The Darkest Fifty Shades of EraserMic (Shades of EraserMic 3)

by CrypticBeans

And here it is! The final fifty chapters of nothing but smut! Enjoy!

30. A Proper Stranger

It never failed to amaze Shouta how time could truly fly when he didn't have his eye on it. Whether it was a day that was over in the blink of an eye or the end of a week, time flowed seamlessly. Silently. Time could either scrape by like a bed of razor blades or flow in that seamless, silent manner. For him, time had been filled to the brim with task after task. Whether it was work demanding his time as he prepared his class for graduation and their hero licenses, the grading that he was doing, and the tests he had to map out.

Everything took his time leaving his schedule fuller than he had realized. Filling his schedule in a way that was all too familiar when it came to the early month of April. And with April came the rain showers he'd expected of the spring month; washing away the last bits of snow, there was a dryness to the sunny days that had his husband bouncing on his toes. Looking for all the world like the happiest man on the planet to see the rest of the snow being washed away in icy ribbons.

With April came the warm temperatures for early spring that he'd recognize anywhere. He was happy to see that his husband and daughter so happy to see the snow melting away. It was amazing how the final weeks of March had been eaten up with his work that by the time he was glancing at the calendar, he'd been shocked to find that their anniversary was in little more than two months. June was looming ahead of them and with it their anniversary.

Hell, Hizashi and Hitoshi's birthdays were in July. It merely reinforced that, with the melting snow that was fading every day due to the warm rain, that time moved stealthily. It moved sleekly, silently, and he was only along for the ride. He was helpless to the way time flowed for them. There was no way to stop time in its tracks or to make the flow of it stop. There was no controlling it. All he could do was go along with the flow of it. To find his footing the way he did with everything else in his life.

Come April, he found himself swamped with work. He found himself wrapped in work projects, grading, and struggling to get emails out to parents about the upcoming graduation. About final exams. Preparing his students for both the physical exam and the written paper exam was proving itself to be somewhat difficult. He was pouring extra time into Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero. In Todoroki and Midoriya. It was easy to forget about the march of time when he was wrapped up in his ever-growing workload.

He couldn't deny that he adored April and its rain storms. There was something comforting about the light, chilly breeze and the warm rain that pattered onto the ground leaving the dirt muddy. Worms that crawled across the front walkway that Hizashi would beg him and Eri to move for him so he could go about his tasks. After all, there was only so many times they could deal with Eri shrieking about sparing the worms on the front walkway. And so, April started off on what he hoped to call the right foot.

It started off quietly. Calmly. He'd spend nights working on grading his papers with Hizashi at the table and working on emails that he let his husband look over and correct spelling and grammar on. Together they'd work in silence until it was time to make dinner to which Hizashi would stand behind him with hands on his waist. Swaying together. There was nothing he wanted more than to melt into his husband's arms but there were nights when that restlessness came for him.

Zoomies, as his husband called them, and most nights he was swinging outside until the energy was out of his system. When he would stay up working on emails only to have Hizashi pad out and lure him back to bed. Some nights he would find himself tucked in his husband's arms as he was held tenderly. Sweetly. April, he found, had started off beautifully as the first week flew by in the blink of an eye. A week of working hard at the paperwork that needed filling out.

The papers that needed to be graded. The emails to be sent out in preparation. The essays he had to read and grade. There was so much to do that spring cleaning was honestly the last thing on his mind. If anything, April had deemed itself to be rainier than any other April. Worse than last year. And so, he was more than content to sit on the back porch with a blanket wrapped around himself and Hizashi as they swayed.

Watching the rain pelting the ground where Eri would inevitably find them on the back porch and join them. There was nothing he wanted more than to enjoy these days of bliss. Of early spring before his allergies could rear their ugly head and leave him puffy eyed. The rainy season was one they all seemed to adore with Eri begging to go out in her rain coat and boots to splash in puddles. And of course, Hizashi was more than happy to splash around in the mud with their daughter.

Doing so until they were exhausted and knees were splattered with rain water and flecks of mud. Of course, he had his time outside with Eri that involved hunting for worms which Hizashi positively hated. April, he found, was an absolute game changer as his mood began to shift. As Hizashi and Eri seemed more and more eager to leave the house; more so than when there had been snow on the ground. He could understand why they were so eager to get out of the house.

After all, not everyone wanted to play in the snow. And playing in the snow could get old fast. He was more than happy to see his husband and their daughter getting out of the house more often. It seemed the new month with its rainy season put a pep to everyone's steps. Even Hitoshi seemed a bit happier now that the snow had officially been melted away after weeks of piling up slush from the rain showers of March. The rising temperatures.

Feet of snow gone in what seemed like the blink of an eye even if snow drifts lingered. He didn't expect it all to magically go away when they were looking at feet but he was happier. His husband and their daughter were happier. Of course, he inevitably found himself thinking. Found himself pulling out their list to glance over it when he was shocked to find they only had twenty options left. Twenty little options and then this would be over.

It just about put a fat lump in his throat at the thought of saying goodbye forever to these challenges. They'd made the past three years exciting. He tried not to think about it, tried not to focus on it, when he had been looking over the list. His eyes had fallen on a choice that, compared to the others, had his head tilting to the side curiously. Anonymous sex. It was something that truly stumped him; it was something he knew he could look up online but he'd have to be daft not to know what it meant.

What it implied. He'd been curious about the option when he then thought it over the best he could as he turned it over again and again in his head. Of course, it hadn't taken him long at all to turn to his husband with the question he'd been dying to ask about it. The moment the two words were out of his mouth, his husband had perked up. Looking at him with a spark of curiosity as he explained he'd seen the choice for anonymous sex on the list. That he was curious about it himself.

He asked his husband to elaborate further. What did it mean? What would something like that imply? The blonde had seemed all too happy to explain everything to him about it. All of it chalked up to the fact that there was a voyeuristic angle to it all that had him curious. He'd played the role as the voyeur, as the watcher, but unlike his husband there was only a difference in that he likes being watched. He likes having his husband's eyes on him. Watching him.

He'd tried pushing to understand more about the blonde's option that he'd scrawled down. And of course, the blonde had offered to take it off the table. That something like this was a serious choice; more so than the other options on the list. That this would mean being blindfolded and possibly even handcuffed. That this would involve another person coming into their bedroom which should not, could not, be taken lightly. It meant one of them fucking another man.

That was something that they'd only done once when he'd asked Hizashi to fuck Enji Todoroki while he watched. And rather than ruin their marriage or put a dent in it, it seemed to bring them ever closer together. Seemed to strengthen their attraction and arousal for one another. Strengthened their desire for the other rather than push them away. Of course, he understood what his husband meant about this being something that they could not take lightly. Something they shouldn't take lightly.

There was no one he wanted other than Hizashi. No one else he could imagine desiring more than the blonde. He'd be happy going the rest of his life without taking another man inside of him and letting Hizashi be the only one. He'd been ready to sweep the option off of the table but something about his husband's responses had left him curious. And so, he asked for more time to think about something like this to which Hizashi had seemed all too eager to agree to it.

To let him have time to turn it over in his head. And he was more than happy to take the time to truly process something like this. It wasn't something to take lightly; it was like the previous choices. It wasn't lighthearted or fun. This would be one of them sleeping with another man anonymously. This meant that they'd be welcoming someone into their bedroom again. He had no doubts in his mind that they could handle something like this.

That they could do something like this without it breaking their marriage. After all, they'd gone through this with Enji Todoroki and their marriage was only made stronger. Only made more solid. But could he sleep with another man without seeing his face? Would that make it easier or harder? Would it be hotter or an insult? He didn't know how to turn it over in his head in a way that made sense to him. He had not a clue how to process a choice like this that was the farthest thing from lighthearted.

Why had Hizashi written it down? Was it merely a spur of the moment thought? After all, the blonde had been so quick to offer to sweep it off of the list like it was nothing when it seemed that he might be averse to something like that. But the blonde seemed to be interested in it. Why? That was all he wanted to know. And so, after four days of turning it over in his mind, they entered the second week of April. He'd gone back to his husband with the questions in hand.

Ready for the sit-down conversation that they were bound to have together. Of course, Hizashi had spilled his guts to him with little prompting as they sat on the bed together. Hizashi, it seems, had been wanting it for quite some time. To watch him fuck another man while he was blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed. He wanted to watch him fuck another man the same way that he had watched him fuck Enji. The blonde had sworn it was a one-time thing if he wanted it to be.

That they didn't have to invite anyone into their bedroom that he wasn't comfortable with. That he had all the veto power in the world to say no to this. To deny this. That he didn't have to do something like this if he was uncomfortable with the idea of fucking another man. And of course, it was uncomfortable because he couldn't imagine it. He couldn't imagine having another man fuck him. Another man wanting him like that.

Other than a weak hand job with a random, faceless man in college during their break up, Hizashi was all he'd ever known. Hizashi was the only man that he'd ever had inside of him like that. The only man to touch him like that. He liked the idea of Hizashi being his one and only. But that didn't mean he was Hizashi's one and only. Surely, he slept with others during their brief breakup in college. He'd fucked Enji, after all. And it was as this was laid out that he wondered if this could be seen as a one-time thing.

If, while he was blindfolded and handcuffed, that this could be not a tally on his board but something he could forget afterwards. It was this thought that had Hizashi absolutely frantic to give him an out. To give him the veto power to say no. That they didn't have to say yes to something so serious. It was at that point in their conversation that he decided to bring up their therapist. If they were to do something like this then they needed a third party to walk them through something like this.

To talk them through something like this. Hizashi had all but hopped on contacting their therapist while he'd watched over his shoulder. He hadn't said no but he had been holding his yes to his chest. Not quite giving in yet. It was only the next day at work that the blonde came to him with a time and date for the therapy session. His husband had seemed antsy since he first brought up the choice. Nervous. Anxious. He didn't quite understand it but he'd been happy to hear when the appointment would be taking place.

After school hours were spent grading given Eri's new afterschool activities leaving the house empty to himself and Hizashi. He was more than happy to join a call with their therapist if it meant clearing this up. If it meant understanding just why his husband was having a reaction like this. To understand his own reaction to the choice. And so, in the late hours of Friday afternoon, he found himself sitting side by side with Hizashi as they both squeezed in to fit in the cameras view.

