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!

3. Show Me The Span!

The wind howling quietly with snow attacking the window.

The quiet music playing on his phone filling the quiet of the bedroom.

The red, glowing numbers of the alarm clock glowing a brilliant ten fifty-five.

Hizashi was far from a night owl. Not in the way that his husband, Shouta, was but he did enjoy the late nights that they spent together. If anything, there was something rather charming about staying up late in the living room with his husband curled into his chest as they shared snacks back and forth together. Doing so until someone got tired and quite a bit loopy. Only then did someone get dragged to the bedroom where they got ready for bed together. His husband was a bit of an insomniac and he'd known that for years.

That he had medications to go to sleep easier at night, but the black-haired man had said in the past that he didn't like to take them. That they made him heavy. Groggy. And Shouta claimed he wanted to be on alert in case something was to happen, but he saw no need for it. However, he knew that he couldn't force his husband to take his medications. Only that he wants him too and with some pleading, some coaxing, his husband would take his medication. He couldn't deny that he'd had his own restless nights.

Nights where sleep simply wouldn't come for him. Some nights when he was away watching his husband's sleeping face before squirming out of bed to the dining room with his laptop. Doing his best to get some grading done, answer emails, and work out meetings with his radio station team until his husband was shuffling out to find him. To coax him back to bed. There was no helping those nights, but he had been, under his husband's coaxing, mentioned the mild sleep problems that cropped up for him.

Nights where he simply couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard he tried. Versus the nights where he willingly let himself stay up past midnight to which he would scrub down the house before crashing. Those nights always had the worst tole on him in the morning when he had to be ready for work first thing. There were days when he felt he was running on fumes and ready to collapse. To remain down when he would sit. Those were the days he was allowed to nap in his husband's sleeping back much to his relief.

However, he wasn't the stranger to their regular late nights. Nights where they went for a drive, and he could safely admire the way the lights were over his husband's face. When they'd stop by a restaurant just to devour their food in the car before heading home. Late nights where they stayed away lying in bed curled up together. With fingers tracing his cheeks. His hands sliding along Shouta's waist as he twisted him impossibly close to him. When there were nights that hands combed through hair gently.

Where they soaked up the warmth of one another beneath the blanket had him shivering. His husband hissing in a breath when his cold feet touched him on accident. Late nights where they sat up at the dining room table where his husband would sit across from him while they both worked on emails. On grading essays written in. Tests. Homework. He was more than happy to spend nights with the quiet click of keys ringing out or the soft scratch of pen over paper. TO have the feel of Shouta's feet pressing against his lightly beneath the table.

There was always something about late nights with Shouta that allowed him to appreciate the man even more than he already did. Something about lying together, both unable to sleep, as he admired his husband's beauty. When he got to caress cheeks until they were turning pink. When he had his hearing aids in and the only sound in the darkness being that of their own breathing, rustling blankets, and fingertips over cheeks. When they were talking quietly together with the blanket keeping that heat under it.

Chasing away that chill that helped lull him towards sleep with his own lullabies he crooned to Shouta. Since bringing it up with his doctor, however, he had been given a rather mild sedative to help him sleep on those late nights. As a child he'd taken sleeping medication, Benadryl, to help him sleep. Something that had long since stopped working for him, but this new medicine given to him by the doctor? Oh, he swore he'd never woken up more refreshed in all of his damn life. He'd never been more awake.

He felt like he was sleeping properly with the aid of his medication, but God knows he doesn't mind the few nights where the insomnia kept him awake with Shouta. When he got to admire that face in the darkness of their bedroom. To be so close they shared the same pillow together allowing him to see that face somewhat clearly with his closeness. There was something about being up at night with his husband that he adored. That touched his heart. But there was nothing he adored more than their few quiet moments together.

To do something as he pleased with Shouta without the fear that he might be called away. That Yagi might call and have Shouta leave to the dorms in the time he was home. He always felt reluctant, frantic, to get one last departing touch from his husband. To have those full lips pressed to his once more before he left. There's nothing he wanted than for Shouta to stay in his arms for hours at a time. There was nothing he wanted more than to hold the black-haired man close beneath the blankets.

To kiss that pink face until it was deepening into that soft red blush that he adored. He wants nothing more than to shower this man with all the love and attention he deserved. To preserve their time together for as long as he possibly could. If anything, Shouta seemed to share the emotion that always came so much easier at night. When phones were under the threat of buzzing, but they always got their time at least. And he was grateful to spend his nights and days with his husband unbothered.

If anything, he'd dare say they could be busier together at night than they were during the day. This, he knew, was due to the number of naps that they both took in the afternoon together after working his hair down. He could spend all afternoon long napping with his husband, but someone had to be awake for when Eri came home. Their sleep schedules, most weeks, were hot garbage with both staying up later than they should. Staying up just for the sake to caress cheeks or playing with hair absent mindedly.

To curl up on the couch with his side pressing into the arm rest from the push of Shouta cuddled up to his side. It was a horrible habit to stay up but both adored spending their time together at night when there were no barriers. No children to tear them apart from one another. It may be wrong, but God knows that their quiet moments together were everything to him. They were all he needed to get through the weeks so far. However, he can't deny there was a crackling electricity bouncing between them.

Something that had kick started when Shouta came to him with that list of his that he was taking much delight in. If anything, he'd been over the moon when his husband came to him with the request of their final challenge. He'd taken great joy in letting Shouta write down his ideas on half the list before handing it off to him for him to fill the remaining bit of the list. And he'd been delighted to write down ideas of his own that had him truly scraping the bottom of the barrel for things they hadn't done together.

For ideas that didn't step over what they had already done together in the past two challenges of theirs. It was really pushing him to be creative, for him to rack his brain for things. He'd even gone so far as to open his private browser and search up ideas off of lists that he used to write down on the paper that they hadn't done. New things and new ideas that had him all too excited to reach those points in their challenge. He'd filled out the paper then handed it off to Shouta who gained a sparkle to his gaze before folding it up.

Slipping it into the pillow case as they usually did. There was a contagious excitement between the both of them now that they had two options under their belt. He couldn't get enough of those dark eyes sparkling at him. The idea that he was giving some type of joy by agreeing to go along with their final challenge together. Shouta had been incredibly affectionate with him; curling up on his lap or curling up to cuddle into his side. Late nights spent fingers trailing over his cheeks or twisting into his hair.

Caressing the edge of his ear as he tucked hair behind it. Mornings with the black-haired man swaying in his arms idly back and forth. Waking in those mornings to have fingers brushing over his cheek idly only for that warm, smitten smile to curl over his husband's lips as he dragged him closer. There was a euphoria that was absolutely undeniable to himself or Shouta. A euphoria that had him all too delighted as he held and nuzzled his husband who accepted then returned that affection without a second thought.

The shared joy that they held for starting a new challenge. The joy in doing something new once again. He couldn't stop himself from swinging Shouta into his arms or being held close at night with a cheek pressed to his. When he'd wake to his husband's rat nest of hair fanning over his face and pillow from their close proximity. There was nothing more fun than starting a new challenge between them. When they got to revel in that delight together. That excitement. Learning something new about one another together.

God knows he was unbearably excited to truly get into their list when he had looked over a few options that his husband had written down. Options that had him looking over the list to make his choice on what he wanted to do. What he wanted to choose for his first turn in this challenge. And so, he took time to look over the list to make a choice on what he wanted to do. Scanning over the list, he couldn't deny that spark of excitement he felt as he looked over the list again and again curiously quite blankly.

He hadn't been thinking of what exactly he wanted when he found himself gawking at an option. Elastophilia. He'd found himself curious enough to begin looking it up on his private browser and he couldn't deny that he'd been fascinated. Elastophilia was a simple one, much to his delight, when he read through the definition. He didn't think he was a person who got aroused by or had a fetish for stretchy materials. God knows he'd been hotter than anything when he came home that afternoon to find his husband in latex.

