"Is that really it?"
"It is, indeed, baby! From what the seller said, all we need is a small pinch for it to work, nothing crazy! I've got the bedroom set up with towels, wipes, plenty of water and I've got Yagi watching Eri for the weekend while we recuperate! Toshi is staying over with Denki, so it all works out! The cats will be easy to take care of too! Plus, I have a few different apps for food downloaded on my phone so we can eat in between! It's important to stay hydrated and to eat, according to the seller! It'll leave us husks if we don't keep up with it!"
"And you're sure that you want to do this, Zashi? I mean, I know you've already bought it and there's no changing that but are you sure that this is what you want to do? I mean, I've heard stories about this supposed sex pollen, and I don't know how well we'll react to it. If anything, I've heard that it gets painful after a while. It's not going to be like that night with the aphrodisiac chocolates, mind you. So, are you really sure that you want to do this? That we want to do this?"
"I'm sure, baby! We'll be okay, I have the whole room set up! And we'll have more than enough time to adjust but if you don't want to do this then you don't have too!" Hizashi raised his free hand up to touch his husband's pink cheek, pressing his palm to it. Sliding his thumb along his scared cheekbone gently, he smiled softly at his husband. "If this makes you uncomfortable, if this is too much for you, then tell me now, okay? You don't have to do it at all if it makes you hesitant."
He watched full lips pressed together slightly with those mismatched eyes flicking away from him. Thoughtful. It was an expression that pinched at his husband's face while he stroked his husband's cheekbone with his thumb as he watched dark brows squeezed together. Weighing the option. He was more than happy to watch the black-haired man's thoughtful expression when those mismatched eyes came back to him with full lips parting. "Are you sure you can manage both our needs at once?"
"Absolutely! All we need is a pinch! I can handle making sure we both stay hydrated and that we eat in between! Plus, you'll be on my ass too, won't you?" He loved the smile that curled over his husband's lips; as if it were an unwilling response when he squeezed the container he held in his right hand while stroking his husband's cheek. His thumb sliding along his cheekbone gently. "We'll be okay. I'll make sure we're okay but please, baby, tell me if this is too uncomfortable. If it's too much of a risk just say so."
He stroked his husband's cheekbone gently with his thumb as he watched that thoughtful expression reappears. As if he were debating what he wanted to say and how to say it. It was an adorable expression that had his heart jumping in his chest when the black-haired man sighed out with his hand raising up to touch the back of his. Covering it when his eyes locked onto him. "You promise we'll be, okay? That this won't blow up into something out of control? Can you keep us paced? That we'll take care of each other?"
"Of course we will, baby! I'll be making sure you're okay the entire time and I'll make sure I'm alright too! I wouldn't ever let anything bad happen to either of us!" He then leaned in to kiss the tip of Shouta's nose causing it to scrunch adorably when he smiled softly at the black-haired man. Holding the container up, he raised his brows at his husband. "So, do you want to do this? It might take a bit to take hold, but we'll know when it does. If you say no, then we won't do this. Just tell me the truth, okay?"
Shouta smiled softly back at him with hands tugging at the hem of his sweater as those mismatched eyes sparkled at him. It had his heart skipping in his chest when he rubbed his palm to Shouta's cheek which had the black-haired man nuzzling into his palm. Turning his face into it with that soft smile on his lips when lashes fluttered as he looked up with a sigh. "Alright. What's the worst that can happen, hm? If we're prepared and ready to do this then I'll try it with you, Zashi."
"Alright! Just remember, it's only a pinch! It won't be that potent than it would be if we used, say, a handful." Black brows rose again with that soft smile growing on his lips and he happily grinned at his husband who merely chuckled softly when he then pulled his hand away from his cheek. Reaching down to unscrew the top of the cap carefully, he looked down into the container. A soft yellow powder within had him swallowing before reaching in for a pinch then looking up to his husband again. "Ready?"
"Ready." His husband seemed to brace himself when he raised his fingers up, dust slipping between when he then tossed it into his husband's face. The black-haired man winced as his mouth dropped open to inhale before coughing lightly as he turned his face away. The soft yellow powder clung to his chin slightly and the tip of his nose rubbed away quickly. He then handed the container to his husband who blinked before taking it from him to reach in to pinch the powder.
Looking at him curiously when he then tucked his hair behind his ears. The last thing he wants is to somehow get powder in his bangs or his hair and be hit with a second round. His husband merely watched him when he then nodded at the black-haired man. And the pinched powder was tossed into his face. He inhaled through his mouth only to cough as his husband had seconds ago as the grains ran down his throat. Blinking once, twice, he then grinned at his husband. "Alright! Now we wait!"
Shouta turned his face away to clear his throat slightly before taking a deep breath as he screwed the containers cover back on tightly. It smelled strangely like something sweet; something he didn't quite have the name for. Something that had him licking his lips slightly when Shouta then wrapped his arms around his waist with lips pressing to his jaw. A soft kiss that had him melting as he curled his own arms around Shouta's waist. Holding him close when Shouta echoed him. "Now we wait."
"Mmm."
The quiet, absent minded hum filled the quiet of the living room and sent a shiver down his back as Shouta curved into his arms. Fingers toyed with his hair absent mindedly; twirling, tugging, flicking at his hair restlessly. Knees digging into the cushions of the couch slightly as his husband arched himself up slightly causing his head to tilt back. Pressing to the back of the couch with arms tightening around his shoulders while he pressed his lips fervently to the black-haired man's.
The quiet brush of their moving lips at their idle speed rang out with that light smack coming intermittently to break it up. Sliding his hands down on his husband's back gently, he flicked at the hem of his sweater curiously. Flipping it up with his fingers touching his husband's skin when a shudder ran over the black-haired man when he fanned his hand out. Soaking up the feverish heat radiating off of his husband's skin like a space heater.
As if he were running some type of body fever but he knew his own skin was much the same should Shouta touch it. Running hot, the both of them, was something he hadn't been expecting. He felt feverish. As if he could crawl out of his own skin at any moment just to get a reprieve from the heat that was sweltering beneath it. The heat that was dragging it's nails lazily beneath the surface of it. A back and forth drag that was driving him insane.
He wasn't sure how much longer he could withstand the rub of his clothing against his feverish skin. Moving his lips against Shouta's, a hand sank into his hair to cup the back of his head with a light push that had lips pressing harder to his own which he was more than delighted to reciprocate. There was something so good in being so meshed close to his husband the way that he was. Whether it was the feel of him above him in his arms or the press of his lips to his.
He had not a clue which, but it had him absolutely excited. He slid his hands beneath his husband's sweater with goosebumps breaking out beneath his hands as the black-haired man shuddered. He clung to Shouta as he slid his hands along his back delightedly when he scratched gently at that spot between his shoulder blades. Tracing the scars that lined his husband's back with the tips of his fingers. Tracing idle shapes into his skin to get the black-haired man squirming in his arms.
There'd been many expectations with this powder, but the radiating heat hadn't been one he was expecting. Fingers toyed with his hair as his husband pressed tightly to him which pushed him against the back of their couch. Pinning him there. And he fucking adores it. Adores the tight pinned push of his husband's chest to his own as he slid his hands along his feverish skin. Sliding his hands forward to caress his waist as lips slid against his with a trace of that eagerness.
Of the fervent desire to share in the arousal that was mounting slowly upwards making the air thick. Moving his lips against his husband's, he let his own eagerness shine through as he admired the way those lips molded and shaped to his. How they fit so perfectly with his own that he didn't know what to do with himself. Melting into the back of the couch, he clutched Shouta closer as lips moved together with that quiet whisper of movement.
Tracing his hands along his husband's waist, he dragged his nails lightly over that feverish skin which gave him a sharp exhale from his husband. He slid his hands backwards towards the small of his back. Slipping beneath his sweater effortlessly where he touched the feverish heat of his skin. Loving how his husband arched into his hands with fingers tugging at his hair. Oh, it sent shivers down his back when those fingers curled hair around them then tugged.
He couldn't remember who reached for who. How Shouta ended up in his lap like this or who was the first to lean in to kiss the other. Who broke first? It didn't matter to him one little bit who broke first. All that mattered was that he had Shouta in his arms with fingers playing with his hair as he slid his hands along feverish skin. The black-haired man squirmed in his arms with lips sliding against his with such bold adoration that it had his heart jumping wildly in his chest.
