Emetophilia! I won't lie, I didn't exactly know how to write this chapter 😅I've certainly heard of emetophilia before and I know what it is but I've never written a chapter that kind of dealt with it, you know? There's no sex in this chapter but Shouta DOES puke so if you want to skip that then please skip it! It's not too graphic but I just thought I'd write the warning here! Anyhow, the next chapter will have the usual smut! Until then I hope this chapter has the right amount of fluff and comfort for a breather chapter! Until we meet again ❤️
"Shouta?"
"Hmmm?"
Hizashi hesitated; it was something he hadn't done since the beginning of their challenges. A hesitation that he'd not felt since the very first challenge. Mismatched eyes flicked up to him when Shouta frowned softly at him before closing the book he held in his hands before placing it on the coffee table. "So I, um, have an idea. A request, really, about what we could, um, do next? And I want you to know it's a-a really weird request! And you can veto it immediately, okay?"
Black brows squeezed together with those mismatched eyes flicking over him; the light glittering off that rich dark left eye of his. It did little for that soft gray, cloudy right eye of his but those eyes flicked over him like they could see him perfectly. A frown pinched at Shouta's full lips before shifting to swing his legs over the couch allowing him to walk over. To sit down next to him when Shouta tilted his head. "How weird of a request is it, love? You're practically sweating bullets over a question you haven't asked yet."
Was he? He reached up to touch his forehead which felt warm but he had a light clamminess to it that had him wiping at his forehead before dropping his hand down. And then Shouta was reaching out to take his hands in those broad, dry ones that he so adored. He squeezed at those hands as fingers slipped between his own as he took a shuddering breath then let it out. "Okay, okay! I just don't want you to freak out, okay? It's a really weird request and you have every right to say no to it, alright? Just keep that in mind for me, please?"
"Zashi, love, you're talking in circles now." Hands tightened in his as Shouta's thigh pressed against his own as he squirmed closer with those black curls swaying in the ponytail that Shouta had wrangled them into. A stray lock swaying to brush against his husband's cheek which he tugged his hand from Shouta's to reach up. Pinching the ebony curl and tucking it behind his ear when that hand then caught his. His thumb rubbing his palm with soothing circles. "I thought we were over this nervousness? Don't you trust I won't judge you?"
"I know, but this is really weird, baby! Weirder than me asking you to call me Daddy or to let me watch you piss yourself or to drink it! This is weird." He squeezed the hands in his, Shouta's thumb moving in circles against his palm when he let out a trembling breath. For the past week he'd been keeping it to himself. Hesitating. Worrying. He knew this was a shot in the dark but it was on the list. Something to cross off. "Do you- Does the word emetophilia mean anything to you? Do you know what it means?"
Again, those black brows squeezed together with wrinkles forming between them that spread to the bridge of his husband's nose. A slight wrinkling that he adored on the best days but his husband was staring at him curiously. Cautiously. He couldn't help but wish he'd never said a thing; that he'd kept it to himself and that he hadn't breathed a word of it to his husband who squeezed his hands. "I can't say that I have heard that word before. It has philia in the name so it's something off the list, right? What is it?"
Make it or break it time. He couldn't help but squeeze the hands that he held in his own tightly with his heart hammering against his chest wildly when he swallowed. The least he could do was give his husband the definition, couldn't he? Then explain it afterwards like he had practiced? "Emetophilia is a sexual interest in vomit or even in the act of vomiting. It's when people can get sexually by either one of those things."
His husband's face went carefully blank; his poker face. He'd recognize it anywhere. After all, he'd been with this man going on eighteen years so how could he not? It had him dragging his teeth over his lip before chewing on it when he squeezed the hands in his again when those black lashes fluttered in a blink. Full lips parting slightly, moving silently before his husband squeezed his hands back with that look of confusion pinching at his face. "I- So what does this mean, Zashi? Do you-you have a sexual interest in vomit? Or in vomiting?"
"I don't know?" His face was growing hot; he didn't like this embarrassed blush that he had burning in his face but there was no stopping it. No controlling it. He fought the urge to duck his face away when those mismatched eyes flicked over it. As if they could see right down to his very core. It had him blushing fiercely when he licked his lips. "I don't know if I have it but-but I'd like to find out? I'd like to try it? I mean, I don't know how-how we'd do it but I thought we'd figure it out? Or look it up? Or read about it together? Or do something about it and-"
"Love, you're babbling a mile a minute and I can't understand you one damn bit." The hand in his left hand lifted up to touch his hot cheek as he fought the urge to look away from his husband's gaze. He squirmed in his spot when the hand remaining in his tightened on his when Shouta's fingers skimmed over his cheekbone gently as he met that mismatched gaze. "Start over, okay? Take a breath and start again for me, okay? Because we can't have a conversation when you talk a mile a minute, love."
"I don't know if I have a thing in emetophilia or not. I haven't watched any porn with it, I haven't looked at anything with it, and I have read enough to have a general idea about it, you know?" He paused to take another deep breath with his husband's gaze on him; the hand in his squeezing once more. A firm, comforting squeeze that had him squeezing back when he licked his lips again. "But I'd like to find out if I do. I'd like to try it. I know that would-would be uncomfortable for you but I'd really like to try, baby!"
"Alright, see how much easier that was?" Fingers trailed down his cheek when he fought the urge to nod like a sheepish child. Like he was being scolded somehow. He squeezed at the hand in his when Shouta's thumb moved against the back of his hand and he clutched at the black-haired man's hand when Shouta then took a breath of his own. "I can't say I'm the biggest fan of puking. I don't like it at all. However, if this is something you want to figure out, then I'm willing to let myself puke this once. But there's a stipulation."
Tightening his hold on his husband's, he moved his thumb against the back of Shouta's hand gently. His face was uncomfortably hot when he then tilted his head at his husband who stared at him with an intensity that had his heart absolutely going wild in his chest as he squeezed the hand in his. "I think that if you're willing to help me figure this out, if you're willing to even try this with me, that you're entitled to a stipulation or two! Now why don't you tell me about this stipulation of yours?"
"Good, that's what I was hoping you'd say." There was a slight waver to his husband's voice when his hand clenched at his tightly. His thumb rolling circles into the side of his wrist when he watched spots of pink bloom on his husband's cheeks which was, quite honestly, surprising in and of itself. He didn't think his husband would blush over this but here the man was, turning a beautiful shade of pink. "If I'm going to puke something up, I want to be decently drunk. Secondly, I want you to make me something rather than ordering out, yeah?"
"I- That's it? You want me to cook you a meal and you want to be drunk while we do it?" He couldn't hide that incredulous note from his voice when Shouta nodded at him resolutely. Determinedly. It had his heart jumping in his chest when he then pulled his hand from Shouta's and threw his arms around him with a laugh. Holding the black-haired man to his chest as he tightened his arms around him with another laugh. "Oh, baby, I can do that! I promise I can do that! Do you wanna do this tomorrow? The sooner the better?"
"The sooner the better, love." Arms then slid around him with hands sliding up and down his back comfortingly. All the worrying, all the stress, all of it for nothing. While his husband didn't seem to be the biggest fan of this already, he knew his husband would give him what he wanted. And he'd make sure that he was safe the entire time they did this. Arms tightened around him and he happily dragged Shouta onto his lap as he buried his face in his shoulder. He'd make this as easy as possible.
He swore it.
Two days. It took them two very long days to come up with something for the two of them that made them both happy. A drunk Shouta was always something that fascinated Hizashi. He'd seen Shouta pound drinks like nobody's business and black out drunk to the point where he would talk to inanimate objects around their home. Or the one time that the black-haired man had gotten a bowl and piled his hair into it and proceeded to chew on it leaving it soaked through.
There was a time when he'd found Shouta laid out on his back in their then apartment staring up at the ceiling fan and talking to it like he would any other person. There was, of course, a few times he'd come home to find Shouta on his side with a half drunk bottle hugged to his chest. Cheeks flushed and black lashes resting on them as his lips parted in a tranquil image. There were a few times where Shouta had tried dancing with a tall lamp of theirs and one time the black-haired man had tried flirting with him.
Tried to come off as coy and charming only to pout when he would claim to be married. It was one of his favorite memories; the way that Shouta had pouted when he had claimed to be married. It had been a mere three months after they were married and they'd been out at a bar with Nemuri and Tensei. A drunken Shouta could prove to be quite silly, adorable, and absolutely the sweetest thing in the world. There were nights where Shouta would lay in his arms and sip at his drink or curl up in his lap with his arms around him.
His knees pressed into his chest to make himself smaller. There was nothing he adored more than looking after Shouta when he was drunk. Even if he didn't touch alcohol that way anymore, he could still do his best and be sober for his husband. To make sure that he was fine, that he had his water and pills for the morning time, and that he laid on his side. That he had a bucket just in case anything happened and he couldn't make it to the bathroom.