How the black material shown slickly; how it hugged every damn curve on his husband's body. It squeezed and left nothing to the imagination when he'd been sprawled out on the bed. He didn't think he had a fetish for it given all he'd ever worn was leather. That much he knew he had a kink for but as he read through the definitions, the few articles for it, he couldn't deny that he was interested in trying. He'd been making notes on the topic as a whole on what to look for when he had a moment alone.

He couldn't deny that without Nemuri there helping him pick through spandex suits was odd. To not have her opinion like a compass pointing him in the right places to look. It ached. It ached so very much but he did his best not to think on it while he had been researching into elastophilia. He had a feeling his husband might have a thing for it; for the textures of different fabrics judging how he had reacted last time to the ripping latex suit of his. To have it on with such confidence? To be so excited over it?

With that in mind, he was more than willing to try his hand at wearing different textures if it got his husband off. And hell, who knows? He might just like it. It was one afternoon when his husband was on patrol that he decided to open his private browser to tentatively look at suits. And God, if it didn't have him cackling to himself at how Shouta would react if he walked into the bedroom. If he caught him covered head to toe in a suit. To have his face hidden behind the thin material in the hood most came with.

It had him grinning even as he tried to change his search bar again and again until he found himself staring at a suit that seemed worth it to grab. A crotchless, open chested body suit in a deep black. He'd been intrigued by the design of it, something he liked very much, which had him clicking on the link for the website. Without a bit of hesitation, he'd bought the suit. He'd been bouncing on his feet since he bought it with Shouta questioning why he was so antsy. A sparkle to his gaze when he did so.

He tried to remain vague by explaining that he had gotten by saying he had merely made his choice off of the list. Playful. Light. His husband had gained that playful sparkle to his own gaze as he tried playfully questioning him throughout the week about what he had bought. About what he had chosen off of the list, but he refused to give in to his playful husband. He'd been all too excited with the short shipping time of merely three days. It would be closer to the end of the week, Thursday or Friday.

Something he had not a problem with that. He'd had quickies Friday afternoons with his husband before. If anything, it had him bouncing as he walked with notifications being sent to his email with updates about where his package was. Like adding gasoline on a sparking fire. He'd hardly been able to focus on his teaching half the time due to the notifications he got. And having his husband home all week now was definitely something he was over the moon. With the war over, the black-haired man began to stay home.

His husband didn't feel the need to stay at the dorms three nights out of the week like he had been last year. If anything, most students returned home rather than staying in the dorms. This choice left the dorms in half with a manageable number of students for the other teachers to watch over. It was a welcomed return to having his husband home all week. To keep the black-haired man to himself to cuddle up too throughout the week rather than his need to use that body pillow of his the way he would if he were restless.

If anything, he was grateful he no longer needed it. He had the real deal in his arms at night and he couldn't be happier. And it's with having Shouta home all the damn time that kept him distracted. It was hard to focus when he had a man pushing him up to the counters grabbing at his ass and nuzzling his throat. Kissing playfully at it until he was a blushing, giggling mess under his husband's hands. When he had said man crawling into his lap for him to hold close to his chest like he was a treasured plushie.

To kiss at that scarred, stubbly cheeked face delightedly until it was turning pink, and his husband grinned like a damn fool. It was easy to forget about his package when he returned home. To forget about everything outside of his husband who chuckled in the way he would giggle. A low, throaty sound that always had him giggling in response at that contagious laugh of Shouta's. It wasn't until Thursday night with Shouta cuddled into his back that he got the notification that his package would arrive on Friday.

That it would be delivered between one-fifteen to four-fifteen o'clock. An email that kept him keyed up that night until he was forced to take his own sleeping medication the closer it got to midnight and the more restless, he became. And he'd woken this morning to his husband's snoring rumbling into his upper back. He had not a doubt that his pillow was wet from his shameless drooling during the night. He'd of course gotten out of bed first to get a head start on getting ready. To get them started before his family woke.

Wiggling into his leather pants, brushing his teeth and going about his lip and skin care to face the cold air outside. To get breakfast started, coffee on, and lunches on the counter with hot drinks in thermos' to keep them warm throughout the day. It wasn't until he was getting breakfast dishes laid out on the table that his husband joined him. Curling arms around his waist as they swayed idly with Shouta's face pressed into his shoulder. A feeling that had him melting when he'd let himself be swayed by his husband.

An easy back and forth until the coffee was done filling the pot and the black-haired man went for his cup of coffee. Activating then filling his thermos full of it as he prepared his coffee. And then Hitoshi, as if summoned by the gurgling coffee pot, came trudging down. Whining when he'd fussed over the swelling and redness of his son's eyebrow piercing that he'd gotten the past weekend. After breakfast, dressing, and handing out lunches before the four of them were flying out of the house together.

But he'd been all too restless when it came to waiting. Watching the tracker the website provided around lunch time to see if the time had changed to which Shouta had once again tried to get out of him what was in the package. Refusing to tell his husband about it only that he'd have something good to come home too after his patrol this afternoon. It had dark eyes sparkling at him when they'd begun packing up and his husband said goodbye to him in the parking lot. Doing his best to try and get it out of him.

Playfully trailing kisses along his jaw once they were out of sight to which he playfully repeated his words from their lunch. That he'd have something good to come home too. Standing before the bed, his fingers traced along the towel he had wrapped around his waist and hips. His hair resting down his back in a heavy curtain that took a painful fifteen minutes to get perfectly dry. From there he'd brushed into a sleek, straight curtain down his back. And now he stood before the bed with his heart skipping.

His nipples perked up with that light tingle to them that had his stomach fluttering wildly at him. As if he were aroused yet hadn't come to that realization yet. It was an odd sensation that had him fidgeting with his weight shifting from foot to foot as he looked down at the spandex suit in all of its glory. When looking at it online, it had looked absolutely stunning; with three distinctive holes in the suit. One exposing his ass, the other on the chest to expos it, and the lack of a crotch. Laying out on the bed next to it was his treasured thong.

A golden, leopard print thing that he had worn proudly in the past for his husband. It was a deal that he found to go with his pair of boxers with the same design on them. Taking a breath, his gaze flicked to his phone where soft music was playing through the speakers. Something he set up before he jumped into the bath to smother himself in the familiar lavender and sandalwood bath. He wanted to be clean and smell good when his husband came home. To be ready for his husband when he got there.

He plucked his phone up as he nudged his glasses up, fog clinging to the edges of them like a soft ring, as he glanced over his messages. There was one from his husband that explained he'd be home soon as he could. No time window. No pin pointed time. Just that he'd be home soon. It was ten fifty-five going on ten fifty-six. When would the man be home? He had called off of work after the weather report went out for them to watch for black ice. And after watching a car skid on his road? Well, he decided to call in.

To cancel his show for the night when his office gave him the option of making a set up at his home. With tech from them so he could always run his show from home on nights he called out. And he couldn't deny that it was a smart idea. One he wouldn't mind one bit looking into. But since he was home it just gave him time to think on when Shouta would be coming home tonight. After all, he didn't want to sit all night in his spandex suit waiting for the man to come home. To spend all night inside of it.

The last thing he wanted was Eri to knock on his door while he was in said spandex suit. God forbid a situation like that took place. He might just forget his preferences and choke the man silly if he had to live through a situation like that. Sighing out, he slid the towel from around his waist, he reached out for his thong. Stepping gingerly into it, he pulled them up to his hips where he took a moment to tuck himself securely into the thin, breathable fabric. He reached out for the red scrunchie on the table to tie his hair up into a bun.

Then he fussed with the back of the thong as it slipped between his cheeks. It would give a bare assed look that he was sure would get Shouta's engines running. He didn't see the appeal to it, but his husband liked his ass. Flat or not, the black-haired man seemed much more vocal about his love for it. Grabbing, holding, and squeezing it. Slapping and pinching it playfully. Holding onto it when he could reach it during sex to encourage him to come forward faster. Harder. Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip before he moved.