His stomach fluttering wildly while he traced his fingertip over his husband's back. Over his shoulder blades. The center of his back coaxing it to arch forward with their chests pressing together tightly. Fingers tightening in his hair in response as fistfuls were grabbed at which created a sharp, taut pull on his scalp. It had him whining quietly under his breath in response when he dragged his nails over his husband's lower back with as much strength as he dared.
It earned himself a hitching breath in response. Trembling over his cheek in an exhale as full, plush lips crushed themselves to his own. A tender passion beginning to bleed into the kiss that he returned to without a second thought. God, if he didn't love the tender passion that often found its way into their kisses like this. Like an undercurrent that slowly became undeniable with each kiss given. Holding Shouta impossibly close to him was a pleasure unlike anything else.
He didn't know if it was simply from the usual pleasure, he got from holding his husband or an added boost of the pollen. He felt like his head was swirling slowly; a downwards funnel that would empty his mind of anything that didn't consist of Shouta. He knew with the dosage they both took that it would wear off around midnight. But until then it was a matter of getting through this and out of thier system. He squeezed his arms around his husband as he touched skin that was dry beneath his fingertips.
Humming out quietly himself, he traced idle shapes into his husband's skin. Scratching playfully at his back with lips sliding against his with that spark of eagerness he'd recognize anywhere as he moved his lips with Shouta's. Kissing him delightedly with that tender passion of theirs when he felt his husband squirming before his lower half was pressing down into his lap. Sucking in a sharp breath at the change in pressure, he dragged his nails down his husband's back.
Loving the way, it arched with their chests pressing tightly together as fingers yanked at his hair. Lips moving against his with a hunger that he returned without thinking twice as he slid his hands along the feverish warmth of his husband's back. He had been made aware of the effects of the sex pollen, but it was so much different than he thought it'd be. That ache that normally came later on was twisting into his stomach lowly to welcome his crotch into the fray.
His hands trembled lightly as he traced shapes into his husband's back with the rub of his sweater against his feverish skin threatening to drive him insane. He clung to his husband who was kissing him with such passion that it had him exhaling sharply through his nose. Sucking in a sharp breath with his chest fluttering in the limited space of his as lips slid against his. The excitement was threatening to choke him in its strangle hold.
The desire to touch, kiss, and caress his husband's feverish skin was overpowering. To lose himself in the black-haired man was all too easy. It always had been but today it was extra easy to do so as he moved his lips against those plush full ones delightedly. Loving how they slid and caressed against his with that light smack ringing out when his husband began to roll his hips down cautiously. Curiously. It was a pressure that had him hissing in as his hands slid down his husband's back to grab at his waist.
Holding onto him with that heat crackling under his skin when Shouta began to grind down against him. He fucking loves this. Loves, loves, loves this man trapped in his lap as hips continued to move as he ground down into his lap cautiously. It had him shuddering with his back arching from the back of the couch when fingers yanked at his hair once again sending shivers racing down his back. It had him sighing out through his nose when he braced his feet on the floor.
Arching his hips up to join in his husband's cautious grinding. Slow. Circles that were all too easy to follow along with as he kneaded at his husband's waist with thumbs moving slightly. Tracing the shape of his hips through his sweats that sat low on them. The heat was crackling under his skin like lightning through his veins. That desire was twisting under his skin to grip his bones in a strangle hold. Arousal that reared its head to twist into him with that excitement.
It felt far more intense than it had any other time, and he was drowning under the weight of his desire and arousal. He was getting so damned turned on that his head was swimming with the heat that swelled beneath his skin. Holding onto his husband with lips sliding against his with a hint of urgency. Something that he picked up on as it bubbled lowly like an undercurrent to the passion of their kisses. He slid his hands along his husband's waist where he squeezed at him again.
Earning himself another huff against his cheek as fingers yanked at his hair. And God, if he didn't fucking love it. If he didn't absolutely love everything about this feverish heat that was driving him crazy. Tracing his hands along his husband's waist, he curved his hands up to caress his sides which had the man shuddering. Squirming. Hips continued their cautious grinding together, but it sent sparks up his back as his husband pressed down into his lap harder.
It had his toes curling against the floor as he let out a huffing exhalation through his nose. Lip sliding against him with such passion, such desire, it had him absolutely swooning as he slid his hands up and down his husband's sides. Dragging his nails lightly when he slid his hands down to his waist then used the edges of his nails to trace his hips. To flick at the waistband of his pants teasingly with the black-haired man letting out a quiet whine in the back of his throat.
A small sound that had his skin ripping with heat as he ground up against his husband who twisted eagerly in his arms with fingers tugging at his hair. Shots racing down his back with each hard pull on his hair had him squirming beneath the black-haired man with a low moan spilling out of him in response. Was it the heat of the sex pollen that made him all the more sensitive? Was it the feverish heat? He wished he could tell. That he had a solid answer for it, but he didn't.
He couldn't think long enough to figure it out. Oh, he swore he hadn't even burned this heat when they'd been playing with the erotic lactation. Now that had been an amazing night with Shouta's mouth on his chest. Suckling at his nipples fervently while he slammed up into the black-haired man who moaned and twisted above him. Suckling at his nipples until they were just as red and swollen as Shouta's had been.
God, there was so much about that night that had been absolutely amazing. It was hard to believe they were halfway through their challenge. Halfway towards the end of February. It was amazing how the passage of time refused to slow, even for them. He'd been so happy in the days following their erotic lactation; if anything, he'd been over the moon. Ecstatic. Absolutely delighted despite the sensitivity to his nipples but other than that? Fuck, it had been absolutely amazing.
He adored every moment of that night. It was a night that had seared itself into his mind with the promise that he wouldn't forget about it for some time. That it would be fresh in his mind if he decided to go, and it was an amazing memory that he wanted to keep with him. For three days he had had the blissful knowledge of having that sensitivity to his chest. Three blissful days of euphoria that he shared with his husband who had seemed smugly satisfied they crossed off another option on their list.
It was while he was doing this that he looked it over to find another choice off of it. It was then that his eyes had fallen on sex pollen. Something that had piqued his interest. So, he turned to the internet; anything on sex pollen had been his goal. It had been the ideal. He'd fallen down a rabbit hole; many forums of those with a pollen based quirk sharing their stories with their partners. How it impacted their sex life and how it improved it.
Many quirk owners bemoaning the fact that they were only used for said pollen they created. He'd been riveted; seeing both sides of the coin as he clicked on link after link trying to find out all that he possibly could when it came to sex pollen as it was called online. There was so much information that it had riveted him long past his original time he'd planned to go to bed. He'd been alert and bright eyed when his husband strolled in after his night out on patrol around one in the morning.
Both surprised to see the other, he'd been not the bit hesitant about telling his husband about what he wanted. What he was thinking of. And of course, his husband was hesitant but had taken the laptop to read the same links and forums that he'd been looking at himself. They had agreed to talk about it the next morning, which he was more than excited for. He'd been bouncing on his toes waiting for his husband to address the talk of theirs which they had over morning coffee.
After explaining what he wanted from this, how he wanted to do this, the black-haired man had seemed to relent. An uneasy relenting but one all the same to which he tried his best to soothe away his husband's worries. His anxieties. When he'd gone back online, he'd managed to find a website that sold this powder for a pretty penny. It came with a laundry list of stipulations and rules when it came to purchasing the powder. Something he agreed too without thinking twice.
And after placing the order? Well, it'd been a matter of a week for the powder to show up in the mail. While they waited for the package to be delivered, he'd begun working on his plans. On how they were going to do this after reviewing the stipulations that had been put on the website. Anything to make sure that this went smoothly as he could possibly make it. He'd been excited at the thought of doing something like this with his husband.
Trying something like this willingly with him. It was all he'd ever wanted; to merely try something. It took until Friday for the package to come but given that he had work later that night they both agreed Saturday would be the day. It had been too easy to arrange for Eri to have a sleep over with the girls of Shouta's class. To have Yagi agree to watch over them for the night which had been easy enough. Everything had fallen into place perfectly and he couldn't be happier about it.
He squirmed beneath his husband when there was a sharp yank on his hair tore him out of his idle thoughts. Thoughts he swore he couldn't get lost in; not with the feverish heat under his skin. The sharp yank had him arching with another low moan tearing itself out of his throat. It had him twisting eagerly beneath the black-haired man who ground down in tight circles that had his toes curling tightly against the floor.
Grinding up against him eagerly with his hands sliding down his husband's sides to his waist to knead at him. It had his husband pressing forward against him with lips moving urgently against his. Sliding faster with a change in tempo that he was more than eager to follow along with as that ache pulsed in his lower half. An ache that twisted itself tighter, tighter, tighter into his lower stomach with Shouta grinding down against him.