Taking care of a drunken Shouta had it's perks and had it's upsides but it also had it's downsides. Sometimes he missed the days where he could get drunk with Shouta. When they'd wake in the morning and Door-Dash some Gatorade to sip at and take medication together. When they would wake tangled together, unsure of who's arms were where and where their legs intertwined. He could happily say he didn't miss the pounding in his temples or the snappish fights they got into because of said hangovers.
But he missed getting drunk with him. However, as much as he missed it, he found that he liked his self-control. It was unbreakable, unshakable, and he knew when to stop. He knew his one glass of wine followed by another was his cap. If anything, he found Shouta's drinking to be more fascinating than his own drinking. Watching as his husband's sparkling eyes took on a brighter sparkle to them. How his cheeks slowly but surely turned red along with the sides of his face.
The way that he became more open with the physical affection. How he sang quietly to himself while curled up in his arms only to hide his face when he asked him what song it was. When fingers were twirling into his hair and lips on his jaw. His throat. When Shouta was swaying idly in his arms or when he gave those adorable, charming giggles of his. It was the only time he'd ever really heard the black-haired man giggle and even then, it was rather rare but he adored the sound of it.
There was nothing he adored more than those adorable giggles of his. He also knew when Shouta was drunk, he was at his most vulnerable; like the night of their first challenge when Shouta had all but cried when he had insisted on not touching him. On not doing anything but the black-haired man had teared up. Whether his husband admitted it or not, he was unbelievably sensitive when it came to being drunk. There was something precious in knowing that
in having that knowledge on how his husband behaved when he was drunk like that. He became someone even more worth of protecting. He loved how silly, emotional, and giggly his husband got when he was two or three drinks deep. He could admire the attitude and the amplifications of Shouta's personality. There's nothing he adored more than that. Nothing he loved more than seeing Shouta so loose, so happy despite being drunk that he adored.
There was nothing he wanted more than for his husband to be happy. Drinking was something he kept a close eye on; after all, the last thing he wanted was for his husband to overdo it somehow. When Shouta had suggested getting drunk to make his choice all the easier for him, he had been more than happy to plan out dinner for the two of them. To grab a round of drinks for his husband to drink when the night came. It took them two days to plan the ins and outs of something like this.
Shouta seemed hesitant about it. It had him worrying that he was doing something wrong asking his husband to do this with him but the black-haired man merely waved away his worries by insisting he could do it. He'd done his best to give his husband all the outs in the world; all the chances not to do this if he was hesitant or anything of the sort. He had done his best to give Shouta outs for him to take; the last thing he wanted was to somehow suggest something that crossed a boundary that he didn't know about.
The last thing he wanted was to choose something that made his husband uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form. He didn't want to be toeing the line on a boundary his husband never admitted too. However, the black-haired man was more than determined to give him what he wanted. What he wanted to do with this choice. In the two days of planning, trying to find out if his husband wanted to back out, he finally contented himself to going through with the plan.
However, he'd made sure his husband knew he had all the veto power in the world. That he was allowed to decide before or during that he didn't want to continue with it and he'd understand. The black-haired man had rolled his eyes the night before with a dry response for him to stop panicking. To stop worrying. But how could he not? How could he not worry over his husband who would never shame him for asking something like this?
How could he not be anxious over possibly crossing a boundary that his husband wouldn't tell him about until after the moment was done? And so, he bit his lip with this nervousness squirming around in his chest throughout the day. He had made a pit stop at the nearby liquor store for his husband, grabbing his favorite drinks then heading over to the supermarket. He planned on making a nice dinner for his husband to enjoy even if he would possibly be bringing it up later.
It was two of the stipulations his husband had and he was going to honor them. He was going to do his best to make sure they were met and his husband was comfortable about it. He had tried again to give his husband an out but the black-haired man refused to acknowledge it. And so, he'd set about making dinner with Shouta clinging to his waist. Holding onto him with fingers plucking at his thin sweater. The weather was so beautiful for late April that he found himself swooning despite all the rain they got.
It was washing the snow away and he was more than happy about it. More than happy to say goodbye to winter and it's snapping temperatures and hello to late April with the warming temperatures. He'd been happy to sway with Shouta while he got dinner on for them. It was the first time he was making dinner in a while but he absolutely adored watching three pairs of eyes lighting up when they dug into their food. Hitoshi, Eri and Shouta all seemed to devour their meals in minutes.
It was inspiring seeing his family devour his food like they were starving. He normally let Shouta make dinner as he was more experienced with cooking dinner and lunch while he focused on breakfast but it was honestly sweet to see his family eat his food with such gusto. Of course, Shouta and Eri cuddled up to him for their after dinner movie which was all too sweet. He'd been happy to hold them close to him while they watched the movie until it was bedtime.
He happily carted Eri upstairs as she squealed and shrieked with delight as she swung through the air. Getting Eri into bed had been a highlight that he adored as he made sure she went through her bedtime routine before tucking her in for the night. Even if she was eight going to be nine, it was still sweet to tuck his daughter in. To brush her hair from her forehead and give her a kiss goodnight on it before leaving her room.
He'd said his goodnight to Hitoshi who was studying in his room with the door half cracked before shutting it for the teen. From there he'd wondered downstairs to find Shouta working on his first drink of the night. That was about two hours ago if he was recalling it right. Two long hours that they'd gotten through while his husband pounded drink after drink while trying to be slow about it. However, gulping drinks down like that was never a slow process and it was all catching up with Shouta.
Sitting on the couch with the TV murmuring before them, Shouta was sagging into his side with fingers toying with his hair. Twirling a lock around his fingers again and again lazily with his cheek nuzzled to his shoulder. He had an arm wrapped around the black-haired man and stroked those black curls of his gently. Sweetly. Combing his fingers through them earned him a soft, content hum from the black-haired man. He'd drank through the pack of alcohol he'd bought.
And now his husband was working on the bottle of bourbon he'd gotten for him. He was taking it glass by glass but he knew Shouta was drunk. Not quite black out but perhaps just enough that he could forget about tonight. And he didn't fault his husband; no one would want to be of sober mind and puking for their partner. If this made it easier for Shouta, made it more bearable, then he wasn't going to fault him. He wasn't going to judge him for it.
Fingers tugged on his hair gently as he tightened his arm around the black-haired man who cuddled into his side with another soft hum. The scent of his vanilla soaps clung to his hair as he pressed his cheek to the top of his head as the TV murmured. He couldn't recall what movie they'd put on but it was a thriller of some kind but he knew they were hardly paying it mind. His husband was curled into his side securely with quiet, even breaths being taken between the both of them.
He knew that this wasn't going to be easy on his husband; throwing up was never easy on a person. He tightened his arm gently again around his husband as he twirled curls around his fingers. Hooking and catching effortlessly with his fingers tugging as Shouta began to hum softly to him with his breaths warming his shoulder. He nuzzled his cheek to the top of Shouta's head gently with his fingers tugging at those curls.
Playing with them in the same way that Shouta's fingers plucked and tugged at his own hair. There was a contentment to the night; something calming about it all that had him utterly melting into the couch as his husband cuddled into him. It was unlike the other nights his husband had been drunk but he had a feeling Shouta liked the content relaxation of tonight. He'd caught Shouta mumbling to the cats when he'd left briefly for the bathroom but other than that his husband was quiet.
Content. It was all that he wanted; for tonight to be something natural. To not overthink it. He knew there was a fifty-fifty chance he had this kink. If he did have it, he knew he'd never work up the balls to request it again. One weird kink was more than enough for Shouta who had his fair share of kinks. He couldn't imagine wanting to do this again but who knew how it was going to end. How it was going to turn out.
Combing his fingers through Shouta's curls, he loved the nuzzling rub of his cheek against his shoulder. He nuzzled his cheek to the top of Shouta's head again. Turning his head just enough to kiss softly at the black-haired man who merely squirmed and cuddled into his side firmly with his legs bent up slightly. His knees resting on his thigh slightly with his arm curled around his stomach with fingers tugging at his sweater the same way they tugged at his hair gently.
While Shouta normally was a rather silly man while drunk, tonight they seemed to be relishing in each other. In twisting close together rather than Shouta stumbling around or talking to the ceiling fan. To the lamps. He squeezed Shouta gently again as he continued running his fingers through his curls gently, sweetly, with the black-haired man humming softly at him. A soft, crooning sound as his head turned slightly with his cheek rubbing over his shoulder.
His breath hot on his skin sent a shiver down his back in response as he tugged on a few of those curls he so adored gently. Pulling on them as he hummed back at the black-haired man. Trying to place the gentle little song his husband was humming to him as the arm around his stomach squeezed. As if to hold himself tighter to his side. There were moments like this that were the absolute best.
He kissed the top of Shouta's head again with the black-haired man twisting into him gently while fingers plucked at his sweater. His hair. Gentle pulls and tugs followed by twisting motions that bunched his shirt around Shouta's fingers and his hair around the others. He let go of the curls he had wrapped around his fingers to slide down his back gently. Rubbing up and down soothingly while his husband nuzzled his face into his throat. It was hot.