He reached for the body suit and sat down on the bed. Like a long stocking, he began to bunch up the fabric in his hands the best he could before slipping his left foot into the end of it. When his husband had worn that latex suit, he swore nothing had been sexier. The fact he wore his ears and tail for him on top of it? God, it had been the highlight of his night last year. He hoped that he could make it just as hot for his husband tonight. Despite being the top in their relationship, he liked to dress up for his husband when he had the chance.

To look nice for his husband. To put on makeup for he knew how riled up it got his husband. The black-haired man seemed to never take his eyes off of him if he dared to do his makeup in the bedroom before their body length mirror. There was something about knowing that his husband adored his slight cross-dressing that got his husband harder than anything. Hell, they'd had a two round night one time when his husband had shuffled to the bathroom. He'd admitted later the sight of his lipstick on his skin got him off.

The sight of it smudged around his full lips and how the color stained them. There was something about having that knowledge that had his heart skipping in his chest. He slid his right foot into the leg, and he began to tug the spandex up his legs. Standing up off the bed, he found that it was easily bunch able while hugging onto his legs. He worked it up towards his waist quickly when his phone pinged drawing his attention to his phone to find a new text from his husband. It was something at the very least.

It was a text that asked if he wanted anything from the corner store which had his heart flying to his throat. It had him bouncing on his toes as he left the fabric bunched around the tops of his thighs to reach out for his phone. Denying anything from the store with the black-haired man promising to be home soon. That he'd run a little late showering at the dorms in a pit stop move before heading towards home. If he was using his capture weapon, then how long did that give him? Fifteen minutes? Ten?

He tossed his phone onto his bed then reached down to tug the suit up over his waist. His leopard thong glowed against the black color of his suit when he tugged it up with his arms slipping into the sleeves when he shuddered at the cool breeze over his ass. He shifted as the suit was tugged into place with blonde curls of hair covering his chest also stood out against the deep black of the suit. Coming up like a short turtleneck around his throat, he was covered from head to toe save for his chest and ass.

There had been a moment when he bought it that he humored doing the whole "dick out" situation but he wanted something classy. There was nothing more he wanted than to do something that would get his husband in the mood. He simply didn't want to use the whole out and proud movement for this one but rather have his leopard themed thong instead. It was by far one of the better choices he believed that he'd made when he scooped the package off of the front doorstep this afternoon upon returning home.

He fidgeted, tugging and smoothing out the fabric that clung to him slightly. Nothing too tight, nothing too loose. It had him humming softly when he fussed with it again before turning on his feet to rush back to the bathroom where he reached down to the bottom drawer. Where he kept his make-up collection. Reaching in, he grabbed one of his brighter red lipsticks with its lip liner then snapped the drawer shut. He then flew out on his toes at that burst of excitement had him sucking in a sharp breath as he ran on his toes.

Rushing over to the full length mirror, he uncapped the lip liner and began quickly but thoroughly lining the shame of his lips in slight strokes as he parted them slightly. He'd done this a million times in his lifetime. He'd always done make up on the side long before he exposed himself to his husband. He'd had his mothers and sisters to learn from. Nemuri. His videos on YouTube. He knew what he was doing like the back of his damn hand as he traced his lower lip with a hum leaving himself as his phone pinged from behind him.

He happily finished his light lining of that rich red when he then placed the thin pencil on their dresser before twisting the cap of his lipstick. He dipped the wand in a few times before parting his lips as he slid the end along the shape of his top lip. The red a startling, brilliant hue that commanded attention that he knew his husband adored. He then pressed his lips together once, twice, before parting them once again to rub the wand over his lower lip. A slick sweeping rub over it when he then pressed his lips together.

Rubbing them together lightly before capping his lipstick. Tightening the cap back into place before he placed it down on the dresser with the liner. And he stopped. He stepped back once, twice, before admiring himself in the mirror with fingers pinching to tug out a few rolls of the spandex. From thigh to hip, it clung to show off the shape of it. The flare of his waist. He watched spots of color break over his cheeks when he twisted slightly with the leopard pattern of his thong calling for attention.

He spun slightly on his feet before looking over his shoulder. Humming at the sight of his ass; the string of the thong surprisingly hidden between his cheeks successfully. Giving that bare assed appearance. Turning back on his feet to face himself again, he felt heat rush up to his chest where his nipples peeked out of the sides of the window. Blonde curls glowing against the black of his body suit. It gave him curls where he swore, he didn't have any. His husband was far more curvaceous and thicker than himself.

Meanwhile he himself had always been sharp angles and slender proportions. Standing before the mirror, he couldn't deny that even the way the spandex fit and rested around his ass gave it a subtle curve. Something that had him humming out with satisfaction before spinning on his feet to finish that pirouetting turn on his feet where he dropped down onto his feet again to stand before the mirror. He fussed with the opening around his crotch slightly with the leopard print glowing against the black color.

He was pale from the lack of sun due to winter but God if the black spandex didn't have his skin look positively pallid. He lifted his gaze from his crotch to meet his own gaze in the mirror. Watching that blush smother itself over his cheeks when he shifted slightly on his feet. His hair falling from the loose bund of the scrunchie that brushed against his red cheeks. His lips glowing that deep red? The way his pupils seemed to expand ever so slightly when he tore his gaze away from his reddening face.

Letting his gaze roam over himself again, he turned to the side where he reached back with his hands smoothing over his ass. A subtle curve indeed. He couldn't help that blush at the way his dick rested in the thong; how big the bulge of it looked as it pressed innocently against the fabric of it. He looked fucking good. Even with his hair falling from the bun he had it up in, he looks damn good. That's something he can admit to himself, isn't it? He'd never been vain but tonight? Tonight he looked damn fucking good.

He was always a confident man and looking at himself in the mirror? He can absolutely agree with the silent notion that he looked fucking good. His husband was going to lose his mind over this. Speaking of his husband, when was he going to be here? If he questioned if he wanted something from the corner store then surely, he'd be home in a matter of minutes, wouldn't he? His painted lips parted when his gaze lifted up again to gawk at his flushed face in the mirror. He wanted to drag his teeth over his lip, but he couldn't.

Not without ruining his lipstick by leaving teeth marks. Not until he was sure it was dried. However, if his husband was coming home then what better way to show off the spandex suit of his than to lay on the bed? He can always let Shouta discover the hole in the back surrounding his ass, couldn't he? He wanted to give him a fucking entrance. Taking a breath, he spun on his covered feet quickly which damn near had him slipping when he caught his footing before making his way to the bed with the air brushing over his ass.

His chest. He pulled his hair down from the scrunchy when he reached down to open the bedside table drawer and threw it into the drawer. He then grabbed the wipes that he slapped onto the surface then reached in for the lube then the condom box. He opened it up to tug the chain out, ripping one off the end, then tucked the chain into the box before tossing it back into the drawer. Then, much to his delight, his phone pinged allowing him to snap the drawer shut delighted before he reached for the device.

A message from his husband announcing he was approaching the front door. Perfect. He sent back a few flirty and heart emoji's back before turning his phone on do not disturb before placing it on the dresser top next to the wipes. And then he climbed up onto the bed where he arranged the pillows slightly. Then he braced his back up against the headboard of the bed. Letting his feet slip over the blanket before planting them firmly to the bed, he took a breath before letting his legs fall open naturally.

His hair bunching annoyingly beneath his back, but he happily ignored it. His heart skipped in his chest sickeningly before sprinting wildly when he bit at the softer, inner portion of his bottom lip. He fucking loves nights like these. Nights where he not only dressed himself up with a bit of makeup but had the chance to spring something on his husband. How many times had Shouta done it to him? There was his kitten dress up that first time, the booty shorts and stockings, that lovely pair of lingerie themed boxers.