A tight grinding that he followed along with as his dick gave a volley of curious twitches that had his feet squirming on the floor. His hips pressing up tightly against his husband fervently with tight circles being ground together with hands tugging at his hair tearing another low sound out of him. Shuddering at the airy, breathless whine leaving his husband as hips moved together frantically. Grinding in circles that had him shuddering with heat ripping beneath his skin.
Hands clutching at his hair delightfully. He was drowning in the heat that was twisting under his skin relentlessly making the brush of his sweater over his skin all the more insufferable. Grinding up against his husband delightedly with that spark of eagerness when the black-haired man pressed down tightly with a whine that acted like a shot to his stomach. The heat under his skin was raking over him relentlessly as he felt a clammy sheen of sweat spreading over his forehead.
Under his sweater. He felt so feverish that his head swayed weakly with the effect of that powder. Kissing his husband with that hungry desire that was being aimed his way like his life depended on it. The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening over the quiet murmur of the TV before them when he leaned forward away from the back of the couch as his husband hissed in a breath. And then he was twisting in his spot with his knees pressing to the side of the couch.
Moving awkwardly to keep his lips on those plush full ones the best that he absolutely could. Moving to pin his squirming husband down to the cushions over the couch with thighs spreading open wide as Shouta planted his foot to the floor with a thud. Thighs spreading open wide for him to settle himself between when his dick again twitched in response to the excitement twisting sharply into his chest. An excitement that merely had that ache flaring as he pressed his hips down tightly against his husband's.
Then he began to roll them down. Grinding against his husband earning himself a low moan from the black-haired man beneath him as hands left his hair much to his disappointment. They slid down to grab the hem of his sweater which was flipped up and he couldn't stop himself from shuddering when those rough hands touched his waist. Dry. Hands slipped beneath the hem of his sweater to caress his sides much to his delight.
Tingles raced under his feverish skin as his husband began to slide his hands up and down along his sides. He ground his hips down in tight circles against his husband who moaned up at him quietly with nails dragging over his skin. Burning lines left behind on his waist as he crushed his lips to Shouta's eagerly with hips raising up beneath him to grind with him. How effortless this was. To merely act upon his desires and twist together with his husband who was squirming beneath him eagerly.
He ground down harshly with the black-haired man moaning quietly again with hands clutching at him as if to bring him impossibly close. As if he could drag him beneath his feverish skin. His dick gave a volley of twitches as he ground himself down tightly against his husband. Shouta merely whined at him with hands clawing at his waist. Twisting him impossibly close to the black-haired man and he adores it.
Pressing down tightly against his husband, pinning him to the cushions, had a wheezing breath fanning over his hot cheek. Oh, the blush there burned so fiercely his cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of it. Uncomfortably hot. His hair slithered over his shoulders as he rolled his hips down in tight circles that his husband returned as pleasure sparked up his back only to pool into his stomach. It felt so good.
He'd begun running hot a while ago when he'd been making their lunch of sandwiches and chips. He'd begun getting feverish after he rinsed the dishes off and Shouta had crowded him against the kitchen sink. Hands touching his waist. He'd dragged Shouta to the couch where he tugged him onto his lap, hadn't he? Is that how it happened? He couldn't remember clearly. Not when he had those full lips on his kissing him with such desire and lust that it was making it hard to focus.
To focus on anything outside of the feverish heat burning beneath his skin that had a clammy sheen of sweat breaking on his forehead as he rolled his hips down desperately. Tight circles that his husband returned to him as he clutched at his waist with one hand planted onto the cushions to keep him upright over the black-haired man. God, he didn't think they meant it that he'd get so hot. He squeezed at his husband before curling his fingers playfully into the waistband of his pants.
Tugging it away then letting it flip back into place. It had Shouta squirming beneath him with hips arched upwards eagerly with hips grinding in time with him; hard, tight circles that had them both moaning in that low, hushed pitch as he pressed himself tightly to Shouta. Kissing him with all the passion and desire he possessed in his damn body that he poured into the kiss. The lust that was flaming under his skin that left him feverish in its wake as he kissed his husband.
His dick twitching in a volley when he felt something wet drip onto his boxers already. Pre-come? Already? It surprised him but did it come as a shock? He was hotter than he ever remembered being and his crotch was aching. All of him was aching. He ground himself down tightly against his husband before he decided to switch it up. Abandoning his tight circles, he began to slid his hips back and forth awkwardly but he did it.
Sliding his hips in a rub down against his husband had the black-haired man moaning throatily at him with nails raking down his sides startling a moan out of himself. He never wanted someone as bad as he wants Shouta. It was like his desire, his lust, his need of this man had been amplified. It was multiplying and he was drowning under the weight of it. He swore the last time he felt a need this acute, this painful, had been the night they tried aphrodisiacs.
Or had it been the very first time they made love? It was hard to remember. To pin point a time when he burned this hotly over the black-haired man beneath him. Hands slid along his sides with nails scratching playfully at his waist as lips slid against his with that sharp smack ringing out as trembling breaths fanned onto hot cheeks. He can only imagine how lovely his husband looked with black curls spread over the couch cushion. The blush to his cheeks.
How red his lips would get after their passionate kisses and how they'd plump up gently with that swollen appearance. How those dark mismatched eyes would shimmer up at him pleadingly with black lashes fluttering. Brows squeezing while lips parted as he arched up beneath him with a pleading whimper. It was all right there driving him mad as he kissed his husband hungrily. Lustfully. It was something that was returned to him without a hint of hesitation.
He continued to snap his hips back and forth in a rub against his husband that had the man moaning. His dick twitched at the sound of that throaty moaning of his husband's as he curled his hand into a fist against the cushions. He clawed at his waist then slid his hand beneath him to fan out over his lower back to angle his hips up. A perfect fit as his hips continued their back and forth slide over the black-haired man who whimpered at him.
Hips moving to grind up against him much to his delight as he continued dragging his hips back and forth with his husband squirming beneath him. Shaking huffs of exhales fanning over his cheek as their lips continued to move together with that hard press. The quick speed as they slid together allowing him to admire the dampness of their lips; the plushness of those full lips against his own. The light press of the tip of Shouta's nose touching his cheek as hands slid up and down his sides.
Nails continuing to scratch at him playfully. Teasing him. He twisted to arch down against his husband who merely squirmed beneath him with a huff as hands clutched at him fervently. He pinned his husband down to the cushions the best that he could with shaking breaths being taken through noses quickly. Shallowing. Racing with anticipation as if both were waiting to see what the other would do. What type of pleasure would be given next?
The rub of his sweater was insufferable, but he knew that soon enough he'd be losing his layers when they got to the bedroom. If they made it there. Oh, it felt like light years away to their bedroom, but he knew he had to make it there when it was time to do so. Sliding his hips down against his husband, his dick twitched in a volley at the pleasure pooling into him. The excitement. He pressed down hard against his husband who moaned beneath him with hips bucking up to thrust against him.
And God, if that didn't send a spark racing up his back when he gasped through his nose only to moan down at his husband. He felt hands sliding up to touch his chest to push him back as lips broke apart with a smack. He whined but the black-haired man tugged at the hem of his sweater. Flipping it up over his stomach towards his chest where he leaned back on his knees slightly to lift his arms up as his husband bunched the fabric up.
Working it over his head carefully with hair sliding through the neckline to tickle his skin as his husband did his best to keep from yanking his hearing aids or glasses off of him. Once he was clear of it, his arms tugged through the sleeves, and it was thrown off to the side on the coffee table. And oh, it was such a relief. He shuddered at how cool the air felt on his feverish skin, but he ignored it as he watched Shouta reach for his own sweater.
The icy splatter of rain hitting the window was deafening as he watched with delight as his husband flipped his shirt over his stomach to his chest. Admiring the broadness of his chest where nipples stood too attention from his arousal. Black curls of hair covering his broad chest when he let his gaze flicker down to his stomach again. His tattoo peeked out past the waistband of his sweatpants like a little secret of his.
Following his happy trail down the lower half of his stomach where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants like a tease. He lifted his gaze up when his husband got his sweater off onto the floor when he met those mismatched eyes. They flamed with heat at him as his chest arched up slightly with arms curling up over his head. They rested on those black curls as his head pressed back. Showing off the length of his throat.
