someone else. To be in a role assigned to him. And if that role was a trapped hero at the mercy of a villain then goddammit he'd play the hell out of his role. He squirmed with that ache twisting into his lower half with a light throb of his crotch.
His dick twitching at the heat flashing over the surface of his skin before sinking below it. Sinking, sinking, sinking to his very bones to grasp at him. The black-haired man plucked the lube up when he bit at his lip with a shift to settle himself in comfortably with his toes curling in his boots. Excitement clawing its place in his chest making a groove with that emotion twisting viciously into him. His stomach dropping repeatedly with the rush of it while his hands twisted and squirmed against his cuffs.
Pulling at them subtly for a give only to find none. Oh, he loves it. He loves being pinned down in place by the capture weapon that held his legs open and kept him tied back. He let his head tilt slightly when he bit down fiercely on his lip with his gaze moving over the familiar sight of his husband's body. The soft scar on his left thigh from a nasty fall out of a car on his patrol. And the scar running along the right side of his waist from the time he'd gotten stabbed.
There were more scars littered over his husband's soft skin from teenage years to his years a pro and he adores them. Traced with his fingers for years much to his delight. Admiring the naked body before him with its dips and curves. The flare of his waist and the shape of his hips. The thickness of his thighs and ass. The wild black curls covering his chest that matched the curls beneath his arms. The curls covering his pelvis. He caught another twitch of his husband's dick which had his legs tensing against a squirm.
God, it had his mouth watering when there was a third twitch of that flaccid dick when his husband turned on his feet lazily allowing him to admire his backside. To admire the way his back rippled with a stretch of arms above his head. The way those black curls swayed against the middle of his back when he lets his head fall back with slight tilt. Glancing over his shoulder at him with a grin curling over those full lips. Letting him look. Gawk. Ogle this beautiful man before him.
His lips tingled from the few kisses they'd shared before but God if they didn't buzz with that desire to kiss that pale skin. To trace out the shape of a scar with his lips. He wants to kiss Shouta from head to damn toe but that was impossible when he was tied down like this. Later. He knew he'd get his chance to kiss that soft, pale skin and caress it all he wants. Squeeze and squish him in his hands while he fucked him. He'd get his turn. He knew he would; especially if Shouta took milking him dry seriously.
He admired that arch to his husband's back when he stretched again. His cheeks tightening briefly giving his ass a briefly sculpted appearance that had him damn near drooling. Shouta was beautiful. Soft. Curved. Muscular. He couldn't get enough of staring at the black-haired man as muscles rippled in his back with his stretch. A silent display of that strength that left him squirming in twitches with that capture weapon squeezing tearing a breathless groan out of him. It was a tease. A damned tease.
And then his husband was taking a breath before sinking down onto his knees with his hair brushing over his back. That dark eye peering over his shoulder again at him when his husband squirmed before leaning forward. And God help him, but there was something so fucking hot about his husband leaning forward onto his knees with his hips arching up. Sliding his left knee over the floor with his right stump pressing to the floor with his prosthetic foot and leg shimmered in the low lighting.
Thighs spread open wide wit that flaccid, twitching dick hanging between his legs as black curls slid over his shoulders with hands clawing open the lube. A popping crack ringing out as his husband worked to get the lube spread on his fingers. And he fought his own urge to squirm. Beautiful. Sexy, Gorgeous. None felt fitting for the sight before him as his husband shifted with a grunt when glistening fingers were coming backwards. And he watched those glistening fingers slid between his cheeks.
Then the black-haired man changed his position for his chest to come down. Pressing to the floor while his other hand came up to tug at a cheek with the intent of spreading himself open. And fuck, it gave him the perfect view to watch those slick fingers rub over his hole. The skin glistening from the lube, he strained against the capture weapon with an eagerness twisting into his chest. His breaths shallowing with a renewed speed as he watched his husband's fingers slip over his hole.
It was the perfect balance for the both of them when they'd been talking earlier. When they'd been discussing, he had expressed his desire to be pinned down to the chair. Shouta had expressed a smaller desire for him to watch as he was prepped. It was a beautiful agreement for the two to get what they wanted from one another. A balance where Shouta got to feed into his exhibitionism. And, in a strange way, he got to feed into his own voyeuristic tendencies.
A performance of acting and watching that balanced themselves out perfectly. He happily leaned against the capture weapon with his feet squirming slightly over the floor with his dick twitching in response to the heat flashing under his skin. The slow, burning smolder that ran along his bones as he watched his husband rub his fingers over himself. Smearing that slick lube over himself causing his hole to shimmer up at him with a slight smear of lube over his cheeks.
Glistening skin that held his attention when his husband let out a shuddering breath. His gaze flicking down to catch another twitch of that dick hanging between his legs. There was a deep red blush smothering over his husband's face as his right cheek pressed to the floor. Looking up at him to gauge his attention. His reactions. He didn't mind it one bit as he watched that up and down slides of fingers over that hole which twitched. It had him squirming in his chest with his hips twitching side to side.
His hands tugging at his cuffs curiously again as he watched the black-haired man rub his fingers over his twitching hole. Oh, fuck, was Shouta stunning. He'd never been more beautiful. Gorgeous. His gaze was riveted to those glistening fingers sliding in an up and down rub. Petting over himself with fingers slipping slickly. A light, wet sound ringing out as his husband's fingers moved with another twitch of that hole. It was fucking hot. He kept his gaze on the black-haired man giddily with his feet squirming again.
Watching as fingers began to roll in firm circles. He couldn't get enough of tonight. Not one bit; he'd dare say he loves roleplays just as much as his husband does. Fingers rolled in slow, rather dramatic circles; as if putting on a show for his viewing pleasure. Fuck him, it had his crotch aching. Begging for some type of pressure to soothe it with his thighs spread so wide apart. He couldn't rub them together to soothe that ache and it was pleasurable torture but torture, nonetheless.
His husband knew what he was doing tonight when he tied him down. His breaths raced quietly in time with the shaky breaths taken by his husband as fingers trembled. Moving in their circles against himself with the skin glistening slickly while he followed with his eyes. Eager beyond belief just to watch this man touch himself. Fingers rolled over his hole firmly with another twitch at him; a damn wink when fingers lifted up with the tips of fingers rolling over the rim of his hole.
The black-haired man's middle finger pulled away with racing breaths being taken. The hand on that cheek tugging sharply at himself causing his hole to spread slightly which had a low groan slipping out of him. His dick twitching in a volley with a wet drop soaking into his boxers. Then another. He squirmed his hips slightly with that ache twisting into his lower stomach. How long had he been trapped here? Tied down while his husband had teased him? Kissed him playfully with a passion that had robbed him of his breath?
How long had he been incapable of moving? It was hard to remember but God if his skin didn't ache. Just a little longer than he knew his husband would let him go. He rolled his wrists in the cuffs as he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip when he watched with that sense of hunger. And he hissed in a breath when he watched as his husband's finger then dipped into himself. Slipping into himself with a light squelch as the black-haired man let out a whine when that dark eye burned up at him.
A desire to that gaze that had his skin ripping with heat when his husband whined. And then the hand on his cheek pulled away but he widened his position again with hips arched up high. An awkward angle but one he appreciated as he watched his husband's hand then dip down with a grunt when that hand grabbed at the twitching dick between his legs. A drop of pre-come dripping to the floor when the quiet brush of a palm over his skin rang out as he stroked himself.