And then last year it was the latex kitten outfit and his display with his corset and stockings. Was there more than that? He had not a clue but God if he didn't want to give something back to his husband like he had that night they first ever indulged in impact play. He squirmed in his spot when the bedroom doors rattled lightly before they were grinding in their tracks. A quiet sound with the accompanying sound of a rustling bag being held when his husband stepped into the room. Shutting the doors behind him.

A dark eye flicked over to him when the bag dropped from his husband's hand. His mouth falling open as his brows shot up on his forehead with that dark eye widening at him. A deep, red blush rushing up to smother itself over his cheeks had his face practically glowing in a matter of seconds. The black-haired man still wore his jumpsuit and his capture weapon with a thick coat over it, but the boots caked with snow were suspiciously gone. His husband went from a rosy red to a deep red like an apple in seconds.

Shifting slightly, he let his knees fall to the sides wider as he spread himself wide, wide, wide. Welcoming that roaming, glittering dark eye to move over him with that shocked surprise. Eating him up with that surprise before his gaze was lifting up to meet his again. What would a sight like this look like to the outside view? He hoped it gave the effect he hoped for. And judging by how wide that mouth was open? He'd have not problem getting his husband hard if he wasn't already. If he wasn't getting hard.

It had him grinning at the black-haired man who twitched when he sat forward to roll onto his knees. Crawling to the middle of their bed when he let his grin widen at the black-haired man who seemed redder than anything at the moment. That dark eye watching his movements when his husband stumbled forward. Stumbling over his feet with thuds ringing out when he rushed forward. To meet him halfway when he watched Shouta's arms shrugging off his coat where it hit the floor in a thick heap.

He reached out to grab above that utility belt of his when he tugged the black-haired man forward to kiss at his stomach when hands slid into his hair to tip his head back. Looking up, he found that surprise giving way for awe as his husband stared down at him with that deep, red blush smothered over his cheeks. And then lips were coming down on his much to his delight even as he jumped slightly. A hard kiss that sparked with heat when he moved his lips against Shouta's to return that passion.

That heat sparking into the kiss as lips slid quickly against his with a hard press with hands tightening their holds on his hair tightly with lips moving against his. A hunger to that kiss he found himself returning in kind with his breaths trembling through his nose before he exhaled sharply. Of all the things to expect, he hadn't thought the black-haired man would drag him into such a sizzling kiss but he had not a care. He returned that passion, that heat, as his husband kissed him with such hunger it left him utterly breathless.

Is this how Shouta felt? In the times he came home and kissed him like this? It had his stomach fluttering viciously with that sharp smack ringing out. He curled an arm from around his waist to curl up around his shoulder. Burying his hand into black locks delightedly as he moved his lips against those cold, full ones. Chapped from the air outside no doubt. God, this is what he'd been hoping for. Fantasizing about when he bought the damn spandex suit. He hoped it would do something for Shouta who clearly had a thing for clothing textures.

For different types of clothing like latex or spandex. He'd done something right. Moving his lips against Shouta's, he pressed lightly on the back of his head to coax for a harder press. Moving his lips urgently against his husband's with uneven, fast breaths fanning over his cheek. He tightened his arm around his waist to hold him tightly to the edge of the bed that dipped beneath his knees. One wrong move from himself or his husband and he'd spill to the floor in a heap. God, it made it all the more exciting.

It was a risk that had his heart sprinting in his chest as he kissed the black-haired man. Fuck him, he felt like he was being devoured with a kiss alone. His husband was kissing him with such passion it truly did have him weak in the knees. If he'd been standing God knows he'd be swooning in his damn arms. A quiet sound flew out of him from the back of his throat to mirror the quiet sound leaving Shouta. Hands tightened in his hair with a sharp pull that had him shuddering with his back arching slightly.

Holding onto the black-haired man's jumpsuit fervently, his hair, had the black-haired man letting out another of those soft sounds from the back of his throat. His skin ripped with heat; a flash under his skin that had his knees digging into the bed. He squirmed slightly with hands tightening in his hair with fistfuls that created a consistent tug. A sharp pull on his scalp that had him whining out to his husband who whined back as lips slid frantically against his. Urgently. God, his lipstick had to be smudged horribly.

Had to be smeared or stained onto Shouta's by now, wouldn't it? It sent a shiver down his back at the thought as he tugged Shouta impossibly tight against him as lips moved with that urgency. Breathless. God, his husband's breaths had already been shaky when he walked in but they raced against his cheek. Fast. Huffing breaths that fanned quickly over his cheek matching his own as he clung onto the black-haired man eagerly. His arm moving from around him to slid just above his waist where his utility belt sat.

Desperate to touch. To feel the warmth that was radiating off of his husband that left him far more flushed than the heaters of their home. Fuck, he couldn't stop himself from replaying that entrance. How his rosy cheeked face had turned so red in mere seconds. It had him burning up as he slid his lips against Shouta's with a sense of franticness to himself. A sense of eagerness. He could eat this man alive. He smelled damn good from that pit stop at the dorms showers and he knew he'd feel unbelievably warm under his jumpsuit.

Tightening his arm around his shoulders, he flexed his fingers out to scratch at the back of his head. Moving his lips passionately against the black-haired man's had a low groan leaving him. Had hands tightening in another yank on his hair that had his back arching again with a sharp exhale huffing out of him. What he'd give to have Shouta sweep him off his feet with this passionate kissing of theirs. He'd truly thought Shouta would have spoken first. That he would have breathed out something before they did anything.

He was far happier with the kisses being traded back and forth. The sharp smack of their moving lips. The quiet brush of his lips against Shouta's pressed hard, hard, hard against his with such hunger it left him frantic to return it. His breaths shaking with their racing speed as he moved his lips in time with Shouta's. Fuck him he wants to devour this man from head to foot. He'd been thinking about this all damn day leaving him starving to get a brush of his skin against his. To feel him fitting perfectly into his arms.

To feel Shouta's chest pressing to his as his back arched up from the bed. To feel his thighs shaking as they wrapped tightly around him to hold him close, close, close. To feel his hips moving with hard hits against his pelvis as he moved with him. He wants to marvel, gawk, and touch this man all night long. It had made work today so incredibly hard when all he wanted was to drag Shouta home and get this on for him. When all he wanted was to touch him tonight. To fuck him into the mattress like he always begged him too.

To make love to him so tenderly his husband was a gasping, wailing mess with tears forming on black lashes. He wants him so fervently he felt half out of his head with the desire to rip this damn jumpsuit off of him. To touch the heat of his skin. To strip him down until there wasn't a stitch on him. He wants Shouta so damn bad tonight. He was glad he called out of work tonight due to the safety and the road conditions. He didn't want to do a damn thing that didn't involve fucking this man and kissing him silly.

He crushed his lips to Shouta's fervently to return that hunger burning into the kiss. The desire, the passion, that the black-haired man held for him that he returned without so much as a batted lash as he clung onto his husband who held onto his hair tightly with his arms tightening around his shoulders. Such a smoldering, burning kiss as this had him absolutely breathless as he crushed his lips to those plush full ones that were warming beneath his. Racing breaths taken between the both of them through their noses.

That sharp smack ringing out in the quiet of the bedroom. God, it was amazing. He could kiss him like this for minutes, hours, days. He'd welcome this type of kiss whenever he could. And then the black-haired man broke off their kisses with a shaking gasp when he leaned forward eagerly to press his lips firmly to Shouta's again. And again. One, two, three, four firm pecking kisses from his husband when eh felt that rush down his back. The excitement bursting into his chest as his dick gave an interested twitch.

It had his thighs pressing tightly together with a restless rub together when that fifth kiss was deepened ever so slightly. A hard press with one, two, three slides against his when he tightened his arms around his husband. Moving his lips against those full ones delightedly with a quiet hum. Kissing him with that passion before his husband pulled back. His forehead coming to rest on his with shaking breaths fanning over his tingling lips before he pulled back to kiss at his jaw giddily when his husband whined.