That blush smothered itself over his cheeks in a deep red hue as that clammy sweat glistened on his forehead. His blush spreading down to color his collar bones gently in a soft red as black lashes fluttered at him innocently. Looking all the world like a temptation; like sin itself. Desire. And he was helpless as he flew down to crush his lips back to Shouta's in a passionate, sizzling kiss that was returned to him. And it felt so fucking good having his feverish skin brushing Shouta's.
What did it feel like? Could he feel his nipple piercings? His belly button piercing? He wanted to question it, but he was far, far too lost in the heat. Far too lost to pay attention to anything other than kissing this man silly. He began to move his hips again in slides; back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Tight slides that had his husband moaning beneath him which had his dick twitching in a volley.
Wet drops of pre-come dripping into his boxers steadily which, any moment now, would create a wet patch. All before he was properly hard. It had him shuddering with his hips moving quickly to rub himself against Shouta who merely spread his thighs open wider. Spreading wide for him the best that he could as hips ground up against him with hands sliding along his sides again. Curving backwards to target his back with fingertips rubbing over the scars that littered his own body.
Scars that he'd long since forgotten about. Moving his hips quickly, he felt his husband squirming beneath him with a moan spilling out of the black-haired man that he couldn't stop himself from echoing. Clawing at his husband's waist as his other hand planted into the couch cushion to keep himself upright the best he could as he lowered himself down. The brush of Shouta's skin against his own was damn near enough to get him riled up. To get him frenzied.
To get him absolutely howling with the strange relief it brought him as he pressed down to pin his husband to the cushions again. Loving the low sound, it got him from the man as hips rolled up while he continued to snap his back and forth. Rubbing down against his husband as his dick twitched in a volley when he arched his back with a huff flying out of him through his nose. He then felt lips parting against his with the touch of a tongue to his lower lip.
Tracing the shape of his bottom lip then flicking at his top lip with that silent request for entry. For his mouth to open up. And then he opened his mouth without thinking twice as he moved his tongue eagerly with his piercing clicking off of his teeth. He ignored it for the touch of Shouta's tongue was like another strange rush of relief. A hand left his side to come up to grab at a fistful of his hair. A hard yank being given that had him moaning as he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's.
His mouth opening up wider to welcome his tongue into his mouth when he felt the all too familiar nudging at his piercing. Swirling around it. He got another hard pull on his hair that had his back arching as he found himself thrusting down against his husband. A hard thrust that had Shouta moaning in unison with himself when he repeated the action again. And again. Nails raking over his waist paired with the finger in his hair were all he needed. He felt that gush of blood draining from his woozy head down to his crotch.
Streaking through his veins so damn fast he swore it hurt. And he was eager to welcome the gush of blood downward when he felt Shouta hardening beneath him. Straining effortlessly against the loose fabric of his sweatpants, he rubbed himself against the forming bulge of his husband's erection which earned him a moan from Shouta. Purposeful rubs over it that had the man squirming beneath him with airy gasps being taken through a nose as lips crushed themselves fervently against his.
His tongue nudging, pushing and swirling around his piercing before sliding against his tongue in a rub that he returned without thinking twice. Sliding, rubbing, twisting, flicking at one another did their tongues move in damn near unison. Rubbing his tongue against his husband's delightfully which got him rubs back in response. Nails raking over his side while fingers tugged at his hair when he clawed at his husband's waist. He moved his hips moving to thrust down against him.
Twisting his tongue with Shouta's, he undulated his upwards to rub the bottom ball of his piercing across the top of his tongue. Just the way he likes it. And the moan it got him from his husband was worth it. Squirming together with that ever growing desire for closer, closer, closer only to find there is no closer. He twisted against the black-haired man to pin him down the best that he could. Moving his hips to thrust against him again, again, again.
Moving instinctively when he ground himself down against the growing bulge beneath him with his husband sucking in sharp breaths beneath him. Squirming when he continued to rub himself down against his husband with sparks racing down his back. Pleasure pooling into his stomach. God, it was setting him ablaze when he swore there was no way he could burn much hotter. When he swore there was no hotter only to find a fresh wave of heat under his skin.
He rutted against his husband shamelessly with the rustle of their pants rubbing together ringing out as thighs twitched on either side of him. As if they were trying impossibly to throw themselves open wide as they could but it was hard when his right leg was pressed to the couch. He knew it was hard, but it didn't stop his husband from trying. There was nothing he adored more than to grind, rut and thrust against this man who was squirming beneath him.
Trying to arch from the couch only to be pinned down. There was nothing that gave him greater pleasure than knowing it turned his husband on. Hell, he was so turned on he didn't know up from down or left from right. He was losing himself to the sizzling heat beneath his skin as he twisted himself down to press tightly to his husband. Thrusting down against him again and again with that pleasure pooling into his stomach when his husband squirmed beneath him.
Gasping through his nose when he pulled back from their kiss. He felt a strand of saliva flutter down his chin as Shouta gasped. Throwing his head back to press into the cushion of the couch as hands clutched at his waist and hair. Holding onto him desperately. It had him shuddering with his back arching as the slide of his husband's skin against his own had his stomach fluttering wildly. His skin buzzing at the feverish heat radiating off of his husband as curls of hair tickled his chest.
He slid his hips in rubs over the black-haired man who whimpered beneath him as thighs kept themselves spread open wide. The hard bulge beneath him sending shivers up his back as he rubbed himself down against his husband eagerly. Watching that flushed face as black brows squeezed together with lashes fluttering on deep red cheeks. The way his mouth hung open slightly with lips swelling faintly from their passionate kisses as his husband ground up against him.
Hands trembling on his waist, against the back of his head, as he rubbed down against his husband who arched his hips up. Jiggling. He was harder than anything beneath him and fuck if that didn't have his breaths rasping down his throat. Rubbing himself against his husband fiercely, pressing down harder, had the black-haired man moaning out. A burst of volume that had his stomach fluttering as his hand clawed at his lower back earning himself a shudder when he groaned lowly.
He could do this all day. All night. And if this powder had anything to say about it, he knew that he'd be going until he was wrung dry. It sent another shiver down his back at the thought of it. Of going, going, going tonight until he was too sensitive to handle another orgasm. He rubbed himself against his husband with a frantic eagerness as he shuddered at the rub of that erection to his own. God, it was so fucking good. So good, so good, so good.
Leaning down, he pressed kisses to his husband's throat; trailing them down to his heaving chest with kisses that had the black-haired man whimpering. His chest arching up as if encouraging him to go on further as black curls of hair tickled his face. His glasses slipped down his nose to which he reached up then tugged them off without thinking twice. He turned to place them on the coffee table when he returned that hand to his husband's waist.
Caressing the curve of it as he kissed at his husband's chest once, twice, before crawling his lips towards the right where he kissed at a hardened nipple. Loving how his husband's back arched up with a gasp being had as he continued to rub himself against the black-haired man. It was compulsive. Instinctive. As if he couldn't control himself properly when his husband's hips were thrusting up against him.
A hit that had him groaning lowly in the back of his throat as he covered his husband's nipple and areola. Sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth when he felt the hand in his hair slipping away only to reach down. Fingers ghosting over his waist then his hip before wedging itself in between their moving hips. Cupping his fully hardened erection with fingers squeezing so fucking good around him that it had him moaning into his husband's chest.
Arching with a thrust that had the black-haired man groaning back at him. And then, much to his delight, his husband began to rub at him; keeping in time with his jiggling hips perfectly. It had him moaning in unison with his husband then when he moved his hand from his husband's waist along his hip. Copying the actions of his husband's as he cupped that hardened bulge beneath him. Squeezing gently at it before he began to rub at his husband with hips jiggling up to thrust against his hand.
Suckling at his husband's nipple, his areola, he dug his teeth in just enough while he swirled his tongue around his nipple. Flicking at it playfully. It had the black-haired man arching up to press against his mouth with the hand on his waist flying up to cup the back of his head. A breathless, airy moan leaving his husband as that hand rubbed at him in time with his own moving hand. Oh, he swore he'd never been hotter. He was drowning.
Rutting against his husband's hand shamelessly, he thrusted against his palm with fingers curling in just enough to give pressure to his aching crotch. It felt like he had been lit aflame. All of him burning, burning, burning until he swore he couldn't breathe. And God, that rubbing hand was everything to him as he rubbed at his husband. There was a volley of twitches beneath his hand as he rubbed at that bulge giddily with his husband's hand copying his movements.