And it all was laid out with such honesty that it left him in awe. Hizashi's anxiety, his nervousness, had been explained rather effortless by the blonde. His husband worried he'd hate him for such a choice. That he would hate him for doing something like that. That he would never want him the same way afterwards. And he'd been eager, with the help of the therapist, to unwind his side of things. It took them two hours to say everything they needed to say with a third party there to walk them through the conversation.

It had been amazing having that appointment that by the time it was over, he had his answer. A solid, resolute yes had left his lips when Hizashi had asked him again if he wanted to do this. He left the choice of the man, the time, the day up to his husband who had seemed nervous. Questioning if he was sure about this. And he'd given a resolute yes to his husband who then promised he'd make it perfect.

That he would make sure that he had the time of his life while they did this together. That he wouldn't have to worry about a thing when they finally sat down to do this. The rustle of his hair over the pillow case was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom. Bringing him back to the reality of the situation that he found himself in. His foot slid over the blanket beneath him when he rolled his head sightlessly when he pressed it back into the pillow.

He rolled his wrists experimentally with a light tug on the rope that was tied around his wrists. The air of the room brushed his exposed skin to which he shivered slightly when he licked his lips to wet them. He could hear the quiet patter of rain striking the glass of the window. The light rattle of the screen against the glass. The quiet sound of his heart beating in his ears as it hit solidly against his chest. A solid thud, thud, thud that throbbed furiously.

It had his stomach fluttering when he rolled his head over the pillow with his hands tugging at the cuffs again. Hizashi had all but too lovingly stripped him of his shirt and pants before coaxing him up onto the bed. Crooning at him as fingers brushed his wrists as his husband worked to tie his hands together. A promise that he'd be right back after he placed the blindfold on him. When he had given his husband free reign of this scenario he hadn't been told a thing.

He'd only been told that so long as he was comfortable going forward with it that he was to just make himself comfortable on the bed. He knew he didn't need to lay on the bed but he didn't know what else to do with himself. He couldn't see, he couldn't move his hands independently of one another, and he was alone. Was he alone? He had no clue who Hizashi got to do this for them; he had no clue who it could possibly be. What they'd look like. What they'd sound like.

He didn't know what Hizashi was going to do while he was being fucked senseless. And he liked it in this odd, quiet way. He liked not knowing. He liked not being able to see. As if by somehow having his vision cut off, it could very well be the sex machine that his husband could possibly be using on him. There was an excitement that thrummed under his skin when he brought his arms down with his hands brushing over his own chest.

He then sat up with his leg sliding over the bed; beneath his right thigh. He sat up with his hair brushing past his shoulders, down his upper back, as he took a quiet breath that seemed oh so deafening in the quiet. Straining his ears for any possibility of anyone in the room with him. For the sound of breathing from another source but he got nothing. Sitting up on the bed, his heart was beating a mile a minute as he rolled his wrists experimentally before tugging which caused the chain to pull tautly.

Then he turned his head from side to side. His lashes fluttering on his warm cheeks as the mask kept them securely shut. He was alone but how long would he be alone for? How long would his husband leave him in this helpless state? He knew if he needed to, he could work the belts apart of the red, lacy cuffs apart with his fingers if he wanted too. If he felt uncomfortable. His heart beat against his chest in solid thuds that made his stomach flutter with butterflies.

An intensity to them close to what he could only call stage fright. As if he were somehow placed on a stage with millions of eyes on him but he knew that all that mattered at the end of the night was that he had Hizashi's eyes on him. He trusted his husband explicitly with this. He trusted his husband to walk him through this and to be there to call the red light if he can't do this. He knew he could back out whenever he wanted.

He rolled his wrists with the chain rattling lightly when he pulled his hands apart with a quiet hum. He shivered again at that cool air brushing over his skin; it was a bit chilly but he knew if he needed too, he could use a blanket. Hizashi had stripped him down before coaxing him onto the bed so he was left in nothing but his boxers. It was a bit embarrassing to think that whoever walked through that door would have this first impression of him.

Handcuffed, blindfolded on the bed in nothing but a thin piece of fabric. He licked his lips again as he slid his hands over his thighs with the chain rattling lightly. Where did Hizashi go? Where was his husband? He'd said he needed to make a phone call before leaving but where was the man? Who did he have coming? Who was this mystery man who was going to come in here, fuck him, and leave? All before he could get the blindfold off?

He couldn't deny he was curious about who this man was going to be that was going to fuck him but he refused to look. He wanted this to be a one and done thing with his husband watching. He wasn't scared. If anything, that excitement was thrumming under his skin as he sat there with his thighs pressing together. If he had his prosthetic foot on, he'd be tapping his feet together idly over the blanket.

He didn't know what to make of the situation, what to do or how to pose himself, which lead him to awkward tap his thighs together. His foot sliding over the foot moving side to side gently with the quiet sound of rain splattering the window filling the quiet of the room. He was grateful that both Eri and Hitoshi were out of the house for the night; the girl had begged for another sleepover at the dorms with his class.

Something he was more than eager to allow for and Hitoshi had said he was staying at the dorms for the night. He was happy to have them out of the house. After all, it would make all of this all the easier on them to bring someone into the bedroom. He certainly didn't want the children questioning things. He tapped the stump of his right thigh against his left knee with another quiet hum to himself.

One of the downsides of having their room professionally sound proofed was not being able to hear the approach of his husband. Unable to hear past the doors at this distance. He had not a clue where Hizashi was, what he was doing, or anything of the sort. And again, he couldn't help but shudder at the excitement thrumming under his thighs with his fingers twisting together as he brought his knee to his chest.

Wrapping his hands around it as he hugged it to his chest, he rocked slightly side to side. If he knew that his husband would keep him in this state of suspense, he would have insisted they waited for this mystery man to show up first. For him to come to the house before getting him stripped, blindfolded and handcuffed. He felt awkward waiting for this unknown man to come and ravish him. For him to have his husband's eyes on him as he was fucked senseless.

He drummed his hands on his knee gently when he caught a rattle of the bedroom doors. He perked up with his head raising up towards the direction of the rattle that seemed so loud to him. Deafening. He tightened his hands around his knee when the doors rattled again before being tugged open with a grind in their tracks. And his heart was suddenly flying against his chest with sprinting beats as excitement tore into his chest like a savage thing.

Making his stomach drop out into a pit as he shifted on the bed before letting go of his knee as he rolled forward. His knee and the stump of his right thigh dug into the bed the way he would on his knees as he turned to face the bedroom doors. He caught the thud of two pairs of feet on the carpeted floor when the doors were grinding in the tracks again. The quiet click of the lock being flipped into place had him swallowing against the tightness in his throat when he leaned forward slightly.

Feet were thudding over the floor indistinctly; he couldn't tell if someone was ahead of the other or if they walked at the same pace together. All he knew was they were getting closer as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. His lips pressing together slightly before parting when the bed wobbled lightly with a hit to its edge. And then fingers were tracing over his cheek; along the edge of the blindfold that kept his eyes securely shut when he leaned his face towards those familiar fingers. Soft. Adoring.

"How are you doing, baby? I'm sorry I was gone for so long, I had to check in on a couple things and it took a while for him to get here." Fingers trailed down his cheek when he hummed in response at the path those fingers took down his cheek gently. Adoringly. "Now, before we begin, I just want to check in with you first. Are you sure you still want to do this, baby? Do you still feel okay with this? Do you have any reservations about doing this? I don't want you to feel backed into a corner. You can say no right now."

Licking his lips for a third time, he took a breath that trembled down his throat as he lifted his hands up blindly with the chain rattling lightly as he caught Hizashi's hand. Fingers curled away from his jaw to interlock with his own gently when he then swallowed. Was he okay with this? Could he do this? "I still want to do this, Zashi. I feel okay, I'm not going to say I want to get this over with because that feels rude to say. I suppose I should say that I can handle this. That I'm okay with going forward with this but what about you?"

"I feel alright with this as well, baby! I think that's what makes this so exciting, you know? That I know exactly who this is while you don't and I'll be watching the entire time to make sure that you're treated right?" Fingers squeezed at his then when he let out another quiet hum when a thumb was brushing along his jaw gently as he clung to his husband's hand. "But really, baby, I want you to know your word is law. No matter when, if you don't want to do this anymore tell me, okay? Tell me and we'll stop everything."

He believed him. He believed that his husband would do that for him; after all, he'd used their safe word plenty of times in the past. Their color system. He squeezed at the hand he held between both of his as he shifted slightly before sitting back on his left heel. "It's like with our scenes, right? I mean, you always offer me an out, love. It's not exactly uncommon for you to panic and offer me that when we do something new. Tell me, do you want me to use our color system? Does, ah, whoever this is know about that?"

That thumb traced over his jaw again which had him melting slightly when he felt the bed moving as Hizashi no doubt leaned forward towards him. It had him tilting his head slightly as that thumb slid over his jawline gently. "Yes, I've explained to this person exactly how we run things in the bedroom. I told him all about our color system and that we have a safe word that we use in the bedroom. I've done everything to make sure he's well aware of how we have sex together. It won't be exactly like me but-"

"But the understanding is there for him, I get it." He nodded then when Hizashi chuckled softly and there was a gentle throat clearing off to the side of him when his lashes fluttered on his cheeks as Hizashi's thumb continued to move back and forth gently. "Tell me, Zashi, is this person going to talk to me at all? Or is that going to be part of the mystery? Will their voice be too telling for me and that means utter silence is going to be how we do this? Or are you going to do what you do best and talk dirty for all three of us?"

"What a little minx, you are, baby, you know that? So sassy! What did I tell you, huh? He's a sassy little thing but he'll break down for cock like nothing you'll ever see in your life!" He could tell the blonde wasn't talking to him but there was a hum of acknowledgement off to the side of him. That thumb stroking gently had him calmer than anything when Hizashi then chuckled. "But maybe I will talk for the three of us because you don't get to hear his voice under any circumstance. You don't want to know so you won't."