"Hizashi Aizawa-Yamada, are you trying to fucking kill me?" Oh, there was a breathless rasp to his husband's voice with fingers tightening in his hair slightly. He couldn't help a shiver when he grinned up at his husband when nails scratched at his scalp. Biting carefully at his lip when his husband took a trembling breath. "I go on a long ass patrol shift, nearly get hit by two cars, nearly stabbed, and you think that any of this is going to help me? I thought that you had work tonight?"

Releasing the bite on his lip, he leaned in to kiss his husband's stomach when he pushed off the bed to curl his arms around his husband's waist. Nuzzling his face into his jump suit when he squeezed his arms around his husband to hold him close when he tipped his head backwards again to look up at that red face. And God, if that look didn't have his thighs squeezing together with a rub to soothe that ache twisting into his lower stomach. "I called out because of the-the roads! Can I take that to mean that you like it then?"

"Like it? You are not asking me right now if I fucking like the sight of my husband sprawled out like that?" Hands tightened in his hair when the black-haired man then worked his hands free where they began to yank at his capture weapon as it was tossed to the floor when his husband and he happily reached up. His husband grabbed at his zipper with that heat to his gaze as he grinned at the black-haired man. "I fucking love it, Zashi! I was-was going to ask about sex but you always beat me to it, don't you, love?"

A shiver ran down his back when he stretched up higher with his husband leaning down slightly allowing him to press his lips to his jaw. A kiss that, much to his delight, left an imprint behind of his lips when he pressed another kiss to his jaw. Soft kisses down to his chin with a hum as he slid his hands up his back as that zipper was coaxed down, down, down. He wanted to touch the warmth of his skin as he dragged that vanilla scent down. "Mmm, you know I do, baby! You think I'm pretty then?"

"You've always been more than pretty, Zashi!" Ohh, how can one man sound so breathless and so offended in one breath? He slid an arm from around his waist to curl up around those broad shoulders where he tugged at black locks. Playful tugs as he pressed his lips to his jaw again. Loving the breaths trembling over his hot cheek when he then got lips pressing to his own cheek as he grinned at the black-haired man when he pulled back. "How in the world did I end up with someone like you, hmm?"

"I don't know! Timing? Luck? Who fucking knows but all that matters is your mine, baby!" Managing a kiss to his chin, he tugged Shouta tightly against him as he slid a hand along his lower back when he leaned in to kiss his chest softly. The long sleeve sweater he wore beneath no doubt opt keep him warm. His ring swung on it's all too familiar chain. He was warm. "You've had a long day at work, haven't you? Why not strip this off and come let me love you, yeah? Let me take care of you, baby?"

Heat flickered in that dark eye again when he happily let go of his holds on Shouta to crawl backwards away from the edge of the bed as his husband shrugged his jumpsuit off. Pooling down to his waist, the hem of that black sweater was flipped up over his stomach revealing the expanse of that softening stomach. The sight of his happy trail running below his navel where it dipped down beneath the elastic band of his boxers. A tease. He watched as his shirt was flipped up to reveal that broad chest of his.

The fabric was tugged up towards his head. God, he was a sight to behold. That broad chest with its wild, chaotic black curls covering it that he loved nothing more than to bury his hands into. The sight of nipples perking up when his husband shuddered at the difference of temperature no doubt as his sweater was tucked at. Arms pulling free from sleeves as his chain swung against his chest lightly with that light sound of metal hitting off the chain. Shouta was beautiful. There was no one more beautiful than him.

He watched that bunched up sweater come up with black locks slipping through the neckline when it was heaved up and off to the floor. Hands reaching down to grab at the suit bunched around his waist was coaxed down his hips to his thighs. And God knows he wasn't surprised at the bulge of a growing erection. It had his fingers itching to touch that pale skin. To soak up the warmth of his husband. To inhale that vanilla scent of his soaps until he felt sick off of it. He wants him close, close, close.

He shifted backwards further towards the middle of the bed when he reached for the lube that tapped against his shin. He scooped both it and the condom up to lay out carefully when the bed dipped. He happily sat backwards then with his legs spreading open as he held a hand out to the black-haired man. Crawling forward, he slid his hand forward to touch that red cheek before slipping his finger beneath his eyepatch. Tugging it up with the string appearing out of black locks as he slid the thing off.

Tossing it to the bed without so much as a second glance. That deep gray eye had long since become just as beloved as that glistening, clear dark one. Was his lipstick smudged now? Was it a mess around his lips? God, there was a delight in watching his husband coming forward to settle between his legs. His dick twitched at the sight of that deep red staining full lips slightly. Smudged around the edges of his lips. The heat to that gaze had his dick twitching in a volley when he let himself fall back as he dragged Shouta upwards.

Hands planted onto the bed with wild black curls slithering over shoulders to frame that red face. Lipstick smudges, the imprints of his lips, left behind on that stubble covered jaw. Fuck him, it was a beautiful sight. Normally, he focused on jumping into that aftercare after his husband came home from his patrols. Tonight, would be more necessary than ever if he did indeed almost get run over twice, almost stabbed, then aftercare was much needed. If he knew his night was that rough he would have forgotten about this.

And yet he couldn't find it in him to protest when those smudged full lips were coming down on his again. Kissing him with that passion to get him groaning when he arched his hips up only to have Shouta's press down against his. Sliding his hands along his sides to his waist where he flicked playfully at his boxers before curving his hands back to slid up his back. The quiet brush of his palms over his skin was deafening in the quiet of the room. Just like those smacks rang out with the hard press of full lips against his.

He had not a problem with such a passionate kiss right out the gate. No need for slow, smoldering kisses when they were clearly going for something different. From the second those full lips touched his, he knew it was going to be something fast. Something hot. And as he slid his hands down his back, he slid his hands in a caress over his husband's ass. Did this mean Shouta was ready? Did his husband take the time to empty and ready himself just for the sake of sex? Was that the reason for his pit stop at the dorms?

Shouta had said it mere seconds ago that he wanted to talk about sex tonight, but he'd beaten him to the punch. Rocking his hips up against Shouta had the black-haired man huffing through his nose at him with hips pressing down fervently before moving to rock with him. And God, it sent sparks up his back to have that twitching, hardening erection rubbing and pressing against him like that. Fuck, this man was perfect without even intending too. He slid his hands in another rub over his husband's ass.

And he squeezed at it fiercely earning himself a whine from the black-haired man as lips crushed themselves fervently to his. Sharp smacks ringing out broke up the whisper of his lips moving against Shouta's when he returned that hard press. Returning that passion with his own as that desire began to bleed into the kiss. Hips rocking, rocking, rocking together much to his delight as his toes curled against the bed. Feet pressing fervently against it to keep himself stable as he spread his thighs wide to accommodate his husband.

God, he loves this man. Loves, loves, loves him. He rocked his hips quickly up against his husband's with that hungry desire bleeding into the kiss to get his stomach fluttering as that ache twisted sharply into his lower half. Wrapping around him like a vise grasp that had him huffing through his nose when his dick gave a volley of twitches. He couldn't tell if that thin material of his thong was a blessing or a curse as he felt his husband hardening fully against him with hands pressing into the mattress on either side of his sides.

Lips crushing in slides against his that he couldn't get enough of. Hot, hot, hot. Almost as if his husband had doused him with gasoline and lit him aflame the second, he entered the bedroom. He was sizzling in his own skin as his face burned uncomfortably hot with hips rocking down against his. Moving with that same tight, quick side to side that had him shuddering. Sliding his hands in another caress over his husband's ass, he squeezed at it again only to get another whine from his husband when he felt him shifting.