Flushed from the alcohol consumption as he squeezed the black-haired man close to him. Curling his arm around his waist again as he kneaded gently at his stomach. He could only imagine the bloating his husband had to suffer through when it came to drinking. Shouta always pleaded the morning after for his belly rubs which he was more than happy to give to the black-haired man. Rolling his fingers cautiously into the black-haired man's stomach gently.
He got a soft, pleased hum from his husband. His nose and lips nuzzling up beneath his jaw as he continued his gently kneading at his husband's stomach that felt bloated under his fingers. A big meal and alcohol would leave anyone feeling bloated afterwards but he knew it had to be uncomfortable for Shouta. He rolled his fingers in gentle, soothing circles into his husband who sighed softly with his breath fanning over his skin.
It sent shivers down his back as he nuzzled the top of his head again with black curls brushing his face. Messy from the way his hands had run through them. He clutched his husband closer to him; they were already so close but he wanted him to be closer. He wants to drag this man under his skin as those lips nuzzled up beneath his jaw. The scent of him filling his nose and lungs as he buried his face into his hair with fingers plucking at his hair and sweater.
The sound of pattering rain striking the ground outside with those cool bursts of air through the window were nice. Relaxing. It was a refresher from the warmth that they were sharing together and kept him from overheating. It was a perfect rainy, April night. It was absolutely perfect. Tonight couldn't be going any better if he was honest with himself. There was no rush for Shouta to puke, he knew there wasn't, and they were taking their time with it.
With how bloated Shouta felt under his fingers he knew it was only an amount of time before he was heaving. It was only to be expected. Shouta did have a rather large meal tonight. It was the first time he cooked dinner for them in God knows how long and Shouta devoured his food gratefully. He should think of offering to switch off on dinner. Shouta was hopeless when it came to breakfast foods -hell, the man burned eggs one time- and yet he found that he liked cooking dinner.
He'd have to talk to Shouta about possibly switching off on cooking dinner. When he was sober, of course, and he could get his opinion on what he thought of it. There was a shift and then knees were curling over his with legs wedging between his thighs. Dangling off of the couch, he felt Shouta scooting closer as his knees drew up slightly. Cuddling into him with another of those contented sighs as his fingers played with his hair. His sweater.
He happily clutched the man close to his side as he nuzzled the top of his head gently while lips pressed softly to his throat. God if he doesn't love this man. If he didn't adore him with every fiber of his being. Squeezing his husband gently, he continued rolling circles into his husband's stomach gently with that pleased hum leaving the black-haired man. He pulled his face from his curls when lips crawled up to press to the edge of his jaw.
He could smell the booze on Shouta's breath but he didn't mind it as much as he would have years ago. He kissed at Shouta's cheeky softly, gently, with the black-haired man kissing his cheek in return with lips pressing down, down, down to the corner of his mouth. It had his lips parting with a tingle as Shouta pulled back just enough for him to catch those mismatched eyes. That dark eye glittering as it locked onto him with a desire that he'd recognize anywhere.
And he smiled softly at the longing in that gaze when he leaned forward without breathing a word as he pressed his lips to those full ones. Moving his lips slowly against Shouta's who jumped to move his own lips as hands came up to touch his shoulders before arms were curling around him. He happily wrapped his arms around Shouta to tug him gently with legs stretching out as the black-haired man then shifted and rolled onto his knees.
Swinging himself into his lap where he settled down. It was a rather sleek movement that had him in awe as he slid his arms around his husband's waist to hold him close as lips moved against his. Soft kisses, slow, that took their time. No rush. No frantic heat. Just the touch of those lightly chapped, full, plush lips against his own with a warmth that had him shivering as he slid his hands up and down the black-haired man's back gently. Slowly.
Rolling his fingers into Shouta's back to gently knead at him which had muscles trembling under his hands gently with fingers twisting into his hair gently. Tugging at the locks before a hand sank into his hair properly to cup the back of his head as lips slid against his softly. He took his time sliding his hands up and down his husband's back as he slid his lips against Shouta's with a sigh fanning over his cheek. One that he couldn't help but copy with a sigh of his own.
He held the black-haired man close to him; pressing tightly together chest to chest when fingers scratched at the nape of his neck. His scalp. It had him shivering with his husband seeming to content himself to settling into his lap as lips moved together with that quiet whisper. A gentle brushing sound of their moving lips as Shouta seemed to melt in his lap and there's nothing he adores more than that.
There was something magical about staying up late like this in the living room. When the world was black outside of their window, unseen rain pattering to the ground. The soft golden light of the lamps in the living room casting the perfect atmosphere for the room. He knew they were going to move to the bedroom, it was only a matter of time for it and yet there was a contentment in staying right here. Kissing his husband slowly, tenderly with fingers scratching at the nape of his neck again.
There was so much warmth to those kisses that he felt his head swaying effortlessly with the rush of joy he felt. Holding his husband close to him, he swore he was getting some type of contact high. Sighing out through his nose again, he squeezed his arms around Shouta's waist which had arms tightening around his shoulders. Slow, soft kisses being given to keep it easy for his husband to follow along with. He slid his hands along Shouta's back in that gentle up and down motion to get the black-haired man to relax.
To sink further into his lap with hips shifting slightly as his husband squirmed before settling down in his arms. Lips sliding against his own melting to curve and shape to one another's. Fitting together perfectly with those soft, slow slides with their quiet whispers ringing out while he rolled his fingers into Shouta's back. Kneading at the tense muscles gently with fingers scratching at him again; at his scalp and the nape of his neck.
He was more than happy to kiss the black-haired man who was melting in his arms. Damn near boneless. He slid his hands along his back coaxing it to arch slightly with knees digging into the cushions on either side of him. The quiet whisper of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of the living room. Over the soft murmur of the TV. His hands wandering up and down the black-haired man's back gently with fingers prodding at those trembling muscles.
Doing so with just enough pressure to get them relaxing under his hands. There was nothing he adored more than when his husband was so relaxed in his arms. When he was melting like putty under his hands as lips slid against his. There was no greater joy than this. He clutched the black-haired man close to him with his hands sliding up and down comfortingly with fingers twirling and tugging on his hair. Scratching at the nape of his neck.
Shivering at those gentle tugs, he slid his hands over his husband's lower back before caressing his waist. Tugging playfully at the hem of his long-sleeve shirt gently before flipping it up to touch the warmth of his skin. A shiver ran over Shouta at the touch with a quiet, encouraging sound leaving the man in his arms as they twisted together. He slid his hands over the warmth of his skin, fanning his fingers out against it, and sliding back towards his lower back.
Scratching gently at his husband before sliding his hands up his back beneath his shirt. Loving the way his husband shuddered with fingers clutching at his hair in a sharp pull that had him whining quietly at the black-haired man when a spark zipped down his back. He slid his hands up over his shoulder blades then dragging his nails over that sensitive spot in between them which had his husband's back arching.
His hands tightening on him with a breath trembling over his cheek in response before he was sliding his hands down his back once again. A sweeping caress downwards with his hands rubbing over his husband's ass gently which had Shouta arching up slightly in his arms. He rubbed his hands over the curve of his husband's ass. Squeezing gently at it with firm squishes that had his husband shuddering.
Had him whining at him with that same quiet pitch when fingers tugged at his hair again sending another spark down his back. Kissing his husband slowly, tenderly with that emotion being poured back into the kiss was absolutely everything. There's nothing he adores more than kissing Shouta; he could kiss him for hours and still crave this. Still come back for another kiss like it was the first one. Scratching gently at his husband's back had him shuddering in his arms as lips slid against his.
Moving with a tenderness that had his chest aching. His heart jumping to his throat as his husband's arms tightened around his shoulders. Fingers tugging at his hair firmly sending sparks racing down his back when he tightened his arms around his waist. Scratching up his back when he felt goosebumps raising beneath his skin when Shouta shuddered again. He could only imagine what was going through that hazy, drunken mind of his right now.
He clutched at his husband who kissed him slowly with a tender passion being poured into the kiss cautiously. Carefully. And he returned that tender passion with his own as he scratched at his husband's back lazily; swirling his hands in circles over his skin which had the black-haired man shuddering. Squirming. He moved his lips against Shouta's with a spark of eagerness twisting into his chest as he gently squeezed his husband delightedly.
He'd been so worried over the past two days that his husband wouldn't want to do this. That it was crossing the line. After all, how could he not? He hadn't known erotic humiliation wasn't his thing until they did it. He hummed quietly to himself as he moved his lips with Shouta's, the quiet brush of their moving lips filling the quiet when his husband took a long breath through his nose. Then he let it out slowly on a sigh that had him fighting the urge to giggle. To sigh with him.
Instead he focused on kissing his husband with that tender passion that was pouring into the kiss as fingers kneaded at the nape of his neck with a slight clumsiness but he didn't mind it. It didn't hurt, it wasn't painful, but it was comforting. Fingers curled to scratch at his head gently again with arms tight around his shoulders as they held onto one another. He kissed his husband tenderly, sweetly, as he began to step up the speed ever so slightly. Something faster.