"Mmm, I'd say you're being a little sassy, Zashi." He replied when it earned him another chuckle from his husband when the hand held with his squeezed gently. His heart was jumping frantically in his chest when he then took a breath to try and calm his sprinting heart when he squeezes at his husband's hand. "So how are we doing this? Is it going to be the same rules like with Enji? No kissing? No overly affectionate actions? Or is kissing going to be something that's allowed? How exactly are we doing this?"

"I've already discussed this with him but I'll go over it with you too, baby." There was a shift then the bed was dipping. Hizashi sitting down on the edge of it when the thumb on his jaw moved away with fingers gently caressing the side of his neck sending a shiver down his back. "But there will be no kissing. No overly affectionate actions. However, he can get you ready with his fingers. Then he'll fuck you and he'll be gone long before you get that eye mask off of you."

"And if I want to be kissed? What then, Zashi?" He questioned with a slight hitch to his breathing when fingers came forward to brush over his Adam's Apple. Brushing downwards where fingers trailed over his collar bone lightly. A caress that had his skin tingling when he leaned forward slightly towards his husband with his lips parting. "Of course, I'll be sure not to do any of those things too but you know how I am, right? What I like? I mean, it'd be impossible for you not to know given you're my husband."

Fingers trailed up his throat towards his chin where fingers tapped sharply beneath it to coax his head backwards. Tipping his face up to his husband no doubt as fingers trailed up over his chin to his lower lip where fingers lightly rubbed over it. An action that had his lips tingling when he felt those extra pair of eyes on him. Watching him. "You're not going to kiss him, you hear me? However, if you feel that way then why not put on a little show for him, huh? You want me to kiss you first, baby?"

"Please? I understand needing him to not kiss me but I want you to kiss me, Zashi. So please?" He questioned with that breathless excitement squeezing his chest tightly when he leaned forward when fingers traced his top lip with that light touch. He didn't realize it before but God if he didn't need his husband to ease him into this. If he didn't want to be eased into this scenario when he tipped his face up eagerly. "I know we didn't do it last time, with Enji, but please kiss me? Ease me into this just a bit, love?"

"You don't need to beg for some kisses, baby! I'll never make you beg for kisses if you need to be eased into this, okay? But just remember, if you can't do this then there's no shame. No anger, resentment or irritation on my end. If you can't do this then that's alright with me, at least you tried, you know? So, let's start off with some kisses for you, why don't we? You're always such a glutton when it comes to kisses, baby, that it's like you're starved of them! I'll ease you into it, so relax the best you can, yeah?"

Fingers then gently brushed along his jaw with the blonde's nose brushing against his own as he shifted slightly. Feeling that third set of eyes on him like a physical reminder that they weren't the only ones here. Who did Hizashi get? Was it Yagi? Was it Enji again? Or was it Fat Gum? Best Jeanist? Someone else? Who had his husband found that he trusted with this? The blonde had assured that whoever he got it would be a trusted person. Someone he knew personally.

Who was there that Hizashi knew but he didn't? Or rather, who was it that he also knew if silence was going to be the way that they did this? Who was it that he could possibly know of? The curiosity reared it's ugly head in his chest with his breath trembling down his throat slightly. He wanted to question it but the light brush of Hizashi's breath against his lips, the light pressure of that top lip against his own, he found himself reaching out with his fingers twisting into his husband's shirt.

Holding onto him as he swayed forward on his knees towards his husband as he let out a trembling breath through his nose. Pressing his lips to his husband's soft, warm ones delightedly with a firm press that was returned to him. It felt a bit embarrassing with a third person being there but he didn't mind it so much when he had those lips on his own. Whether it was because his other senses were heightened or what, he had not a clue, but he swore his husband's lips were softer.

They felt like they were warmer. They felt like velvet sliding against his own as he clung to his shirt with his heart sprinting against his chest. Kissing his husband with all the tenderness in the world to get him swooning as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks uselessly. He knew he could open his eyes if he wanted too but it would be useless. Utterly useless. He held onto his husband with lips sliding against his own gently, slowly as if he were taking his time with their kisses and he adored it.

Moving his lips with his husband's, the quiet whisper of their moving lips filling the quiet of their bedroom when rain splattered at the window. Holding onto his husband, he took a slow breath through his nose then sighed out with his lips sliding against Hizashi's. It was hard to forget there was a third person with them. A person that Hizashi could see and he couldn't. Would their hands be rough? Or soft like Hizashi's?

It had his stomach fluttering wildly with his hands tightening their holds on his husband when he felt that same hit of stage fright. A burst of emotion that threatened to choke him up; it was aweing how he could feel so nervous about this. That when Hizashi had fucked Enji, there hadn't been a moment of hesitation as he watched the blonde fuck another man. And yet with it turned around on him this time, by his choice, he felt that stage fright hitting him over and over.

Knowing in mere minutes he'd be fucking another man. The first man who wasn't his husband. He leaned forward when he felt his husband's arms curling around his waist and upper back. Holding him close to his chest as he slid over the blankets to be closer to him as he let go of his fistfuls to reach up. He spread his hands out only to jump at the restriction of the cuffs on his wrists. The restrictions of his cuffs that only allowed him to spread his hands out so far from one another.

He grabbed onto his shirt once more by his throat while the other searched for those silky locks of blonde hair that he adored. Finding a chunk blindly that he began to twirl and tug on nervously while he moved his lips against his husband's soft, velvety soft ones. They were melting against his own with each slow, gentle slide against his own. Curving and molding to his own for that comfortable fit that had him melting into his chest.

Relaxing ever so slightly as he flipped that lock of hair between his fingers. Trying to chain himself to the familiarity of his husband. The feeling of him against his chest and beneath his hands. The sandalwood scent of his cologne that clung to him as he arched into his arms with hands kneading gently at his back. Lips sliding against his with all the calming adoration in the world as he kissed the blonde in response with an adoration of his own.

He tugged at the blonde lock that he curled around his fingers with his heart skipping against his stomach. He was hardly the easily embarrassed, reserved man he'd been at the beginning of their challenges. He was hardly what he'd call shy. But feeling those eyes on him had that desire to sink into his husband ripping to the surface. The urge to sink into his skin and hide behind his hair as eyes moved over him was overwhelming.

He likes that he doesn't know who this mystery man was going to be. That he didn't know who it was. He had become a confident, bold man over the past three yeas with his husband yet it didn't stop him from feeling strangely shy. He'd never had another man look at him with desire that wasn't his husband. The blonde always said that it was because of his loose fitting hero costume. That he was beautiful but others didn't take the time to appreciate said beauty.

So what did this third person see? What did they think of him? If Hizashi told him not to talk to keep him hidden, a mystery, then he would understand it fully. He knew that his husband wanted to go as easily as it possibly could for the two of them. Make it easier on him when it came down to it. He could appreciate it. Moving his lips against Hizashi's, fingers drifted over his back as they traced out light shapes on his skin.

Rolling into him to massage his back comfortingly with arms tightening around him to hold him tightly. And God, if there wasn't something so nice about being held like that. Tugging on the lock that he twirled around his fingers, he felt a hand sliding up his back where fingers tugged at the ends of his hair playfully. It had him shivering lightly when a hand slid over his lower back with fingers pressing down to massage the area gently. Tenderly.

He held onto his husband who hummed softly with lips sliding against his tenderly when fingers tugged at his hair again sending a spark racing down his back when that hand slid down it. Joining the other down on his lower back where his husband kneaded gently at him before hands slid up his back together to his shoulder blades. Scratching gently at him with lips sliding against his own with a harder press to get his lips tingling.

His heart jumping in his chest wildly with his fingers yanking at the lock he held and flipped between his fingers when he arched his hips forward. Pressing himself up tightly against the blonde who held him tighter. Closer. There was a warmth radiating off of his husband as hands wandered over his back with nails lightly scratching at his skin to get it tingling. Waves that pooled into his stomach as he arched into his husband's arms with fingers yanking at that thick lock of hair again.

Curling it around his fingers with lips sliding against his own as he eagerly moved his lips against Hizashi's. Curving to fit and fill the gaps that those thinner lips couldn't. He wished he could say he forgot about their onlooker. That he forgot that there was a third person with them. It'd be impossible to claim that but he found himself subconsciously aware of that gaze on him. Knowing each small movement, each twist and each kiss was watched by a third party.

He kissed his husband with that spark of eagerness in his chest when he felt hands sliding down his back. Flicking briefly at the waistband of his boxers before sliding down with hands rubbing over his ass. Pulling on him to press their hips tightly together with lips moving against his quicker. Inching past that slow, tender speed they'd been using to something of a quick speed that held that tender passion. Something he returned to his husband without thinking twice as he held onto Hizashi.

His thighs tensing briefly as hands continued to rub over his ass. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Finger just barely brushing the backs of his thighs lightly in a teasing caress when hands slid back up over the curve of his ass to his lower back. Hands then squeezed hard at his ass sending a shiver up his back with a quiet sound clawing out of his tight throat at his husband. He yanked at that lock earning himself a low, quiet sound from his husband who kissed him quickly.

Lips pressing harder to his own. And he happily pressed his lips harder to Hizashi's as he lifted his fingers from his shirt, letting it go, to touch his jaw. Sliding his fingers along his husband's jaw with lips sliding against his with a quiet fervent desire that he answered in kind with his own as he shifted his hand. Cupping the side of his neck to caress his jaw with his thumb the same way that Hizashi had been doing with him. A sigh fanned out over his cheek from his husband with hands squeezing at his ass.

A damn good squeeze before kneading at his ass; palming, fondling, squeezing it. It had his toes curling with that ache twisting into his lower stomach as tingles pooled into him. An ache that twisted into his lower half like he was being place into a vice grip. Like a low pressure in his stomach and crotch that had him letting out a shaky breath as tingles fanned under his warm skin. Pooling into stomach with wave after wave pooling into him as his husband kissed him with that desire he'd recognize anywhere.

The smack of their moving lips filling the quiet of the bedroom when hands squeezed fiercely at his ass before moving. Rubbing over the curve of it then sweeping up his back coaxing it to arch forward as he pressed his chest tightly to Hizashi's. His hips moving instinctively to nudge against his husband with nails scratching over his shoulder blades. There was something tender about the way his husband was touching him. Holding him and kissing him.