His left hand pressing firmly to the bed when that right hand came up to slid over his side. And he happily released his hold on his ass to sweep his hands up his back. Coaxing to arch down resulting in his chest pressing tightly to his as hips bucked instinctively against him much to his delight at the rub. Ohhh, he loves it. Loves it already and they weren't even fucking yet. He rocked his hips up against his husband before giving a playful grind against him. A grind that was returned to him with that tight press against him.

He returned that fierce press with one of his own as he began to drift his hands over his husbands' back with fingertips brushing along his spine. Ghosting over it when he began to trace shapes into his skin that had goosebumps breaking out over it. Lips pressing fervently to his own as he slid a hand up the center of his back. Moving his hand up to bury into those black curls that tickled at his own cheeks from their place framing his husband's face. Gathering then holding a fistful of them had his husband whining at him again.

Arching when he slid his hand from his upper back down and over his ass in a rub. Tightening his fistful of curls delightedly as he pressed his lips just as fervently to his husband's. Crushing kisses that screamed with the passion, the lust, and that hungry desire. Emotions that sizzled into the kiss in a cluster that left him frantic to figure out as his dick gave another volley of twitches. That ache prompting him to press himself up harder against Shouta to soothe it the best he can with that pressure of his husband.

He was blazing hot, hot, hot all because of Shouta. The one he'd been thinking about all damn day until he felt crazy. Felt that urge to drag him into that closet just to relieve some tension. To get on his damn knees in the bathroom if it meant getting off at least once. He'd felt half out of his mind when he came home to the package sitting innocently on the front doorstep. He was hot under that spandex he wore but he didn't care, care, care. He was being kissed with such passion it was robbing him of breath.

Of proper thought. And he was returning those kisses giddily, eagerly, as he scratched at his husband's head earning himself a shudder from the black-haired man when he squeezed roughly at his ass. Kneading at him giddily as hips ground down against him to which he happily threw himself into grinding up in tight circles. Pressing fiercely to soothe that ache the best he could with the press of his husband against him. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Fuck him, he really can't get enough of this man squirming with him.

He couldn't remember the last time that Shouta had kissed him with such passion right out the gate like this. When was the last time? The last time they kissed without slowly working their way up to it? God, he couldn't remember but fuck if it wasn't amazing. If he didn't fucking love it. If he didn't love that his husband seemed to be taking some control tonight in terms of their kisses. He crushed his lips to those full ones with the hope that it would rile this man up to see his face and mouth covered in his lipstick.

All he wants is to leave marks all over that glorious pale skin of his. From head to toe, he wanted to leave smudges of red. Yes, it might be a waste of his lipstick. Yes, he might regret it in the morning. But tonight? Tonight, he wants nothing more than to praise this black-haired man and leave him covered in marks. He wants to leave an impression on him where no one would see beneath his clothing. Grinding his hips up in tight, hard circles that were returned to him had his dick twitching frantically with interest.

Reacting to the sparks it sent rushing up his back. Fuck him, maybe it was a good thing he was wearing his thong. It had his toes curling at the pleasure pooling into his stomach with each tight circle given. Each rough grind that had his breath catching in his throat as his breath raced through his nose when he tightened his grasp on black curls. Tightening his hold on them, his husband had whimpering at him with hips pressing down harder against him. It had his hips wavering in their arched position.

Dropping slightly with the threat of being pinned down to the bed. It was a thought, an idea, that had him groaning out lowly in his throat. A sound that had his husband squirming above him with a whimper as lips slid against his with that passion. The heat to get his blood sizzling through his veins with that uncomfortable heat clawing beneath the surface of his skin. Eating him up when his husband then rubbed himself in an up and down motion that had him moaning out in a deafening burst of volume.

He clung to his husband's ass and hair desperately with his arms tightening around him. Holding the black-haired man who moaned down at him in response. A trembling sound that had his thighs snapping together to rub restlessly against his waist. Shouta's hips moved again in that up and down rub that had his hips dropping to the bed. Allowing his husband to move the way he wanted too with that shameless snap of his hips as he rubbed himself against him. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing at him until his lashes fluttered on his cheeks at the pleasure pooling into his stomach. God, it felt like he was just a pillow his husband could use to get off on. Rubbing himself shamelessly against him had his dick twitching in a frenzy when he felt a wet drop soaking into the thin fabric. Racing, gasping pants being taken by the both of them as he clung onto those black curls. Sliding his hand over his ass, he jerked him forward when he slid back tearing a moan out of the both of them when he slid his hand up his back.

God, it was like his husband had already been flushed; ready to explode into that heat long before he came home. He couldn't deny there had been quite a few times on patrol that one or both had come home high on that adrenaline. When sex was made all the better when it came down to it. If his husband was already running on that adrenaline, then it would explain everything. Or if he was worked up from getting himself ready at the dorms would be a probable answer too. Either way, he didn't need an answer at this moment.

Not when his husband was kissing him with such fucking hunger it left him holding onto him desperately. Crush him to his chest to keep even a gap from forming between them while the black-haired man kissed him. It felt like Shouta was going to devour him with kisses alone. It had his hands shaking lightly when he dragged his nails down the center of Shouta's back. Tearing a keening moan out of the man who squirmed with his back arching again as hips bucked against him. A sharp, hard hit that had him shuddering.

Hips hit against him that had him moaning back at the black-haired man in that needy pitch. Keening. Breathless. God, he was huffing through his nose for breaths to soothe the itching in his lungs only to find it wasn't enough, enough, enough. Just like he couldn't get enough of his husband. Not of him writhing, rubbing, and rutting against him like he was a fucking pillow he could use to get off. God, it had his hips thrusting up against his husband when he felt another wet drip hit his thong. And another.

Dripping before he was even hard had him moaning out again as he slid his hand up his back only to drag his nails playfully over his shoulder blade. Earning himself a writhing squirm from the black-haired man up above him who groaned into the kiss. A low, throaty sound that had his dick twitching when he got a hard buck of hips against him in a thrust that had his toes curling. His thighs squirming against his husband's waist when he felt that gush. Blood draining down, down, down towards his twitching dick.

He huffed through his nose when he bucked his hips up with a push at his husband as their lips broke away with a sharp smack as gasps were taken. The bed bouncing as he threw the black-haired man onto his back. And he was so lovely. Black curls splayed on the pillow with that deep red blush smothering itself over his cheeks down to his collar bones. The soft smudged kiss marks his jaw. The smear around his lips that were stained with his red lipstick. It was positively lovely on his husband's lips.

He flew down to lap his tongue over his husband's stained lips giddily which had lips parting on another gasp as he straddled his husband's waist. Rolling his hips down frantically against his husband who moaned up at him when he flew down to crush his lips to those stained ones. Moving his tongue overeagerly when his piercing clicked off of his teeth deafeningly as his tongue scraped the edge of his teeth. Sliding his tongue in a rub against Shouta's when he thrusted against the black-haired man who whimpered into the kiss.

Hands sliding down where they grabbed fiercely onto his ass. Gasping at the touch of bare skin no doubt when his husband squeezed hard. Ohhhh, it had him moaning down at the black-haired man who jerked him forward when his hips slid back. And God if it wasn't getting him hot, hot, hot. He twisted in his husband's arms as he was jerked forward again, again, again against him. Leaning forward onto his right forearm before he reached out blindly to find the lube and condom before he could forget.

Clawing at the blanket desperately as he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's only to have the tip of his swirling playfully around his piercing before nudging at it with that same playful manner. Crushing his lips to his husband's, he squeezed a fistful of the blanket to his palm to hold onto subconsciously. Forgetting briefly about finding them in favor of rubbing himself shamelessly against the black-haired man. His twitching dick hardening with that damn near painful gush of blood to it that burned through his veins.

