"How does that feel? Does it feel alright for you?"

"It feels perfect. "

"And do you remember the rules for tonight? Do you know what you're going to do for me, kitten?" Ah, it sent a shiver down Shouta's back at the use of the nickname when fingers trailed over his skin lightly. Teasingly. It had him swaying on his knees when he met that heated gaze with the blonde tilting his head slightly at him. Fingers trailing over his collar bones around the rope delicately. "What's our color system? Our safe word?"

"Th-The rules are that I tell you if it becomes too much and I'm not to lie! I need to tell you the truth and let you know where I'm at!" His husband smiled softly at him when fingers drifted over his jaw to tilt his face up when the blonde then raised his brows. Waiting for him to continue when he wriggled his bound arms out of instinct with a breath leaving him. "Green is good, yellow is to give a minute, and red is to stop! An-And our safe word is emerald!"

"Good boy." It sent another shiver down his back when the blonde smiled warmly at him with all the pride in the world. It had his heart skipping against his chest as his blood thrummed through his veins. Buzzing. Weightless. All that mattered was having that pride aimed at him; all that mattered was being good. So his husband would be proud of him. Reward him. Be happy with him. "And you know that you're alright to say the safe word whenever you want, right? If it becomes too much you let Daddy know, right, kitten?"

"Yes! I tell Daddy if it becomes too much!" He loves it. He absolutely fucking loves this and there's nothing that could be better. It was one of their lighter scenes, but he was melting into his role faster than he thought he would. When was the last time they had a proper scene? When was the last time that they had time for one? It had him melting. Eager. Excited. He turned his head to kiss at the pads of those fingers before smiling at his husband. "I'm a good boy for Daddy, right? Right?"

The blonde smiled at him with that warm pride when he leaned in with hands resting on his shoulders. And he squirmed happily when the blonde kissed his forehead gently before pulling back then kissing the tip of his nose with unmistakable adoration. Noses nuzzling together had him smiling widely when the blonde pulled back with that adoration shining in his gaze. "You are a very good boy, kitten! Now how about you continue being good and tell Daddy what your color is?"

"Green."

"That's my good boy!"

He felt perfect. His airy, breathless tone had spoken volumes as his knees dug into the bed to keep from toppling over the edge. The ropes bit comfortingly into his skin; just enough pressure against his skin that pulled taut when he squirmed. When he arched into them. His arms were bound together with hands resting against his forearms with the tight squeeze of that silky rope keeping him from breaking free. His head spun lazily with a rush that washed over him again and again when he wriggled.

When he strained against the rope to see if he could find a give only to find none. His hair was tugged up into a high ponytail to keep his hair away from his shoulders. Out of his face. He glanced up at the blonde's face where he focused as fingers trailed over his jaw gently. Down his throat gently where fingers tugged curiously at his ropes before sliding down to his chest. The rope rested against his skin while biting in with that light pressure as they were tugged up then allowed to snap against his skin lightly.

It had his skin buzzing at the light hits. The light snap against his skin as the ropes against his skin. They were doing a new chest harness tonight that his husband hadn't used on him before. If he remembered right, it was called Cross-Chest Box Tie. Two double lines of rope intercross over his collarbones, wrapped beneath his chest, and the middle of upper arms with a large knot in the center of the back. His arms folded over the middle of his back with hands squeezing at his forearms.

It was delightful. Absolutely amazing. He loves it when his husband breaks out their ropes to tie him up. When he was wrapped up in the ropes and held tightly where he couldn't dare find a give in the ropes. It had his blood singing through his veins as his husband slid his fingers beneath the ropes crossing over his collarbones up to his shoulders. Fingers tugging up then letting it snap back against his skin before reaching downwards.

Touching the ropes lining the bottom of his chest with those green eyes watching him. An intensity to them when he swayed forward on his knees with a lazy hum leaving him when the blonde tilted his head at him slightly. It was everything he could have wanted for tonight. In the days following their romp with the priest kink, he'd been euphoric. Happy. He was always happy in the days following a roleplay and this was no different.

If anything, he adored the chance to explore something new with Hizashi. The blonde, of course, playfully teased him about his interest in the kink itself but there was a sparkle to those green eyes while he did so. A playful smile on kiss swollen lips when they'd laid together in the aftermath. Three orgasms would take it out of anyone back-to-back and he'd adored their moments of pillow talk. Hizashi had even hinted at the possibility of him wearing a priest outfit and he hadn't shot it down.

In fact, he'd liked the idea of trying something in a reverse situation with his husband. He could still recall how swollen his lips had been the day after from their passionate kisses. How his cheeks flushed effortlessly in an unmistakable pink blush that plagued him. How his husband had sported his own pink blush and bright smiles. An adoration to the way those eyes had lingered on him. It was a roleplay but God if it didn't make the both of them happy in the aftermath of it.

If he didn't find himself a laughing, snickering mess when they curled on the couch that Sunday morning. Not even Hitoshi's overdramatic scoffs or gags could tear him away from Hizashi as he was held tightly on his lap. Held close to him like he was a treasured thing that needed to be close. Needed to be held properly. He'd adored spending his Sunday being held in his husband's lap before they went about shoveling the snow and slush from the front walkway and driveway.

And God knows their good mood had spanned into Wednesday; four days of absolute bliss with his husband all because of a little roleplay. But he'd been truly happy. Absolutely over the mood to try something new like that and he'd been happy to share it with his husband. The blonde had been touchier than normal, but he couldn't blame the man. Not fully. Not when his own hands had been itching to be closer to Hizashi; to tug the blonde close to him.

To spin the blonde into his arms while said blonde giggled and swayed with him. There was something amazing about having his husband so close but remain untouchable while they were at work. It was blissful. It was amazing. And of course, their Valentine's Day was utterly amazing. Oh, his husband had gone above and beyond the day of to leave him flowers in unsuspecting areas of the school. Of their home.

He'd found it embarrassing but heartwarming that the blonde was willing to do something so sweet for him. By the time they'd met in the car he'd had a small bouquet in his hands while his husband had a much more impressive one in the back seat that he'd left on Hizashi's desk. A present that had the blonde squealing and shrieking all day. He'd put a sparkle to his eyes and a blush to his cheeks. A smile on his lips. All from a simple bouquet of his husband's favorite flowers.

His husband had showered his face in kisses when they'd gotten into the car which he tried to fend off, but he'd been helpless. They'd gone out for dinner that night where his husband had worn a deep blue blouse and tight leather pants with his favorite pair of high heeled boots. Valentine's Day had been absolutely lovely for the both of them and he knew that his husband was planning something for White Friday. A set of plans for the two of them.

He'd been thinking on what they could do, what he wanted, when he realized he had a list of things they could do. A list of things that they could do together, and he was determined to do something with his husband. And so, he tugged their list out of the pillow case and looked over it eagerly for something that they could do. Something that would be good for the both of them. And his eyes had fallen on an option that had him curious; prostate milking.

It wasn't something he'd heard of before but one that he happily searched on the internet. Of course, it was hard to find anything when all that came up were prostate massages and he had not a clue if that was the same thing. But then he'd found a small reddit link where someone had explained what it was. The idea of his husband using his prostate to make him come again and again? That he could keep him hard by grinding into the spot?

It had sent shivers down his back, but he'd been somewhat frustrated by the lack of information about it. All he knew was his husband would be using his prostate against him. He hadn't hesitated when he had mentioned it to his husband more out of curiosity to see if his husband knew what it was. If Hizashi had any information on it as it was written in his elegant hand writing. The blonde had admitted to seeing it in passing but hadn't the faintest clue what it was about.

It was an almost impasse. Neither knowing much about it which led them to email the sex therapist that they had referred to in the beginning of their challenges. It had taken a bit, but the therapist had gotten back to them Friday about an appointment on Saturday. He'd been more than happy about the outcome with the blonde trying to dig up whatever information that he could find on the topic., Anything they could find in general while he had watched over his shoulder.

It was hard to find what they were looking for and it led to them giving up with the agreement they'd talk more about it on Saturday. It was a bit agonizing trying to get through the week without doing more research but how could he when he ran into the same walls? Into the same problems of wanting to know more but getting the same results that weren't giving him much information. He'd been content Friday night watching his husband dress for the radio show before the blonde kissed him goodbye.

He'd antsy. Cagey. He didn't know how he'd get through the night sleeping naturally as he liked to do. And so, he'd taken his medicine. It hadn't taken long to kick in. When he woke the next morning to the light attempting to claw past their curtains it had been Hizashi cuddled up behind him. An arm around his waist with thighs pressed to the backs of his and his husband snoring deafeningly into the side of his neck. He'd been jittery when Hizashi woke to his squirming a round one in the afternoon.