It had him eager to throw himself into the kisses that had his lips tingling when his dick dared to twitch when he heard the quiet shift of another person off to the side of him. His heart jumping to his throat when there was a muted thud of feet over the carpet that had him sucking in a breath through his nose. He pressed himself up tightly against his husband out of instinct as lips continued to slide fervently against his own. Quick slides that had his heart skipping against his chest.

He held onto the blonde eagerly when he felt the bed wobble. Moving quietly with the weight of another on the bed causing it dip when he jumped at the realization that this person was crawling over to him. He fought the urge to tense up in his husband's arms as he moved his lips against Hizashi's eagerly. And then the bed came to a stop with this man possibly mere inches away from him. He waited for a second pair of hands to touch his skin but he got nothing.

Was the man merely on the bed to be ready for a switch over? Was he simply waiting for him? He had not a clue but the idea of another person so close to him, prepared to touch him, had his heart jumping in his chest wildly as his husband's hands drifted over his skin. Sliding up and down along his back with the attempt to calm him the best that he could while he felt the bed dipping slightly from this other man. It was exciting being unable to see; unable to gawk at this third man.

To know that his hands were cuffed together? That he couldn't move his hands the way he wanted? It was exciting. He didn't know how this was going to work but there was nothing he wanted more than to explore this. He knew his husband would babble all about this later on. He'd hear all about it tomorrow morning, he was sure of it. There would be no keeping Hizashi quiet about this. It had his dick twitching again at the mere idea of it when he shuddered as nails dragged over his skin.

Scratching at him comfortingly with his heart jumping in his chest at the passion beginning to bleed into the kiss. A passion that he returned without a second thought as heat flickered over his skin. His stomach was a mess of nerves when he felt the bed moving slightly as his hands tightened on the lock of hair he held. Pressing into his husband's neck. He got a soft hum of reassurance from his husband who held him all the tighter with fingers rolling into his back.

Massaging at him to get the tense muscles to relax gradually as those magic fingers of his targeted the right spots. Perfect. It had him arching into his husband's arms wiht his lips moving against those soft, warm ones that molded perfectly to his own. A comforting touch as he listened to the resulting smack of their moving lips as his husband's hands slid up and down his back before reaching down. Sliding over his ass again with a tight squeeze being given that had him groaning quietly.

A low sound in his throat that rang out in the quiet. He shuddered when fingers began kneading at his ass; palming at him shamelessly. He knew that his husband always loved his ass; it was something Hizashi had never been quiet about in the past. The blonde's hands seemed to gravitate towards it in recent times and he absolutely adores having those strong, slender hands kneading at his ass. If anything, he wished he could do the same.

He wished he could reach down and grab that cute ass of his husband's and hold him close. To knead into it while his husband whined and whimpered. He tugged on the lock of hair he held with that desire when the chain of the cuffs rattled quietly. He still didn't understand why his husband cuffed his hands together but God if he wasn't going to complain. He wasn't going to kick up a fuss. Not in the slightest bit; if anything, having those cuffs on his wrists had him absolutely flying.

He loves using their cuffs and the red, black lace ones were his damn favorite. Kissing his husband with a spark of eagerness twisting into his chest, going hand-in-hand with that excitement, when he felt the bed shift again. His heart was sprinting against his chest with a sickening speed that had his stomach fluttering wildly with a sharp drop that had him taking a shaky breath. His husband squeezed him gently in response as hands continued to knead, palm, at his ass with squeezes that had his toes curling tightly.

His hands holding onto his husband as he moved his thumb to caress the sharp edge of his jaw. Twirling that silky blonde lock of hair around his fingers again and again when he swallowed before feeling the bed wobble again. And then he was being touched; a hesitant, light touch to his waist that had him jumping with fingers flinching away but he let out a hum that had that hand returning.

And then the bed was dipping behind him when hands slid along his waist awkward due to his husband's arms but he didn't mind it. Hands slid along his waist before curving down to caress his hips sending another wave of tingles through him. Something that had his heart jumping in his chest frantically with that sprinting speed as he let out a slow breath through his nose. He can do this. And if, for some reason, he can't do this then he knew his husband would understand.

Hell, maybe even the faceless man behind him would understand too. He knew he had his out; no matter how far in they got on this, he had an out that was his for the taking. Fingers kneaded gently at his hips with slides that had him shifting slightly when those hands squeezed at him. There was a cautiousness to the way this man touched him as compared to the bold way Hizashi's hands slid over his ass again. Fingertips flicking at the waistband of his boxers playfully.

And then a hand was sliding forward, reaching down, and cupping his crotch. Pressing into him which had him hissing in a breath as his lips moved against Hizashi's fervently when that hand began to knead at him. A gentle palming rhythm that had heat flashing over his skin when Hizashi let out a low sound that ran right through him. A sound that had his hands trembling as his hips arched forward into that hand that palmed at him.

He didn't know what the plan was for this faceless man but God if it didn't have him excited to see where this was going to go. Nervous. He knew any moment he could cry out the safe word. He could give his color. He could stop this in its tracks and he had all the right in the world to do so. And yet he found himself ever so slightly curious about where this would go. Surely Hizashi wasn't joining in in the traditional sense, he'd be watching at a distance, but there was something exciting about this too.

About making out with his husband so shamelessly while another man touched him? It was exciting in its own odd way. He wanted no one but his husband yet he couldn't deny that arousal was twisting into him lazily with each cautious squeeze of that hand to his dick. It twitched in a volley when Hizashi's nails dragged down his back coaxing it to arch with a quiet whine bursting out of him. The hand on his hip squeezed at him much like the hand that was kneading at him.

Squeezes that had him squirming when his husband's lips broke away from his with a sharp smack. Trembling breaths taken by the both of them when lips were trailing over his jaw gently before making their way down to his throat. Tilting his head backwards with his hair swaying against his skin when he tugged at that blonde lock as his husband's hands swept down his back to grab fiercely at his ass. Dragging his teeth over his sensitive bottom lip was a delight of its own.

It had his stomach fluttering when the hand on him squeezed hard. Oh, it was good. He didn't know who this was, didn't recognize them by their hands, but he was more than interested in seeing where this was going to go. The hand on his hip moved away then when his husband's hands slid over his ass before lifting away from him all together. He shifted beneath his hands, leaning off to the side much to his curiosity. And then there was the cracking pop of the lube cap that had his breath catching in his throat.

The hand on his twitching dick squeezed then when he felt the other man leaning forward as he licked his lips. His lashes fluttering fiercely on his cheeks as he squirmed in place with that hand beginning to rub at him. He had not a clue what was going on but fuck if it didn't have him curious. If it didn't have him eager to see what was going to happen next. He found himself squirming in place again when he caught the squelch of lube being spread over fingers.

He wasn't hard yet but God if his crotch didn't ache already. The pressure of that hand on his crotch was absolutely delightful. There was a shift behind him when his husband's hands were on his waist coaxing him away from the edge of the bed. The hand on his crotch moving to allow him to move but soon enough the presence of that other man hovering over him had his heart pounding. His lashes fluttering on his cheeks when his hips were angled up and his knees digging into the bed.

His fingers twisting into the blanket beneath him. His lips were tingling from the passionate kisses he'd shared with his husband. Heat flashed beneath his skin only to sink down along his bones in a slow, burning smolder that had his breaths trembling down his throat. Desire twisting into him as it gripped at his bones leaving him aching. His thighs spread instinctively when fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers to coax them down.

Pushing them awkwardly down to his thighs down over the stump of his right thigh. Down his left leg where he flicked them off with his foot when fingers brushed over a cheek. Hesitant. Was this third, unseen man nervous? Was he anxious? He wished he knew who this was but it had to be someone he knew. If he asked the question he knew he wanted he was sure that Hizashi would tell him what he wanted to know. Would tell him exactly who this was if he asked to know.

If he wanted to know badly enough he knew his husband would tell him but did he want to know? Wouldn't it remain exciting if he didn't know who this was? If he didn't have a clue who'd be fucking him? He dragged his teeth over his tingling lower lip when the hand brushing over his cheek spread him apart. Holding himself still for this unseen man, he shivered when slick fingers slid over his hole. His dick, hanging between his spread thighs, twitched happily at the touch.

Fingers slipped over his hole in a cautious up and down rub against him that had his heart jumping in his throat at that cautious touch. It wasn't a thing like the way Hizashi touched him but he knew that with time this unseen man would grow bold. Until then he was sure that he could deal with the cautiousness as fingers continued to slip over him. Rubbing at him as his dick twitched between his spread thighs when he caught the sound of chair legs moving over the carpeted floor.

The light squeak and groan of wood as his husband no doubt sat down. It had him shuddering feeling those eyes on him as he pressed his hot cheek to the cool blanket beneath him. Fingers slipped over him with that light squelch ringing out to fill the quiet of the bedroom with a much firmer press down that had him groaning softly in approval. His hips angling back slightly which had the man hissing in a sharp breath behind him.

As if what he did was aweing. As if it were shocking. Hot. He knew his could kick up a fuss, demand Hizashi do it, but he wasn't going too. He'd let this man finish getting him ready after the work he put in earlier in the bathroom to make himself ready for this. When he'd taken his calming shower to soothe his frazzled nerves that popped off and left him trembling under the shower head. His husband had wanted to call it off then but he refused.

He wanted to be the one to see this to the end given he was the one to ask for it. The one to mention it. He twisted his fingers into the blanket to hold onto as fingers continued sliding over his hole when the tips of them began to prod curiously at him. Rubbing at the rim with fingers pressing into him with a curl that had him groaning into the blanket again when his dick twitched in a volley. The hand holding him open squeezed hard at his cheek sending a shiver up his back.

What was Hizashi doing? Was he watching? Touching himself? Or was he going to pace himself when it came to this? He wished he had an answer as to what the blonde was doing off to the side but not knowing made it all the better. Not knowing was the key element to tonight and it was honestly thrilling. Exciting. Fingertips continued to roll over him with that gentle, curious prodding at his hole that had him shuddering.

His dick giving a happy twitch between his spread thighs. Heat flashing under his skin in a burst that had him gasping in a breath with his hands squeezing their fistfuls tightly. That up and down for circles over his hole that had his hips twitching side to side instinctively; it was just like when Hizashi touched him. Did the blonde tell this man to touch him like this? So that even if it wasn't him that it felt familiar? That he would be more relaxed?