Streaking down, down, down to the twitching thing that had him squirming desperately against his husband. Panting shallowly through noses, when his husband began to knead at his ass firmly. It sent shivers up his back with that firm kneading at him as he flicked his tongue at Shouta's. Rubbing, sliding, twisting his tongue with Shouta's that moved in accordance with his. Rubbing in a slide before massaging it to his much to his delight. He rolled his hips in tight grinds down against the black-haired man with a whimper.

Squirming at the sparks it sent rushing up his back as he twisted against his husband desperately. God, he knew he should have grabbed the lube earlier but was this so bad? If they dry humped their way to an orgasm? It wasn't so late that Shouta wouldn't indulge in a two round night, was it? They'd done it before when he called out of work. He ground himself down against the black-haired man eagerly at the thought. When was the last time they did that? Since he got to rut and writhe against his husband like that?

It sent a shiver down his back when hands pulled at his ass forcing him to thrust forward against his husband which he was more than happy to repeat. Again. Again, again, again. He felt damn near giddy at the thought as he rubbed himself in that snapping back and forth movement that had his husband moaning at him enthusiastically. He happily moaned back at the black-haired man as he rubbed himself back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Shuddering when his hardening dick twitched excitedly.

God, did he want to touch him but he'd have time for it. They'd have more than enough time, he was sure of it. If they started their night off with a quickie then he was sure that his husband wouldn't mind it, one damn bit. Sliding his hips back and forth against his husband had his erection fully hardening with a twitch. A sensation that tore a moan out of his husband who slid his hands from his ass clutch at the spandex suit tightly. Bunching the fabric up with trembling hands as he panted through his nose.

Hips grinding up against him much to his delight. Tight, hard circles that had him moaning as he rubbed himself shamelessly against his husband as drops of pre-come dripped, dripped, dripped out of him as they soaked into the thin material of his thong. Clinging to him annoyingly, he did his best to ignore it as he rubbed himself shamelessly against his husband who moaned up at him. A keening, trembling sound that had him growling down at the black-haired man when hips thrusted up against him.

He rubbed himself down against the black-haired man before thrusting back which had his husband shuddering beneath him. He could spend all fucking night long just like this. Rutting, grinding, against his husband as he twisted his tongue with the black-haired man's delightedly with pants fanning over his cheek. Hands holding onto his suit that felt insufferable as it rubbed against his feverish skin but he happily ignored it. Thrusting down against his husband once, twice, before he returned to that back and forth slide.

Shouta's hips then arched slightly beneath him to give his twitching erection that pressure to get him groaning. A snapping, guttural pitch that had his husband whimpering beneath him as his tongue rubbed against his. Undulating his up, he rubbed the bottom ball against the top of Shouta's earning himself a groan back with hips wriggling beneath him. And then his husband was letting go of his fistfuls of his suit with hips jumping up to push at him. Much like he had seconds ago, his husband was flipping them over.

His back hitting the bed again with a bounce that had him inhaling sharply as the kiss broke apart. But God if it didn't have him breathless at the sight of his husband shifting to straddle his waist properly with hips moving back and forth didn't get his blood burning through his veins. If it didn't act as a shot of eagerness to watch wild black curls spilling down his shoulders and upper back slightly. To watch that blush smother itself over his cheeks as it spread down to softly color his collar bones. So beautiful that color was.

That twitch to full lips that curled into that familiar grin of his as hips rocked back and forth with a rub that had his toes curling in the feet of the suit. God, he was hot, hot, hot. He was unbearably hot in it, but he'd be damned if he called it all off to take it off. Not when the sight of his husband's hips rocking back and forth didn't leave him eager. His eyes riveted to their rubbing back and forth with that erection straining at the material of his gray boxers. To the dark patch forming from the shameless drips of pre-come.

Fuck, his own thong was no different with pre-come creating a dark patch in the fabric. It had him damn near wheezing when he slid his hands up the black-haired man's thighs. Causing them to jump and tremble beneath his hands much to his delight. When his husband leaned forward over him with black lashes fluttering in their heavy lidded position as he leaned forward over him. Hips moving back and forth to rub shamelessly against him with that pleasure sparking up his back with a gasp being taken.

He wanted to be used up. He wants this man to fuck himself on him when he deemed fit. He wants to rut, writhe, thrust and grind his way to an orgasm. It was so much better than fucking his husband silly. It had his erection throbbing at the thought when it twitched as his husband's hips pressed down further with a pressure that had his hips hitting the bed with a bounce but God he didn't care. Not when his husband was rubbing himself so shamelessly against him that it had him moaning lowly in his throat.

A trembling sound when his back arched up from the bed. His hips wriggling side to side eagerly to join in with that rubbing rhythm of his only to have his husband press down firmly against him. It had his toes curling tightly with a shudder racing down his back as he watched his husband's hips snapping back and forth to rub down against him with a pleasure pooling into his stomach that had him writhing. He was burning, burning, burning. Hot, hot, hot. He huffed in his pants raggedly at that racing speed.

He squeezed at Shouta's flexing thighs desperately with a shudder racing down his back. He swore his night couldn't be going any better. That this couldn't be any better. It had him squirming beneath his husband who grinned with that wickedness to him. A sight that had him shuddering when he slid his hands up from his thighs to his moving hips which had black brows squeezing together. His husband's mouth dropped open slightly with a huff leaving him when he flew down towards him with a whine in his throat.

And lips crushed themselves to his as that tongue moved to touch his much to his delight as he held onto moving hips. Rolling his thumbs into them as his erection twitched with its maddening throbbing as that excitement twisted sharply into him. Had him moaning as he twisted his tongue with Shouta's with rasping pants fanning over his cheek again. And he clenched fiercely as he held onto those moving hips. God, was his husband in that silent agreement with him? Did he want to do something simple to start them off?

He was sure, given enough time, he'd be ready to go again for a second round and he knew how to tease his husband to another erection. Panting through his nose, he shuddered as he rocked his hips up against his husband's shameless rubbing. Twisting and rubbing his tongue to Shouta's while the tip of it nudged against his piercing again with that playfulness. God, he'd never want this man more. He was starving. Absolutely eager over the idea of rutting, grinding, and rubbing his way to an orgasm.

He fucking loves dry humping this man who was grinding and rubbing himself down shamelessly against him like he would with a pillow. Like he was nothing more than a pillow to be used in order to get off. The same way he had been using that thick body pillow tucked away in their closet. Ohhh, now that had been by far the hottest night of his fucking life. He wanted nothing more than to repeat it. To let Shouta catch him like that again. But until then, he'd happily let his husband dig his knees into the bed.

Rocking and grinding down against him with such pressure to get his erection twitching. Aching. It had him squirming with delight when Shouta rubbed himself shamelessly against him with a moan burst out of the man. God, it had him moaning delightedly up at his husband who then moaned down at him with that enthusiasm. Easily recognizable that enthusiasm was and he just knew would leave him hoarse. Fuck him, was there anything better than this? Then to have his husband join him in bed right out the get go?

To have him strip down to his boxers and rut against him like this? Like he was just as starved? Just as desperate to have him? He squeezed at his husband's moving hips which had another moan ripping out of the black-haired man when he rolled his thumbs along the sharp edge of his hips. The tattoo he memorized like the back of his hand that nearly matched the one he had scrawled across his collar bone. He'd gone for a font as close to Shouta's as possible but under scrutiny it would be seen as different.

Fuck, that tattoo of his was fucking sexy. The piercings in his ears. He wants to see more jewelry on his husband. He wants him to be more open minded and do something wild like get his nipples done. Something they could indulge in pleasure wise together that would be fun to play with. The idea of his husband with piercings like that? Ohhh, it was fucking hot. H There may not be a chance his husband would get his dick pierced but the idea of his husband with nipple piercings? Oh, it got him off like nothing fucking else.