A bit quicker. Something that his husband followed along with without a drop of hesitation on his part when the black-haired man whined at the hard squeeze he gave to his ass. He kneaded at him firmly with squeezes that had the black-haired man squirming again in his arms with another airy little sound leaving the man. It had heat lashing over his skin with goosebumps raising on his own skin as he squeezed fiercely at his husband's ass.
Then he let it go and sliding up towards his back again. Sliding them up beneath his shirt to touch the warmth of his skin. He felt so warm. He felt utterly perfect in his arms; so perfect. He held his husband happily when he felt hips shifting again as Shouta squirmed in his arms slightly to which he shifted slightly before twisting to lay Shouta out on the cushions. Turning in his arms with knees digging into the cushions.
Shouta's left leg slipped off of the couch with a thud but the black-haired man clutched him closer rather than flinching away. The hand cupping the back of his head pressed lightly on the back of it to encourage a harder press of their lips. And he happily pressed his lips firmer to Shouta's with that light smack coming to break up the quiet whisper of their moving lips. The new speed being used contributing to it as the black-haired man uncurled an arm from around his shoulders to touch his waist.
Sliding it clumsily along his side up and down comfortingly as he shuddered before squirming against his husband who let out a quiet groan when he pressed his hips down against him. He couldn't help but wonder if his husband was nauseous yet. His stomach felt tight against his own and he couldn't help but wonder if the black-haired man was uncomfortable. That was the last thing he wanted him to be but he knew there was simply no avoiding it.
He pressed down cautiously, carefully, with the black-haired man arching up into his arms slightly as he slid his hand along his waist. He felt so warm tonight; Shouta was always like a space heater. Was always running on hot which is what made cuddling him in bed during the winter amazing. What made sleeping in bed together during the summer insufferable. However, tonight he felt much warmer to the touch.
It had him fighting the urge to frown as he slid his lips against Shouta's with that light smack ringing out rhythmically with their moving lips. He kissed the black-haired man with the tender passion that had been used and his husband returned it. The passion was budding, growing, into something hotter as heat flashed over his skin again leaving him flushed in its wake. A flash of heat that had him shifting with the cushions moving underneath him with the movement of his.
He kissed his husband delightedly who kissed him back with enthusiasm. There was something so damn addicting about having his husband to himself like this. Knowing that he was relying on him to make them both feel good. That his husband wanted him like this just as badly. All day they got glimpses of one another as they went about their routines at work. Always so, so close but distant from one another. And then squeezing in all the affection they could the moment they went home was amazing.
He had Shouta all to himself tonight and there's nothing he loves more than that fact. He squeezed his husband's waist before sliding his hand along it as hips rose up from the cushions beneath him to press against him. He pressed down against his husband who groaned quietly as the smack of their moving lips filled the quiet of the living room. He let out a soft hum at the black-haired man who tightened his hold on his hair.
A tight, squeezing fistful held to a shaking fist when he felt that palm growing clammy against the nape of his neck. However, the black-haired man didn't dare pull away from him as their lips slid together fervently. Eagerly. Pressing harder to one another with his lips tingling from the press was the absolute best. He kissed his husband passionately which was returned to him without missing a beat as thighs pressed to his waist firmly with a restless rub.
There was an excitement unfurling in his chest as he kissed his husband; an excitement that had his stomach fluttering viciously. Had him squirming as that hand slid along his side again; bunching up his sweater slightly when fingers touched his waist. Fanning out against it much to his delight as it slid up beneath his sweater with a huffing exhale leaving himself at the tingles. At the rough feel of his husband's palm against his skin. It had him electrified.
Crackling with a flash of heat rushing over his skin before sinking down to run along his bones. That desire twisting through his chest to grip at his bones with a strength that left him breathless. He pressed his hips down against his husband who sucked in a sharp breath through his nose before pressing up against him with a quiet groan. And gently, with that careful pressure, he began to rock his hips against his husband who shuddered before following along with his movements.
Rocking with him as hands tightened on his waist and hair. His back arched slightly with a huff as he rocked his hips down against his husband delightedly with the black-haired man squirming beneath him. Groaning quietly again, the black-haired man squirmed beneath him before sliding his hand along his side to get him to squirm. To twist and he found himself eagerly moving with his husband when he got that spark of an idea.
He leaned back with his lips leaving Shouta's with a smack when the black-haired man chased after him eagerly; lips pressing to his again and again. Chaste, pecking kisses that he returned when he leaned back to look down at the black-haired man. There was a glassy look to that dark eye that he'd recognize anywhere. Full lips parted ever so slightly with his mouth hanging open as trembling breaths were taken. His black lashes fluttering with curls spread out on the cushion.
A deep red blush smothered over his cheeks that spread down to his collar bones. To the tips of his ears. He looked utterly, heartbreakingly beautiful. Hands reached for him limply when he crawled off the couch and bent forward to wrap his arms around Shouta. The black-haired man seemed to understand and his arms curled around his shoulders and legs curling around his waist as he heaved him up from the couch.
He grunted quietly before turning on his feet to make his way between the couch and coffee table. Speed walking across the floor with thudding footsteps as he made his way to the front hallway with brisk strides as he heaved Shouta up in his arms. Padding forward into the hallway, Shouta's lips began to press to his face frantically. Urgently. Kisses that had him melting as they were placed over his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and the tip of it adoringly.
To his eyebrow and forehead softly with the scent of bourbon on his husband's breath. It was a sharp smell that he'd recognize anywhere as alcohol and yet it wasn't awful. He didn't mind the scent of it. He got another kiss to the tip of his nose as he walked swiftly down the hallway into the kitchen. Adjusting his hold on the black-haired man as he walked through the kitchen past the fridge and freezer to their small hallway.
It would be better, in the long run, to be close to the bathroom rather than make Shouta puke in the living room or make him run across the house in a drunken stupor. He walked with those brisk, long strides the best he could as Shouta's lips pecked at his face adoringly. Sweetly. Kisses that had him tightening his arms beneath him to heave him up higher in his arms. He walked down the hallway to their bedroom doors which he nudged open wider with his foot as they rattled in the tracks.
Stepping into their dimly lit bedroom, he walked forward with lips pecking at his once again like they had on the couch. Soft, sweet kisses that had him melting as thighs tightened around his waist when he approached their bed. He kissed at Shouta's face adoringly the way Shouta had been kissing at his and he sat him down on the edge of the bed as he kissed at his cheeks and nose. His forehead. His jaw.
He then tapped his husband's thighs which loosened reluctantly with a slight pout on his husband's lips. It was quite adorable if he was honest with himself. He smiled down at his husband then leaned down to kiss his forehead softly as he smoothed his hair away from it. He then turned on his feet to walk to their bedroom doors with a slow deep breath. When Shouta was sleeping, he'd make sure to go out and clean everything up.
It wouldn't take long to clean up the living room if he was honest with himself. He shut their bedroom doors with a gentle thud and flipped the lock when there was a rustling behind him to which he turned on his feet. Facing his husband who was struggling to get his shirt off of himself and it had grinning as he watched his husband struggling to get his shirt up over his head. It was honestly quite adorable watching his husband struggle a bit as he walked over to him.
His husband stilled as he then reached out to grab his sweater to help work it up over his head. His arms pulling out of the sleeves, black locks slipping through the neckline before it was up and off. On the floor abandoned and Shouta was looking up at him with that little pout on his lips. Hands reached for his waist where hands pushed his sweater up and he grinned at the black-haired man. Grabbing the hem of his sweater, he flipped it up over his stomach to his chest.
Hands tracing his waist as he slid his arms through the sleeves. Bunching his sweater up carefully before working it over his head while being mindful of his hearing aids and glasses. Shouta's hands slid along his waist then up his sides gently as he got his shirt on the floor. His hair swaying against his back when he watched Shouta crawling backwards on the bed. His movements were awkward and clumsy, his hands trembling lightly, and he knew his husband was trying to ground himself.
Trying to sort his feelings in this drunkenness out the best he could. Licking his lips, he pressed his knees to the edge of the bed when he climbed up onto the bed and crawled between his husband's spread legs and he reached a hand upwards to touch that red cheek. Caressing his cheekbone gently, he skimmed his fingers over that hot blush then reached to tuck his hair behind his ear when the black-haired man took a trembling breath.
"How are you doing, baby? Are you sure you want to continue on with this? Are you able to continue one with this?" He questioned as he traced the shell of Shouta's ear gently before coming down to touch the black hoops. Toying with them gently while the black-haired man stared up at him with that glassy look to his dark eye when he smiled softly at him. "It's alright if you don't want to continue, baby. If you can't do this type of thing, it's alright. I won't be angry or upset if you need to pull out now so just tell me, yeah?"
Black lashes fluttered in a blink when the black-haired man then reached up to touch his cheek. Tracing down it clumsily to his jaw, he felt a tremble to those fingers that had him frowning softly at his husband who merely gave a soft, small smile up at him with those mismatched eyes looking up at him. Fingers skating along his jaw in that uncoordinated, clumsy manner. "I'm-I'm fine, a little bit nauseous, you know? But 'm fine! I wanna kiss you a lil' more, okay? Just a lil' more?"