He had not a clue but it had his heart jumping in his throat as he clung to the blanket with a moan in his throat as fingertips continued prodding at him. He'd done his best to ready himself in the shower, against the bathroom counter, and he'd done his best to be thorough. Anything to make tonight go easily for himself. Fingers pressed down with a pressure to get him whining then as fingertips traced the rim again and again.

The hand holding his cheek tightly squeezed with fingers digging in just enough to send a shiver up his back as his dick twitched again. Was he dripping yet? Would pre-come be welling along the slit? Would this man suck his dick the way Hizashi had given him permission too? Or would they jump right into fucking? He hoped so. Odd as it was, he didn't want this faceless man to suck his dick. He wants that part of him to remain untouched for his husband.

Even if this man was going to be inside of him, he wanted one part of him to remain the same. He shuddered at the thought when those fingers then curled inwards with a firm push at him that had him sucking in a gasping breath. And then, then, then those fingers were sinking into him tearing a snapping moan out of him as his hips twitched slightly before leaning backwards. The fingers slipping into him were thick but long; they reached inside of him so effortlessly as they pushed into him slowly but surely.

The stinging burn of his hole had him moaning into the blankets at the sudden stretch of having those fingers inside of him so suddenly. Stretching to accommodate them as he moaned lowly in his throat at the stinging burn as the rim of his hole spread around those fingers. Having them inside of him was a new sensation; they weren't at all like Hizashi's slender fingers that reached so deeply inside of him. These fingers were new, different, and he found himself clenching tightly around him in response to the intrusion.

It was a stretch that had him shuddering with his inner walls clamping down tightly around those fingers inside of him. He couldn't recall fingers like these and it was exciting. It had his breaths shaking on their way down his throat only to rasp out of him as his dick twitched again with his thighs shifting slightly. His chest pressed tightly to the bed with his fingers plucking at the blanket when he felt those fingers inside of him curling to rub at his inner wall.

Moving in soothing circles that merely had him clenching tighter around those odd fingers with a moan low in his throat with his heart ready to grind right through his chest as he squeezed. What would this man's dick be like? Would he be big like Hizashi? Smaller like himself? Or ridiculously big like one of those dildos in their drawer? He wanted to know. He was painfully curious even while that heat burned under his skin leaving him growing feverish.

Growing hotter with each circle that was rubbed into his inner wall. Knowing his husband's eyes were on him. That he had two pairs of eyes burning into his skin which had him whimpering into the blanket with his hair spilling into his face annoyingly. He buried his face into the bed with his hips angled backwards with an unmistakable eagerness. Fingers curling to press firmly into his inner wall with drool worthy circles rolled into him. And then those fingers were stretching outwards.

Pushing at his inner walls tearing a moan out of him into the bed with a shiver racing over him. Fingers spread out again and again. Again, again, again. A relentless, scissoring spread that had him squirming slightly with his dick twitching in a volley between his spread thighs as his knee and the stump of his right thigh dug into the bed. He clung to the blankets as those fingers spread out inside of him again and again. Relentless. Thorough.

He caught a quiet groan off to the side of him that was distinctively Hizashi; it lit fire to his blood at the familiar sound. What was he doing? Was he touching himself? It had him shivering again when fingers pushed out with a wide spread that had the rim of his hole burning lightly. It had him moaning into the blankets with his husband letting out another groan beside him when those fingers spread out inside of him. God, whoever this was did it good.

He could praise him that much. Shuddering, he squeezed at his fistfuls when those fingers stretched out then held their hold; pressing into his inner walls firmly before pressing together. And then they were pulling back then thrusting forward into him with a rub of his prostate. An angled, targeted rub that had him jolting at the casual rub over that delightful spot. The heat ripping up his back had him whimpering into the blankets. Trying his best to muffle himself.

Those fingers pulled back then snapped forward in another shallow thrust into him with a light squelch to punctuate that slide. It had his toes curling tightly with his heart thudding against his chest as he angled his hips backwards instinctively when those fingers thrusted into him with another rub at the rub over his prostate. Again. And again. Each sleek, long thrust of those long, thick fingers into him rubbed over his prostate again and again.

Sending wave after wave of heat up his back leaving him gasping into the blankets. His thighs trembled when he felt that gush of blood draining from his head. Rushing through his veins so fast it ached as his dick twitched in a volley with a keening whimper breaking out of him when there was another rub over his prostate. And then fingers were pressing firmly into the spot with tight little circles that had his hips shaking slightly with a moan ripping out of him.

Tight circles that had his heart jumping in his chest with heat snapping up his back again and again. A never-ending assault on that spot inside of him that had him moaning into the blankets. Shaking his hips slightly side to side as if to mimic those tight circles that were being ground into his prostate. His dick twitched in a volley when it began to stiffen with that rushing gush of blood. It had his breaths racing, shaking, in the pocket he'd made in the blankets that made his face uncomfortably hot.

And yet he couldn't stop himself from muffling himself. It was mortifying having another person, someone who wasn't Hizashi, hearing him be so vocal. It had him shuddering with his fingers aching from the tight hold he had on the blankets. Circles were continuously rolled into his prostate to get his thighs trembling with a keening moan spilling out of him into the blankets. His brows squeezing together at those tight circles when fingers then spread out.

It had had a snapping moan ripping out of him in response. Then fingers were curling together to grind into his prostate to get him squirming with his dick hardening between his trembling thighs. Filling out faster than he thought it would as his head spun weakly when his husband groaned off to the side of him. What was he doing? God, what he'd give to just see. To have a single peek and see what his husband was doing to himself over there. Was he touching himself?

Was he watching him squirm and twist eagerly? Was he watching him move the way he did when he was with him? Was his husband hard already? What he'd give to have answers to all the questions in his mind but he couldn't force his lips to move. Couldn't coax his head to lift up as those fingers ground into his prostate. Over and over, wave after wave ripped up his back leaving him gasping. Twisting and arching backwards when those fingers slid away from his prostate.

He whimpered shrilly into the blankets when those fingers began to thrust into him again. Shallow thrusts that rang out with a light squelch punctuating each thrust. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Spreading, spreading, spreading. He shuddered with squirms and twists he couldn't control as his erection filled out with that gushing blood. Coming up to tap then rest against his stomach with a happy twitch when he felt a bead of pre-come smearing onto his skin with a moan bursting out of him.

God, those fingers were driving him insane. Driving him up the damn wall. And then, much to his surprise, those fingers were then slipping out of him slickly. There was a rustle behind him, the creak of a chair, and it had him painfully curious when there was a crinkling sound. He turned his head to give him a break from the hot pocket he made in the blankets with a shaking breath rushing down his throat. Fuck, the air felt nice on his uncomfortably hot face.

He held onto the blankets desperately with his heart jumping in his chest when he listened to that crinkling. It was followed by a quiet rustle of clothing when he felt his heart jump right up to his throat. Choking him. Vicious beats when he then listened to the slick squelch of lube being spread over a condom. His breaths rasped down his throat only to rake out of him on exhales that had did little to help with the faint spinning in his head.

This was it then. He clutched at the blankets when he swallowed at the touch of hands on his waist. And then, much to his surprise, he was being rolled onto his back; his hair rustled over the blanket when his thighs trembled. Fighting against that urge to snap shut when he felt a hand touching his cheek to pull him apart. There was a shift followed by this faceless man leaning over him with hips moving. And then there was the slick rub of a condomed erection against him.

It had him gasping in as his head pressed back into the bed. Catching the quiet creak of wood protesting weight while that condomed erection slid slickly against him. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Grinding against him playfully with his hands raising up to grab at the pillowcase of a pillow above him. His fingers clutched at it when he bit at his bottom lip fervently with his heart pounding at his chest. It was cheeky; playful rubs and grinds against his hole to get it twitching.

His inner walls squeezing together tightly when he rolled his head over the bed in the direction of his husband. Or at least he hoped it was the right direction. What he'd give to get one glance of his husband sitting by the side of the bed. To have one comforting look at him. But weirdly enough, with his eyes forced shut, it could almost be imagined that it was his husband above him. That it was Hizashi who was grinding against him. And for all he knew, it could be.

He had no clue who was above him and whoever this was damn close to Hizashi's size. Perhaps half an inch bigger? It was hard to tell but they were impossibly similar to one another; was that the goal? Did his husband go about this by looking at dicks? Finding something close to himself? It had him shuddering as that condomed erection grinded against him before pulling back with the head nudging at him.

His breaths gasped down his throat in response with his hands tightening on the pillow case with his brows squeezing together slightly. The head of that erection nudging, nudging, nudging at him curiously. Rubbing against his twitching hole as his teeth dug into his bottom lip with pain shrieking down his chin in response. Digging his teeth into his lip, he pressed his head back to the bed with his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks when that pressure came consistently.

Pushing, pushing, pushing. And then, his teeth dragging over his lip as he gasped, there was a give. His trembling thighs spread themselves wider instinctively as that condomed erection sank into him in a sleek, glorious thrust. Sinking into him quickly with a groan sounding off to the side of him again when his fingers stretched out only for his nails to drag over the pillowcase. His gasp flying out of him on a keening moan as his head pressed fervently into the bed with his shaking thighs spreading out wide.

Hips arched up when a pair of hips hit against him lightly with a low groan leaving the man behind him. Shuddering together as the man bottomed out rather quickly when he clenched tightly around the length inside of him. Twitching. It felt good. There was a fullness that he felt when he was with Hizashi; a fullness that had his moan lowering into his throat with his fingers holding onto the pillowcase. He shuddered with his thighs spread wide as he rolled his head over the bed with hands sliding along his inner thighs.

It felt good. Being touched so gently like this when he began to rock his hips eagerly against the man's pelvis which had hips moving with him. Rocking, rocking, rocking together with hands squeezing at his inner thighs tightly with nails digging in lightly. Pricks that had him arching up from the bed with a low moan in his throat as he held onto the pillow beneath his hands. Listening to an answering moan off to the side of him sending shivers down his back.

There was a low groan from the man above him; pitched low enough that he couldn't make heads or tails of his voice. It didn't sound familiar to him but anyone in pleasure would sound different from their speaking voice, wouldn't they? Or was he just hoping for it so that he wouldn't be embarrassed later? He had not a clue but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about this scenario again and again and turn himself off somehow.