The blonde had squeezed him close before they were turning to face on another. Talking through sign as they inevitably left the bed in preparation for their therapy session that afternoon. He'd been grateful Eri was having her sleep over with his students and that Hitoshi was out of the house. Their appointment had gone according to plan; the therapist had taken her time explaining her knowledge about prostate milking. What she knew about it and how they could go about it properly.

Safely. He'd been more than happy to agree with the woman and Hizashi about making this safe. About doing this properly. After their appointment, with a plan in mind, they had decided they'd do it the following night on Sunday. It was the smartest choice, but he knew he could handle a few orgasms in one night. He didn't know what his husband had planned up his sleeve, but he was more than eager to get to Sunday night. Tonight.

He was tugged out of his thoughts when his husband tugged on his ropes causing him to sway forward with his knees digging into the bed desperately to remain up right. Those green eyes flicking over his face as if trying to read the expression on them. Lips parting slightly when his arms wriggled behind him with hands clutching at his forearms. They'd talked in length about what they were going to do. First, Hizashi agreed to use his fingers just like he'd done the previous time during their roleplay.

Then they'd use the vibrator; the wireless one that he absolutely adored. And then, for their third round, he'd fuck him. It was something that sent shivers down his back at the thought. It had him swaying on his knees that dug desperately into the bed when his own lips parted slightly with those eyes flicking down to his lips. Staring at them with an intensity that had them tingling when he whined quietly in the back of his throat at his husband.

The sound not quite making its way out of him when a shuddering exhale left his husband. Hands reached out to grab his upper arms firmly. Keeping him upright then coaxing him backwards to sit on his heels rather than wobble on his knees a moment more. His husband then lifted his hands upwards to cup his face with thumbs moving over his cheekbones gently as he pressed his face into those soft hands. God, they were so soft. He always loved Hizashi.

That he took such good care of himself. That he used lotion religiously with his showers and tonight was no different. He and Hizashi had both jumped in the shower after dinner where he had happily scrubbed his skin. Where he got to wash those long blonde locks of his delightedly. The citrus scent wafted off of his husband faintly causing him to inhale deeply to drag it down into his lungs. Hands trailed over his upper arms to his elbows gently before reaching down to touch his waist.

He watched his husband's lips parting again with a quiet breath leaving the man. He happily squirmed in his place on his heels when his husband then squeezed at him. Thumbs moving to roll circles into his hips as his thighs pressed together. There was a beauty to his husband that had him utterly transfixed. Had him locked on the blonde before him who then leaned forward with lashes lowering slightly with those green eyes burning at him.

He tilted his head upwards to reveal more of his face to the blonde as his ponytail brushed his skin. And he happily accepted the touch of his husband's lips on his. His lashes fluttered shut only to flutter on his cheeks as he let out a sigh through his nose as he moved his lips with the blonde's delight. Leaning forward off of his heels as he moved his lips against those soft, warm ones that felt so damn good against his. Like warm velvet.

It threatened to melt him to his core as his stomach fluttered airily with his hands gripping at his forearms as he fought the urge to wriggle his arms. To reach out to the blonde. To test the bonds again even if he knew he wasn't getting free. Those soft, warm lips moved against his with a firm press that got his lips tingling. Had his heart skipping wildly in his chest as his back arched slightly with the blonde kissing him with such tender passion that it had his breaths hitching.

It was a gentle passion that he'd recognize anywhere and God if he doesn't fucking love it. If it didn't have him swaying on his knees as his nails scratched at his forearms with the pads of his fingers rubbing over his skin. Trying to fight that desire to touch the blonde before him as he dug his knees into the bed to keep himself up right. Keep himself stable while he moved his lips against Hizashi's with that spark of delight.

Loving the drag of those lips against his own as they began to melt together. Lips molding to shape and curve to one another with hands holding his waist to help keep him stable. To help keep him upright. They squeezed at his waist with thumbs tracing the shape of his hip. The thumb on his left hip tracing the shape of his tattoo; tracing the letters of his name that were scrawled across it. He loved that his husband seemed to adore his tattoo.

After all the tracing of his name on his husband's collar bone tended to drive him crazy. He loves that his husband had gotten his name tattooed on his softly freckled skin without a drop of shame. It was something he absolutely adored. He loved the sight of his name on Hizashi's skin. It was a turn on like nothing else. Moving his lips against his husband's, he wriggled his arms curiously even if he knew there was no getting free. He liked this new harness of his husband's.

He adored the way it squeezed his chest snugly and how it dug into his skin just enough with the silky texture of the rope rubbing his skin lightly. It had his head spinning lightly with that floating sensation he'd recognize anywhere. He loved the feeling of his husband's lips moving with his; caressing against his with that quiet whisper ringing out. Hands sliding along his waist where fingers flicked playfully at the waistband of his boxers.

Sliding along his waist in caresses that had him melting forward with his chest pressing lightly to his husband's. Lips moving against his with that tender passion to get his heart jumping in his chest as his husband squeezed at him with his knees hitting off the edge of the bed causing it to wobble. He knew if he could that his husband would climb into the bed with him. Pin him on his back with his arms bound beneath him and go to town on him.

But he had promised; fingers first then the vibrator. Then his husband would fuck him into this bed with all the strength he would dare to use. The speed. God, it had him whining quietly at the thought as his arms wriggled again with lips sliding against his firmly with that tender passion he adored. That he returned with his own as breaths fanned onto his cheek comfortingly with his fingers gripping at his forearms. The rope bit lightly into his skin and God if it wasn't the best sensation in the world.

If he didn't love every damn moment of it. If he didn't find himself swaying on his knees with his heart thudding against his chest when hands slid back towards his lower back. Sliding up it slightly where fingers lightly touched his arms before sliding down to move his hands in a caress over his ass. Hips pressed tightly together with knees digging into the bed; his into the top of it while his husband's dug into the side of it.

Lips moving against his with that quiet whisper ringing out between them with breaths fanning onto warm cheeks. The tips of his ears stung with the heat of the blush burning there as his husband's hands slid over his again. And again. Rubbing over the curve of it with a reverence that had him sighing out through his nose again before he could stop himself. He shivered when he got an answering sigh from his husband who twisted close to him with hands kneading at his ass firmly.

Hard squeezes that had him shuddering with hands cupping his ass to coax his hips forward for that tight press against his husband. Something he was more than delighted to provide as he pressed himself up tightly against the blonde with his arms wriggling in his bonds as he fought the urge to break free. To throw his arms around his husband any other time like this. But he wanted to be good. He wants nothing more than to be good for his husband who was so willing to give him exactly what he wanted.

It had him squirming with hands continuing to knead at his ass with hard squeezes that had him shuddering with his toes curling tightly. His left foot squirming over the bed with a rustle as his arms wriggled against the ropes curiously. Trying their best to find a give only to find that his husband had tied his arms back securely. Unrelenting. It had a breaths shuddering out of him with his lashes tickling his cheeks as they fluttered against them. God, does he love kissing this man.

He'd always adored kissing Hizashi but tonight felt even better. Maybe it was because his head was swimming with that fog each time his arms strained against the ropes that bit into his skin with their silky texture that always drove him insane. Fuck, he loves it when his husband used his shibari skills on him. Skills that were far more impressive than they'd been the first year. He was in heaven as those lips melted against his that shaped themselves to those thinner ones.

He could stay like this all night long. Bound up by the silky black ropes, the hands kneading comfortingly in rubs over his ass, and the warmth of his husband soaking into him. He wanted to stay just like this without moving a muscle. Without breaking apart. He moved his lips against his husband's with that light smack breaking out intermittently. Breaking up the quiet whispering of their moving lips. Hands kneaded comfortingly at his ass with a strength that had his stomach fluttering.

His thighs pressing together when that ache fluttered lowly in his lower stomach; twisting. Aching. Tingles pooled to his stomach in waves that had him squirming slightly with the blonde holding him impossibly close. Hands kneading at his ass with those firm squeezes to get him squirming against his husband as his arms strained against the ropes. How funny it was that the desire to touch his husband was always made worse when that ability was taken away.

How funny the urge to touch was so strong when his hands and arms were bound behind him. It was amazing how the hindsight seemed to bite him in the ass at just how easily he touched Hizashi during moments like these. It was like a tease. An utter tease. How, once his arms or hands were bound behind him, the itching urge to touch his husband reared its head in him. Far more powerful than anything.

It was a hilarious notion as he kissed the blonde with that tender passion given to him as lips pressed firmly to his which had them tingling. His heart was skipping against his chest with his hands wriggling before gripping at his forearms. The position in which his arms were folded over his lower back was similar to that night when he'd been in the swing during their romp with suspension. It had his stomach fluttering with the pooling tingles, the twisting ache, as his hips pressed tightly to his husbands.