Shaking, racing pants taken up above him as hips arched up to press into his hand desperately. Eagerly. It had him shuddering with his fingers curling in to give him the pressure he clearly needed from him. His own breaths trembled and raced through his nose as he suckled fervently at his husband's nipple which got him an airy moan in response. He wants to touch this man. Kiss. Suck. Love him until they couldn't take it anymore.
He rubbed quickly at his husband with the hand on him moving in compliance as his hips bucked eagerly. Oh, oh, it was shameful how that pleasure pooled into his stomach. How it filled his veins with a boiling heat that had his blood flaming. Had him truly feverish down to the core as he suckled his husband's nipple into his mouth with his tongue moving to trace his areola gently before rubbing his piercing to that hardened nipple. God, he loved the feeling of it rubbing over his tongue.
Fuck, the powder really did enhance everything, now didn't it? That was a plus he hadn't been expecting. Rubbing his tongue against that hardened nipple again had his husband damn near mewling beneath him with hips bucking up to thrust against his hand. The hand on his own crotch squeezing at him tearing a snapping moan out of him in response. He twisted himself closer to the black-haired man as he rutted shamelessly against his rubbing hand.
Fuck, it felt so good, so good, so fucking good. That hand rubbed at him with a pressure and friction to get his erection twitching in a volley as it began to throb lightly. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. It was driving him mad already. He suckled at his husband's nipple, pulling his areola into his mouth, with a gentleness but it had his husband squirming. Twisting beneath him with airy gasps being taken above him as fingers tightened in his hair. Tugging until he popped off of him.
He glanced down with a groan at the way his hardened nipple glistened with his saliva. His areola. Glistening in the low lighting of the living room when his husband's hand coaxed him towards his left nipple. And he was more than delighted to fly down and latch onto it without thinking twice about it as he pulled that hardened nipple and areola into his mouth. As much as he could get into it as he dug his teeth in lightly as he began to swirl his tongue around his nipple.
Flicking at it then rubbing his piercing over the hardened thing that rubbed so delightfully over his tongue as he pressed his mouth fervently to his chest. Loving how his husband squirmed and twisted beneath him with racing breaths when the hand in his hair left much to his disappointment. The hand rubbing at him paused wen he whined shrilly at his husband; a pitch far too high for the both of them as they cringed in unison. His hips jumping to thrust into the air as his erection twitched.
Throbbing. And then fingers were coming together to work the button of his jeans apart. Tearing at it blindly with a shaking exhale flying out of his husband when he got his button apart. Working his zipper down with shaking fingers when they then reached up to curl into the waistband of his jeans and boxers. His breaths shook wildly when his husband managed to shove his pants down to his upper thighs. Groaning when his erection sprung out to rest up lightly against his clothed stomach with a happy twitch.
Shouta's hands traced his hips lightly before moving away. He didn't need to look to know what his husband was doing. Didn't need to look to feel his hips rising as his pants and boxers were shoved down. Didn't need to watch that thick, beautiful erection of his spring up to rest against his stomach. He could see it in his mind already and God if it didn't have him drooling as he lowered his hips down towards his husband again. Swirling his tongue around his areola and nipple.
Flicking at it playfully, he slid his hips down until his erection was pressed against his husband's. Breathless exhales rushing out of them both when he began to move his hips to rub his erection to Shouta's. Groaning at the tug on his piercings when his husband moaned out in that keening, trembling pitch that had his blood burning hot in his veins. It had him squirming with his hips eagerly before rubbing down against his husband again.
Earning himself a keening moan from the black-haired man. Hips rising upwards to press against him when they moved in a similar movement; rubbing up against him. It had shivers racing down his back when he began to move his hips to rub against his husband. Drops of pre-come slipping down added a layer of lubricant to keep the tug on his piercings from being overwhelming. To keep from being painful. He was thankful for it as his husband moved in unison to rub with him.
Grinding together when he felt fingers trailing over his erection to which he hissed in a breath. His heart jumping in his chest when he popped off of his husband's nipple with his hand pushing on the couch to sit up. Hovering over the black-haired man when he let out a moan as fingers wrapped around the both of them. Thrusting into that hand instinctively had his husband thrusting back with a delicious rub that had shivers racing down his back. Oh, oh, this was so much better.
Fingers squeezed their erections together tightly with hips moving to thrust into that hand together in near unison. His husband let out another of those snapping, trembling moans that had his heart jumping wildly in his chest as if it were trying to free itself. Trying to tear free of his fluttering chest. Thrusting into his husband's hand again with that tight squeeze had him moaning out. His piercings dragged deliciously against his husband's erection.
Fingers squeezed tightly again much to his delight when he watched black lashes fluttering on red cheeks. Eyes forcing themselves open to stare up at him with a heat to that gaze that had him shuddering. God, he swore his husband never looked hungrier. More lustful. That was a look that seared him to his bones. He shuddered at the sight of it with his hand squeezing at his husband's waist when full lips parted with those racing breaths as lashes fluttered at him.
That blinded right eye managing to smolder at him just as fervently as that rich dark left one. Shouta's back arched up again with nipples damp with a light shimmer from his saliva as he groaned at the sight. And then, much to his delight, that hand holding their erections together began to stroke in time with their shallow thrusts into his hand. Fuck him, it felt damn good. It had him moaning down at the black-haired man who merely stroked them faster with fingers squeezing them together tightly.
His palm rubbing over dripping heads as he ground his erection to Shouta's eagerly which was returned to him. Black curls spread wildly around that flushed face on the cushions. He looked positively lovely beneath him; he'd never seen him look more turned on in his life. He felt ready to burst out of his skin. He was hot, hot, hot. His head seeming to swim with the heat that swelled beneath his skin like an inferno ready to devour him. Ready to raze him to ashes.
His hips moved desperately to thrust into his husband's hand with the black-haired man moving with him. As if he were helpless. As if it were impossible to stay still. And God if it didn't feel impossible as he ground himself against his husband. Thrusting into his hand with his nails dragging over the material of the cushions beneath them with his breaths rasping in then raking out of him as his heart thudded against his chest.
Spreading that fire as he thrusted in unison with Shouta who moaned so prettily beneath him that it had him gasping in with his lashes trembling. It felt like an effort to keep his eyes open and on the blurry sight of his husband squirming beneath him. He wanted him closer. Closer, closer, closer. He was dazed in his feverish state with hips moving desperately as he clawed at the cushion. At his waist. The throbbing of his husband's erection against his own was maddening.
He wanted nothing more than to be inside of him. To fuck him into the cushions while he had the chance. Ohhhhh, if it didn't have him gasping as his lashes fluttered down and his mouth dropping open at the mere thought. They'd slipped a plug into Shouta to make sure they could dive right into it and the idea of him being just as tight? The heat that would wrap around his throbbing erection? The way that the black-haired man would squirm, twist and moan beneath him?
It had him thrusting faster, faster, faster into the black-haired man's stroking hand. The idea of shoving his husband's knees up to his chest with his erection buried within him? The way those hands would claw at his shoulders leaving red marks behind? How desperately they'd both move just to get the pleasure of the moment? The idea that he could fuck this man to his hearts content had him panting. Had his hands trembling in their tight holds on his waist and the cushion as he snapped his hips forward.
Feeling his husband moving with him with grinding rubs to the underside of his erection. The tight squeeze of that hand wrapped around them as he moaned desperately at his husband who merely moaned back at him enthusiastically. God, he was burning up. Hotter now that he had that stimulation when he lifted his hand from Shouta's waist with his brows squeezing together. And he reached between them to wrap his hand around their conjoined erections.
Fingers weaving with Shouta's and together, in unison, he began to stroke the both of them. Fast slides from base to head in slick strokes as fingers squeezed tightly together. Rubbing himself to the black-haired man as their hands squeezed with just enough pressure to get his husband to cry out. It had him crying out himself as he thrusted into their conjoined hands as they stroked desperately. Urgently. It was so hard to think of something to say when the heat was smoldering it away.
When he was a panting mess that wanted nothing more than to come. He wants so badly to come. He knew it would only make things worse but fuck if he doesn't want it. If he didn't want to come all over himself and Shouta. To make a damn mess he'd have to lick away. It had his stomach fluttering as his head dropped forward with hair slithering over his shoulders annoyingly but he ignored it when he forced his eyes open.
Eyes rolling before focusing on that red face below him as hands moved faster. Stroking quickly as they possibly could with fingers squeezing in the attempt to keep from slipping off. Palms rubbed slickly over the heads of their erections. Taking turns. Squeezing. Stroking. And Shouta looked so fucking good; his nipples glistening with his drool as they stood to attention with each fluttering raise and fall of his chest. The way that blush colored his collar bones and blushed a deep, rich red in his cheeks.