A lazy stroke that had his eyes darting down to watch that hand moving over himself when he squirmed. From the start of their roleplay to now, there had been an energy thrumming under his skin. Hours before it had been driving him insane. But watching his husband touch himself? To be pinned down with not a chance of joining the black-haired man with his touches? It was a tease. It was that pleasurable torture that had him tensing against his squirms.
He then lifted his gaze up to that finger when it pulled back then thrusted into himself with a squelch. It had his fingers itching to touch the black-haired man. To touch him as if he was touching himself. It felt like a lifetime ago when he'd had the black-haired man sprawled over his lap as he fucked him with his fingers. In reality, he knew it was a mere few days ago. He just wants nothing more than to touch this sexy, beautiful, gorgeous man before him. And he tugged at his cuffs but there was no give.
A rattle of the chain between them had his husband whining up at him with black curls spread over the floor. That finger thrusting slowly in time with the lazy strokes his husband gave himself. And fuck, if it wasn't a preview to what his husband did on his own. It was unbelievably hot to him as he watched his husband's finger and hand moving in tandem together. Stroking. Thrusting. It was a mesmerizing sight that he couldn't get enough of. They'd only just started but already he hot.
Ready to crawl out of his skin with the heat that raked beneath the surface of his skin. The heat of the sweater pricking along his back and forehead lightly. He was hot in his leather jacket, but he didn't mind it as he focused on the speed his husband used. The lazy speed of that thrusting finger and stroking hand moving together when his husband gave a sharper thrust. A faster stroke. It had his dick twitching in a volley when he felt another drop soaking into his boxers with hips squirming shallowly.
His thighs twitching with his breaths shaking lightly as he watched giddily when the black-haired man thrusted his finger into himself. Keeping it in time with that hand stroking his own twitching dick. And God, there was an awe to the scene of his husband sprawled out for his viewing pleasure. In watching as the black-haired man touched himself. It was his fucking favorite thing in the world as that finger and hand moved in tandem when the black-haired man's hand paused with that finger thrusting in sharply.
A squelch ringing out to punctuate that thrust when the black-haired man began to thrust that finger quicker. Shallow thrusts that squelched lightly while his finger thrusted into himself at a quicker speed. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into himself while that hand held his twitching dick tightly with knuckles going a light white. It had him moaning at the black-haired man with his body tensing against that urge to jerk. To fight his restraints. If not to touch than just to merely lean forward.
Adjust his position properly but the capture weapon merely tightened. Squeezing him tightly while he watched that finger sinking into Shouta's hole again, again, again. A quick rhythm as he watched the twitch around that finger when hips leaned back ever so slightly to give him a clear view. He knew his husband was getting off on this. He knew it. It was there in the way his body was arching, twisting slightly, with that dark eye focused on him. The way his mouth fell open with his racing breaths as his back fluttered.
Watching his hand began to stroke sluggishly when compared to the quick thrusts of his finger. Slipping slickly into himself again, again, again it had him burning up. Hotter than anything as he watched his husband finger himself. They'd started off so good with kisses on the living room couch that afternoon and they'd shared quite a few more when he'd been shoved into the chair. Shouta had kissed him with such passion, such excitement, that it left him hardly wondering how he felt about this roleplay.
A little nudge in the right direction had them flying forward in their scene. He was mesmerized by the quick thrusts of that finger. The sluggish strokes of his husband's hand on his dick. It was fucking enthralling. It ate up his entire focus as he strained against the capture weapon with his eyes flicking between that slowly stroking hand and that thrusting finger. It was riveting. He could watch his husband touch himself for hours. It'd never lose its intrigue, nor would it lose how fucking hot it was.
Watching Shouta touch himself felt like a damn treat. Watching him fuck himself with his own fingers a gift that he absolutely adores. The light squelching of that thrusting finger was deafening which sent shivers down his back. His dick twitching in a volley with that ache twisting sharply in his lower half with his hips squirming in his chair. His breaths hitching as he watched his husband begin to harden in his hand with a whimper. A keening, needy sound that had his skin ripping with heat.
That hand slid faster over the hardening shaft with that finger thrusting quickly. Shallowly. Thrusting with slick squelches ringing out while his husband worked himself to an erection. The way those hips shook idly side to side with hitching, racing breaths being taken by the two of them was mesmerizing. Entrancing. Tempting. As if Shouta were inviting him to strain against the scarf just to squeeze him tight. It was creating an ache in his arms and chest, his lower legs, but he'd be damned if he told him to stop.
He watched that finger sinking into his husband quickly again, again, again with that light squelching ringing out while his husband squirmed. His thighs falling open slightly with knees sliding over the floor with a moan slipping out of his husband when black lashes fluttered. That dark eye glancing up at him again as his cheeks burned fiercely with his hands rolling in his cuffs. Nails dragging over the lace. He was more than happy to offer himself into this helpless situation for once.
Shouta had more than once been rendered helpless so it was only fair it be his turn. The quiet brush of that hand stroking his erection was deafening as it went hand-in-hand with the slick squelch of the black-haired man's finger sinking into him repeatedly. Thrusting fast, fast, fast when he noted the twitch of that hole around his fingers. Hungry fuckin' thing it was, he'd bet his husband wanted more. He wanted to say something, anything, but his words wouldn't come to him. They were surprisingly absent.
Lost as he watched his husband continue to fuck himself with his finger while stroking his erection in unison. It had his own dick twitching in a volley with pre-come dripping into his boxers shamelessly as his heart thudded sickeningly against his chest. His head tilted slightly with his eyes locked onto that thrusting finger. Slick, shining, he bit at his lip with his brows squeezing together tightly while he dug his teeth in. Muffling a groan when the black-haired man whimpered with hips tensing slightly.
Thrusting back to meet his thrusting finger. A hot sight that had him groaning with his eyes locked on the squirming man. And then his husband was grunting before reaching back to grab a cheek. Spreading himself open again with his hole stretching slightly around his finger had him moaning lowly in his throat at the sight. And he eagerly watched that middle finger come closer while that index paused its thrusts. The tip of that finger skating along the rim of his hole before pressing tightly to his index finger.
He squirmed in his holdings with his dick twitching with that light throbbing ache twisting into him. It was agony. He wished he could at the very least press his thighs together, but the scarf kept them apart. And he couldn't stop himself from moaning in unison with his husband when that second finger sank into him. Pushing in with that index as his hole stretched around his fingers. Ohhh, he was riveted to the sight as that finger slipped into his husband. Watching him stretch around both those thick fingers.
The subtle shift of the base as circles were rolled into his inner walls when the rim of his hole twitched. God, it had his dick aching as it twitched in a volley when he strained only to be squeezed. Like a damn python was wrapped around him. It had pain jolting down his chin from the fierce dig of his teeth into it when he squirmed. His glasses slipped down his nose slightly but he refused to look away. Keeping his eyes focused on the black-haired man, he hissed in a breath when those fingers then spread.
And oh, God, it was so fucking hot. The sight of that hole being stretched out with muscles twitching around it. Spasming. How it gaped at him with fingers pushing at inner walls again, again, again. Scissoring outwards each time allowing him to gawk at the way that hole twitched and spread around fingers that trembled. His husband was whimpering into the carpet with that dark eye locked onto him. He knew the black-haired man needed his full attention. Needed him to keep his eyes on him.