He couldn't help smiling at his husband who traced his jaw then reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear like he had to him. His fingers were clumsy, shaking, but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit as Shouta tucked his hair behind his ear. Fingers tracing along the shell of his ear when he reached up to catch that hand which he squeezed gently. "You tell me if it gets worse, okay? If you can't talk then you know what to do, right? You remember our squeezes, yeah?"
"Yeah! I promise, I'll-I'll use it! So why don't you quit talkin' to me and come down here and kiss me again?" Shouta demanded with that adorable pout forming on his full lips again and God, there was a clumsiness to the way his husband spoke that he found endearing. Drunker than he let on but trying to put up a face that he was sober. Trying to sound it but failing horribly when hands were trembling as that glassy eye looked up at him with that pout on his lips. "C'mon, Zashi! Kiss me!"
"What an absolute brat you become when you're drunk!" He crooned down at his husband who seemed to turn a darker red before his very eyes as he leaned down with his hand sliding along his husband's forearm before dropping down to plant onto the bed as he leaned forward as his husband leaned back. Flopping onto to the bed as he crawled above him with his hair sliding over his shoulders. "If you want a kiss then you know the proper way to ask for one, don't you, baby? How about you ask me the right way?"
He watched that Adam's Apple bob in a swallow as Shouta looked up at him with fluttering lashes. His brows coming together tightly as the pout melted off of his lips and God if he wasn't the most beautiful thing in the world laid out beneath him like this. If his husband was queasy then he'd take it easier on him. Even if the goal tonight was for him to puke, he didn't want him to be too horribly uncomfortable. Shouta then took a breath before tilting his head slightly. "Would you please kiss me, Zashi? Pretty please with a cherry?"
"Well, when you ask so sweetly, I can't say no to you, now can I?" He replied playfully as he leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose which had it scrunching up adorably. Just like that pout that had been on his lips and he then nuzzled their noses together briefly with the black-haired man whining up at him to which he slid his hand along his waist. Sliding it down to his thigh where he squeezed at his husband gently. "No need to get impatient, baby! I'm gonna kiss you, okay? Just tell me if you get too nauseous or if you need a break, alright?"
His husband nodded up at him with that eager sparkle to his gaze as his lips quirked into a small smile and hands slid along his waist. Sliding up to his sides getting him to shudder as he arched into those hands of his husband's with his nose sliding away from his husband's as he squeezed at his thigh once more. A tight, firm squeeze that had the black-haired man whining up at him shrilly in response once more when he then leaned down to kill the gap between them.
Pressing his lips against those plush full ones which had a sigh fanning out over his cheek in response. Shouta's hands squeezing at his waist before sliding up clumsily, eagerly, along his sides as lips slid against his own. He lowered himself back down with his hips pressing against Shouta's the way they had been in the living room. Gentle. And he began to rock his hips down against the black-haired man who arched his hips upwards to rock with him gently side-to-side.
Hands sliding up and down along his sides to get tingles racing under his skin. It had his breath catching in his throat briefly before trembling out of him with his heart skipping in his chest wildly as he continued that gentle rocking with his husband. If Shouta was already getting a bit nauseous then would that mean the end was coming? He wanted to be gentle on his husband, he didn't want to rush him or rock him to fiercely.
Even if puking was the end goal of tonight, he didn't want to make his husband anymore uncomfortable than he probably already was. There was nothing he wanted more than to ensure that his husband was going to be alright and that he was going to be comforted through this. The last thing he wanted was to pop a boner and Shouta be too distressed after vomiting. He gently squeezed his husband's thigh with hands fanning out on his sides as their hips continued to move in that gentle rocking.
The black-haired man hummed softly, lazily, into the kiss with hands holding onto him tightly when he felt fingers tugging on a strand of his hair. Twirling it around his fingers. It was better to keep this easy. Keep it gentle. He twisted himself down close to the black-haired man without pressing into his bloated stomach the best he could. He didn't want to cause any pain or discomfort in his husband who was toying with his hair. Playing with it like it was a small fidget toy of sorts.
He likes having Shouta playing with his hair like this; when their lips were moving together passionately, slowly and fingers sought out his hair. He happily rocked his hips down gently against the black-haired man who rocked up against him with that same gentleness. Holding onto him with a hand sliding over his side sending another wave of tingles to fan under his skin before pooling into his stomach that fluttered excitedly.
He moved his lips against Shouta's delightedly when he got a sharp tug on his hair that had him humming softly at the black-haired man delightedly. The brush of his skin against his own was absolutely amazing. A comfort. The black curls of hair that tickled his chest were a comforting sensation as he slid his hand along the black-haired man's thigh. Kneading at the trembling thigh with his knees pressing lightly into him as thighs rubbed restlessly against his waist.
His husband squirmed beneath him then with a sigh fanning out over his cheek after he settled into place once more when hips then resumed their rocking up against him. He happily pressed his hips a bit harder to the black-haired man's with their hips continuing to move idly, gently together while that hand slid up and down his side with thighs pressed tightly to his waist. Fingers toying with his hair and tugging on the lock sharply then twirling it around those fingers while his other hand moved on his side.
Clumsy. It was rather sweet having his husband touch him this way as their hips moved together and he inhaled that faint scent of alcohol radiating off of his husband. He sighed out through his nose when he felt Shouta squirm again before his hand slid up his side then reaching up to grab his upper arm. Kneading gently at it with his hand moving in a slide up to his shoulder as their lips moved together. Slow, passionate kisses that had his stomach fluttering excitedly as they twisted together.
The faint scent of his husband's cologne was like an undercurrent to the alcohol he could smell on him but it was a rather nice combination if he was honest with himself. He was just glad that Shouta wasn't getting blackout drunk on him. It was the one request he had when they'd been planning this out over the past two days. He'd requested that Shouta not get blackout drunk and the black-haired man had agreed to it.
He knew his husband was toeing the line but he'd stopped a little bit ago. He just had to be thankful that his husband agreed to that request of his. He slid his hand along his husband's thigh before curving it up caress his waist. Rubbing his thumb into the sharp dip of his hip which had the black-haired man squirming again beneath him. Hips pressing up tightly against him when he squeezed his husband gently as he then slid his hand up to caress his side as his heart skipped wildly against his chest.
With a slight shift, he began to move his hips faster; rocking in a tighter movement and his husband, albeit a bit clumsy, quickly followed suit. Following along with him without breathing so much as a word to him. Both moving in tandem together as he slid his hand along Shouta's side gently before reaching down between them to gently rub over his stomach. It was bloated; the poor man must be uncomfortable. Enough so that he'd admitted freely to being a bit nauseous.
Whether it was the alcohol making his brain foggy or his tongue looser, he had not a clue but he was going to fuss. He was going to worry over this man. Rubbing gently at his husband's stomach, fingers curling in just enough to get the man wheezing in a breath, their lips moved together with Shouta's speeding up slightly. A change from their slow speed that he moved along with without thinking twice about it.
If he could change it up then Shouta was certainly within his rights to change it up too. He moved his lips faster against those full, plush ones delightedly as he felt them melting against his own again. Shaping and curving to fit against his own for the perfect fit that had him humming out delightedly as he rubbed gently at his husband's stomach. Lips slid against his with that passion that had heat flashing over his skin again with a rush that had his stomach dropping.
An icy, dropping hit to his stomach when he got a soft, quiet moan from the black-haired man when he rolled his fingers gently into his stomach. Rocking their hips together quickly, the black-haired man squirmed and shifted with his chest brushing against his own with hands holding onto him as fingers tugged at his hair. Playing with it before that hand came up to slip beneath his hair to squeeze the nape of his neck.
Fingers rolling in clumsy rubs but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit as he kissed the black-haired man delightedly. Laid out on the bed, it was much better to press himself down gently against his husband who rubbed his thighs against his waist. His husband had much more room to spread out than he did on the couch and to top it off, he wouldn't have to puke in a bucket. That had been one of Shouta's worries; that he shouldn't have to deal with the clean-up that came with it.
Shouta had said he'd rather be close to a bathroom just on the off chance that he had to puke and he'd rather flush it away than having him throw away or dump out the bucket. He appreciated his husband being so sweet in worrying about him that way but he was fine with it. Bodily functions like throwing up or the runs really didn't disgust him; he'd had three younger siblings growing up. He was used to it. And so he promised clean up, should there be an accident, wouldn't bother him. Shouta abhorred the thought.
Humming quietly to himself, he slid his lips against those full ones as his husband squeezed at the nape of his neck gently with fingers rolling into the muscles. It felt nice. It sent shivers down his back as he shuddered with his hand pressing gently into his husband's bloated belly which felt a bit tense beneath his hand but the black-haired man didn't pull away. He didn't reprimand him or anything of the sort but rather focused on moving his hips with his own. On kissing him.