Not a gap of space between them was had much to his delight. The warmth of his husband radiated onto him as hands began to rub over his ass again with lips sliding against his. It was heaven. It was absolutely amazing being at this man's mercy like this. There was absolutely nothing better than this. Moving his lips against Hizashi's with delight, he wriggled his arms and hands instinctively with his back arching slightly to press his chest tighter to Hizashi's.

The quiet whisper of their moving lips being broken up by the light smack as breaths fanned warmly onto his hot cheek. His hands curling into loose fists that held onto his forearms instinctively. Like they were his only anchor. He loves being kissed like this; when there was a quiet urgency to the way they pressed to his yet remained idle in their speed. In the way that they slid against his. A tender passion indeed and he adores it. He wanted nothing more than to roll his hips forward.

To grind against his husband. But he needed to be good. He wants to be good for his husband. He'd just received a praise from the blonde, and he wasn't going to squander it. Not by a long shot. If Hizashi said he was being good, then goddammit he was going to continue being good. Even if it means he doesn't move until his husband said he could. Until he got that silent or spoken permission from the blonde. Until he got it, he wasn't going to move a muscle out of turn.

His arms were wiggling instinctively then when his husband's fingers snuck beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers before slipping down into his boxers. Fingers trailing over his cheeks with palms following afterwards when he got a hard squeeze from those soft, slender hands of his. And God, it had his back arching with his breath huffing out of him with his heart jumping in his chest sickeningly. Sprinting. His stomach flipped with that ache twisting into his stomach.

Like a slow, mounting pressure intent on driving him crazy. He'd been aching from the moment those silken ropes had touched his skin. Since his husband made the harness that framed his chest beautifully. He wants nothing more than to melt into this man. To climb under his skin and stay there. He wants to know what was making his husband tick in moments like these. What encouraged him to be so bold? So confident when he took up his role as his Dom.

It had him shivering with his heart skipping against his chest when he squeezed at his forearms comfortingly to try and satisfy that urge to touch the blonde. What he'd give to touch his soft skin. To trace out the patches of freckles that covered his skin. To touch those silky blonde locks that shimmered in the low lighting of their bedroom. Moving his lips against Hizashi's, hands kneaded at his ass shamelessly. Palming at him with fingers curling in to squeeze.

Hard squeezes that had his breath wheezing out of him as his dick gave a curious twitch in response to the pooling tingles into his stomach. His nipples tingling as they began to harden slightly; perking up with the excitement beginning to twist into his chest. The arousal that was trickling into him like a steady stream that had him squirming slightly with his breath wheezing out of him. He was more than happy to stay right here. To not move a damn muscle that would pull him away.

To spend his entire night with those slender, soft hands palming at his ass shamelessly the way he was. There's nothing he wants more than for Hizashi to touch him. To caress his skin until he was swooning on his knees. Until he was a puddle on the bed with shaking thighs falling open. He wants nothing more than for this man to absolutely ruin him with multiple orgasms tonight. It's what made him so damn excited. The idea that he was going to get more than one?

The fact that they'd be diving into that overstimulation to keep him hard? Keep him going? All while his prostate was tormented tonight? It was like a dream come true. A fantasy with life breathed into him. He wriggled slightly with his chest pressing forward against Hizashi's as his stomach fluttered with that sharp, twisting excitement. He was ready for those fingers. He was ready to kiss this man until his head spun like a top.

Hands kneaded at his ass with that careless palming action as fingers dug into his skin. Squeezing hard at his ass to get his back arching at the sparks rushing up it; the tingles that pooled into his stomach as heat flashed over his skin. His thighs pressed tightly together with an absentminded rub as lips slid against his quicker. Pressing harder. It had his lips tingling as he returned that strength with his own as hard kisses were given with a passion that bubbled into them.

Making each kiss absolutely scalding. Hot. He admired the softness of his husband's lips sliding against his; their warmth. God, Hizashi was so warm tonight. He was sexier than anything in those spiked boots and leather pants of his with his leather harness on. Glowing against his soft skin, it hugged his figure securely making his chest seem broader. Emphasizing the broadness to his husband's shoulders. He always adored that; his husband's wide shoulders and slender waist.

A combo that he'd always adored. Pressing himself tightly to his husband, lips slid against his fiercely with that urgent desire bubbling into the kiss to go hand-in-hand with the passion being given. It had him shuddering with his back arching to press his chest to Hizashi's. Hips pressed tightly together with not a gap of space between them when his husband's hips rolled forward against him sending a shiver down his back.

It was an action that had his dick twitching curiously once again against his boxers as he pressed himself tightly into the blonde's arms while hands palmed at his ass. Squeezing, rubbing, kneading. They were utterly restless as they tugged his cheeks apart them pressed them together. Playing with him. He shuddered at the tingles pooling into his stomach when his husband's hands cupped his ass with a hard squeeze.

A damn good squeeze that had him whining quietly under his breath when his husband gave another hard squeeze. One that had his fingers curling into his skin with a hard squeeze. It had his stomach fluttering with that eagerness twisting under his skin; with the tingles, the ache, all pooling into his stomach. It had him melting with his husband kneading firmly at his ass. He'd yet to touch him anywhere else but God if he didn't love it.

It had his dick twitching again with his thighs rubbing together as a whine broke out of him. His husband's hands then shifted away from his ass to caress his thighs. Reaching down with arms stretching out his boxers but he didn't mind it when those hands were moving over his skin causing his thighs to tremble as they rubbed together. Fingers tracing gently over his skin before arms were sliding out of his boxers to come up. Fingers curling into the waistband playfully allowing it to flip to his skin again and again.

Allowing him to shudder with his back arching slightly as his husband toyed with the waistband of his boxers. Tugging them away then letting them snap against his skin before palms were sliding along his waist to twist him impossibly close as hips continued to grind against him idly. A pressure against him as his hips twitched uncertainly when he got a low hum in approval. And he happily, giddily, threw himself into that idle grinding against his husband as hands traced along his waist.

Sweeping up to caress his sides before sliding down over the curve of his waist. Down to his thighs where fingers traced along the edge of his boxers lightly. Idle shapes drawn onto his skin lightly with finger tips to get his skin tingling as hi husband's lips slid against his fervently. Fiercely. It was something he fucking adores more than anything. To be kissed like he was the sole point of his husband's desire. Which, in all fairness, he is.

He knew his husband lusted, needed, and wanted him just as fervently as he wanted, needed, and lusted for him. It was a cycle that would always leave someone hungry for longer. Lips broke away from his then with a sharp smack that had him whining pleadingly at his husband. Chasing after those lips which earned him one, two, three sharp presses of those soft lips against his. Pecks that rang out with their own sharp smacks when they came down on his a fourth, fifth and sixth time.

The seventh very nearly deepening when lips were crawling to his jaw. Fluttering kisses over it before his head dipped down and he happily threw his head back allowing lips to trail down his throat with soft kisses. Presses that had him absolutely melting with his hands wriggling before grasping tightly at his forearms. Nails digging into his skin just enough to burn which had him shivering when his hips pressed forward harder.

Grinding with his husband at that quiet urgent speed of theirs as the quiet rustle of his boxers against that unrelenting leather rang out quietly. It was fucking hot. Hands slid over his thighs backwards to curve up over his ass in another caress that had him shuddering with his back arching. Grinding, grinding, grinding away with his husband who pressed his hips harder to his while lips trailed along his throat. And God, if he didn't love it.

He ground himself against his husband eagerly with his dick twitching again in a volley this time from the excitement twisting into him. Like a balloon was expanding into his chest with the threat of popping. Of exploding before he was ready for it too. He loved the press of those leather pants against him as he rolled his hips forward with hands sliding over his ass when hands came forward to trace along his waist again.

Fingers curling into the waistband of his boxers when his husband's mouth opened against his skin. An open-mouthed kiss with a gentle suction that sent shivers down his back. A hum vibrated over his skin then which had his dick twitching with his thighs rubbing together restlessly. A shaking exhale rushing out of him as his ponytail tickled his upper back and arms lightly. His hips grinding forward with a press back of his husband's hips against him.

Hands trying to twist him forward for a harder press that had his toes curling on the bed as his knees dug into the bed. The swirl of his husband's tongue against his skin had it tingling as he suckled gently before lifting his mouth up. Moving to target the spot beneath his jaw. Right at that fluttering pulse point. The heat of his mouth, the wet swirl of his tongue, it had him moaning out quietly with his arms struggling against the silky ropes that bound him up.