And help him, he didn't think he could look away now even if he wanted too. He was absorbed in the sight before him. Riveted. Locked onto the black-haired man like he was the only living point in the world around him. He watched those fingers stretch out before coming together to pull back then thrust in. A slick squelch punctuating that thrust when fingers pulled back then thrusted into him again with another slick squelch. Fuck, it had heat racing down his back with his blood gushing through his veins.
Gushing down to his acing, throbbing crotch much to his delight. It had his hips jiggling side to side with a moan flying out of him when that blood gushed down. God, the strange relief he felt to finally be getting hard even if it was faster than he intended. He watched his husband thrust his fingers into himself. That hole twitching around his fingers as the black-haired man thrusted his finger quickly into himself. Pulling back, back, back until the tips of those glistening fingers rested inside of him.
And then thrusting into himself with a slick thrust. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading. Fuck him, it was his favorite thing. To watch his husband spread himself open wide with his fingers as he panted shallowly with his eyes locked onto the man. How did he get so lucky as to have this man? How did he get so lucky for his husband to choose to do this with him? It had him blistering with heat that raked beneath the surface of his skin when his hardening dick swelled.
Twitching with drops of pre-come dripping into the wet patch forming in his boxers as it pressed against his fly yet there was no give. And it had his back attempting to arch with hips bucking into the air with a keening moan leaving him that was echoed by his husband. That capture weapon tightening fiercely around him when he watched fingers spreading out. Pushing open that hole allowing it to gape at him. Oh, oh, it had him squirming with his teeth dragging over his lip.
His mouth dropping open with his quiet, racing breaths being taken quickly. His husband pressed his fingers together to thrust them quickly into himself. The hand on his cheek holding him open caused his hole to stretch slightly. Ohhhh, it was hot. All of it was so fucking hot he almost didn't know what to do with himself. He just wants to watch his husband fuck himself with his fingers all night, but he wants him. His erection pushed at his fly, but the leather refused to give.
Refused to allow the space that he needed causing his trapped erection to throb. His thighs tensed with his toes curling in his boots. He wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his night right here. He watched fingers snap into the black-haired man quickly with those slick squelches ringing out to punctuate each fast thrust his husband gave. His forearm jiggling lightly from the speed used with his fingers when the black-haired man moaned out.
A needy, desperate sound that was so vulgar it had his erection twitching. Throbbing lightly. He watched Shouta thrust his fingers into himself with a sense of giddiness as black lashes lifted. Then that hand slid away from his cheek to reach beneath himself again. How hard was he? Was he dripping onto his stomach? Dripping to the floor? He hadn't thought to look, to check, when his entire being was focused on those thrusting fingers snapping into him again, and again. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.
Spreading, spreading, spreading. It had his chest fluttering with his racing breaths as his husband continued thrusting into himself. Spreading. There was a damn excitement in watching this man touch himself. There always had been. It was the way those hands moved to give him pleasure that always ate up his attention. There was something riveting to the sight of his husband fucking himself with his fingers and he didn't want that to change. Each time he watched Shouta touch himself it felt like the first time.
Just like that night his husband had begged him to watch him fuck himself with that nine inch dildo of theirs. Ever since that night, he'd never turned down the chance to look at his husband. To watch him fuck himself with his hands. Watching his husband squirm and twist the way he was with thighs flexing. Knees digging into the floor with black curls spread over it with that dark eye locked onto him. Watching him in return. It had his erection throbbing in its trapped place behind his fly.
Beneath the tight press of his leather pants. He watched fingers sink into the black-haired man repeatedly. If his husband wanted to continue on teasing him tonight, then he wouldn't deny him. He wouldn't say no to prolonging their roleplay and let his husband tease him all night if he so desired. There was an excitement to the thought of his husband teasing him like this. In fucking himself while he was rendered helpless with his erection twitching. Throbbing.
Dripping, dripping, dripping into his boxers as his hips squirmed in his seat with his racing pants being taken as his hair brushed his cheeks. His neck. Watching how his body moved with hips twitching back to meet his thrusting fingers. How his back arched and his thighs trembled. How his cheeks flushed that beautiful red with the arousal that burned in that dark gaze. It was his favorite fucking thing in the world; watching his husband touch himself was a damn treat.
His husband squirmed with his back arching when fingers spread out repeatedly. Again, again, again. And then his husband was rolling onto his back with his arm pinned beneath it, but the slick squelch of thrusting fingers rang out. Shouta then planted his feet to the floor with hips rising up. And fuck him, he was straining with his thighs squirming with a whimper leaving him. A yank on his shoulders from his conjoined arms behind the back of the chair as he stared down at his husband.
That blush spreading down to his collar bones and chest coloring it beautifully with a soft red. Hardened nipples perking up as they stood to attention with black curls brushing around them. That chest heaving with fast pants as his husband's thighs fell open shamelessly as he fucked himself with his fingers. His erection resting flush against his lower stomach with the head flushed a soft red with pre-come smeared onto it. A shining patch of the runny liquid gathering on his happy trail.
Then the black-haired man's erection twitched which had it jerking up from his stomach. He couldn't see it, but he could only imagine the strands connecting the head to his husband's stomach when it then dropped back down. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Pretty. Sexy. He couldn't find a right word to describe the sight beneath him. Especially when his husband whimpered with hips jumping up. As if he were begging him to touch him; like he wasn't pinned back against the chair. Like he wasn't at his husband's mercy.
Another whimper left himself as he strained forward when he found a slack from the scarf when his husband pulled his fingers out of himself with a squelch. And he was sitting up with the capture weapon slinking off of him causing him to gasp. It left him in slithering lines when his husband bunched it to his hands. It was then tossed to the floor with his husband surging up to his feet. Legs shaking, hands grabbed at his shoulders with his husband before sliding his hands down his chest.
His slick fingers rubbing over his shirt that would need to be washed but he didn't care. Not when those hands were sliding over his stomach causing the muscles to jump when his legs spread wide, wide, wide until his hips protested. Nothing impressive like his flexible husband but he happily arched his lower half up from the chair. Doing so with a whimper as his husband pressed a kiss to his jaw. Nipping at him playfully with hands grabbing at the button of his fly.
Tugging it apart quickly his husband then reached down to squeeze at his crotch tearing yet another whimper out of him when Shouta bit softly at his jaw with that hand squeezing. It was comforting. Good, good, good. He expected this to go on much longer but had his husband prepped himself already? Is that what took him so long in the bathroom? He knew his husband liked to empty himself out before sex, but had he also prepped himself with his fingers?
He wanted to ask but God, he couldn't bring himself to care when that hand was sliding over his crotch. Fingers grabbing the zipper to tug it down. And even if it hadn't been very long, the relief had him moaning out with his head falling back when fingers tugged at the waistband of his boxers. His hips arching up when fingers brushed over his pelvis with fingers fanning through the pubic hairs there. Reaching down to wrap around his erection which was then tugged out of his boxers.
The head clinging to his wet boxers clinging as his husband worked him out gently. He blinked then when that capture weapon slid over his thighs to pin them down to the chair, forcing him to sit. And his husband gave a lazy stroke to his erection that brushed over his piercings. It had pleasure pooling into his stomach when the black-haired man then let go. Turning to the bed, he watched with a squirm as the gold wrapper was picked up and ripped into.
The slippery ring being tugged out when his husband turned to him with lube dripping off of it. It was pressed to the head of his erection then smoothed down his erection while being mindful of his piercings. Careful. Gentle. He squirmed when the end was tugged into place at the base when his husband then shifted. Kicking at his boots awkwardly, tugging his feet free one at a time before then stepping out of his jumpsuit. His hero costume kicked away in a heap behind them when the black-haired man then stepped forward.