He just hoped his husband would speak up if it was too much for him. He knew how quickly that nausea could build up when drinking. Rocking his hips down against Shouta tightly in that side to side motion that the black-haired man kept up with effortlessly with hands squeezing at him. Holding onto the nape of his neck and his shoulder with nails scratching gently at him. A drag that had his skin absolutely tingling in response to that touch.
God, his husband may be drunk but he knew just the perfect way to touch him to get him tingling. To get him arching into his arms as the black-haired man held onto him. He could only imagine how disorienting it was with a swaying, drunken mind. There's nothing he wants more than to make sure that this went alright for his husband. That they, in a twisted way, could have the smallest bit of fun with this. It was impossible, of course, because who had fun puking? Who enjoyed that?
He wasn't sure it would be him but then again, he never thought he'd be into omorashi the way that he was. These challenges really let him learn more about his husband and let his husband learn more about him. To learn more about himself. Kissing his husband with that passion, his lips moving quickly, he listened to the light smack that rang out in response as their lips moved together. Kisses that were absolutely amazing to dissolve into. Something that was returned to him without a second thought.
His husband was squirming slightly beneath him as if he couldn't hold himself still. As if he were too excited about this somehow and it had him letting out a sharp breath through his nose at the excitement in his own chest. He wasn't excited about the vomiting, that much he knew, but rather about the reactions in his husband. The black-haired man slid his hand along his shoulder in a gentle caress before scratching at it and the nape of his neck gently like he had seconds ago.
It had him absolutely melting into the black-haired man as he kneaded at his stomach gently with soothing circles before sliding his hand over his bloated belly to his waist. Caressing the curve of it gently, delightedly, with the black-haired man squirming beneath him with hips rocking quickly with his when they gave a playful grind upwards. Grinding against him delightfully with thighs rubbing against his waist restlessly when he gave a grind back against his husband who let out a soft moan.
A spark ran through him at that soft sound as he ground his hips down again with a cautiousness. It caused more pressure, that much he knew, and he didn't want his husband to be in discomfort. He ground himself down against the black-haired man who exhaled sharply through his nose but didn't make any moves to pull away. To stop this. He instead ground up against him with tight, small circles that had his toes curling as he moved with his husband.
His heart was jumping in his chest as his stomach fluttered with the excitement that was twisting into him ruthlessly. His husband squirmed and arched up beneath him with hips grinding up against him as he slid his hand along his waist. Leaning into the bed on his other, he wished he could touch his husband properly. Moving his hips in those tight circles, he made sure not to push too much pressure on his husband.
He slid his hand up Shouta's side where he kneaded gently at him with the black-haired man kneading at the nape of his neck. At his shoulder. Hands massaging at him comfortingly with lips sliding against his with a fervent passion that he'd recognize anywhere. He moved his lips against his husband's with slides that had him melting as their hips moved to grind against one another. He shuddered at the friction of that grinding as he kissed his husband delightedly. Eagerly.
Holding himself down as close as he possibly could to keep from overwhelming his husband who twisted and squirmed restlessly beneath him. The two of them twisted as close together as they could possibly get with hands holding onto his shoulder. The hand on the nape of his neck slid up to sink into his hair where that hand pressed lightly against the back of his head. Pulling him impossibly close with the light pull encouraging him to kiss the black-haired man harder.
Faster. There was nothing he adored more than being able to kiss his husband like this. Kissing him harder with lips moving faster against his own with that sharp smack ringing out. Breaking up the quiet whisper of their moving lips as his glasses slipped down his nose slightly. He slid his hand along Shouta's side to curved forward between their stomachs to gently knead at his stomach gently.
Comfortingly. Making sure not to press down too hard on that bloated belly of his and he kneaded gently at the black-haired man. Rolling circles into him with the man whining up at him shrilly at his touch but he merely hummed back softly. He'd do anything to make this easier for his husband. He'd do anything to make sure that his husband was as comfortable as he could be when it came to doing something like this.
He felt bad thinking that his husband could possibly be puking more than once tonight from all that he'd drank and he didn't want his husband to suffer. He didn't want him to be alone during this. He was going to take care of his husband throughout the night to make sure that he was alright. He twisted himself against the man gently with his fingers rolling into his husband's stomach gently. Digging his fingers in just as deep as he dared to do with his husband whining at him again.
Lips slid against his fervently. Passionately. A desire to the way those lips slid against his own had him utterly melting as he kissed his husband with all the desire he could muster. The passion. Lust. Heat flashed over his skin again before sinking down beneath the surface of it like a slow building pressure. Heat swelling under his skin curiously while that desire twisted through him to grip his bones in a stranglehold.
It had him exhaling shakily before sucking in another trembling breath as he ground himself against his husband who arched into his arms. Letting out a shaky breath of his own that fanned over his cheek when he parted his lips against Shouta's. Using the tip of his tongue to trace his lower lip lightly, playfully, before tracing his top lip lightly then giving a playful flick. He could taste the alcohol on his lips; it was faint but he knew that his mouth would taste stronger of it.
He was prepared for that. Lapping his tongue gently across Shouta's lips, the black-haired man opened his mouth up with a whimper when he dipped his tongue into his mouth. Feeling Shouta's moving quickly to meet his as the tips touches before they were sliding against one another with a slick slide. The tip of Shouta's tongue touching then prodding at his piercing just like he always did when they shared in kisses like these.
Flicking, nudging, swirling around his piercing while he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's firmly. Tracing the roof of his mouth with his tongue as he licked at him gently with Shouta toying with his piercing. Their lips pressed firmly together as he continued rolling circles into Shouta's stomach to help with the discomfort and bloating. His husband always requested belly rubs in the morning after a night of drinking; always claiming that it made him feel better.
He rolled his fingers into his husband's stomach which had the man whimpering up at him as their tongues then slid together again as he flicked his tongue at the roof of Shouta's mouth. Rubbing his tongue to his slickly which got him rubs back as their tongues twisted together with lips pressing fervently to his own with shaking breaths fanning over his cheek. Hands holding onto his shoulder and hair tightly when that hand then slid down towards his side where nails dragged down it.
It had him arching with a hissing inhale as his hips bucked instinctively against his husband who let out another of those soft moans into the kiss. Squirming beneath him slightly when nails dragged over his side again with thighs rubbing against his waist restlessly. It had him bucking against his husband again with a spark racing up his back. Shouta's nails dragged down his side before reaching towards his back.
Nails dragged over his lower back sending shivers up it as his husband then reached down to grab at his ass. A tight, hard squeeze being given that had him moaning at his husband enthusiastically at the hard squeeze of that big hand on his ass. Fuck, there's nothing he loves more than being able to touch this man and having him touch back. Shouta palmed at his ass much like how he had in the living room. Squeezing, squishing, and kneading at his ass.
Fingers digging into him just enough as the black-haired man gave another soft moan that had his stomach fluttering wildly just to catch. God, it had him nearly sick from the fluttering drops of his stomach. The icy stabs of excitement that left him gasping in with his hand sliding along his husband's stomach with his gentle rubs. He slid his fingers over his navel then reached down to trace his happy trail gently downwards. He then flicked his fingers at the waistband of his sweats.
Tugging at then playfully just enough to let it slip back into place as he slid his hand up to rub at his husband who moaned at him with hands tightening on him. Then the hand on his shoulder dropped down to grab at his left cheek where it began to knead and squeeze much like his other hand. Squeezing, fondling, rubbing. His husband was squeezing at his ass with such strength that it had his hips bucking in another thrust against the man who let out a louder moan.
It had him groaning under his breath as his dick gave a volley of twitches that had his thighs trembling as they pressed together. That ache in his lower stomach twisting to life as it spread down to his crotch. A building pressure in his lower stomach that had him groaning out again louder at his husband when he got a hard squeeze to his ass. God, he never saw anything good about it but his husband was squeezing and holding onto him like there was more to it than there really was.
Fondling him with all the devoutness of a man in love with his ass even if it was flat and small. The black-haired man seemed more than delighted to knead and squeeze at his ass. Palming at him. Rubbing over his ass again and again with fingers pressing into him fiercely when he was given another hard squeeze that had him bucking with a moan in his throat tearing out of him. It had his husband's hips thrusting up against him in a hit that had him shuddering.
His husband's back arched from the bed. His heart jumping when he felt his husband squirm again with hands palming at his ass shamelessly. Pulling his lower half closer to Shouta's to which he pressed himself tightly against the black-haired man in response as he ground down in tight circles. Something he mimicked gently with his hand into his husband's stomach which tensed briefly beneath it before relaxing again.
There was something absolutely amazing about his husband being so willing to do this with him. To give him something to get them through the list of theirs. His husband hadn't said a word about how disgusting a choice like this had to be and he appreciated his husband more than anything for not saying it. For not shaming him. It was unbelievably nice being able to go to his husband and know that he won't be judged by the man for something.