The sparkle to those mismatched eyes that spoke of a determination to get them both off. He shuddered as he watched his husband lick his lips before they parted as his mouth dropped open. A rather lewd moan of his slipping out of him had his heart jumping in his chest when he moaned out himself in a low, snapping pitch that had his husband squirming beneath him eagerly. Hips bucking to thrust into their conjoined hands as he began to twist his hand in that lazy twist that always drove his husband mad.
He slid his hand to bases where he kneaded at them both before curving his hand on that upwards stroke to get his husband moaning at him again. Spread thighs shaking as his erection throbbed against his own. Twitching. Dripping. So wet already that it had him shivering with the heat rushing in a wave under his skin. He was going to drown under this heat and they hadn't even started yet. The idea he could experience this pleasure with his husband all night? It was absolutely electrifying.
"Go-God, do you have an-any clue how fuckin' good you lo-look right now? Do you ha-have any idea how beautiful you are?" He breathed out as he watched those dark lashes flutter as eyes strained briefly. No doubt fighting the urge to roll back when his husband moaned as his back arched up. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. No word fit for the sight beneath him. "Fu-Fuck, baby, I wish I had a-a camera on you right now! Wha-What a beautiful, gorgeous, sexy fucking thi-thing you are! I cou-could eat you up!"
Fingers tightened on their erections tearing a moan out of him then as his hips bucked instinctively into that tight grasp as his husband thrusted with him. A rub that had his eyes threatening to roll back themselves as his lashes fluttered but Shouta merely squirmed with a whimper. "Mmmm! Yo-You look too fucking good! Too good! Ah! Mmmn! God, fuck, I-I want you so ba-bad! So bad, Zashi! I want you to fu-fuck me all afternoon! All night long! I wan-want your hands on me! Wa-Want you to love me!"
"I'll lo-love you all night long, baby! I just- Nnnn! Fuck! Shit! God, baby, you're gonna drive me crazy, aren't you? Ar-Are you going to make me beg for it? Ma-Make me beg to be in that ti-tight, hungry hole of yours?" A whine left his husband then as he squirmed in desperate twists beneath him. Spread thighs trembling with fingers tightening around their erections. Grinding against him. "You wa-want my cock that badly? Want that tight ass of yours filled up wi-with it? Want me to fu-fuck you good?"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yesss! I wa-want your cock so bad! I wan-want it in me! Stretching me out so goood! Filling me up! I want you to fu-fuck me into the bed! On the floor! Up against the ff-fffucking doors! Th-The walls! I want you to fuck me all-all over our bedroom! In the sho-shower! I want you to fi-fill me up with all your cu-cum! Want you to fuck me 'til m-mmmmy legs are shaking! Ah! Ohhhh, fuck! Mmmm! Fuck me, Zashi, please? Fuck me? You always fe-feel so good! Hands, mouth, cock, it all fe-feels so good!"
Oh, it had his blood ripping with heat as he thrusted into their conjoined hands. Thrusting forward when hands slipped down to the base only to twist their hands upwards in strokes that had his toes curling as he groaned down at his husband. Loving the airy moan, it got him back as hips thrusted up into their hands; rubbing against him so good. "I'll fuck you, baby, I promise! I'll fi-fill you up with my cock! You always lo-love having my big fucking cock in you, huh? You desperate for it? Want me that bad?"
"Ohhh, yes! Yes, I wa-want you so fucking bad! So bad, Zashi!" Fuck, he loves that airy, breathless sound of his husband's deep voice rising higher the faster their hands stroked. The faster hips snapped forward together to thrust into their conjoined hands. Watching as mismatched eyes did their best to keep from rolling back when his husband squirmed. Twisting. "I want you so fucking bad! Want yo-your big cock in me! Want you to fuck me! Sho-Show me how badly you want me!"
"I will! I fucking wi-will, baby! God, I want you so bad! Need you! Oh! Mmm! Nnnn! Fuck, yes, stroke like that! Mmmmn! Squeeze ti-tighter! Ah! Yes! Such a bea-beautiful boy! Ha-Handsome, gorgeous, se-sexy! No one can com-compare to you! All mine, right?" He loved the mewling whimper that left his husband as those shaking thighs seemed to spread impossibly wide. Thrown open for him as hips moved desperately. "I lo-love you so much, Shouta! So much! Ah! Fuck, yes! Gonna ma-make me cum, huh?"
It sent shivers down his back at the pleading whimper leaving his husband. He was flaming with that heat. Hot. He was burning up hotter than anything as he rutted into thier conjoined hands without a second thought. Rubbing, grinding, slipping against his husband's throbbing erection as fingers tightened together. Stroking fast, fast, fast to match the speed of their thrusts with that drag of the skin around his piercings sent shivers down his back. God, it was so good.
How could he ever forget how good frotting can be? Squeezing the throbbing erections in his grasp, he moved his hand faster with Shouta's; his palm rolling over dripping heads in those lazy twists upwards. Kneading at the base when his hand flew down while squeezing to keep their erections pressed tight together. It had his husband moaning beneath him with hips rutting desperately up to grind against him. Rubbing. Slipping against him slickly due to the dribbling pre-come from the both of them.
He was hot. Hot, hot, hot. He swore he'd never been harder in his life. It was a frenzy to get off. To relish the pleasure together and he knew this wouldn't be the end of it. It wasn't the end by far. They were just starting out and even if it was only technically foreplay first, he didn't care. He planned on fucking this man senseless for the remainder of the night. He planned on pinning him down and fucking him into the bed. Shoving him up against the walls like he wants.
He was going to fuck him over every inch of their bedroom if that's what Shouta wanted. He'd use as many positions as he could think of if it meant making the black-haired man feel good. He'd bend him over, twist him and hold his legs to his chest. Fuck, he was going to hold him up in his arms and bounce the man on his erection until he couldn't take it anymore. He was going to watch those hips roll and grind against him while his husband smirked at him with that meanness he fucking loves.
There's nothing he wants more than to watch how his husband's hips roll in their lifts and drops. To hold onto his hands as he fucked himself on his erection with all the speed he desired. To watch those black curls fly around his face and shoulders as he bounced himself quickly. He wants to watch Shouta move. He wants to watch himself slip in and out of that stretched hole of his while hands gripped at his ankles. He wants to be torn apart, devoured, and pieced right back together the second that it was possible.
He wants to tear Shouta down to a sobbing, wailing mess as nails raked down his back with the plea of no more. To make him come again and again until his skin was splattered with come. He wants to devour this man from head to toe and give him all the pleasure he deserves. He works so damn hard all the time and all he wants is to make his husband feel good. All he wants is to give Shouta so much pleasure he was a sobbing mess with hands reaching for him.
To watch him stand on his shaking leg with thighs trembling as he gently washed his skin clean. He wants to be everything for his husband. A point of pleasure. A point of love. Of adoration. To care for him. And he wants to make him feel good tonight. He was going to make sure their trip with this sex pollen was going to go right for the both of them. That would be the most pleasurable that both felt. He rutted into their hands as he stroked faster in time with his husband.
A snapping, guttural groan ripping out of him when fingers ground into the head of his erection. Smearing away the dripping pre-come with a moan tearing out of him in response as his back arched. Hips rutting against those grinding fingers with his husband whining beneath him before their hands were dipping down towards the base. Slick. Wet. God, he was drowning under the heat tearing into him. He hadn't even come yet and he swore he'd never burned hotter.
He shuddered with his hips moving quickly to match the past of their hands. Fuck him, if it didn't feel amazing to have his husband move with him. There was nothing he adored more than that as he felt his husband's hips moving to grind against his erection. Rubbing against him shamelessly with their hands twisting together on those upwards strokes near the heads. The quiet, slick sound of their stroking filling the quiet of the living room.
A deafening sound over the murmuring TV but he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was that they put on it while they waited for the powder to take effect. He was sizzling. He'd never burned hotter in his life as he thrusted shamelessly. Rubbing himself slickly against his husband with the black-haired man moaning beneath him in response. Feeling Shouta's back arching as nails dragged against his side. As if he could drag him impossibly close.
He happily leaned down to pin his husband down to the cushions which had the man twisting eagerly. Hips jerking up into their conjoined hands with rubs against his erection that felt so damn good. Oh, he wasn't going to last long at all at this rate. He stroked them fast as he possibly could without his slick fingers slipping off all together as he continued with those twists. Continued with the strokes downwards where he kneaded at the base of their erections together then sliding up.