He was beautiful. Stunning. Shouta then shuffled forward to straddle his waist with feet sliding over the floor and hands on his shoulders. Steadying himself with hips arched up high when hands left his shoulders. Was he ready? Really? He wouldn't doubt if his husband rushed it, but he couldn't find his air to question it. He sucked in a sharp breath when his erection was tugged at, Held away from his stomach with his husband tugging a cheek open if he had to guess.
He slipped against the black-haired man's hole with a rub that had the both of them groaning. His head falling back at the heat of his husband soaking into him. It was teasing. It was torture in that pleasurable manner. His husband slid his hips to rub himself against him with teeth worrying over that full bottom lip. It had him groaning at the rub against his husband who moved with shaking pants being taken by the both of them. Racing with anticipation. He was burning up.
Insufferably hot under his jacket but it couldn't be taken off properly. Not with his hands cuffed behind him. He tugged with the chain rattling between when he did so only to have Shouta groan at him. Hips working to rub against him when the black-haired man shifted his hips up with the head of his erection pressing against him. He swore he felt that twitch of his hole against him as he lifted his head up only to get lips pressing to his cheek. He loves it. Loves that adoration he felt in that simple pecking kiss.
They hadn't spoken a word to one another, but the words said before were all too clear. He wants this man to drain him dry. Milk him of every drop of come his body possibly had in him. He wants to limp. He wants his dick to ache when they were done. To do it so many times he feared that his piercings would swell. He wants this man to drain him of every damn drop. It would be getting every damn orgasm each had out of them one at a time. He knew his husband's limit was a hard four times in one night.
Four orgasms in one night were a feat for the man but he was determined to get every single one out of him. His own was four, sometimes five times but that came with the painful stings of overstimulation. It wasn't worth it at that point. His husband's hips ground down against him. A playful grind against the head of his erection much to his delight as he rubbed against his hole slickly. Those racing pants of anticipation growing louder as pants fanned over his lips causing them to buzz. Tingle. Gasping.
He wants this man so fucking badly. So bad. He rolled his hips up to grind against that twitching hole when his husband began to press down. A firm press that had him gasping in his pants only for it to fly out on a snapping groan when he let his head fall back again when the head slid into him. Cresting up in volume as Shouta slid himself down, down, down with a keening, needy moan flying out of him. It was a desperate, trilling moan that had him shuddering with his arms jerking to fight against the cuffs carefully.
He didn't want to break them. Didn't want to do that in the slightest bit but God help him if he didn't want to just rip them off. To touch that pale skin before him of his husband's until he was squirming and twisting. He groaned at the thought when the black-haired man slipped down before bottoming out in his lap. Hips rocking down against him with hands coming up to claw at the shoulder pads covering his shoulders. He shuddered with the black-haired man moaned at him with hands clutching at him.
Hips continuing to rock down idly into his lap with that thrilling side to side action. He loves it. A tight movement when a moan flew out of him at how tightly those inner walls clamped down around him. Hard squeezes that had him moaning louder at Shouta who merely shuddered when inner walls clenched around him. Hot. Tight. Ohhhh, it was so fucking hot and tight he felt ready to burst out of his skin. It was so good, so good, so good to be inside of his husband like this.
It was a pleasure that would never not feel new. Not feel blessed to be inside of this man. Hips continued their rocking side to side with hands holding onto his shoulders as thighs trembled. Tensing against his as his husband no doubt pushed off the ground. An awkward spread but the black-haired man had always been flexible. He doubted this stretched him as far as he could be. It had him squirming with capture weapon tightening around his thighs with a squeeze.
A hard squeeze that kept him down slightly with a groan leaving him as he lifted his head up. And arms curled around his shoulders with a hand sinking into his hair with his face tipping up. And he was more than delighted to welcome the touch of those full lips on his where they pressed down fiercely. Sliding against his once, twice, before he moved his own lips to move with Shouta's as those hips continued to rock. Damn near grinding down against him as those inner walls clenched around him.
Giving him a squeeze to get him moaning. He curled his hands into fists to help soothe that desire to touch his husband, but he knew it wouldn't. It couldn't. There was so much of that pale skin that he wanted to touch it all. He wants to caress those trembling thighs and slide his hands along his waist. To bury a hand in those wild black curls of his. He shuddered as his erection twitched at the thought which had those inner walls clenching good. He moaned lowly in his throat at the pleasure pooling into him.
He moved his lips against those full ones giddily with a hard press in compliance with the push on the back of his head with that sharp smack ringing out to fill the quiet. Racing pants fanning onto hot cheeks. The quiet groan of the chair beneath him when he jerked against the capture weapon to raise his hips upwards. His feet hooking around the legs delightedly as he kissed the black-haired man with all the passion he had in him. The desire and lust he were looking for was returned to him, leaving him breathless.
Had their back and forth unlocked something? Had something in the way they spoke minutes ago gotten his husband hot? He'd have to ask. He really wanted to ask but he had better things to focus on. Better things to do with his time when his husband rocked down into his lap. Inner walls clenching tightly around him as he rocked his hips up awkwardly against his husband who moaned encouragingly at him. He jerked at his cuffs delightedly when the nails scratched at his head.
Tugging on his hair that had his back arching from the back of the chair. Huffing out sharply through his nose as he slid his lips against his husband's hungrily which was returned to him without so much as a second thought from his husband. A desire that was answered effortlessly. And then his husband was lifting his hips up much to his delight. It had him sucking in a sharp breath that then flew out on a moan when his husband dropped down. A hard drop that had the chair creaking beneath them with a protest.
God if it didn't have him moaning encouragingly at his husband. His husband pushed himself up then dropped down again. Lips sliding with that identical hunger against his when the black-haired man lifted himself up then came down with that same strength. It had him moaning eagerly at Shouta who then began to bounce himself shallowly on him; up and down, up and down, up and down. Bouncing shallowly on him with that slick squelching ringing out rhythmically with each downwards drop that had him moaning.
Squirming. The capture weapon tightening around his thighs like a seatbelt; keeping him down in the chair with no hope of moving properly but dammit if he didn't want too. He swore this man was going to be the death of him. He huffed through his nose as lips slid against his with a desire that had his skin simmering with heat. A lust that had his heart thudding against his chest as his husband continued to bounce himself shallowly. Coming down hard with the weight of him dropping into his lap causing the chair to squeak.
It was hot. Hot, hot, hot. He jerked at his cuffs that bit into his wrists as he moaned delightedly at Shouta who moaned happily back. An ecstatic sound that had his stomach dropping out with his hips squirming while his husband bounced himself quickly. Shallowly. Coming down in his lap with firm hits that had his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks. God, he can't get enough of this man. There was never enough time in the day or night to love this man properly. He wants nothing more than to hold him.
Then to wrap his arms around him. To hold his hips, his ass, and coax him to move faster. To come up higher. But he didn't want to rush his husband; the last thing he wanted to do was speed this along faster, but he was eager. Painfully, unbelievably eager for more, more, more. His husband continued his shallow bouncing on him with the hard hits down into his lap. It had him moaning desperately at the black-haired man who moaned back ecstatically with arms tightening around him.
Nails dragging over his scalp as his husband bounced quickly in his lap with lips sliding against his passionately. Desire. Lust. It was hard to tell which was more prevalent in the kiss but he didn't mind it one bit as he returned the emotions as they came. Crushing his lips against his husband's desperately with hair being squeezed to his husband's fist. A sharp pull that had his back arching with a snapping groan leaving him. He could imagine how those black curls bounced around his husband's shoulders with hands holding onto him.