God, that heat snapped over his skin sank down along his bones with that desire twisting into him. Gripping at his bones as his husband suckled gently at his skin with no real pressure. Nothing that would leave a mark. But below the neck he knew his husband was going to litter his skin with hickeys where no one could see. Where no one would suspect. And it had his stomach fluttering with excitement at the thought of Hizashi working hickey after hickey into his skin.

Leaving marks behind on his chest and thighs. Squirming in his place with his arms tugging at the ropes eagerly when his nails bit into his skin again as his breaths raced. A shallow, trembling speed of anticipation when his husband suckled gently at his skin with fingers curling into the waistband of his boxers. And then they were being lowered down. Worked down from his hips, over his ass, and his husband pulled back just enough to work his boxers down to his thighs.

And then his husband was pulling back, the heat of his mouth disappearing and it had him whimpering shrilly at the loss. His skin was damp in those spots, but he raised his head up that swayed horribly. Light. Airy. Foggy. It was hard to pin the way his head swayed but the blonde was looking at him with that heated look of desire. A hunger twisting on that red face that had his heart jumping in his throat when green eyes darted down when his dick dared to twitch against his thighs.

Hands rested on his waist then with a light push that had him inching backwards instinctively further onto the bed. And then his husband was tugging at him for him to turn. His racing breaths hitched and caught in his throat when he turned and bent forward with his thighs spreading. Knees digging into the bed with his chest hitting the bed causing it to bounce as his bound arms squirmed against the silky ropes. They rubbed along the bottom of his chest lightly and over his collarbones.

His shoulders. The rope pressed into his skin as his hands squirmed with his arms, but he merely did his best to get comfortable. Hands slid along his waist down to grab at his hips. Coaxing his lower half upwards with hands sliding along his hips backwards to his ass. A caress that had his breath trembling as his heart hammered against his chest. Hard, slow beats that spread that heat under his skin. Hits against his chest that threatened to knock his air out of his lungs.

His heart working to spread that excitement through his veins when fingers then trailed over his ass cheeks lightly. It had him squirming with his face pressing into the bed. He couldn't see Hizashi from this angle, not easily, but he could make out the closet. The soft light of their overhead lamp just barely lighting the room around them. It was dimmer than he liked but God if it didn't help with the immersion of the moment. Of the scene.

Arching his hips up high for his husband, he got a low groan when hands then slid over his cheeks in a rub that had him shuddering. Squirming. And then hands were leaving his skin with the quiet crack of the lube being clawed open much to his delight. His lips tingling from their hard kisses and pecks, his cheeks burning with a blush that spread down to warm his chest. Sting in the tips of his ears. The light squelch of lube being spread had his hips shaking instinctively.

His dick hung between his spread thighs. Twitching in a volley at the excitement that was festering in his chest. Choking him. He listened to that light squelch when fingers drifted slickly over a cheek. A damp palm grabbing at him to spread him open much to his excitement. Twisting into his chest when he felt fingers coming forward to rub over his hole. It had him groaning lowly in his throat at the excitement threatening to tear into him. To leave him wrung dry if he wasn't careful.

He bit at his lip as fingers rubbed up and down, up and down, up and down over his hole when inner walls spasmed together. Clenching tightly which resulted in a mortifying twitch of his hole beneath those rubbing fingers. It had his husband groaning quietly behind him with that hand tugging at his cheek to spread him open wider. It had his heart thudding against his chest as fingers curled in just enough to give that pressure filled rubbing.

It had his foot squirming against the bed before pressing against the edge of it. He was hot. Heat was sinking under his skin only to rear up and claw beneath the surface of it leaving him flushed. Unbelievably flushed. His husband's fingers petted at him slickly with that light, wet sound just barely making it to his ears as his fingers clutched at his forearms with a tight grasp. His breath shuddering out of him as his husband's fingers rubbed up and down over his hole.

Sliding up slickly to the top of his ass before sliding down firmly over his hole before reaching his taint. Rubbing at the sensitive area to get him jumping slightly with a low moan leaving him at the weak sparks it sent up his back. His husband rubbed his slick fingers against his taint before sliding them back up. Rubbing them over his hole firmly with his toes curling tightly when they began to roll over him. Tracing the rim of his hole.

It gave another of those mortifying twitches that had his breaths catching in his throat. His nails dragging over his forearms restlessly as his husband continued to trace along the rim of his hole. Slow, firm circles rubbed into him that had his hips squirming slightly as his breaths caught in his throat. God, it was the best type of tease. He shuddered as fingers continued their idle rolling over his hole with fingers pressing down in a touch and go manner.

Bouncing lightly against his hole before the blonde's middle finger moved away. The tip of his index finger tracing the rim of his hole had his heart jumping in his throat as his dick twitched frantically between his spread thighs. Heat sizzling under his skin when the blonde's index finger pressed against his hole with those slow circles tracing the rim of his hole. And then the hand holding his cheek tugged at him causing him to stretch no doubt for that finger pressed against him then sank in.

A long, slender finger pushing its way into him with his back arching slightly with his chest fluttering in vain against the bed. Gasping. Oh, he clenched tightly around the blonde's slender finger that rubbed over his inner wall delightfully. Sliding into him with his finger then stretching deeper with a rub over his prostate. A purposeful, seeking rub that had him whining shrilly at his husband who pressed the pad of his finger against his prostate.

And then, much to his delight, he began to roll circles into his prostate. Lazy, gentle circles that had his thighs shaking as a moan burst out of him at the heat raking up his back. The heat sizzling through his veins left him utterly breathless. His dick twitched in a volley between his thighs as his breaths caught in his throat with the blonde rolling those slow, gently circles over his prostate which had him jolting. Jerking. He wasn't used to his husband merely going for it and it had his thighs trembling.

His back arching with his arms writhing in their ropes. A moan bursting out of him when a bit of pressure was pressed into his prostate with those gentle circles continuing onwards over it. As if the blonde were absentmindedly caressing; as if he were feeling it for the first time. It had his dick twitching again in a frantic volley of movement as heat snapped up his back. Heat that gushed through his veins that had his thighs squirming with knees digging into the bed.

Wave after wave washed up his back with a heat that had him gasping into the blankets. His hips jutted backwards eagerly with his dick twitching. An d it felt mortifying, but he couldn't stop himself; he couldn't stop the gush of blood that was beginning to streak downwards with each careful circle rolled into his prostate. He moaned as his dick twitched frantically between his thighs when the hand on his cheek squeezed hard at him.

A low groan leaving the blonde. A breathless, distracted sound as that finger continued rolling thier curious, gentle circles into his prostate that had him gasping. Squirming. Twisting. Normally the blonde focused on thrusting his finger into him at this stage but instead he was targeting his prostate directly. Wasting little time in rolling circles into the delightful spot that had him shuddering. Trembling. Had his mouth hanging open with racing breaths cresting into that shallow panting rhythm as his hands clutched at his forearms.

His dick ached; it wasn't even hard yet but God if his crotch didn't ache. If it didn't twist into his lower stomach as he squirmed with hips jerking backwards eagerly as his husband continued his circles. They were growing tighter with that same gentle pressure on the spot to get him moaning at the heat racing up his back. Sparks that fanned under his skin leaving him hot; flushed. He clawed at his forearms desperately when he felt the light touch of his husband's slick middle finger against the rim of his hole.

Rubbing along it the same way his index finger rolled into his prostate. It had him trembling at the heat that was ripping under his skin. The sparks that fanned beneath them as they ripped up his back in relentless waves that had him gasping. His dick twitched between his legs when that blood gushed down to it, aching through his veins, as it began to harden. Twitching frantically but it felt strangely relieving to finally be getting hard after that ache had twisted itself into his lower stomach.

In his crotch. It had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest. Quick, hard thuds that quietly throbbed in his ears as his cheek pressed against the cool blanket as his husband continued his rubbing. Fingers rubbing against the rim of his hole while the other rubbed into his prostate with circles that had his hips itching to roll. To move in unison with the circles being rubbed into him but he fought to keep himself still. He wouldn't move out of turn tonight.

If Hizashi didn't say he could move then he wouldn't. He knew nothing turned his husband on more than his submission and dammit, he planned to be the perfect sub tonight for his husband. He shuddered with his toes curling as his foot squirmed against the blanket causing it to rustle before he forced himself into stillness. His breaths trembling down his throat only to shake on each exhale as blood gushed to his forming erection desperately.

Heat rushed up his back. Those circles were going to drive him insane. The tip of his husband's middle finger rubbing against the rim of his hole was maddening. When would he slip it in? When would it be grinding with that single finger inside of him? He wanted nothing more than to feel it. To be full . Hizashi had promised to use his fingers first, but he wanted that vibrator in him desperately with those circles being rolled into his prostate.