Moving his hands with twists that had Shouta moaning ecstatically at him. Arching beneath him with squirms as his thighs spread impossibly wide. And without thinking twice about it, he leaned down to trace his tongue along his lower lip then flicking the tip at his upper lip. Tracing it gently with the black-haired man whimpering with such unmistakable delight when his mouth opened up for him with a huff. And he giddily dipped his tongue into his husband's mouth as he crushed their lips together fervently.
He moved his tongue with his piercing hitting off of his teeth, but he hardly paid it mind when his husband's tongue met him in the middle. Sliding against his slickly, he moaned out with his hand tightening its grasp which had Shouta tightening his. A hard squeeze as their erections slipped and slid together slickly with pre-come dripping consistently. God, he'd sworn he never had been more turned on in all of his life. He'd never been more aroused in all of his life. Fuck him, he was burning up.
His blood was boiling in his veins. Heat clawing beneath the surface of his skin with razor nails. A voice in the back of his head shrieking with the demand for him to come. For him to hurry towards his orgasm as he rutted into their hands shamelessly with his husband following suit. Not a sign of hesitation nor shame in his husband's thrusts as panting breaths fanned onto flushed cheeks as he stroked them fast as he possibly can. Squeezing. Kneading.
Grinding his fingers into dripping heads only to let his husband's hand curve up to palm at them shamelessly before hands dropped down in fast strokes that had his hips twitching in between thrusts. It was a pleasure unlike anything else. They weren't even done and he wants more. More, more, more of Shouta. More, more, more of what he could give and get from the black-haired man. He wanted to climb under this man's skin until he was sure there was no telling where he began and Shouta ended.
He wants so badly to fuck this man into the cushions of the couch until the springs squeaked beneath them. He wants to choke on his dick until his throat ached. He wants it so much. Would they have time for it all? He hoped so. They had the house to themselves until tomorrow so why not lose hours in this debauchery? In this lust? It had him shuddering with his hips moving to grind his erection to Shouta's delightfully.
He curved their hands in twists up near the head that had his toes curling. His heart hammering against his chest as he slid his tongue against his husband's in a slick rub that was returned to him. Slipping, sliding, twisting together with lips pressing fervently to one another. It had his teeth aching, but he ignored it for the sake of moving his tongue against Shouta's. Delighting in how that tongue prodded at his piercing restlessly with flicks, nudges, and rubs over it.
Swirling around the ball of his piercing before rubbing his tongue against his. There was nothing more delightful than kissing this man silly while they jerked each other off together. A unison action that had his heart hammering against his chest with his hand tightening on the throbbing erections beneath it. God, he wasn't going to last much longer. The heat under his skin was screaming for its satisfaction. He stroked them faster, faster, faster with hips snapping to thrust into their stroking hands.
Grinding himself to Shouta who moaned into his mouth with his tongue rubbing itself to his restlessly. Lips pressed harder than ever against his much to his delight as that ache radiated over his teeth. He twisted his tongue with his husband's with a rub that had the black-haired man squirming beneath him. It was all melting into a feverish spot that he'd not experienced before. He'd never felt more feverish in his entire life as he rutted with his husband desperately.
Hands sliding up and down, up and down, up and down in a blinding speed. Stroking for all their worth with fingers and palms rolling over the heads of their dripping erections as he moved his tongue against Shouta's. Rubbing his tongue to the black-haired man's with his hand tightening on their twitching, throbbing erections. Harder than anything beneath his palm and fingers as their hands moved in unison with hips jumping frantically.
Huffing pants being taken through noses that fanned on uncomfortably hot cheeks. He could feel sweat forming on his forehead from the feverish heat burning beneath his skin. Scalding him to his core. His erection was twitching, throbbing, with a maddening fervor that had his hips moving faster. Trying to move as fast as they can in the tight grasps of their hands. This had his husband moaning up at him when he undulated his tongue up again.
Sliding his tongue forward his piercing hit off of teeth as he rubbed the bottom ball against the top of his husband's tongue. Loving the keening moan, it got him from Shouta who clutched at him with hips jumping. God, he'd never seen anyone more beautiful than his husband. It was so easy to forget about the where when all that mattered to him was Shouta. All that mattered was feeling good together. When was the last time they had anything close to sex on the couch?
It always ended with his husband pulling the steamer out of the closet to make sure no lingering smells clung to the fabric. Annoying but he understood why his husband did it. He understood perfectly. But there was something exciting about having sex in unordinary places. There was something thrilling about it even if his husband was anal about leaving signs behind. It's why they didn't have sex in the car all that often; his husband worried their children would smell the lingering scent of sweat.
The mere idea of anyone stepping in the car afterward was levels he understood. Hell, he'd paid out of pocket before to have the car deep cleaned at Shouta's insistence. It was why the dining room chair they used for the chair bondage was never returned to the table. Why Shouta scrubbed the table down after they'd had sex on it then insisted on buying a new one. It sent shivers down his back at the faint memory of that night when his husband was sliding his tongue against his.
Wriggling slightly with a playful flick at him which he returned as lips pressed harder to his own. It was a crushing press that he absolutely adored. He felt like a starving animal; wanting more and more of this man that he could get away with. He wants to devour Shouta from head to toe and leave nothing behind of the man. He squirmed with his hips snapping forward faster. Rubbing himself shamelessly against the black-haired man who moaned up at him enthusiastically.
Ecstatically. It was a sound that had his back arching with his toes curling tightly as they pressed to the arm of the couch like leverage for his thrusts. It had the black-haired man whimpering beneath him as the couch lightly moved from his pushing on the arm of it. He thrusted into their hands with his husband arching his hips up higher to grind against him as his fingers slid slickly over the both of them. Moaning into the kiss as he twisted his tongue with Shouta's.
Rubbing against his playfully with flicks that were returned to him without hesitation. His piercing clicked off of teeth, but it was so easy to ignore it as he moved his tongue with the black-haired man's with their conjoined hands stroking fast, fast, fast with fingers squeezing them together tightly. The rub against his piercings had his eyes rolling back behind his fluttering eyelids as his hair brushed his cheeks annoyingly. Over his shoulders and down his chest.
He ignored his hair the best that he could when he felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face with his brows squeezing together tightly. Fuck, he'd never gotten so hot over frotting before. He'd never been hotter than he was right now, and he knew it was thanks to the powder. The pollen that was swimming through his blood stream and system making him woozy. Making him frantic for the pleasure that he was sharing with his husband.
The pleasure that was pooling into his stomach like magma that had his panting breaths wavering through his nose as he stroked them fast with his husband's fingers interlocked with his. Stroking with curves up near the upper half with fingers taking their turn in grinding into dripping heads of erections. He rolled the pads of his fingers over the head of Shouta's erection earning himself a keening moan in response when he traced the tips of his fingers over it.
Feeling for the slit the best he could blindly when he ground the tips of his fingers into it earning himself a louder moan. Hips thrusting up against his fingers when hands were flying down twitching erections to the base. Squeezing. Kneading. He was drowning with his heart hammering against his chest when he felt that hot spark twisting into his lower stomach. Pulling together with flutters that had his thighs shaking as he flicked his tongue at his husband's playfully.
Then he lifted his mouth up with gasps being taken. He could feel strands of saliva fluttering down his chin when he leaned back down to crush his lips to Shouta's. Passionate kisses that were returned to him with hands clutching him impossibly close to the black-haired man. They were so hot. Radiating that feverish heat that had him helpless against the desire to hump into this man's hand. To rub his erection against Shouta's which earned him breathless, back of the throat moans from the man.
He could felt his husband trembling beneath him slightly with racing pants being taken through his nose desperately. It had his stomach fluttering wildly with that hot spark tightening further in his lower stomach. His hand squeezing their erections together tightly with fast strokes; sliding slickly from head to base effortlessly. Hips snapping forward to thrust together into their conjoined hands. Ohhh, he was so sure he was getting close.
Climbing up that mountain as his world shrunk into a fiery, boiling point that had him gasping through his nose. Nothing mattered but that pleasure pooling into his stomach. Snaking up his back. The heat under his skin screamed for release and there's nothing he wants more than to get there. Oh, he was gratefully clawing his way up that mountain as he thrusted into their hands. Nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta, Shouta.