There was a heat sizzling through his damn veins that left him squirming. His hips twitching to thrust shallowly upwards with another of those ecstatic, encouraging moans flying out of his husband who clutched tightly at him. Hips sliding down quickly on him when he thrusted up to meet that downwards thrust with a slap. It had his husband whining at him when he began to thrust cautiously upwards with his feet pressing into the floor. Pushing off to aid his thrusts as his husband bounced quickly.
He gave a few clumsy thrusts before he began to snap his hips upwards to meet Shouta's speed. His strength. It had the chair wobbling beneath him with that light creaking but it happily went ignored. Fuck, Shouta was moving fast. Fucking him like his life depended on it. As if he were truly intent on draining him of every damn drop he had in him by making him come faster than usual. His erection throbbed at the thought with a twitch following it causing inner walls to clench tightly.
Clamping down so hard around his aching erection with that head soaking into him to get him moaning deafeningly with ecstasy at his husband. Ohhh, it had him snapping up into his husband who whimpered enthusiastically. Holding onto him fervently with hands holding onto his hair gave another sharp yank that had sparks racing down his back. His hips snapping up in a frenzy that matched his husband's quick speed he used with moans spilling out of the both of them.
It was deafening that quiet creaking of the chair beneath them. The light slap of his husband's ass hitting his leather clad thighs awkwardly around that capture weapon. The squelches punctuating each bouncing thrust given. The racing, harsh pants fanning onto hot cheeks with the chain rattling as his hands tugged at the cuffs. The moans, groans, whines and whimpers leaving the both of them effortlessly. It had him shuddering with his back arching from the chair when he tugged again at the cuffs.
Causing the chain to strain itself with a rattle. Fuck him, he wants to touch this man. He wants to touch him so badly. He can't deny he was a little worked up after watching his husband fuck himself with his own fingers. When he rolled over to show off that erection against his stomach. Shouta knew what he was doing. He knew it from the moment they started this scene even if he did get a bit choked up. There was something so thrilling about losing himself to a roleplay when it came to his husband.
When it came to playing different roles together to get the other off. He rolled his wrists before tugging at his cuffs which merely had the chain rattling once more as his husband bounced on him. Lips crushed against his own slid fervently against his which he happily moved along with as he snapped his hips up with shallow thrusts of his own. Meeting his husband's downwards drops as his arms ached lightly from their cuffed position behind him.
He ignored it as he snapped his hips up to meet those drops perfectly which had his husband moaning at him. Ecstatically. It was a sound to send shivers down his back in response as he clung to the black-haired man. Fuck! It was so good. He shuddered with hips snapping up as his husband bounced himself quickly on him before breaking the kiss to throw his head back with a cry. And he leaned in to kiss at his throat giddily with his husband huffing with hands twisting into his hair to hold onto him with a whimper.
Bouncing so fast, fast, fast with hips slamming down against him. He was absolutely delighted to keep meeting those drops with his husband clinging onto him when he nipped at his Adam's Apple which bobbed when he then placed a light kiss to it. He could do this all night. Live this scene all night long until he was exhausted tomorrow. He'd let this man milk him of every bit of come inside of him if that's what made him happy. He snapped his hips up with a new strength that had his husband shouting with such delight.
It had him shuddering with a huff as he scraped his teeth over the juncture of his neck. Right where it gave way to his shoulder when the black-haired man dropped down harder. Flying upwards higher, higher, higher much to his delight then dropping downwards with a hard drop down to get him moaning at the black-haired man. Up and down, up and down, up and down his husband bounced with curls tickling his face as they bounced. Black locks trembling and swaying as he kissed at the side of his husband's neck.
He was in Heaven, he was sure of it. It had him moaning at his husband who merely held onto him with a moan of his own. Hands clutching then yanking at his hair had him shouting with hips jumping up in a frenzy. Frantically thrusting into his husband who whined delightedly as he snapped up with hips moving to match his frantic thrusts. He was melting. The heat of his husband was soaking into him as the black-haired man lifted himself up higher to break that shallow depth then diving down.
Dropping into his lap without fail to get him moaning at he black-haired man who whined and twisted against him. He could feel how hard his husband was; he was throbbing between their stomachs with his hips angled forward to thrust against his stomach where that erection dragged over his shirt. Grinding the weeping head into his stomach with a moan as a shiver ran down his back. Shameless. What a shamelessly moaning, whining, whimpering mess his husband was and he fucking loves it.
He couldn't stop himself from moaning into the side of his husband's neck where he nipped playfully at him as his husband bounced on him. He hated that he couldn't touch him. That he couldn't caress that pale skin but it was more than fair. He knew his husband would let him touch him soon. Or would he keep him cuffed all night? After all, his "mercy" was having him. If their roleplay went on further than he'd be more than happy to continue playing his role.
He just hoped his husband took his cuffs off or at the very least to cuff his hands in front of him so he can touch him. He snapped his hips up eagerly to bury himself into Shouta again, again, again. Anything to keep himself in that heat as that voice howled in the back of his head to dive into him. To meet him halfway to shove himself back into that tight clenching heat. A hard squeeze was given that had had him howling out with the black-haired man moaning at him.
Ohhh, this man was going to be the death of him. He was going to die the happiest man alive. Biting down playfully at that juncture, his husband whimpered at him with a pleading note but he refused to. It was too high up even if his jumpsuit covered it. He refused to toe that line with his husband tonight unless he got the express permission to do it. And so he bit back the urge to mark up that pretty shoulder of his husband's. Choosing to instead dragged his teeth over the spot.
Loving how his husband gasped with a squirm with his hips swinging forward to thrust between their stomachs. Bouncing himself faster with a sense of urgency bubbling between the both of them. He leaned back then with his back hitting the chair as he admired the sight before him. The sight of those wild black curls swaying and bouncing against his husband's shoulders and back. Flying around them to brush at red cheeks as his mouth hung open with his rasping pants.
Black lashes fluttering on red cheeks with brows squeezing tightly together with a wrinkle forming between. As if he had to concentrate on the pleasure bubbling between the both of them effortlessly. As if he had to focus on making him feel good. On both of them feeling good. It had him moaning at the thought as he let his gaze wander down his husband's soft flushed chest where nipples stood to attention. Harder than anything when he let his gaze drop down to his stomach with a huff.
Hips swung forward to thrust against his shirt that was soaked with the pre-come dribbling onto it. A shameless dripping but he didn't mind it whatsoever. He could throw it in the wash or he could find the other white shirt in their closet that he kept as a backup. Pre-come bubbled along the slit only to drip onto Shouta's stomach. Onto his shirt. The head flushed a soft red as the black-haired man dragged himself against his shirt shamelessly. His mouth hanging open wider with a moan spilling out of him.
He was beautiful. His husband was easily he most beautiful man in the fucking world right now. The sexiest man he would ever lay eyes on his lifetime. He couldn't get enough of gawking at his husband who was so focused on making the both of them feel good. So focused on the pleasure that was pooling into his stomach like a magma that had him hotter than anything. God, he didn't know what he did to get so lucky as to have Shouta but he sure as fuck wouldn't squander it. He wouldn't take him for granted.