After all, he'd never judge Shouta for something he wanted, now, would he? He loved this man so damn much. Loves him more than anything. Sliding his tongue passionately, fervently, with his husband's with that quiet, wet sound ringing out as he kissed him hard. Quick. He was kissed in a similar manner as their hips ground together to which his dick gave another volley of twitches.
Twitching rapidly with his thighs rubbing together slightly when he felt Shouta's thighs rubbing against his waist. Squirming beneath him with a whimper tearing out of the man as he rolled his fingers into his stomach gently. He wanted nothing more than to provide his husband with a bit of comfort, a bit of relaxation, before he did what he was about to do. That's all he ever wanted; was for his husband to be comfortable when they did things together.
To be confident they knew how this would go and how it would end. He rubbed his husband's stomach with the black-haired man whimpering at him again as his thighs squirmed against his waist with their hips grinding tightly together in circles that had his feet squirming. His toes curling tightly from the sparks it sent racing up his back when he felt the hand on the back of his head pulling on him. As if, somehow, Shouta wanted him to kiss harder to Shouta's.
He slid his tongue against Shouta's again; twisting, tangling, rubbing. He undulated his tongue upwards then rubbed the bottom of his tongue over the top of his husband's tongue; knowing that the rub of his bottom ball against it drove his husband up the wall. He happily rubbed the bottom ball against the top of his husband's tongue who moaned out at him with fingers clutching at his hair as nails dragged over his scalp. God if that didn't have his back arching.
If it didn't have him absolutely writhing above his husband as he ground down in tight circles that had his dick twitching wildly with a wet drop hitting his boxers. It was so insubstantial but the fact he felt it meant everything. Grinding against his husband fervently in circles that the man mimicked and followed along with him. His husband squeezed his ass fiercely which had his back arching with a moan spilling out of him in response as fingers tugged sharply at his hair.
Holding onto him as they twisted and squirmed together with his fingers rolling into Shouta's stomach. His hips grinding fervently against him. The black-haired man let out another moan at him with nails dragging over the fabric of his pants and it left slow, throbbing lines behind on his ass. It had him moaning delightedly at the black-haired man who squirmed beneath him with thighs rubbing his waist.
A groan slipping out of the man that had his dick twitching in a volley once again at the sound as he rolled his hips down in tight circles against his husband. Delighting in the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach in response as he slid his hand away from Shouta's stomach to slide his hand down to his waist. Curling his fingers teasingly into the waistband of his pants with the black-haired man whining when he began to play with it.
Tugging it away then letting it flip back into place with his heart jumping in his chest wildly as he flicked at the waistband. Letting his husband squirm beneath him with a pleading whimper as his tongue slid against his; letting Shouta undulate his tongue up and slide against his. He happily rubbed his tongue to Shouta's as he swirled his tongue with his husband's which was returned to him before they broke away with trembling gasps being taken.
He felt something wet flutter down to his chin as he ground his hips down in tight circles against his husband who moaned. And then he was leaning back down to press his damp lips to Shouta's in slick, hard kisses that rang out with a sharp smack that had the black-haired moaning again. He gave a groan back to the black-haired man. He clutched Shouta impossibly close to him as he squirmed eagerly above the man who arched up into his arms.
Hips thrusting against him in a hit that had him moaning at his husband. Thrusting back when he began to move his hips from those tight, grinding circles into a back and forth slide against the man. Sliding against his husband who moaned at him in response as he snapped his hips back and forth to rub himself against Shouta who continued to grind up against him. His heart jumped into his throat with his hair tickling his feverish skin; getting hotter, hotter, hotter.
His dick twitched in a volley with his toes curling tightly when he felt another wet drop hit his boxers. Soaking into the spot as he rubbed himself back and forth, back and forth, against his husband who squirmed beneath him with a keening moan spilling out of the man in response as hands tugged on his ass. Pulling him forward faster and faster with hands tightening on his ass fiercely with a squeeze that had him shuddering. God, those hands were squeezing his ass something fierce.
It had his feet wiggling slightly as his knees dug into the bed fervently as he slid his hand along his husband's thigh. Caressing and squeezing. Holding. His stomach was fluttering and dropping wildly with his breaths coming in hitches and small gasps as he kissed his husband fervently. Passionately. Hard kisses that rang out with a deafening smack of their moving lips when hands gave another hard squeeze to his ass.
Kneading and palming at him with the black-haired man beneath him moaning out so prettily. As if his husband was getting turned on himself in that hazy mind of his. It had him shuddering with his hand squeezing fiercely at his husband's ass when the black-haired man squirmed beneath him before sucking in a sharp breath through his nose. And then hands were pushing at his shoulders to get him to break away from those passionate kisses.
He was shoved at harder which, honestly, he hadn't been expecting when he was flying off of his husband who was scrambling up. A half choked apology gasped out of his husband who crawled off the bed only to stumble on his feet when his knee nearly gave out. He crawled quickly to the end of the bed but his husband was running fast around the large bed with a hand clapped to his mouth as he rushed around the bed on shaking legs. Was this it? Was this happening right now?
He didn't know how to react to something happening right that second. He was left in shock that it was happening so soon but he knew he didn't have any other choice than to be there. He slid off the edge, jumping to his feet as he ran around the bed after his husband who stumbled into the bathroom. He sprinted to the bathroom where he flicked the light on as Shouta fell to his knees and threw the toilet seat up with a deafening slam that had him wincing but it didn't matter.
Nothing did as he ran forward to twist his hands into Shouta's hair to hold it away from his face the best that he could as the black-haired man gagged. And then he was vomiting; oh, it was absolutely awful to listen to the wet splash of the vomit hitting the toilet water. His husband curled forward with hands holding onto the toilet bowl as his back trembled and tensed. He was puking so damn hard that his back was tensing, shaking.
Gathering his hair with one hand and placed the other on his husband's back as he retched. Gagged. Heaved. It was awful. He ignored the smell the best he could as his husband retched into the toilet. It was like a never-ending torrent leaving his husband with the wet splashes of his vomit hitting the toilet water. The coughs, the gags, the retching heaves of his husband's body was absolutely not arousing. Not in the slightest bit.
In fact, he felt awful he'd asked for this to begin with; now that his arousal had dissipated there was no getting it back. Not when he felt so awful for his husband who seemed to be vomiting in a never-ending torrent. He rubbed his husband's back with a gentle click of his tongue as the black-haired man heaved. And then the splashing came to a break as his husband gasped in a breath. Struggling to breathe when he reached up to flush the toilet for his husband who moaned at him weakly.
Clicking his tongue, he rubbed his husband's back while the water swirled down when he noted the shake to his husband's hands. His head lifted up to look at him which damn near broke his heart; his husband had vomit on his chin, his nose was gushing, and he had tears in his eyes. Tears that clung to black lashes before dripping down his cheeks. His cheeks were read from the force of vomiting with lips parted with heaving breaths taken.
He reached out to grab at the toilet paper which he unrolled and then tore off at the end before lifting it up to wipe at his husband's lip and chin. Cleaning it up then tossing it into the toilet before grabbing another small wad of toilet paper which he used to wipe his husband's nose and top lip gently then held the tissue to his nose for him to blow. His husband blew weakly into the tissue that he then tossed into the toilet as well.
He rubbed his husband's back when the black-haired man was tensing up again with a whimper in his throat. A foreboding sound that had him rolling circles into his husband's back when the man leaned over the bowl again. And he was heaving, retching, and gagging. The wet splash ringing out in the quiet room together with his knees digging into the floor as his poor husband vomited. He didn't understand the arousal to this. He didn't get it.
And he had to admit, he was glad that he didn't mind not having this particular kink. He was happy. But he felt so, so awful for his husband who only went through this so he could figure out if he had this kink or not. He hated that he could walk away saying he didn't like it but his husband had to suffer just for him to find out. He rubbed his husband's trembling, tensing back gently with muscles flexing under his hand from the force of his vomiting.
Coughing, hacking, so hard that he was gagging over and over with the black-haired man clinging to the toilet bowl. He made sure that his husband's hair stayed out of his clammy face. Holding onto the locks fervently while he rubbed his hand up and down his back gently, soothingly, when the second wave seemed to come to an end. It was this end that had his husband heaving for breaths of air with his back lifting up and down beneath his hand with those large breaths.
Gasping for air as he reached up to grab some more toilet paper when his husband raised his head up for him. Wobbling on his knees with his hands clutching at the bowl, he wiped his husband's mouth and chin clear again. Tossing it into the toilet then grabbing a little more toilet paper to wipe his nose then his eyes as tears dripped down his cheeks to his chin. Dripping off on to the bowl of the toilet.
His husband whimpered hoarsely at him as he gently wipes his face clean with gentle, quiet croons to him. Tossing the wad into the toilet, he flushed it again then rubbed his husband's back again. He didn't understand the arousal to this but he was at least thankful that he'd found out very fast that he didn't have this kink. Didn't have this interest. He'd been somewhat terrified that he did have emetophilia as a kink but the reality of this? The pity he felt? The guilt?