He then felt a tug on his cheek followed by the nudge of his husband's middle finger. Pushing, pushing, pushing. And then much to his delight, it made its way into him with that first finger with a stretch that burned lightly. That had him gasping in as his thighs trembled with his toes curling tightly. His fingers clawing at his forearms at the light sting of being stretched around those slender fingers. That middle finger stretched up to join his index finger where, together, they began to roll into his prostate.

It had him crying out with delight at the pleasure racing up his back and pooling into his stomach. Trembling with his brows squeezing together as his mouth hung open when his ponytail rustled over the blanket as he threw it back. His cry raising up in volume before choking off. He clutched at his forearms desperately to fight the urge to wriggle and strain. Pull and fight against the rope as fingers continued their slow roll into his prostate when he felt his erection filling out.

Coming up to tap against his stomach before resting against it when he felt the hand holding his cheek letting go to reach beneath him. Fingers rubbing over his taint playfully giving him an additional pressure that had him moaning at his husband. The pads of those fingers rubbing harder into his prostate; moving faster with circles that were driving him crazy. Had his hips swaying slightly with a twitch when his husband's fingers slid from his taint where they flicked playfully at his balls.

A sharp flick that had him whimpering when fingers cupped them gently with his thumb moving to rub away the sting of his flick. Fingers grinding wickedly into his prostate with circles that had him whimpering when his husband then gave a gentle, firm squeeze to his balls. Using enough pressure to get his lashes fluttering with the threat of rolling eyes at the pleasure of that squeeze. Pooling right into his stomach like hot magma as fingers began to carefully roll his balls.

Gentle movements with just enough pressure to get him moaning. Shameless. It was utterly shameless the moans that were slipping out of him with his nails dragging over his forearms. They wriggled before straining against the rope with a whimper as his husband continued massaging his balls. Kept grinding into his prostate. He could feel drops of pre-come smear onto his stomach as his erection twitched against it. A runny patch forming on his skin, no doubt, to wet the hair of his happy trail.

He squirmed with his shallow pants racing in anticipation; wishing his husband had more hands so he could touch him more, more, more. He whimpered into the blankets delightedly as his husband continued on with his wicked circles. Slow, firm ones on his balls and tight, quick ones into his prostate. It sent fire crackling up his back, fanning under his skin, leaving him absolutely breathless His arms wriggled in their bindings when his husband squeezed his balls firmly with fingers rolling them just right.

Just the way that he likes it when his husband was fondling them. Moaning into the bed with his cheeks throbbing lightly with the force of his blush there with his back arching at the pleasure. Never ending. An onslaught of heat ripping under his skin again and again leaving him a trembling mess with his thighs threatening to spread wider. To sink down but he refused and kept his hips angled up high the way his husband wanted them. Fuck, it was so good.

Hizashi hardly targeted his prostate so fast but the fact he was doing it now? Those fingers rolling circles into his prostate the way that they were? It was fucking perfect. He'd remembered faintly that his research gave a lot of how to for prostate massages. He had not a clue if this is what that was, but he didn't mind it one fucking bit. He was shuddering, twisting, squirming slightly from the pleasure that was snaking up his spine relentlessly.

Eating him up with a heat that fanned under his skin leaving him smoldering. Leaving him absolutely ripping with heat that was never ending. It had him moaning delightedly at the blonde who was breathless behind him. Shaking breaths being taken as fingers rolled into his prostate wickedly before they stretched out. And God, it had him moaning lowly in his throat; a snapping sound ripping out of him as his husband spread his fingers again. And again. Again, again, again.

It brought with it the light sting that had reared its head when his husband's second finger had slipped into him. It burned fucking good. Burned just enough to get him moaning in that snapping pitch at his husband as fingers spread out relentlessly within him. Pushing at his inner walls. Stretching him out for the vibrator no doubt. It had him whimpering when fingers spread out again and again. Coming together to tug back then thrust into him sharply with a squelch.

The pads of his fingers rubbing over that spot again sending a bolt up his back as fingers began to rub his prostate again much to his delight. Rubbing up and down, up and down, up and down over it then moving to roll circles into it that had his lashes fluttering again. Fingers rolling his balls with enough pressure to get him gasping as his his hips bucked back. Unable to muffle the wild keening, snapping moan ripping out of him.

Nails dragging over the burning lines that he'd left behind on his forearms desperately while the rope bit into his skin. Just enough with that resistance driving him absolutely wild. God, does he love it when he was bound like this. When he couldn't move or twist freely. Grab onto the blankets for an anchor. It had him huffing as his brows squeezed together with his eyelids fluttering against that temptation to open them up again.

He kept his eyes shut with his eyes threatening to roll when his husband's fingers rolled into his prostate mercilessly. His erection twitched against his stomach with pre-come dripping onto it shamelessly. Slipping down the underside of his erection where it would no doubt drip to the bed much to his mortification but it was hard to think. Hard to focus on the lightly throbbing erection on his stomach when there were fingers rolling his balls with a delicious pressure.

When fingers grinding into his prostate to keep him moaning. As if both hands, both sets of fingers, were doing their best to rile him up. Doing their best to get him to feel good. It had him twisting before he could stop himself; squirming with a pleading whimper leaving him as his erection twitched against his stomach. Creating a wet mess on his stomach with each drop welling along the slit and smearing onto his stomach.

A slick mess that had him squirming again with a shaking exhale flying out of him when fingers began to pet at his prostate. Fingers squeezing his balls with enough pressure to get him moaning in that snapping pitch at his husband once again. His eyes rolling back behind his fluttering eyelids. God, it was amazing. The heat was ripping up his back again and again leaving him utterly breathless with his hands clutching at his forearms desperately.

His gasps being taken with trembling anticipation making itself known in his chest as he writhed. Twisting. Squirming. It was impossible to stay still, and he knew he could be called bad for it later, but he couldn't help but twist and squirm. Tug at the ropes that bit into his skin just enough to get him blazing. Heat ripped beneath his skin with raking claws along the underside of his skin. Burning him up. And then fingers were pulling away from his prostate where they then stretched outwards.

Pushing at his inner walls insistently. Pushing, pushing, pushing. Spreading, spreading, spreading. God, it was a drool worthy stretch that had him squirming before he could stop himself. He wants more. More, more, more. It was a chant with a hunger behind it that had him squirming with his racing, shallow pants shaking slightly before he tried to take a deep breath. It rushed out far too fast for his liking. It had him squirming, twisting, with his fingers clutching at his arms with a keening whimper leaving him.

He wants nothing more than to have that vibrator shoved into him; to have it buzz against his prostate. He wants those fingers to grind into the spot viciously the way that they had been. He whimpered out in a shrill, needy pitch that had breaths hitching behind him. Racing quietly but audible, he forced his lashes up where he focused his eyes on the blonde behind him with effort as his brows squeezed together. God, the view he had of his husband was absolutely lovely.

He looked flushed with blonde locks spilling over his shoulders and down his back. A blush that spread down to color his chest softly calling attention to the tattoo on his collar bone. An elegant scrawl of his name that had his hands twitching with arms tugging at the ropes that refused to give. His husband's fingers spread out again and again repeatedly with an insistent push for them to relax despite him trying to squeeze them together again.

His muscles trembled when he tried to squeeze only to have his husband's fingers pushing obstinately against him. Fingers continuously rolled his balls much to his delight; tight circles with a firm squeeze being given that sent a shiver up his back. The blonde spread his fingers out again before coming together. And oh, he was shouting as fingers ground fiercely into his prostate as his thighs trembled. All of him shaking.

Heat ripped up his back as the pads of those fingers rubbed at his prostate viciously with tight circles. A hard press to get his shout cresting up louder. Ohhhhh, it was like he was finally getting a scratch itched with those hard circles being given. It had him panting shallowly with his erection twitching against his stomach where it dripped shamelessly. Throbbing. It had him shuddering with his back arching as his hips jutted backwards eagerly with a whimper tearing out of his throat.

Shuddering, he threw his head back as those fierce circles continued to be ground into his prostate. Oh, oh, how much longer could he be expected to deal with this kind of treatment? How long did he let his husband tease him with his fingers? There was so much left for tonight but God if those fingers weren't everything. He writhed with his toes curling tightly as his arms jerked at the rope only to find no give just like before. None. Absolutely none.

It bit into him just enough to get his blood burning through his veins at the rub and strain of that silky rope against his skin. Fingers ground into his prostate fiercely with a pressure that had his thighs shaking with his head throwing itself back as his hair rustled over the blanket. His back arching as his chest pressed tightly to the bed; fluttering with his racing, shallow pants that rasped down only to rake out leaving his throat feeling raw. Chaffed.