Not ever. He snapped his hips up fast, fast, fast to match the speed of his husband's bouncing while he tried to come up harder. Anything to give his husband the pleasure he was focusing so intently on as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast. Coming down hard, hard, hard. He was melting away with his hair swaying against his back and clinging to his clammy cheeks annoyingly. He was so glad he hadn't put on his directional speaker. The last thing he needed was to accidentally blow out his husband's ears.
To accidentally use his speaker. He slammed himself up into his husband who huffed in his pants with arms tightening around him. Hands yanking at his hair tearing a keening moan out of him as his husband slammed himself down hard as he dared then swung his hips up. Careless swings of his hips that were lifting higher and higher. Flying up and down as hands clutched at their fistfuls of his hair much to his delight. And then black lashes trembled before raising upwards with a dark gray and rich black eye focusing on him.
Only seeing out of one, he shuddered at that blazing gaze settling onto him. Locking onto his eyes which he happily looked back into without so much as a flinch. There was never anything he loved more than when he was fucking this man and they met gazes. It always made sex so much better. Hotter. And he happily looked into those dark eyes with his hands tugging desperately at his cuffs with panting breaths intermingling. He didn't need to ask. Didn't need to breathe a word for him to know what he wants.
He opened his mouth up much like his husband's who flew in. The tip of his tongue sliding over his lower lip as they panted raggedly before that tongue dipped into his mouth. Lips coming down on his hard as he moved his tongue in an overeager movement that had his piercing clicking off of his teeth but he didn't mind it. Not one bit when his husband's tongue was meeting him halfway with a rub against his. The tip of his tongue flicking then nudging at the metal ball of his piercing before swirling around it.
His husband never made his love for his piercing a secret. From the time he got it to now, the black-haired man had always delighted in playing with it. It's what made their French kisses all the better. Slamming his hips up to meet those hard drops down, he moaned into the kiss with a surprising volume that had his husband twitching. Jerking at the sound with hands tightening in his hair before tugging fiercely at it with the black-haired man groaning back at him.
A low, guttural sound leaving his husband breathlessly as hips worked to move faster. Coming down harder against him as his hips swung carelessly with his wild bouncing that left him squirming. Twisting in his chair with his hips slamming up against his husband who squirmed against him. Twisting against him in a way that made him want to hold him close. To rip those cuffs off and touch that feverish skin of his but he refused. If his husband wanted him cuffed then he'd remain cuffed.
He would deal with it the best he can if that's the plan for tonight. Slamming his hips up to strike against his husband, he twisted his tongue with his. Rubbing, massaging, sliding. He kept his lips crushed fervently to his husband's full ones as he admired their plushness. How they fit perfectly against his own. It had him shuddering with his hands jerking to tug at the cuffs. He wants nothing more touch him but he'd get his chance. He knew he would.
Slamming upwards giddily, he loved the moan that flew out of his husband in response. Holding onto him tightly with another sharp yank on his hair as that tongue twisted with his. The tip of it flicking at his piercing playfully with a groan when he shuddered. His back arching from the chair as he slammed himself into that tight, clenching heat that squeezed so fucking good around him. It had him damn near drooling at how fucking good this was. Oh, oh, his husband was the embodiment of sexiness.
Of beauty. There was no one who could compare. He just knew tomorrow they'd giggle over the dialogue of tonight and pick it apart playfully. Just like they had with their roleplay last year. He slammed himself up into that clenching heat that spasmed and squeezed around his throbbing erection when it twitched. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. He kept up the strength in his thrusts while that capture weapon squeezed his thighs but he refused to pay it mind.
Refused to focus on it when all that mattered was thrusting up into that clenching heat of his husband's. In meeting his wild bouncing thrust for thrust the best that he can. There was nothing that mattered then making himself and his husband feel good. Fuck, he could feel that fluttering coming faintly in his lower stomach. God, he felt so fucking good. Shouta always knew how to make him feel good when he was riding him with such ferventness. When he was being ridden like he was on a charging horse.
It had him moaning at the thought when he felt a droplet of saliva welling in the corner of his mouth. A result from the fervent movements of his tongue against Shouta's. It was hard to swallow when he was moving his tongue to rub against his husband's. When he was flicking, rolling, twisting his tongue with Shouta's. He could feel it trembling in its place before rolling down his chin but God if he didn't care about the itchy line left behind. How it dripped sluggishly down his chin to drip off somewhere.
He slammed himself up fervently into his husband when the capture weapon across his thighs was slithering away much to his surprise. He didn't mind its tight squeeze but it left him free. Free to pound himself up into his husband who moaned deafeningly at him. He jerked his hips up to slam properly into Shouta who bounced up lightly with a keening moan spilling out of the man when he jerked at the cuffs again. They were beloved cuffs that he'd bought two years ago to cancel his quirk.
God if he didn't want them off. He pounded fast, fast, fast into his husband who clutched at his hair then yanked at it hard. Hips dropping down to mimic his new pounding rhythm of his. The slap of his skin against his leather clad thighs was deafening over the quiet background music he had playing. Something slow, sexy, off of his playlist he'd affectionately nicknamed for the bedroom. His nails bit into his palms with huffing pants being taken that fanned over hot cheeks.
His own were throbbing lightly from the force of his blush when the black-haired man moaned at him again. The slick squelches of their fast, hard speed ringing out to punctuate each thrust given. The light squeak and groan of the chair beneath him that promised to give out if they went any harder. And fuck if it wasn't tempting to fuck this man in this chair until it fell apart. Until it was no longer usable. Until it had been rendered to pieces because of the harsh treatment being given to it.
He pounded up into his husband who slammed himself down hard into his lap with finger nails clawing at his scalp followed by a hard yank on his hair to get his back arching away from the back of the squeaking chair. He listened to the crisp slap of his leather pants against his husband's feverish skin. It was a rhythmic slapping that kept him going. Had him utterly mesmerized as he slammed into that tight clenching heat that had that voice howling in the back of his head.
Ordering him to bury himself into the black-haired man the second he was lifting up. He meet those downwards drops the best he could with huffing pants being taken by the both of them. Tongues twisting together to rub and massaged against one another. Huffing pants fanning over his cheek as his husband bounced himself wildly with hard slams down that had his hips wavering. Threatening to drop when he met halfway but God there was something so hot about tonight. Kinky.
He had not a problem if his husband wanted to milk him dry tonight. In fact, he welcomed it. He'd fuck this man all night long if that's what he needed from him. Nezu be damned, he'd take the talk of harlotry. Of their limps. He'd happily be sent home if that's what it took to get this man to fuck him until he was wrung dry of all his come. He wants to fuck him again, again, again and then for the last time he'd make love to him. There was nothing he loved more than those overstimulated tears of his husband's during it.
A result that always came after the third round. When his husband would sob and wail that he couldn't do it again as he stroked him towards an orgasm as he made love to him. There was something so addicting about it. Something that turned him on like nothing fucking else and much to his surprise, Shouta agreed. It had him huffing his pants through his nose desperately with hands holding onto him while his own curled into tight fists with nails biting into his palms.
Digging into them with his hands jerking to tug at the cuffs when his husband thrusted against his stomach. His erection throbbing erratically, he couldn't help a groan at how shamelessly his husband thrusted against his stomach. Between that tight space. It had him shuddering with a bolt of heat spearing his stomach as he twisted his tongue with his husband's. Rubbing together slickly, he felt an arm uncurl from around his shoulders as his husband bounced wildly.