Well, how could he ever get hard or aroused from that? It was hard to find anything about this to be hot when he was wiping his husband's tears away and rubbing his back gently to comfort him. Shouta swayed on his knees before turning slightly towards him to which he slid his hand from his husband's hair. Opened his arms up to the black-haired man who leaned forward. His head coming to a rest on his shoulder with his face burying itself into his throat.
With a soft hum, he curled his arms tightly around his husband. Holding him close to his chest where the black-haired man slumped into it. He held him tightly with his hands sliding up and down his husband's back comfortingly with a soft croon as he began to rock them gently back and forth. His husband's arms curled around him limply with a soft whimper leaving the black-haired man as he shifted to sit on the floor with his legs crossing together.
He tugged Shouta onto his lap with the black-haired man curling up into his arms just like he always did when he was sick. When he was vomiting. Or when he needed comfort from him. Swaying gently side to side, rocking his husband in his arms, he slid his hands up and down his back comfortingly before lifting a hand up to slide over his husband's messy curls. He stroked his hair gently, comfortingly as he could as he combed his fingers through the curls he so adored.
Tightening his arm around the black-haired man who tightened his arms around him as his face buried itself into his throat. He didn't care that his husband puked not once but twice. He didn't care if his breath smelled like vomit. He didn't care if his face was damp from his tears. All that mattered was giving his husband the comfort that he needed from him. All that mattered was making sure that his husband was given what he needed from him at this moment.
And what he needed was some kind of comfort. Shouta always cried when he vomited; it was an involuntary thing but he always teared up. And it broke his heart every time to see his husband crying while he vomited. This was no different. Holding his husband tightly to his chest, he crooned softly down at the black-haired man as he continued to rock him gently back and forth. There was a sniffle from his husband who held onto him with a whimper in his throat leaving him again.
It didn't matter that they did this to see if it would be sexy. If they'd been making out mere minutes before this. He didn't want to continue if it meant that somehow, someway, his husband suffered because of it. Puking not once but twice would take its toll on anyone and he feared that his husband wasn't close to being done. He smoothed his hand over those black curls that did their best to wrap around his fingers. He pulled his hand away gently again and again to stroke those wild curls.
He kept up his gently humming to his husband who was sniffling as he pressed his face into his throat as they rocked gently back and forth together. He was strangely more than content to never understand how people found this hot. How they found this to be a turn on. How could anyone watch their partner vomit like that and then get turned on from it? He supposed that it was the thought process his husband must've had with his interest in omorashi.
He squeezed the man to his chest gently with his hand sliding up and down the black-haired man's back gently with arms tightening around him. Squeezing him as his husband let out a shuddering breath before nuzzling his throat as he held him tightly. His other hand smoothing over those black curls adoringly when he felt his husband shifting slightly. Twisting into his hold with his fingers touching his hair before curling strands around his trembling fingers. He didn't mind it in the slightest bit.
Kissing the top of his husband's head again and again, he nuzzled his face into those black curls like he had on the couch. He kissed at his husband with the hope of providing him the proper comfort that he needed after vomiting like that. His husband often shook off the affection but he never rejected it. In his drunken state he knew it was imperative now more than ever to give his husband the affection that he deserved. That he needed after vomiting so violently.
Smoothing his hand over his husband's hair again, he kissed the top of his head with lips pressing softly to his throat in response. He squeezed his husband close to him; hugging him to his chest like he was a treasured plushie that he couldn't think of going without. He didn't care if this was "ruined". There was no ruining a damn thing. His husband had tried, had given him what he wanted, and he simply didn't remain turned on because of it.
There was nothing wrong with that and he'd make sure to say that very thing to his husband when he had the strength to question him. For now, they rocked gently from side to side with his husband twirling a lock of his hair around his fingers. The silence in the bathroom was utterly deafening; it weighed on his hearing aids in the form of a light buzz but he was able to think around it. He counted the slow breaths taken by himself then compared them to the trembling breaths of his husband.
Waiting for a hitch in his breathing. Waiting for a gasp of air to be taken. For something to signal a third wave was coming as he rocked his husband gently side to side. He knew it might not be the best thing given he was nauseous but the black-haired man wasn't complaining to him. He'd do whatever it took to make sure that his husband was going to be alright. To give him all the comfort in the world that he needed and wanted from him in the moment.
He slid his hand over his husband's hair as he let out a trembling breath of his own as he nuzzled the top of his husband's head. Shouta had gone above and beyond for him tonight. He'd been more than accommodating when it came to trying something like this. He knew anyone else would balk or turn their nose up to such a request but Shouta had been more than willing to go through it for him.
Shouta did beautifully for him, had held it long as he could, and that was all he could've ever asked of the black-haired man. And then fingers were tugging at his hair as his husband took a trembling breath then let it out slowly. He hummed softly at the black-haired man as he ran his hand over those curls again. Sliding his hand down his back to rub gently at him when there was a shift in his lap. Shouta was squirming slightly with another of those trembling inhales being taken.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Zashi." His husband whispered into his neck with arms tightening around him when he squeezed Shouta to his chest. Tightening his own arms around the black-haired man who paused for a moment before clearing his throat gently when he pulled his head away from his shoulder to look up at him with those shimmering, wet eyes of his. "I di-didn't think it'd creep up so fast, you know? That I'd be-be puking my guts out! I thought I could-could wait until you got hard at least!"
"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, baby, you know that? You went above and beyond for me in ways that matter! And you doing this is more than enough for me, you hear me? You did beautifully!" He kissed his husband's forehead then with the black-haired man whining softly at him when he pulled away to smile softly at him. "You were perfect for me but you can't control that! When you gotta puke you gotta puke and there's no stopping it! Just like any other bodily function! But, baby, I wouldn't have stayed hard."
"You wouldn't have?" Shouta's lashes fluttered, starred together from the wetness, when the drunk man then reached up to touch his cheek. As if he were awed at his little confession when fingers trailed along his jaw then with black brows squeezing together slightly as lips pressed together. As if he were somehow displeased by something when his head tilted slightly. "But I thought you-you wanted to see if you liked it or not. Did I do something wrong? Was it because I didn't wait longer? Or cause you couldn't see?"
He squeezed the man impossibly close with his hand sliding along his back and his hair. He then chuckled gently before shifting his weight slightly as he tightened his curled legs slightly with Shouta fidgeting in his lap. "No, baby, you didn't do a thing wrong, you know that? Seeing you throw up has never turned me on and it didn't now. You didn't do a thing wrong for me, baby, and I appreciate it more than anything. I was worried it'd be different this time but it's not and there's no shame in that. You did your best for me."
"Then you don't have the-the kink? The emeto-whatever?" His husband question with fingers tracing his jaw gently with those wet eyes on him. God, his husband was so beautiful. And yet he couldn't think of kissing him when he'd just been puking his guts out not once but twice. Puked so hard that he feared he'd pop blood vessels in his eyes but he hadn't. Shouta's fingers trembled against his jaw when he slid his arm from around him to catch that hand gently.
"No, I don't think I have the kink, baby! And honestly, I'm glad I don't! So, we can cross this one off and leave it here, yeah?" Shouta blinked at him before nodding with that hand lifting up to tuck his hair behind his ear when he leaned in to kiss his husband's forehead. He then pulled back to nuzzle their noses together with his husband nuzzling back gently before they broke away. "Now, how about you brush your teeth and we can go watch something on Netflix, yeah? Relax for the night? How does that sound to you?"
His husband stared at him silently for a moment before looking down at his lap intently. As if he were trying to figure out just what he wanted. Trying to find a lie in what he had said to him but there was no lie. His husband had done his best for him and that's all that mattered to him. All that he appreciated. Then those mismatched rose up with his husband's lips parting slightly before he nodded gently. "I think I'd like that a lot. You're sure that you're fine not having sex tonight? You know, because of my nausea and throwing up?"
"I'm perfectly fine not having sex tonight, baby, you know that! Your comfort is my top priority and if sex is too vigorous for you then we're not going to have it, okay? I will never expect more from you when you can't give more, baby!" He then squeezed his husband's hand gently as he weaved his fingers together with Shouta's. "Besides, I'm more than happy to look after you for the rest of the night! And I'll be sure to make sure that you're okay in the morning too, baby! I promise."
He smiled at his husband as he squeezed his hand again gently with his thumb moving against Shouta's. Then the black-haired man gave a soft smile back before leaning his head down to rest it on his shoulder again with the warmth of his breaths fanning over his throat as his head tucked up beneath his chin. He happily nuzzled his cheek to the top of his husband's head gently as he tightened his arm around him. "Can we do that in-in a minute? I feel a lil' weak an-and I need a minute before standing up. 's that okay?"
"That's more than okay, baby! We'll go at your pace tonight! No rush or anything of the sort so you take your time, yeah?" He kissed his husband's head which got him a tight nod back from the black-haired man as he squeezed him to his chest gently again which got him a squeeze back from his husband who cuddled into his hold. He'd stay here as long as it took for his husband to get up. He was prepared to sit here all night long if that's was what is necessary. Whatever his husband needed he'd give it back tenfold.