He instead clenched around that length sending another shiver over himself with his teeth dragging over his lip again. Whoever this was, they were well endowed. Thick. Stretching him out in such a way that it had him moaning lowly in his throat as he clung to the pillows. His heart pounding in hits against his chest that left him breathless as he took shaking breaths through his nose. Rocking his hips quickly side to side with that impressive, twitching erection buried inside of him.

He then caught the slick, wet sound of stroking off to the side of him that had his head rolling again towards the sound. Did Hizashi use lube to lubricate his strokes? It had him squirming with a pleading whimper leaving himself. His hands tightening on their holds to keep from reaching for his husband. He wanted him closer; wants him close enough that he knew he would be just a hands reach away from him.

Squirming with another squeeze around the erection inside of him, he shuddered with his trembling thighs squirming slightly when a hand planted onto the bed while another curved along his thigh. Sliding up to brush past his tattooed hip to grab at his waist. Nails scratching at him comfortingly had him whining with his arms trembling in their stretch upwards as his teeth dug into his lip. His hips moved eagerly with that tight rocking back and forth when he debated letting go of the pillow.

Of flipping over to straddle the man above him and ride him the way that he would with Hizashi. He squirmed with his back arching from the bed with his nails dragging over the pillowcase again when he gave a playful grind. Loving it when the man above him ground back against him; it had him tightening around that twitching erection with a moan spilling out of the man above him. A snapping pitch that had him shuddering with his hands squirming in their hold as he rolled his head over the bed.

Tipping backwards slightly with his hair rubbing over the blanket. His thighs trembling with indecision as his foot pressed into the bed; sliding over the blanket slightly as he listened to that wet, slick sound of stroking off to the side of him. What did he want to do now that this man was inside of him? When he felt so full that he could hardly think? What did he want to do the most? Move. He wants to move. He wants to be able to control his hips properly and he wasn't going to get that if he was laying beneath this man.

And despite it all, the weirdness of having someone who wasn't Hizashi inside of him, he wanted to give his husband a show. He wanted to give him something he'd remember for years to come. Something they could discuss later. He was going to move the way that he wanted too. He was going to give pleasure to himself and the man above him if he had it his way. He let go of the pillow when he reached up to touch shoulders and pushing.

He used his hips to swing himself up with the man moving with him. Flying over on the bed causing it to bounce when the man's back hit the bed as he flew up on top of him. The chain of his cuffs rattled deafeningly as he adjusted his stance above the man. His left knee digging into the bed and the stump of his right thigh digging in. Letting them slide over the blanket as he sank onto this man's erection again back to his pelvis with snapping, keening moans intermingling together.

His voice trembling in unison with this man's when he clenched tightly around that twitching erection. Grinding down in tight figure-eight movements that had the man groaning out beneath him in unison with his husband off to the side. He swore he could feel those green eyes on him; feel the hungry way his husband stared at him. The gaze of the man beneath him watching his hips snapping in that tight figure-eight movement as his hands came to rest on this man's chest.

It felt broad under his hands but he could be wrong. Whoever this was he couldn't deny he was absolutely curious. Moving, grinding, down against the groaning man beneath him when he gave a tight, purposeful squeeze around him. Moaning when that erection twitched inside of him; seeming to reach so deep inside of him that his stomach felt heavy. Full. He was so full, full, full with this mystery man's erection that he felt ready to drool over the sensation it brought with it.

Swallowing against it, to prevent himself from drooling, when he rolled his hips down before giving another purposeful squeeze that hat the man groaning beneath him. And then he pushed himself up shallowly before dropping down with a slick squelch. Raising himself up then dropping again in a shallow thrust that had the man beneath him moaning. Hands sliding along his thighs before coming up to hold onto his waist as he lifted himself up then dropped.

Again. And again. Again, again, again. He bounced himself shallowly on the man who squirmed and moaned beneath him with nails dragging over his waist leaving tingling lines behind. Lines that had his back arching eagerly with his hips moving quickly to bounce himself on the squirming man. Listening to the resulting squelch of the condom and lube rubbing together. God, the way this man rubbed against his inner walls was so good.

He was thicker than Hizashi, like one of their dildos, and God if it didn't have him burning up hotly at the comparison. This man spread him just enough to give him a drool worthy stretch as he bounced himself quickly. Clenching tightly around him with his heart pounding against his chest when he felt the throb beneath his fingers of the man's heart. Pounding just as hard. Beating just as fast. Was Hizashi's just as fast? Was his husband's heart throbbing in his chest?

It had him moaning lowly in his throat with his jaw tightening to muffle himself. Throwing his head back as he pushed off on the bed and this man's chest as he bounced himself quickly. He knew he should give himself more time to adjust but he couldn't wait. He didn't want to wait. He could feel the faint discomfort of the stretch, to be so full, but he ignored it. Ignored it the best that he could as he bounced himself quickly with shallow thrusts as he leaned forward slightly with his thighs shaking.

Nails dragging over his waist as he kept up those shallow bounces with his hips moving to snap up and down. Eager. Excited. It felt strange to be riding someone that wasn't his husband. Someone who didn't feel familiar beneath him. There was nothing he wanted more than to reach his hands up to take his blindfold off. He knew he could. But there was something about the anonymity that he likes. He likes it much more than he thought he would.

Moaning lowly in his throat with his jaw tightening, he eagerly snapped his hips up and down quickly with that slick squelching ringing out. His hips jumping eagerly with his racing breaths raking down his throat only to rasp out of him faster, faster, faster. Huffing breaths that he took that rushed out of him far too fast as his hips moved eagerly. He didn't know if he wanted this to be quick, fast, over in the blink of an eye or what but he was more than eager to ride this man.

To give his husband the show that he so clearly wanted from him. He bounced himself quickly at that shallow depth with that erection rubbing so good against his inner walls. The faint scratch of the condom through the lube had his back arching with a moan spilling out of him. His hair flew around his shoulders, brushing at his hot cheeks, as he bounced himself quickly with the bed moving gently beneath him with his eager movements.

Pushing off of the chest beneath his hands as he bounced himself quickly, he felt hands moving to claw at his waist again. Holding onto him with lines tingling over his feverish skin as his husband moaned off to the side of them. The slick sound of his stroking had his stomach fluttering as his head fell backwards with his hair bouncing wildly. Brushing his skin. He wanted nothing more than to be touched more, more, more. He wants to put on a proper show for his husband.

He pushed off of this man's chest to grab at the hands on his waist; sliding them up his sides then to his chest where hands fanned out before squeezing at him. Squeezing his chest tightly before the faceless man seemed to understand just what he wanted and hands shifted with a moan spilling out of the man. Thumbs rolled over his areolas, swirling inwards until they were rubbing over his nipples delightedly as his back arched to push into those hands.

His hips snapping up and down with that eagerness with his husband moaning again off to the side of him. There was so much heat under his skin; when he had first mentioned this to Hizashi, he hadn't thought for a minute he'd get so hot. That he'd find it this hot. But he did; oh, God, he found it unbelievably hot to be doing something like this. To know his husband's eyes were on him while he jerked himself off?

That his husband was watching him fuck another man? There was something so undeniably hot about it that had his back arching as thumbs flicked over his nipples gently. Hips twitching beneath him as he dropped down with that slick squelch ringing out as his knees dug into the bed. His thighs flexing as he pushed off the bed to aid in his bouncing when he leaned forward again to plant his hands on this man's chest. Fanning his fingers out over the chest that was surprisingly bare of any curls of hair.

When was the last time he touched a waxed chest? Was it during their first challenge? Back when he begged his husband to grow his hair out rather than wax it away? It had been so long since he'd laid his hands on a smooth chest like this. It was nice but he preferred to feel the blonde curls of his husband's chest hair beneath his hands. Pushing off lightly with his hands to aid in his bouncing, his heartbeat throbbed quietly in his ears as he bounced quickly.

Shallowly. Listening to the racing breaths coming from himself, the man beneath him, and his husband off to the side of him. He felt those eyes on him; two pairs watching him move. Listening to him. It was thrilling. He felt exhilarated as he bounced on this faceless man's erection eagerly. Raising his hips upwards further, further, further before slamming himself back down to the base with a moan spilling out of him as he snapped his hips up and down.

He was absolutely drowning in his own head; his mind hanging on to the weight of those gazes on him. Could Hizashi could see this man's erection slipping in and out of him? Would he move to get that view? He shuddered with his back arching as he continued his quick bouncing with a slight arch to his back. He couldn't deny that, in some way, this felt off. It felt different. This man wasn't Hizashi and all he wants, all he needs, his husband. Wants him so badly.

What he'd give just to have the blonde's hands on his skin. To have him touching his nipples the way this man's did as his thumbs rubbed over his hardened nipples. He wants nothing more than for his husband to touch him. He didn't know who this man was but it felt wrong to treat him like a quick fuck. Someone to throw away when he was done with him. It felt horribly wrong. But he knew that his husband would usher this faceless man out of the bedroom long before his blindfold came off.

He'd never see who this was and he probably never would if he kept from asking. Squirming slightly with his hair bouncing around his shoulders wildly with hands squeezing his chest again. Flicking thumbs over his nipples before his fingers came together to pinch gently at the man's nipples; twisting side to side gently. Cautiously. There was a nervousness to the man beneath him; like he was worried he'd snap at him. Shout at him.

But he wasn't going to do anything of the sort. Not when this was going to be nothing but a quickie for himself and his husband. He hated treating it like that but it's what it was, wasn't it? And the least he could do was make sure the man beneath him felt good. He wasn't about to be selfish with his pleasure or to neglect the pleasure of the faceless man beneath him. He was going to make sure they both felt good.

Snapping his hips down, he rolled his hips in tight figure-eight movements before lifting his hips up then snapping back down. Repeating that tight grinding again as he pressed down against his pelvis eagerly with his chest pushing forward into those hands. Fingers moving to twist his nipples idly with all the pressure to get him squirming with a whimper in his throat. Listening to the moan spilling out of his husband next to him, it acted like a shot of heat to his stomach.