Hard hits down that matched his swings upwards with a crisp slap of leather against the black-haired man's skin with a moan spilling out of the both of them in unison. A trembling sound as his husband's tongue massaged itself to his when he undulated his up. Rubbing the bottom ball of his piercing across the top of Shouta's tongue which earned him a throaty moan. He twisted his hands in his cuffs restlessly with that ache begging him not to tug. He wanted too.
He wants to rip these cuffs off so he can touch his waist. His back. To twist those soft black curls around his fingers while his husband bounced on him. It had the chair groaning and squeaking beneath him as he dug his back into the backing of the chair with hips snapping up. He pressed his feet fervently to the floor as he snapped his hips up. Diving into that tight clenching heat that had him groaning into the kisses. He was burning up.
Burning, burning, burning hotter than anything when he felt the back of his husband's hand brushing, hitting, against his stomach rhythmically. Jerking himself off. Ohhh, it had him moaning deafeningly at the reality of that rhythmic hitting against his stomach when he pulled back from the kisses with a trail of saliva connecting their tongues together. He forced his heavy lashes up further with his gaze flicking down. Watching that hand fly over his husband's erection wildly much like his bouncing.
There was something fucking fascinating about watching his husband jerk himself off while he fucked him. It had his thighs tensing with his head falling back with a moan as the chair squeaked lightly. He pounded his hips upwards against his husband who moaned at him with such lewdness it had his heart thudding. It had him squirming with his hands tugging uselessly at the cuffs that kept them bound behind him. He tried to focus on his thrusts as his husband bounced himself fast. Coming down hard.
What he'd give to break free and pin this man onto the floor. Shove his knees up to his chest with his hands clawing at the carpet for a hold only to find none other than him. To watch this man squirm and twist with his legs shaking in their bent up position against his stomach and chest. Fuck, it was a hot thought. One that had him groaning out loud at his husband who leaned forward slightly with that remaining arm tightening around him. That hand flying over his dripping erection fast, fast, fast in time with his bouncing.
Black curls swaying then flying around that red face of his. He was so fucking beautiful he couldn't stop staring. He was so, so lucky. So lucky he got to have this beautiful man who was clenching around him so fucking tight it had him throwing his head back on a howl. A deafening burst of volume that had his husband whining as he bounced himself, but God knows it could be louder. So much louder. The slick squelches punctuating each thrust, each drop, was deafening over the soft music playing.
Lips fluttered down his throat with a nip at his Adam's Apple. It had him shuddering with his back arching as he kept his head back. Welcoming the thought of those blunt teeth to dig into his throat; mark it up with the soft blue hickey's he would no doubt leave behind. However, teeth just nipped playfully at him while his husband bounced himself to match his pounding speed. He huffed desperately with his thighs shaking wen his feet pressed themselves to the floor despite thier twisted position around the chair legs.
Panting raggedly when he lifted his head up to meet that dark gaze locked onto him. Admiring the light swell to his husband's lips from their fervent kisses. The way his mouth hung open and his brows squeezed together when he pounded up into that clenching heat. Was he close already? Was his husband going come soon? It had him shuddering with his hips moving desperately. Jerking himself up into that clenching heat that squeezed him so fucking good.
It was squeezing, clenching, clamping down around his throbbing erection so fucking good he swore that the heat was soaking into him. Soaking into his core as the damned chair squeaked beneath them rhythmically. He huffed when his husband leaned in to nip at his earlobe. Moaning into his ear lowly had shivers racing down his back as his husband's hips moved faster, faster, faster. Coming down harder, harder, harder into his lap with his hair flying around his shoulders to tickle his jaw.
His neck. He shuddered when his husband sucked his earlobe into his ear with another of those low, choked moans leaving the man as he jerked at his cuffs desperately with a gasp. He squirmed desperately with his hips pounding up hard, hard, hard to nudge the black-haired man lightly into the air. Moans spilling shamelessly out of his husband one after another that he found himself copying. Low moans that had him shuddering with them so close to his ear as his earlobe was suckled gently.
Teeth nibbling around his piercings lining it. Gentle clicks ringing out as his husband swirled his tongue around his earlobe before popping off. The tip of his tongue was then used to trace along the shell of his ear sending shivers down his back. Squirming when he nibbled just above his double helix before nipping sharply at it. Ohhhh, his husband wasn't playing fair. Not fair at all. That fluttering in his stomach stirred once more before it began to settle into him with a spark forming in his lower stomach.
A flickering coal that had him gasping with his hips pounding up to chase after that renewed pleasure. A renewed fire beneath his skin that had him clawing at his palms with the desire to touch his husband's waist. Slid his hands along his sides or his back as he rode him with such fervor with a whimper leaving the man as his shoulder thudded against his rhythmically with his fast stroking. Oh, oh, it was so fucking hot. So hot that it had his skin blistering with heat.
He squirmed with hips jumping frantically to meet the frantic, frenzied speed of his husband's. Matching that hard hit down with hard thrusts upwards when his husband bit down sharply on the tip of his ear. It had shivers racing down his back that arched from the back of the chair with a gasp as his husband panted into his ear with fingers tightening in his hair. Tugging at them tearing a moan out of him as his hips jumped in response to that hard yank. The sparks that rushed under his skin leaving him hot, hot, hot.
Shuddering as the black-haired man riding him so fervently it had his legs shaking. His hands twisting, jerking, pulling to get free but the buckled straps on the cuffs refused to give. It had him whining shrilly at his husband who merely whimpered back with hips dropping down hard into his lap with a slap of his ass against his leather clad thighs. Ohhh, he didn't know how long he was expected to last but this was the fucking best. Absolutely amazing when his husband gasped with his back arching.
Forcing their chests to press together tightly with hips dropping faster. Sliding up to wiggle then slamming down with a gasp when inner walls clamped tightly around him. A hard squeeze that had him fighting the urge to throw his head back as a burst of a moan left him. A keening, needy sound that had him twitching to hear his voice clawing higher, higher, higher. Louder. It had his husband moaning lowly at him then when he took a shuddering breath that then fanned out over his ear in a rush.
"Yo-You gonna cum for me, hero? Wa-Wanna fill me up wi-with your cum, huh? Mmmmm! Ah! 'm gonna fuck you dry 'til you can't take it anymore! Ah! Ohhh, fuck! Fuck! Cu-Cum for me? Cum in me, Mic!" There was a frantic note to his husband's voice as his hips jumped up and down. Slamming, thrusting, pounding. Needing, needing, needing. "Co-Come on, you know you want to! Sho-Show me how good it feels! Show me ho-how much you like fuckin' me! Fill me up, Mic!"
He couldn't force himself to focus. Not when his toes were curling in his boots tightly with his thighs shaking as they spread slightly with his feet pressing into the legs of the chair. Wrapped around them as his legs shook with that spark twisting tightly into his stomach. It him gasping as his husband bounced, bounced, bounced away at him with hips slamming down. His ass slapping off of his leather clad thighs as he clawed at his palms. It was a fluttering, twisting rush that had his thighs shaking as they began to tense up on him.
Wanting. Ohhh, he wants so badly to do it. Pounding up into his husband, inner walls clenched tightly around him with a heat that had him blistering. Pounding at his husband desperately with heaving gasps being taken as he clawed at his palms before curling hands into fists that trembled. His word was a blistering hot spot where nothing mattered than making his husband come. In coming himself. It was hot, hot, hot. A spiraling, deepening heat that clawed beneath the surface of his skin that begged for relief.