It had him squirming with his knees spreading over the bed as his hips arched themselves up high, high, high. Fingers continued their tight rolling into his prostate when fingers rolled his balls firmly. Circles from both sets of fingers that had him gasping into the bed when he felt his stomach fluttering as excitement burst into his chest. Strangling him. Choking him. He was drowning under the heat that was razing over his skin.

Swelling beneath the surface of his skin to unbearably proportions. Oh, he was so hot. Hot, hot, hot. He could feel sweat pricking along the back of his neck and his forehead. Along his back. It had him squirming with his arms rubbing against his back eased some of the itching, but it didn't stop that sweat from swelling. It was so fucking good. Oh, the heat racing up his back only to pool into pleasure was something he was drowning under.

It threatened to make him drool under the consistent pleasure he was being given. Fingers rolling over his balls and into his prostate? The quiet, racing breaths being taken behind him? The ragged sound of his own shallow breaths was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom as his hips kept themselves arched upwards. The blonde groaning when he clenched tightly around his fingers. Squeezing for all his worth as fingers continued their rolling, rolling, rolling.

And then his husband was tugging his fingers out of him. He gasped airily at the loss of pleasure, the loss of that heat ripping up his back, when the hand rolling his balls squeezed before letting go. And then hands were on his waist; dry and slick. He was rolled over onto his back before he could process it as his eyes shot open to find the ceiling up above him. Hands slid from his waist to his thighs where they coaxed them to spread open wide for the blonde who then slid his hand back down.

Slick fingers slipping between his cheeks effortlessly where they pressed against his hole. Slipping into him with little resistance as he moaned at the stretch of those slender fingers slipping into him effortlessly with a squelch. And then he lifted his head up when he felt the warmth of his husband's breath on his tattooed hip. He blinked at the blonde who fluttered kisses along his hip before nipping playfully at him with those green eyes burning up at him.

Flaming with a hungry, lustful desire that had his skin ripping with a fresh wave of heat when fingers made contact with his prostate. And then his husband was moving to kiss the base of his erection. His breaths so warm on his skin when a droplet of pre-come began to roll down from the head along the underside of his erection. His stomach glistening gently in the low lighting from the pre-come dripping onto it when Hizashi's mouth opened up.

The tip of his tongue tracing a vein playfully before it was flattening against him and licking his way up to the head. It had his hips rising up with a gasp as his back arched from the bed with his arms squirming. Fighting the rope that bit lightly into his skin much to his delight. His husband used his free hand to grab his erection to tug him away from his stomach where his tongue swirled around the head. His tongue lapping over it with his piercing purposefully being rolled over the head much to his delight.

Watching his husband's tongue rolling over him, prodding along the ridge of his head then watching the tip trace his slit was mesmerizing. Utterly captivating as his chest heaved with his breaths as heat ripped up his back to which he threw his head backwards. Moaning deafeningly with his hips arching up higher to grind the head against his husband's wicked tongue when that piercing of his ground into the slit. Crying out at the pleasure it gave him, fingers rolled wicked circles into his prostate to get his thighs shaking again.

His breaths rasping down his throat when Hizashi shifted with his fingers squeezing the base of his erection when his mouth covered the head of his erection. And then the blonde was flying downwards; sinking down on his erection with little trouble when the blonde's hand moved away from the base where his lips pressed instead. His nose to his pelvis. Hot. Wet. He slipped down his husband's throat effortlessly as he cried out again at the heat of his mouth.

Hizashi's throat rippled around him in a swallow that had his hips itching to buck up. To thrust. But he couldn't. Couldn't, couldn't, couldn't. He needs to be good. A good boy. He huffed with his hands twisting and arms jerking at his ropes as he rested down Hizashi's throat with fast breaths fanning over his pelvis with the tip of his husband's nose pressing to his skin. He knew if he raised his head up, he'd see that nose buried in his pubic hairs. Would see those green eyes burning up at him.

And he couldn't. Not when those fingers were rolling wicked circles into his prostate while his throat rippled when he swallowed around him again. Hizashi's tongue moving to rub up against the underside of his erection the best that it could with his piercing grinding into him. Ohhhh, it had him moaning with his head pressing to the bed as he kept his hips arched up, but he refused to move an inch. He wanted nothing more than to hear his husband croon those praises at him while he was fucking him.

He wants to be showered in praises until his head spun. His husband swallowed around him again with his throat rippling when his head lifted up. Up, up, up until the head of his erection was resting on his tongue which rubbed against him delightfully. The tip of his tongue moving to prod at the slit before diving down to the base. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Sleek bobs of his husband's head had him panting with his arms jerking against his ropes instinctively as his husband bobbed his head slowly.

Moving from head to base with his tongue moving to lap at him. His tongue rubbing against the underside of his erection as he moved his hands to twist his fingers into the blankets beneath him. His heartbeat throbbed quietly in his ears as fingers continued their tight, hard circles into his prostate. It was glorious. Utterly amazing having his husband's mouth wrapped around him while his fingers rubbed insistently at his prostate.

It had him damn near mewling down at the blonde who dared to moan around his erection with his lips pinching tight around him. Suckling at him as he continued sliding up until the head rested on his tongue before diving back down. Slipping down his husband's throat without so much as a gag from the blonde. It was hot; unbelievably hot to him. He'd always found his husband's lack of a gag reflex to be the hottest thing in the world. How could it not be?

Twisting eagerly with his fingers tugging at the blankets restlessly with his pants trembling. Shaking. Racing. He squeezed his eyes shut at the heat ripping up his back again and again in endless waves that had him shaking as his husband sucked at him. Bobbing his head in sleek movements from head to base again and again with that suction. Oh, he couldn't imagine anything fucking better than this. Then to have his husband's fingers stuffed full in him?

To have the wet, glorious heat of his mouth and throat around his erection? Fuck, it was so good. He knew they'd talked about doing this first, but he didn't think it'd be so fucking hot. That he'd find it so pleasurable. He hated the fluttering he felt in his stomach. A stirring of an orgasm threatening to form in him before he was ready for it. Oh, oh, it was so fucking good. His husband's sleek bobbing was absolutely everything; he was melting.

From head to base, his husband's bobbing slowly began to speed up with that suction to get his thighs shaking. They spread wider of their own accord as if to open himself up further for the blonde was slowly but steadily beginning to bob his head quickly. That slick slurp ringing out as he swallowed to keep from drooling. He knew if he looked between his legs he'd find those green eyes on him. Watching him. He knew he'd be able to admire the way those blonde locks swayed and brushed his red, freckled cheeks.

How his lips would look wrapped around his shaft. How his blonde brows would squeezed together slightly and his cheeks hollowing with his hard swallows. His sucks. He knew if he looked now that he'd be mesmerized and unable to look away. He couldn't. He pressed his head back to the bed with airy, breathless gasps being taken as fingers continued to torment his prostate. He whimpered and squirmed with thighs trembling with that desire to close.

To rub around the blonde's head but he couldn't. If Hizashi wanted his legs open, then they were going to stay open. They were going to stay just like that until he was done with him. He wanted to be good so badly it hurt. Fingers rolled into his prostate with tight circles that had his toes curling. He bit at his lip with a low, snapping moan ripping itself out of his throat as his husband suckled at him. Moving his tongue to lap and licking at the underside of his erection before diving for the base.

Like he was eager for it. Eager to feel his erection sliding over his tongue and down his throat. He wants nothing more than to question his husband, but he couldn't find the words to say it. To speak it out loud. He shuddered with his back arched from the bed as his fingers tugged at the blankets as insistently as his arms jerked at the ropes. And he was helpless. He was utterly, completely helpless as his husband bobbed his head quickly with that sucking to drive him crazy.

He was being wound up tighter, tighter, tighter with that heat ripping up his back. Fanning under his skin. He could feel sweat forming on the back of his neck; on his forehead. His hair was annoying pinned beneath his head in its ponytail in a way that promised to ache later when it was taken down. But he couldn't think about it when there was so much pleasure. So much pleasure that he could hardly breathe around it when he felt fingers coming up to cup his balls.

And somehow, someway, his husband began to multitask in a way that was truly fascinating. Fingers inside of him paused and then, in unison, they began to move. His other hand that began rolling his balls carefully again in time with those fingers inside of him. And ohhh, he can't fucking take much more from the blonde. This consistent pressure, this consistent pleasure, was going to drive him to a damn orgasm.