He slipped his hands beneath the man's shirt and fanned his hands over the smooth chest beneath his hands when he felt out blindly along it until he was touching the smooth skin of his areola. Fingers flicking blindly over hardened nipples when he brought his fingers together to pinch tightly at them which had the man beneath him whining shrilly. His chest arching up into his hands as he twisted side to side with as much strength as he dared.

It had him bouncing giddily with that rub against his inner walls threatening to make him drool. Slipping in and out of him slickly with a squelch to punctuate each bouncing drop of his. He missed his husband's erection; he missed the rub of those piercings over the rim of his hole. Against his inner wall. It had him whimpering at his husband shrilly who whined back as he listened to that slick squelching off to the side of him. So wet it sounded.

Bouncing himself quickly, he pinched tighter at this man's nipples earning himself a groan when he tugged lightly at them. Loving when those fingers pinched tightly at his own nipples to which he arched his back. Moaning delightedly at the man beneath him as he snapped his hips up and down. Leaning forward slightly with his hair slipping over his shoulders. Panting breaths being taken by the three of them; his throat felt dry from the racing breaths he took.

He shuddered with his heart jumping in his chest wildly with the blonde moaning off to the side of him. What was the view like? Did Hizashi see that thick erection slipping in and out of him? Did he see the stretch of it? Probably not but he would without a doubt have a view of this erection slipping in and out of him. The sight of his own erection tapping against his chest lightly, rhythmically, in time with his bounces.

He could feel the bed bouncing lightly beneath him from his movements when he felt hips squirming beneath him again. Thrusting up to meet a downwards drop which had him moaning out with his husband in unison. His lashes fluttered against his hot cheeks as his back arched with hands pushing off on the man's chest. He bounced quickly with his fingers tugging at his nipples. Pulling sharply earning himself a moan from the man beneath him. He wanted this to be fast.

He wants this fast. He didn't think he could fuck another man but here he was doing it the only way he knew how. Imagining his husband off to the side with those green eyes burning at him as his hand ran over his erection. Sliding, squeezing, fisting at himself. Watching him like a damn hawk as he bounced on the man beneath him. He raised his hips up, up, up then slammed down against his pelvis earning himself another moan from the two men in the room. He felt dizzy. Hot. So, so hot.

He bounced himself on the man beneath him while his husband moaned off behind him when hips squirmed beneath him again before jumping up to meet his downwards drops. Managing to get a few good thrusts in that had him moaning in encouragement as his back arched. He'd prepared himself mentally for this for weeks. He knew he could do this. He just hoped that things would remain the same between himself and Hizashi going forward.

After all, they'd been normal together after he'd watched Hizashi fuck Enji. He shuddered at the memory when nails raked over his waist again before sliding down to claw at his hips. And ohhhh, if that didn't have tingles racing under his skin to pool into his stomach with that pleasure. Pooling into him like magma as he bounced fast, fast, fast. Coming down harder with hips swinging up to match his downwards drops perfectly which nudged him up into the air lightly.

Curls flying around his shoulders and back to brush against his cheeks. His throat. He squirmed with toes curling tightly when the man beneath him then used the hold on his waist to roll him over sleekly. It was a slick move that had him gasping when he was hitting the bed with his thigh arched up high around this man's waist. A hand sliding along it when hips pulled back then snapped forward with a hard hit against him to match the bounces he'd been giving.

And then hips were yanking back at that depth before flying forward to slam against him again. And again. It had him moaning as he threw his head back eagerly with hips striking at him harder, harder, harder. Faster. Thrusts that had him squirming, twisting, with his leg tightening around this man's waist with nails dragging over his thigh. If the lack of a leg through him off, this man didn't show it. If anything, he'd bet that Hizashi had briefed this man on everything.

That's why he was going so hard, so fast, that he felt that heat ripping under his skin as his head threw itself back further until he was sure he'd have an upside down view of his husband if the mask was off. Arching into his arms as a hand came up to toy with a nipple as hips struck at him fervently. Fiercely. As if this faceless man was finally giving into his desire as his hips moved quickly with hard hits against him that had him moaning louder despite himself.

He didn't want to fall apart like he did with Hizashi. It was embarrassing; this was a man he didn't know and he didn't want him remembering how loud he could get. He knew it would get Hizashi off but he just couldn't. Wouldn't. Sliding his cuffed hands up, he clawed at his shoulders with his fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. Racing pants being taken between the both of them raggedly with hips striking at him so hard. Hard, hard, hard.

He twisted eagerly with his thigh tightening around the man's waist. The hand on his thigh swept up to grab at his ass with hips striking fervently at him with a moan spilling out of the man. A snapping, guttural pitch that had him shuddering when fingers dug into his cheek fiercely with a hard squeeze. And then he was tugging; spreading him open with his husband letting out a bursting moan from behind him. It was hard to tell where it was coming from.

If it was his husband's fast strokes or the squelch of the lube and condom rubbing together. Either way, everything sounded so wet as he wriggled his hips before moving in time with his partner. Meeting those slamming thrusts the best that he could with his back arching slightly as another moan spilled out of him before he could stop it. The hand on his cheek tugging tautly to no doubt give his husband a perfect view. Something he no doubt would be lacking in the previous position he'd been in.

He wanted nothing more than to get his husband off. Hell, he was getting off on it. He hadn't been expecting too but here he was getting so damn excited over this. Over the whole anonymity of the situation. He tugged at the fistfuls of the man's shirt as he huffed with his thighs shaking as he squeezed his thigh around his waist. Holding onto him with his back arching as he met those slamming thrusts. They knocked the air right out of him. The words from his head.

There was no need to howl and beg. No need to whimper and plead. This man was giving him harder before he could even think of breathing the words out. He was giving him faster before he could say it. He was getting everything he wanted and more from this mystery man who was fucking him so damn good that if he didn't know better, he'd believe it to be Hizashi. It had him moaning with that hand squeezing at his cheek before letting it go as his hand slid up to his thigh.

Caressing it as he arched and bucked in the man's arms desperately. His hips moving quickly in time with those hard, pounding thrusts being given to him as his breaths rasped down this throat only to rake out of him with each hit of those hips against him. There was something so damn exciting about all of this and he couldn't wait to unpack it all with his husband when they were done here. He couldn't wait to ask him about it. To unpack this with his husband.

He was writhing, twisting, with his hands clutching at this man's shirt as hips struck fervently at him. The man before him moaning lowly in his throat at a pitch that sent shivers through him. Groans, moans, whines and whimpers filled the quiet of the bedroom as it left the three of them. Hard, pounding thrusts were given to him that nudged him lightly with the force used that had him moaning delightedly. His arms twitching with that desire to throw his arms around shoulders.

But he knew if he felt his hair, if he touched any part of him that he'd find out more about his identity. And he didn't want to do that. Not now. Not when he was getting so lost in the pleasure that he felt like he was choking on his air. That he was huffing desperately with his heart hammering against his chest as he accepted thrust after thrust from the man. Doing his best to meet them again and again eagerly with his husband moaning out behind him in that keening pitch that would only grow louder.

He could only imagine the view that his husband had to have now. It had him squirming, twisting, and arching into this man's arms as his hand slid along his thigh; up and down, caresses that had him whining. Fingers just barely brushing moving hip as his erection twitched against his stomach. Throbbing. He was dripping all over his stomach, making a slick mess that had him gasping as his brows squeezed together tightly. His mouth hanging open despite his best efforts to keep it shut.

Shuddering with his heart hammering against his chest. And then, much to his delight, the man was changing the angle of his thrusts. And that first thrust had him wailing at the heat ripping up his back as he tightened his hold on the man. His wail wavering off as the man rolled him onto his back with hands pushing his legs to his chest and began to pound away at him. Hard hits that had him wailing out again at the heat ripping up his back as his legs trembled in their pinned position to his chest.

He heard the groaning squeak of wood and the thud of stumbling footsteps. Changing the positions? He had not a care in the world as the man pounded into him with those quiet grunts spilling out of said man. He clenched tightly around that twitching, throbbing erection inside of him desperately with his head pressing back into the pillow. Oh, oh, oh it was so good. Everything about it from the push of his legs to the rub of his thighs against his leaking erection.

The thickness of that erection slipping in and out of him. The way he was pinned down with his knee digging into his chest with his thighs squeezed tight together. The hits to his prostate that sent wave after wave of heat up his back as he clenched tightly around that erection. Loving the snapping moans, it got him from both men who were watching him like a damn hawk. It had him writhing, twisting, with his chest heaving with his panting as his hands reached up and grabbed onto the headboard.

Stretching up far above his head but it felt better for his chest. He clung to the wood, his nails dragging over it, as he clenched his jaw with hsi teeth gnashing together. A snapping moan of his own ripping out from deep in his throat at the heat that ripped up his back repeatedly leaving him gasping. Choking. Drowning. He was sucked into the heat that was oh so familiar to him as hips pounded away at him. It had him moaning deeply in his chest when he felt that fluttering in his stomach.

Feeling it drawing together into a hot, tight spark in his lower stomach as he clenched tightly around that erection. Nails dragging over the wood of their headboard again that rattled under his tight hold as he rocked with the bed beneath him. Heaving in his pants desperately with his husband moaning at the foot of the bed as he jerked himself off. Watching him like a hawk. And God, he loves having those eyes on him; he likes having the weight of them pressing into his skin as hips pounded away at him.

There was a rush to it all that he couldn't deny to himself. He was loving this anonymous sex. He was loving the fact that he didn't know who this man was. All he knew was it was a trusted friend of Hizashi's. Someone the blonde knew. It could be a random civilian Hizashi was friends with or another Pro-Hero. He had not a clue which it could be and God if that wasn't exciting. Writhing beneath his man, his thighs rubbing deliciously against his erection.

He whimpered shrill as that hot spark twisted tighter, tighter, tighter. Winding into a hot coal as he began to climb up that mountain. Began to claw his way up, up, up as his world shrank down to a hot, boiling spot that had him gasping. And he couldn't stop himself from babbling; couldn't stop himself from gasping desperately for his husband. For Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi! A slur of his name spilling out of him that broke up those quiet little cries of 'ah, ah, ah!' leaving him with each pounding thrust given.