It had his head falling back with a shout as his eyes rolled back on him with lashes fluttering down onto his hot cheeks. His brows squeezing together as his mouth hung open with racing pants as his husband's arm moved to stroke himself fast. Fast like those bounces of his as his eyes screwed up with glasses slipping down his nose. Moaning at his husband who merely groaned back at him with that arm flying between them. He was teetering. Clawing his way up that mountain to the peak so fast he could hardly comprehend it.
He raced to the cresting peak only to find himself wobbling and teetering on that edge quicker than he anticipated. Faster than he'd like. His world a burning spot where nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. God, there was something so good about hearing that husky voice calling him by his hero name. Something fucking hot about it that he couldn't get enough of. He pounded up into that clenching heat that seemed to grow tighter. Tightly squeezing around him for all their worth as he chased that pleasure.
Chased after the spark twisting into his lower stomach when he wriggled his hips then snapped up. And ohhh, it had his husband howling. Had him shouting out deafeningly above him with his hips jerking down. His prostate? It had him groaning when inner walls clamped down fervently around him while he pounded up into him. Using all the strength he dared to use while his husband jerked against him with a rasping gasp that flew out on another cry. And he pounded into that spot again, again, again.
Getting his husband twisting and jerking around him with the black-haired man pounding down. Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing away at him. And he twisted eagerly with fingers yanking at his hair sending a bolt of pleasure down his back. Then his husband was wailing out with hips slamming faster, faster, faster only to stiffen up when he bottomed out with inner walls spasming then clamping down. And he. Was. Done. He was falling over that metaphorical edge harder than he thought he would.
He howled out with his hips pounding up against his husband as his shaking thighs tensed. Tingles rushing up them where they pooled into his stomach to explode into it with an orgasm that rattled his very bones. His eyes rolling back behind his fluttering eyelids as his howl crested upwards in volume as his erection throbbed. Damn near pulsing with each spurt of come leaving him as inner walls throbbed around him. Milking him for another spurt. Another gush of come to leave him.
He could feel the hot spurts of come landing on his shirt that soaked into the fabric as he tensed up with his husband. Hips rocking together tightly with huffing pants fanning over his throat with whimpers flying out of his husband. Nearly mewling into his throat with that hand in his hair tightening on it. A firm squeeze that had sparks racing down his back. He was drowning. Drowning under the white-hot heat that slammed over his head leaving him a shaking mess.
Choking under the weight as that white-hot heat ripped into him. Like a pack of animals tearing him apart from the inside out. That heat twisted under his skin as his howl choked into a guttural, rasping sound as his hands rolled and tugged. Yanking at his cuffs desperately with a choked sound leaving him again with a guttural groan leaving his husband as his hips rocked down against him. Line after line of come pumped onto his shirt that clung to his skin wetly but he didn't mind it at all.
His own erection throbbing, pulsing, with inner walls clamping down tightly around him. And God if it didn't feel good. So good, so good. Suspended in that white-hot state was an eternity. A lifetime. He was choking, choking, choking under that slamming heat as his hips ground up against his husband frantically. Trying to rock his way through it when he then felt that heat rushed under his skin. Lapping at him as those ragged waves washed over him before ebbing out. Breathe.
He needs to breathe but the air seemed stuck in his lungs. In his chest. When that heat rushed out of him with clawing nails, he slumped in his chair with a rasping gasp. Opening his eyes up then forcing them to focus on the ceiling above him. The fluttering of his orgasm remained through him much to his delight as his erection twitched in a volley with hips grinding weakly to aid that final spurt leaving him. Sighing out with a tinge of relief, his husband moaned into his throat when hips came to a stop.
The hand in his hair making its way out of it when his husband sighed out into his throat before kissing at him. Pulling away to sit upright when he raised his head up to stare at the flushed man before him. He whined when inner walls spasmed around his twitching erection when his husband then shifted slightly. Lifting his hips up slowly, carefully, he glanced down to watch himself slipping out of his husband with a vulgar squelch. Shouta then shuffled out of his lap onto shaking legs to stumble behind him.
And God, it was a relief like none other to have those cuffs taken off his wrists. It had him groaning as he brought his arms forward to stretch them out. His husband made his way back around the chair when he glanced up at that flushed face once more. And then the cuffs were dropped to the floor with his husband's hands reaching for his face. He happily tipped his face up as he pressed his lips to those full ones when he fought the urge to drag Shouta on his lap.
Instead, he shifted forward with his feet unhooking from around the chair legs to stand upwards. His legs shook as his hands reached down to tug the condom off of himself as he slid his lips with Shouta's. Sweet. Breathless. Kisses that had him eager for another slide of his husband's lips against his as he tugged the filled condom off of his softening dick. He then pulled back from the kisses to turn to the trash as his fingers worked to tie off the condom.
The slick rubber squelching and snapping at his fingers when he cursed under his breath. Getting a knot into it, he tossed the filled thing off. Then he turned to his husband with his arms reaching around his waist to lift the black-haired man up. Swinging him through the air as a yelp left the man when he planted his husband on the bed. Nudging his way between his legs with dark eyes widening at him with full lips parting silently. Watching him with that euphoric glow settling into his face. His eyes.
He then leaned down to kiss at his jaw with his hands sliding along the black-haired man's thighs. Trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm no doubt when hands came up to push at his jacket. Working it from his shoulders to which he happily pulled his hands away from trembling thighs to get his jacket off. He kissed at his husband's jaw with lips pressing to his chin before standing upwards to grab his soaked shirt to flip over his head carefully.
Mindful of his hearing aids and glasses, he got the soaked shirt up and to the floor without rubbing come into his hair thankfully. Tossing it to the floor with those dark mismatched eyes roaming over him when hands reached out to touch his chest. He leaned forward to hover over the man where he kissed at that red cheek. He slid his hands along a trembling thigh that pressed against his waist when lips pressed to his own cheek. Moving to kiss at the bridge of his nose when he giggled breathlessly.
His husband slid his hands along his chest over his nipples. Rubbing at him with legs coming up to curl around his waist as he kissed at his husband's face. Covering it with the adoring kisses it deserved when he pulled backwards to look down into that lovely face. A brilliant red that glowed up at him with eyes sparkling up at him when he kissed the tip of his nose. Causing it to scrunch up, he cooed down at the black-haired man who merely kissed at his face.
He had not a clue if the roleplay was over yet but he was more than content to kiss at his husband's face. Pressing his lips to red cheeks and the tip of that nose that scrunched so adorably. He shifted slightly before kicking at his boots. Stepping on the heels then tugging his feet free, his husband slid himself up with curled legs around his waist tugging at him. He happily crawled upwards onto the bed awkward to lay out on his husband's chest. Kissing at that red face adoringly before nuzzling his lips and nose into his cheek.
God, does he love this man. He happily nuzzled at the black-haired man who slid his hands along his back. Stroked his hair gently. And then the most special thing his husband could ever do occurred. He hummed. It was along with the song they had playing but his husband was humming. It was a hoarse, husky sound as the black-haired man kissed at his face and stroked his hair and back. Hands holding him close with legs tightening around his waist. He was more than happy to stay right here.
And as he leaned in to cover those full, kiss swollen lips with his he felt lucky. Damned lucky to have this man as his husband. He was more than willing to continue the roleplay but for right now he was content. Happy to simply be Shouta and Hizashi without the needed confirmation as he kissed his husband who returned that sweetness. The night had just begun but God if he wasn't excited to see where it took him. If they continued the roleplay so be it. He was more than excited to spend the night loving this man.