His husband squirmed fiercely beneath him with a whimper muffling itself into their kiss as their lips moved together fervently. Feverishly. He kissed his husband with all the hunger, all the desire, that he could possess in the moment. And it was returned to him without a drop of hesitation on his husband's part. Kissing together feverishly, lustfully, with a desire that had his bones rattling as he stroked them fast. Up and down, up and down, up and down.
Sleek strokes as he thrusted forward each time their hands slid down to the base much to his delight. He shuddered with his toes curling as he continued to push off the arm of the couch to aid his thrusts which had the couch moving lightly beneath them. Rutting into their conjoined hands without thinking twice about it as he felt his husband thrusting into their hands. Rubbing against him so delightfully it had him moaning into the kiss in that low, snapping pitch that had his husband squirming.
Whining beneath him pleadingly with fingers squeezing their erections again as he squirmed. His pants racing through his nose fiercely when he found himself clawing his way to the precipice of that figurative mountain. Fuck him! Fuck, fuck! He didn't think he'd come so fast but God if it wasn't mounting like a low pressure in his lower stomach that was driving him crazy. The drag of his husband's erection against his was amazing. Absolutely amazing.
And God, he wants nothing more than to come all over this man. To be forced to lick it all up to spare them the trip to the bedroom to get the wipes. He wants to drown himself in the man. Wants to be held so tightly that his bones ached because his husband refused to let go easily. He wants to pin those rough hands above his head while he fucked him desperately. Praised his body the way that he wants too.
Thrusting into their conjoined hands desperately, he couldn't stop himself from grunting under his breath with the effort. The frantic thrusts and strokes given by the both of them did nothing but have him teetering on that edge. Boiling in his own skin with the hope that one orgasm would drain him of this feverish heat. Just one. And yet he knew it wouldn't be enough. He knew that one orgasm would merely give way to other orgasms tonight until the heat drained from under his skin.
The thought sent shivers down his back as he thrusted quickly in time with his stroking hand when his husband broke off their passionate kisses. Throwing his head back into the pillow with a howled cry of his name. Spilling out of the man again and again in that breathless cry that it had his back arching. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi! It was a melody. Something he wanted to listen to all night as his husband thrusted into their hands with that breathless cry of his name leaving him.
Like a praise. A plea. A curse. A prayer. It had his heart jumping in his throat at the half formed words spoken by the black-haired man which choked off without completing themselves. And it had him burning hotter than anything when his shaking thighs began to tense up. His stomach flexing with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as his eyes began to roll back on him from the pure pleasure pooling into him. It had his breaths rasping in his throat with anticipation uncurling in his chest.
Twisting hand-in-hand with that excitement as his husband continued to shout slurred, breathless cries. His name mixed with that delighted cry of "yes, yes, yes!" spilling out of the black-haired man shamelessly. And God, it was enough. His husband was stiffening beneath him with another wail tearing out of him and God, he couldn't stop himself from shouting with him. Clutching at the couch cushion desperately as he stiffened up with those tingles racing up his thighs and he was done.
Done, done, done! He was falling over the edge that he'd been teetering on for mere seconds it seemed. His orgasm slammed over him with an intensity that had his wail choking off in his throat into a croak. His hips jerked desperately before stilling as he squeezed their erections together. His erection throbbed- no, it felt like it was pulsing in his grasp as he gasped. Sucking air in before snapping his mouth shut to keep from howling louder as his husband's wail choked off beneath him.
White-hot heat slammed over him with an intensity so fierce he swore he saw stars behind his eyes. Swore that he was shaking harder than he ever had as line after line of come shot out of him with each pulsing throb of his erection. Coming, coming, coming. It was never ending. He was so hot, hot, hot. He was drowning under that white-hot heat that was tearing him apart from the inside out. He could feel his husband's erection pulsing, throbbing, against his as he came.
Stiff beneath him just like he was. Stiff. Hot. Too good, too good, too good. So good, so good, so good! Sucking his breaths through his teeth as he kneaded at the bases of their erections, his husband let out a choked, hoarse mewling whimper as he shook beneath him. He forced his eyes open as his teeth gnashed together fervently to keep himself quiet. And God, there was nothing he wants more than to come again. Oh, the sight of his husband beneath him in his orgasmic state was everything.
The way those black brows squeezed together tightly with wrinkles breaking out in between. The way his mouth hung open with kiss swollen lips shining damply in the low lighting. His lashes fluttering on his red cheeks as his curls spread out over the cushion with hips grinding against their hands. It was enough to make him come again. It had him shaking, shuddering, as he ground against their hands. Grinded against his husband's throbbing erection with the black-haired man gasping.
And then he was shuddering as he slumped down into the couch and God, the white-hot heat under his skin ripped. It was like being hung in an eternal white space. Choking as the nails of his orgasm raked on their way out of him. Like wild animals ripping him apart. He found himself leaning heavily on his hand to keep from falling on top of his husband. He shuddered with fingers tightening around their erections before he pulled his hand away to plant onto the man's inner thigh.
And despite the small slash of relief he felt in his chest from such an intense orgasm he knew it wasn't enough. Wasn't anywhere close to enough for him. He was panting raggedly with his mouth dropping open when his husband was twisting upwards with hands pushing at his shoulders. He yelped as he was all but thrown back with the black-haired man swinging himself into his lap once more. Hands slid down to his chest with those mismatched eyes staring down at him with such hunger it had him shuddering.
His erection began to soften slightly but God if he didn't feel he could go again when his husband ducked his head down. An open mouthed kiss was placed on the side of his throat as he tilted his head back with a weak moan spilling out of him as his husband suckled gently at the skin. His tongue swirling against the skin sent shivers down his back when he let out a breathless hum. His hand coming up to twist into those wild black curls of his when he felt a hand grabbing his softening erection gently.
Stroking him slowly, gently, he found himself bucking his hips up as that heat ripped under his skin. It had cooled ever so slightly only to rear its ugly head back up again leaving him breathless. He grasped the curls tightly in his husband when his husband hummed breathlessly into his skin. Popping off of his spot with lips coming up to press against his jaw with kisses that had him absolutely melting.
He slid a hand along his husband's hip where he rubbed his thumb along the edge of it before sliding his hand down. Combing his fingers through the wild black curls there when Shouta nipped at his jaw, and he couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly in a husky pitch that he couldn't deny he had. Lifting his head up, he tugged Shouta away just enough to kiss the tip of his nose. Swallowing, he arched his hips up as that hand continued to gently stroke him with that slowness to get his toes curling.
His legs spread awkwardly but he hardly minded it. If anything, he felt that heat gathering under his skin again like a relentless fever. Like wasps were humming under his skin. He met those mismatched eyes when he grasped his husband's softening erection to begin mimicking that slow, gentle stroking of his husband's when he grinned lazily at the black-haired man. And God, the sight of that manic, Totoro-esque smirk had his stomach fluttering wildly at the sight of it.
His dick twitching at the sight of that hunger in his husband's gaze when he leaned forward with lashes threatening to stay shut as he blinked. God, does he love this man. Loves him to absolute fucking bits. There's no one he would want, need, or crave more than he did with this man before him. Licking his lips, he cleared his throat gently before watching that gaze sparkle at him in response as his dick twitched again with interest.
And he couldn't help but shudder when husband's thumb began to roll over the dripping head. Sensitive. But God if he doesn't want more. If he didn't feel that heat beginning to swell beneath his skin again as it flickered. It had his stomach fluttering wildly with his breaths catching in his throat as his hips raised up. Arching to thrust into his husband's hand weakly with his heart hammering in his chest wildly. His dick twitching again with interest as his husband kept his strokes slow. Even.
"I do-don't know 'bout you but I-I could go for another round! You wa-wanna ride my cock, baby? Wanna fuck me in-into the couch?" He wished he could get rid of the breathless tone of his, the husky edge, but it merely had that rich black eye glittering at him beautifully with that wide smirk on his lips. Twitching impossibly wider when he squeezed the flaccid, twitching dick in his grasp. "Wa-Wanna fuck me, baby? Fuck my goddamn bra-brains out? Wanna sho-show me who my cock be-belongs too?"
That wide, Totoro-esque smirk twitched wider on his husband's lips with racing pants being taken. His heart skipped when Shouta leaned forward with a hand pressing to his chest as fingers squeezed his dick. He happily arched his back when lips pressed to his jaw softly before leaning back to nip at his earlobe. It sent shivers down his back when Shouta hummed lowly in his ear with fingers moving faster when his dick twitched again. "With pleasure."