And he had not a doubt in his mind that that's exactly what his husband wanted from him. His bobbing came faster, faster, faster when another slurp rang out as his husband swallowed. His throat rippling around him much like his tongue against the underside of his erection. Moving. Constantly moving. Fingers rolled circles into his balls and his prostate with a pressure that had him gasping with his thighs throwing themselves open wider.

His back arched from the bed as his chests heaved with his ragged panting that filled the quiet of their bedroom when he moaned out at his husband. A snapping, desperate sound that ripped itself out of his throat which paved the way for another. And another. Moaning shamelessly at his husband as he listened to his voice straining higher; growing louder. Whining, whimpering, groaning. Trying his best to think around the pleasure only to find that he can't.

He can't think around the pleasure that was strangling him as his stomach fluttered again with that loose pulling together. He didn't want to come. Not yet. But God, the pleasure he was getting from those fingers rolling into his prostate, rolling his balls, was so fucking good. It had him moaning louder, louder, louder at his husband who groaned around him with a buzzing vibration that had him thrusting up. It had him melting with his hands clutching at the blankets beneath him.

All while his husband sucked at him fervently. Bobbing his head quickly with that deafening slurp ringing out as he tried to swallow, no doubt, with his tongue moving against the underside of his erection. Diving down to the base again and again with a sense of eagerness to the blonde's movements as fingers continued rolling his balls. Rolling into his prostate. And God, help him, he can't stop himself from crying out with his thighs shaking as his foot threatened to slip off the edge of the bed.

It was so fucking good having his husband torment these sensitive spots all while deep throating his cock like it was the best thing in the fucking world. It had him gasping with his head pressing back to the bed fervently with his hands yanking at the blankets. Arms jerking at the ropes. It was frustrating but God if he didn't fucking love it. If he didn't find an aroused joy in being bound up like this. Helpless while his husband rolled his balls in his hand in the same motions as those fingers against his prostate.

How he seemed to bob his head with increasing speed. Diving down the second he was up by the head. Suckling at him like he was nothing more than a hard candy. Like he was a sweet treat that he needed every little trace of. Sucking him and taking him down his throat without even a put on gag for him as the blonde bobbed with expertise over his shaft. God, there's nothing he loves more than having his husband go down on him like this.

When he would have that husky voice whispering praises in his ear while he fucked him? It had him arching with his hips bucking again before he could stop himself as he cried out at the cresting heat beneath his skin. And his t highs trembled with that urge to snap shut the way they usually would when his husband was going down on him. He felt the fluttering sensation in his stomach drawing together into a hot spark in his lower stomach. A spark that only ballooned outwards as he began climbing that mountain.

As he began to tremble, shake, from the pleasure sinking into his bones. Drowning him. He was a gasping mess with half formed mewls, whines and whimpers tearing out of him. Barely audible sounds left him as his pants raced in and out. Breathless moans and groans spilled out of him with his hands yanking fervently at the blanket restlessly. He couldn't stop it. He can't. Now that he was crawling up it was impossible not to claw his way to the top of that mountain.

His thighs shaking as they began to tense intermittently with hard circles ground into his prostate sent waves of heat up his back. He couldn't do this anymore. He can't fight it. The blonde began to roll his fingers faster; grinding fervently into his prostate and squeezing his balls with enough pressure to get him moaning shamelessly at the blonde who moaned around his throbbing erection. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. Twitching.

The blonde was swallowing him again and again with that shared eagerness. Sucking hard at him and God knows if he looked, he'd see those freckled cheeks of his hollowing out with the force of his sucks. He slipped so effortlessly down his husband's throat where it rippled and squeezed with each slurping swallow his husband took to keep from drowning in his saliva. He huffed with an arch spreading over his arms from the restless tugging. He couldn't wait to be free.

Couldn't wait to throw his arms around the blonde and bury his hands in those silky locks. He'd do anything. He was shaking, trembling, clutching at the blankets to anchor himself as his head turned restlessly over the bed. His ponytail rubbing against the bed as it dug into the back of his head unpleasantly as he clung to the blanket. His thighs opening themselves wide rather than snapping shut. His husband moaned around his throbbing erection much to his delight.

He moaned back at the blonde with his head pressing back. Close, close, close. Oh, he was mortifyingly, embarrassingly close and he couldn't stop himself. He can't. There's not a damn thing he could do to stop himself from coming. Not when his husband was rolling fervent circles into his prostate to get him twisting and squirming. When he was rolling his balls with such pressure that it had his toes curling tightly. Sucking him fervently as if he were willing him to come already.

He gasped, twisting and squirming, his fingers tugging at the blanket while he fought the urge to fight against the restraints he was in. He couldn't. He shuddered with his thighs shaking as they began to flex intermittently; clawing his way up that mountain to the top where he was dancing precariously on the edge. Trying to keep from coming but he knew he was helpless. Utterly, completely helpless when fingers were rolling such tight circles into his prostate so consistently.

When the wet heat of his husband's mouth all but begged him too. He wants nothing more than to come down his husband's throat; there's nothing he wants more. He knew how his husband felt about facials and swallowing but God if he didn't want to come down his throat. Make his husband, his Dom, swallow every bit of come he had. Make sure not a drop was wasted. It had him squirming with racing pants being taken with his brows squeezing tightly together as his mouth dropped open.

His husband was bobbing quickly along his shaft with lips pinched tightly around him. Sucking harder, harder, harder with his tongue prodding at the head and slit each time he flew upwards. He could only imagine how beautiful his husband looked between his shaking thighs, but he can't look. Not yet. Not when he was teetering on that edge, and he was trying in vain not to blow early. He felt like it was too early as his chest heaved with his ragged pants that raked down his throat only to rasp out of him.

The slick slurping of his husband's swallows ringing out as he bobbed his head faster. Faster, faster, faster. It was amazing. Absolutely, completely amazing. And he was teetering horribly as his world shrunk to a blazing, shaking spot. Where nothing could exist outside the ache in his arms from his fervent tugs on the ropes. Where his erection throbbed erratically on his husband's tongue as his head bobbed quickly.

Nothing mattered but those fingers stuffed in him to the brim keeping him full as he clenched tightly around them. Squeezing for all his worth to get his husband moaning around him when he dove for the base. Vibrations that had him moaning at his husband in response with his hands clutching at the blanket beneath him. Holding on when he felt that swelling in his lower stomach as it began to flex. Nothing mattered but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. His name was a praise. A cry.

A desperate call to a God he needed mercy from. He couldn't stop himself from moaning out a slurred trail of the word he knew his husband wanted to hear the most. A slurred mix of Hizashi and Daddy flying out of him with his voice breathlessly babbling. Half formed barely making it out of him that he couldn't pay attention too. Words that were lost to his ears where his heartbeat throbbed quietly as his nails dragged over the blanket.

And the answering moans it got him from his husband vibrated delightfully over his shaft as the blonde bobbed his head fast. A blinding speed with that harsh sucking that told him his cheeks were hollowing themselves out as his spread thighs shook with a faint protest of his hips, but he ignored it. Fought the urge to slam himself up into the heat of his husband's mouth. He needs to be good. A good boy. That's all he needs to be for this man who was going to absolutely devour him tonight.

He knew it. Felt it. It had him gasping when his husband hummed around him with hard sucks being given and he was burning. Hot, hot, hot. Shaking. Squirming. Twisting. Ohhhh, he was so close. Close, close, close. Getting closer than he liked to admit but he was gasping out to his husband half formed words that barely made it out of him. He was drowning in his own heat as his husband sucked at his erection fervently and with that delightful humming, he found himself teetering over the edge.

Falling, falling, falling. He pressed his head back into the bed again with a wail flying out of him as he clung to the blankets desperately as his balls drew up in his husband's grasp. His shaking thighs tensing with tingles rushing up them only to explode into his stomach. White-hot waves rushing over him as his wail crested higher, higher, higher with his husband moaning around him as he dove for the base where he felt his nose nuzzle into his pelvis.

Into his pubic hair. And he was coming, coming, coming. There was no stopping it. He was finally coming as fingers rolled into his prostate frantically while the hand holding his balls merely squeezed gently. Coming down his husband's throat. Hot, hot, hot. Too much, too much, too much. Just enough. His wail choked off in his throat as his back arched from the bed with his thighs spread impossibly wide. His hips grinding weakly against his husband's mouth as he felt his throat rippling.

Hizashi's throat moved as he swallowed each spurt of come desperately leaving him. He knew in reality it would take a mere second but to him it felt like an eternity. He was coming, coming, coming for what felt like an eternity of that white-hot heat. Slamming, choking, drowning. Clawing. Ripping him apart like a savage pack of wolves intent on tearing him apart limb by limb. It was seconds. Minutes. Hours. Centuries. So stiff he was shaking.