It was hard to understand what sound came from who, what words were leaving him, but his brain could hardly focus. Hardly pay attention when he was twisting desperately with shrill cries of 'yes, yes, yes!' now spilling out of him incoherently with his nails dragging over the wood of the headboard. His thighs trembling as they rubbed into his erection with enough pressure, enough friction, as he leaked against them slickly. Making a damn mess out of himself but he hardly cared.

Not when he was already getting close, close, close. He was nearing that mountain peak as he twisted beneath this man desperately with heaving gasps as his hands trembled in their tight hold on the headboard. The chain rattling lightly between the cuffs hit against the headboard with a deafening rattle. Hips pounded away at him with those quiet groans and grunts filling the quiet much like his husband's moans at the foot of the bed.

The slick squelch of lube and the condom rubbing together as he tightened around this man eagerly. He was clawing his way up that mountain leaving him hot, hot, hot. He was so hot as his thighs trembled as they rubbed slickly against his throbbing erection. So good, so good, so good! Even if he never did this again, this had to be the highlight of his night. Knowing his husband was watching, getting off on it, and feeling that shared pleasure? Knowing he was making some faceless man feel good?

It was almost too much. He huffed with his inner walls clamping around that throbbing erection inside of him as he twisted eagerly with a whimper choking off in his throat. Holding onto the bedframe desperately as heat raked up his back again and again. Punctuating each thrust with a fiery wave of pleasure pooling into his stomach. He was drowning under the heat of it all as he clung to the headboard. Gasping. Whimpering.

The man above him grunting quietly with that rub against his inner walls was so good, so good, so good. He twisted eagerly when he heard his husband moaning louder, louder, louder at the bottom of the bed that bounced lightly beneath him from the force of this man's thrusts. And he was teetering on that edge; he was wobbling along the knife's edge. He was clinging in vain. He clawed at the headboard when he got a pounding thrust against his prostate and he was done.

He was wailing out again shrilly with his hands tightening on the headboard with his inner walls clamping around the throbbing erection inside of him. Thighs tensing up as they shook with his eyes rolling back as his wail choked in his throat. Cutting off as he stiffened up with tingles racing up his thighs only to explode in his stomach. White-hot heat washing over him leaving him twisting, squirming, writhing beneath his man who held his shaking thighs against him as he came.

Each spurt leaving him faster than he next as if his body was desperate to get it out of him. His air trapped itself down in his lungs when he felt the man above him pounding in once, twice, three times more before moaning as he stiffened up against him. And something about that moan sounded just the tiniest bit familiar but where? How? He couldn't focus. Couldn't think around the pulsing throbs of his erection sandwiched between his stomach and thighs. Coming, coming, coming.

He was making a mess all over himself but he hardly cared. Not when his husband was moaning shrilly with a burst that had the picture frames on the wall rattling. The lampshades. The drawers with their little items inside. Was he making a mess over himself? Or over the blankets? It was hard to know. Impossible. He merely laid beneath this man as he squeezed the headboard with his hands desperately with his brows squeezing together tightly.

His teeth grinding together with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. It was so hot. He felt sweat dripping down his forehead. Felt a drop on his skin. And he was held in that white-hot heat for an eternity. A century. Far too long but he knew it was only mere seconds. A minute. And it was that comfort when the heat ebbed out of him in pulsing waves that he found reprieve. Sighing out as hsi orgasm washed out of him as suddenly as it had come over him.

Slumping into the bed with his hands dropping from their tight hold on the headboards edge. Fingers sliding over the chilled wood before dropping to rest on his sweaty forehead. The man inside of him ground tightly a moment longer as his erection pulsed inside of him. Coming so hard he couldn't help but wonder if it hurt. If it ached good. It took a moment longer before the man was shuddering and letting out a shaking sigh as he slumped forward slightly.

Pushing his thighs into him when hands pressed against the backs of his thighs as he felt that erection sliding backwards. Slipping out of him with a lewd, vulgar squelch with his legs being lowered down gently as the man backwards away slowly. His right thigh was lowered to the bed with his left leg when there was a sigh at the bottom of the bed. And then the bed was bouncing as the man climbed off of it once more with the thud of moving feet over the floor ringing out. The crinkle of wipes.

The squelch of a slick rubber condom being tied off then tossed into the trash as wipes were pulled from the pack. Thudding feet them moved away from the bed leaving him limp on the bed with rumpled blankets beneath him. He then caught the flick of the lock on their bedroom doors and the grind as the doors opened. The quiet murmur of husky voices pitched too low for him to catch when there was then another grind of the doors in their tracks.

Thudding footsteps rushing over to him where the bed dipped followed by the sound of wipes being pulled out of the pack. Hizashi then gently ran a wipe over his thighs and stomach; gathering up the come smeared on them gently. Then another wipe was used to scrub at his thighs, one at a time, and then his stomach. Another wipe was used to run over his skin once more before they were tossed in the trash.

And then, much to his relief, the cuffs were undone one at a time then pulled off his wrists. They weren't sore but he was appreciative to have them off nonetheless. Then his blindfold was tugged at; lifted up off of his eyes with the light dying the back of his left eye a soft red when he opened it. He looked immediately to his husband eagerly to find the blonde flushed. Sweat glistening on his forehead and his red cheeks, the blush nearly obliterating his adorable freckles.

He looked like he'd been running for miles. He looked so beautiful. He raised his hands up towards the blonde who lowered himself down as his fingers touched those red cheeks. Sliding back to bury themselves into blonde locks when his husband leaned down with soft lips kissing his cheek. His jaw. The tip of his nose. His overlapping scars on his right cheekbone. His sweaty forehead without so much as a flinch.

Kissing at his face as he did his best to return those adoring kisses the best he could. Kissing at his husband's face as he tightened his hands on blonde locks. Pecking, adoring kisses being placed over red, sweaty faces with a hand touching his waist while the other dipped into the bed. Their noses bumped and brushed which lead to nuzzling them together. A gentle action that had him smiling breathlessly as he nuzzled his nose to Hizashi's happily.

Loving the breathless giggle, it got him from his husband when he then pulled back slightly. And then those soft, warm lips were on his again with slow, tender slides that had him melting into the bed. His eyelids fluttering shut once more as he tightened his grasp on silky blonde locks as he moved his lips against Hizashi's. Sweet. Adoring. Loving. It was the type of kisses to get his heart aching in his chest as he moved his lips against his husband's.

Holding his face to his own with glasses bumping his cheekbone and eyebrow but he hardly cared. Hardly noticed. All that mattered was he had those lips on his own and Hizashi was his. He was close to him and that's all he wanted. Lips broke away with his with a gentle smack but they pressed to his once, twice, three, four times more before their foreheads rested together. Both taking a hitching breath then letting it out slowly with the hand on his waist coming up with his thumb brushing his jaw softly. Adoringly.

"So-So I just gotta sa-say it!That wa-was the hottest fuckin' thi-thing in the world, ba-baby! Like, holy shit!" His husband breathed out to which he threw his head back with a barking laugh as he slid his hands from Hizashi's hair to touch his feverish cheeks. Cupping the face he so adored as he smirked up at his husband who grinned down at him. "I'm se-serious! Tha-That was way hotter than I tho-thought it'd be! I th-thought I'd be more jea-jealous watching an-another man fuck you! But it was ju-just hot!"

"Of co-course you think it's hot! Wha-What a pervert my hus-husband is!" He replied in a breathless, playful tone as his husband growled at him with that playfulness as lips then pressed to his jaw. Fluttering across it as he smirked widely with his head tilting back as those soft lips fluttered down his throat as he sighed out sharply. "I wo-won't lie, it was pre-pretty hot for me too! I di-didn't know if I'd li-like fucking someone wh-who's not you! Bu-But you know what?"

"Mmm, wh-what, baby?" Hizashi's nose skimmed his jaw with racing breaths fanning over it. It had his heart jumping in his chest with the blonde twisting down against him with lips pressing to his throat as he clung to the blonde. Curling his arm around those broad, freckled shoulders happily. Holding him impossibly close when the blonde then sighed out with lips kissing at him. "Yo-You know, after tha-that I think I have a speci-special appreciation! A even better one for you! I'm-I'm glad you're my husband, you know that?"

"Ho-How is it tha-that you can read my m-mmmind like that?" He got out breathlessly with his arms tightening around his husband who hummed into his throat. Lips and nose nuzzling up beneath his jaw when he chuckled at his husband with his hand lifting to slide over those silky locks. "I ma-may have liked fu-fucking a mystery ma-man but I'm mo-more than happy wi-with you! And ou-our very, very, very clos-closed marriage! Yo-You're all I need, Hizashi, an-and all that I want! Yeah, it was hot but-"

"Yo-You're mine." His husband growled into his jaw which merely had him chuckling in that high strung pitch; not quite a giggle but it was close. Close enough that teeth nipped at his jaw with grinning lips then nuzzling at him when his husband then lifted his head up with those green eyes glowing down at him. Fingers skimming down the side of his face adoringly. "You're mine, Sh-Shouta Yamada-Aizawa, an-and yeah, I may ha-have found that hot but you-you are all mine! And I'll sho-show it to you!"

"Ho-How about you give me fif-fifteen minutes an-and you can show it to-to me all you wa-want, love! Sho-Show me what I-I missed out on, yeah?" He loved the way those eyes flared with heat down at him when he touched his husband's jaw lightly with fingers trailing down the side of his face again. "Yo-You can show it to me all night if-if you want too! I'll ha-happily fuck you al-all night long, love, if yo-you can keep up with me, tha-that is!"

Hizashi looked down at him with a look of awe when the blonde snickered at him. Grinning down at him with lips pressing to the tip of his nose gently and the blonde was then laying out next to him with hands grabbing his waist. Tugging him into his arms as he happily rolled on top of his husband, his hands resting on his chest as he kissed at the blonde's jaw. A sigh leaving his husband when a hand ran over his hair gently. "I fu-fuckin' love you, baby, you kn-know that? I'll show you just ho-how much I love you!"

Smiling into his husband's jaw, he kissed at the blonde again and again. Helpless as he crawled his lips up to that freckled cheek where he kissed adoringly at his husband's freckles with his hands sliding over his husband's chest. Twisting him close with arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Holding him impossibly tight to the blonde's chest as he nuzzled his lips and nose into his cheek before pulling back. "I lo-love you too, Zashi! More th-than anyone and anything!"