Hips grinding weakly as his husband swallowed his come with a sense of greed. Hunger. It had him shuddering with his hips grinding against those lips that would be puffy afterwards. It had him moaning in a choked, hoarse pitch in the back of his throat which got him a moan from his husband. He was choking, choking, choking. Drowning. Hot, hot, hot under those white-hot waves that slammed into him relentlessly leaving him gasping as his erection pulsed.

Coming desperately with his arms aching as they strained against the rope. It felt like an eternity. And then the white-hot heat began to ebb out of him; raking claws under his skin on their way out of him. Leaving him gasping as he slumped into the bed with his back hitting it. Bouncing lightly beneath him when he felt his husband hum around him with a swallow that had him whimpering. Fingers were the first thing to slip out of him, but his husband suckled at him.

As if coaxing him to stay hard as fingers slipped out with a vulgar, slick squelch when his husband let go of his balls. And then the blonde was pulling backwards slowly with his tongue licking at him. Sucking at him when he reached the head where his tongue prodded at the slit. Sucking the head clean before pulling off of him with a pop that had shivers running down his back when he finally forced his eyes open.

Lifting his head weakly with his gaze going to his softening erection which had his husband licking his lips before standing upright. And his heart jumped in his chest when he watched his husband turn on his feet, licking at his lips again, then walking to the dresser. Picking up their wireless purple vibrator off of the surface before walking back to him. A lazy sway to his husband's hips as his hair moved with him against his back. Over his shoulders.

His nipple piercings and belly button piercing managing to catch the light in cheeky winks. Sexy. His husband looked damn sexy. And even if his erection was softening, he had not a problem doubting that his husband could get him hard again. That with some teasing in the right places that his husband would be getting him harder than anything. There was an excitement to the thought as he kept his hips arched upwards with a whimper in the back of his throat leaving him.

He kept his thighs spread wide for the blonde who came to a stop between his spread thighs. And then the lube was grabbed off of the bed and drizzled in lazy lines over the toy. No doubt getting it on the bed, but he didn't mind. Not one bit. His husband then tossed the lube onto the bed when he began to work on spreading the liquid over the toy causing it to shine slickly in the low lighting. There was a hungry husband that had his pounding heart skipping in his chest.

There was so much euphoria clouding his mind, but he didn't pay it mind. Not when he was watching his husband's hand curving over the head over the toy. The head that would press perfectly into his prostate. That much he knew from experience and his time using the toy itself. His breaths trembled in his throat when the blonde then lowered the toy down out of sight with slick fingers grabbing at a cheek. Sliding over it uselessly first before grabbing and digging into his cheek to spread him open.

A whimper broke out of him when he felt the head of the toy rolling playfully over the rim of his hole. Rolling over it causing his hole to twitch at the burst of excitement fluttering into his stomach. He loved how those green eyes moved over him with such greed that it had him absolutely falling apart. Shaking. He wants to be good. Has to be good. His husband's lips looked a tad puffy with that deep blush smothered over his cheeks.

Softly coloring his chest and stinging the tips of his ears a brilliant scarlet. His puffy lips shimmered when the blonde licked his lips again with blonde brows squeezing together slightly. He was being stared at with such hunger it had his heart jumping frantically in his chest as the head of the toy continued to roll over the rim of his hole. Nudging playfully at him with the blonde's chest fluttering with his own racing breaths.

Eyes burning at him as lips parted slightly with eyes flicking down to look between his legs as that toy nudged playfully at him. Rolling over the rim of his twitching hole to get his teeth dragging over his lip with his hands plucking at the blanket uncertainly beneath him. The blonde then pushed firmly at him with the toy; pushing, pushing, pushing while that hand tugged at him to stretch him open wider. And something about the stretch and the slick push had the toy sliding into him.

It was thicker, bigger, than his husband's slender fingers but he couldn't deny that he absolutely adored being filled again. He'd been feeling far too empty for his liking and having the toy sliding into him as it stretched him out had him moaning lowly in his throat. A snapping, husky sound as the toy was pushed in before stopping with the head pressing innocently enough into his prostate. It wiggled slightly but the head remained curved to hit his prostate perfectly.

It had his breaths racing with anticipation when his husband hummed softly with satisfaction before stepping away again. Making his way back to the dresser, he lifted his head from the bed eagerly with his thighs coming together now that his hips were truly protesting the spread. They pressed together as he then watched his husband walk forward with that lazy sway to his strut. A sexy strut that he'd recognize anywhere, and he couldn't help but wonder if his husband was hard.

If he was dripping into his boxers; trapped behind the tight confines of his leather pants. He'd give anything that his husband was harder than a rock right now and it had to be some type of torture to stand there with his pants still on. And yet the blonde made not a move to take them off. To unbutton, unzip and lower them down for him. It had a shiver racing down his back when he shifted when the blonde began twirling the small remote around in his fingers.

An idle twisting that had his breath racing, his heart thudding against his chest, when the blonde reached out to gently grab his elbow. And he was helped upwards into a sitting position which merely nudged the vibrator deeper into him much to his delight. It nudged against his prostate in a rub that had his toes curling as his flaccid dick twitched weakly. The blonde twirled the remote around in his fingers before he looked down at it. Such a small click it was; insubstantial.

Something that could be easily missed. But it had the vibrator jumping to life inside of him where it began to buzz idly as he gasped in a breath. His cheeks flooded with a fresh blush as he felt a small bead of sweat run down the side of his hot face when his husband smirked at him wickedly. Leaning down, the blonde pressed kisses along his jaw then dipped his head down to target his throat. Just as he had before laying him down.

It had him squirming, twisting, in his spot as he clenched tightly around the vibrator buzzing cheerfully inside of him. Against his prostate to which he whimpered when his husband pressed a kiss up beneath his jaw when he felt the heat of his breaths fan over his skin. Trembling. He bit his lip when an open mouthed kiss was pressed to the spot much like before. Suckling lightly with teeth nibbling at the spot while his tongue swirled around the skin had him groaning quietly

there was another quiet click which had the speed bumping up. His teeth dragged over his lip when he sucked in a sharp breath at the change in speed as his husband continued lightly suckling at his spot. Nibbling at him. Oh, oh, the buzzing inside of him was absolutely amazing but he was sensitive. Unbelievably sensitive as his dick twitched against his rubbing thighs at the heat ripping up his back with each cheerful buzz of the vibrator pressing into his prostate.

Oh, it was too much but he couldn't find the words to tell his husband that it was too much but he knew that was also the goal tonight. To play with the overstimulation that came from prostate milking. It had his dick twitching against his thighs as heat raced up his back with each cheerful buzz of the toy inside of him. And then his husband was buzzing into his throat; a buzz from the help of his quirk, it had him arching. His arms jerking at his bonds with a breathless exhale rushing out of him sharply.

He tried his best to stop himself, but he couldn't. Not yet. Fuck, his dick was twitching against his thighs as that heat ripped up it and he knew they hadn't truly begun. He arched into his husband's hold with his arms jerking at the bonds desperately with a whimper flying out of him desperately with his hands shifting to claw at his burning forearms. Whining in the back of his throat at his husband who merely buzzed into his throat playfully.

Lifting his mouth from the spot and tilting his head to target the left side. Another open-mouthed kiss being placed there as his husband again began buzzing into his skin with hands sliding along sides as the remote was placed on the bed. The caress of those soft palms over his skin had him exhaling shakily with his nails dragging over his forearms desperately as his dick twitched against his thighs again. He couldn't get hard again so soon. Not yet. But the blonde was getting him hot again.

Like gasoline being thrown onto a dying fire to get it roaring once again. Fuck, it had him squirming with the quiet, muffled buzzing of the vibrator inside of him filling the quiet of their bedroom. God, the pleasure was pooling into his stomach again as heat raced up his back. Wave after wave that had him squirming desperately with a whimper in the back of his throat as he twisted in his husband's arms. That buzzing against his prostate, against his throat, was chasing away the euphoria of his orgasm.

Bringing with it the heat of arousal instead. It had his pants shaking as his arms jerked at the ropes again desperately when his husband pulled away to meet his gaze. And fuck him, Hizashi looked like he wanted to devour him. He looked like he wanted to eat him from head to toe. Leave not a bit of him behind to be found in the morning. This man looked like he wanted to tear him apart.

And that was something he would happily welcome when his husband leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose tearing a whimper out of him at the affection. A burst of affection in the heat of arousal. It had him squirming eagerly with a whine in the back of his throat when his husband nuzzled their noses together before pulling back with a wide smirk curling over those puffy lips as green eyes flashed with heat at him.

"Ready to go again, kitten?"

"Fu-Fuck, yes, Daddy!"