The idea he could get an eyebrow piercing? A lip? The idea of a tattooed, pierced Shouta was something fucking arousing that he could get off on effortlessly. Squeezing at his husband's moving hips once again, he panted raggedly through his nose with his heart pounding sickeningly against his chest as he bucked his hips. Thrusting up against his husband, nudging him lightly, had the man moaning in that deafening pitch with hips moving faster; a desperation to them. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

Faster, faster, faster slides that had his erection twitching with the sparks of heat racing up his back. Had it throbbing as he grinded himself up against his husband before thrusting up again. Nudging him lightly into the air. It had him moaning when his husband shifted slightly with one hand at a time coming up to rest on his chest. A quiet grunt as that right hand lifted up with his left digging into his chest but he didn't mind it. Not when fingers were fanning out beneath the chest window of his suit.

Nails dragging through the blonde curls of hair there much to his delight. And as fingers snuck to the edges of that window, he knew exactly where they were going. What they'd find. It had him whimpering as he arched his chest up into those hands that slipped beneath his suit; so cold they felt. Or was that because he was so fucking hot? He had not a clue, but it had him shuddering when fingers and palms fanned out over his chest with chilled thumbs flicking over his hardened nipples. Oh, oh, he was burning up.

He ground himself up against his husband who abandoned his rubbing slides to grind down against him in response. Tight circles that had his toes curling as his feet pressed into the bed with the threat of slipping out beneath him. Panting quickly, raggedly through his nose as he twisted his tongue with his husband's had him boiling. Rubbing, flicking, swirling and twisting his tongue with Shouta's which moved in accordingly. God, he remembered when they'd been painfully awkward with their French kisses.

When his mother caught them which led to Shouta refusing for months to try again before they inevitably tried at his family apartment. French kissing, as he had learned through the years, was like sex. No one liked being shoved and cramped up only to have their partner to get off first. There was no "desperate clashing of tongues" or "dominance over his" type of kissing. He'd read so many books, fanfiction, that had it in them and he didn't blame people if they liked that terminology. If they liked that type of kiss.

If they liked them to be so rough, quick, and sloppy. He's had his fair share of sloppy kisses with his husband in the heat of the moment. He just didn't seen the need for it. Just like this kiss with his husband, there was an eagerness to it, but it wasn't a mess of him pinning his tongue down. Cramming it down his throat. In "establishing dominance" over his husband's. Both moved freely without much hassle. Just like their grinding, moving hips as he held onto his husband. There didn't need to be dominance to it for it to feel good.

Thumbs flicked over his nipples again with hands curling in to squeeze at his chest sending a shiver down his back. Groaning up at his husband as he flicked his tongue playfully at Shouta's only to get a flick back from the man. Hips grinding down in tight, fervent circles that he did his best to replicate when he then moved his hips slightly. Moving them up to rub himself shamelessly against his husband who gasped in through his nose only for it to shudder over his cheek in a sharp exhale. Fanned over his uncomfortably hot cheek.

He held onto his husband when hips began to move once again in that maddening, snapping back and forth. Rubbing down against him against him with the quiet drag of their underwear rubbing together. God, that wet patch was absolutely soaked into his boxers leaving for that quiet undertone to the rub of clothing. His husband's, if he could see, had to be no better. Dripping, dripping, dripping. He could feel his husband's erection throbbing against his as hips moved quickly to snap back and forth quickly.

Rubbing firmly to get him moaning in that low, snapping pitch that had his husband shuddering. Thumbs rubbed over his hardened nipples before pressing down on them with tight circles rubbed into them that had him clutching at those moving hips. Holding onto him rather than coaxing him to move how he hoped he would move. Letting his husband have that control that had sparks racing up his back as he rolled his thumbs over his hips. Squeezing at them earning himself a groan when his husband flicked at his piercing.

And then Shouta was lifting to break the French kiss with a strand of saliva connecting their tongues when he whined. Lips came back down on his where they slid against his damply which he happily followed along with. Crushing his lips to those full ones as he slid his hands up to caress his waist when he shuddered. He then began to move his hips to rub himself up against Shouta who rubbed back with a moan. It had him moaning at the black-haired man who moaned back with thumbs lifting away from his nipples.

Flicking over them before bringing his fingers together. Then his husband pinched sharply at his nipples tearing a keening moan out of him as he arched his chest up into his hands. Rubbing himself up against him in stuttered slides but it didn't seem to affect his husband one damn bit when he tightened his grasp on his waist with a needy moan leaving his husband. It had him shuddering when fingers increased their tight pinch to which he squirmed with hips thrusting up desperately with the kiss breaking off with a shrill cry.

Tearing up in volume when threw his head back into the pillow. Gasping. Shouta moaned out with squirms of his hips when he bucked up once, twice, three times sharply against the black-haired man. God, he was so hot, so hot, so unbearably fucking hot. His erection was dripping shamelessly into the wet patch left behind on his thong much like how his husband's own boxers had to be a soaked wet. He shuddered at the thought with hips bucking again with a moan as he used his hold on his waist to move him.

Jerk him in time with his thrust. It had his husband's back arching with fingers tugging at his nipples sharply again with lips pressing against his jaw with a moan muffling itself into it. Fuck him, he wants more, more, more from his husband. He wants all of him. It had his toes curling tightly as his feet pressed to the bed with gasps being taken by the both of them. Sharp breaths taken with hips rolling, rutting desperately against him. His own bucking and rubbing up against Shouta. Gasping, twisting, squirming together.

He was boiling. Maybe it was the excitement beforehand. Maybe it was the way Shouta had surged across the room to kiss him like that. Maybe it was some unknown factor, but he swore he'd never been more turned on in his fucking life. Did that have to do with the thong? With the fabric of the spandex rubbing against his skin? He had not a clue. But fuck if he wasn't writhing with hips bucking desperately against his husband who whimpered and moaned into his jaw. Into his throat where teeth nibbled playfully at his Adam's Apple.

A shudder ran down when his husband whimpered out again when he thrusted up against him. God, he couldn't take that throbbing much more. His erection was throbbing with such fervor, twitching and dripping, that he felt half ready to scream. To howl and writhe until he was getting what he wanted. Until he was fucking this man into the mattress. He wants nothing more than to give them both what they wanted. Rubbing, grinding, up against his husband had hips rolling down against him in tight circles.

Doing so with such delight it had him gasping as his husband nipped at his tattooed collar bone. Biting down near the end of it before suckling fervently at his spot. Hips rolling with their tight circles to get him moaning enthusiastically at his husband when he slid his hand along his waist. He then pulled on his husband to keep him pinned fiercely to his pelvis. Grinding up against his husband giddily when he felt hips grinding down against him with teeth digging in when fingers plucked at his nipples.

Coaxing his chest to arch when he slid his hands away from his waist. Lifting them between them to blindly pinch at the black-haired man's nipples. Tugging sharply at it with a keening moan bursting out of his husband only to vibrate into his skin. And God, he was going to melt. He was going to burst into flames if he wasn't careful as he rolled his hips up against his husband eagerly. Each breath seemed to feed into the heat beneath his skin. Like throwing gasoline onto a raging fire to keep it going.

Each breach acting to sizzle him hotter when fingers were tearing him apart at the seam by plucking at his nipples. Hips grinding down against him. He jerked his hips up in another thrust as he tugged at his husband's nipples. Earning himself a groan from the black-haired man who popped off of his spot. Huffing against his chest when the black-haired man pushed himself upwards into a lean above him. Black curls spilled over his shoulders and brushed at those dark red cheeks wildly in a chaotic mess.

A bead of sweat ran down his cheek as brows squeezed tightly together with black lashes fluttering against his cheeks. His mouth hanging open slightly as his closed eyes screwed up with a groan flying out of the man as his chest heaved. His nipples harder than anything between fingers he twisted from side to side slightly. A twist that had his husband's chest arching into his hands when fingers twisted his own nipples weakly. Absent mindedly. Hips moving with a desperation that he could feel infecting his own movements.

Desperate, eager, to reach that orgasm as gasps and pants were taken that only fed the heat under skin. He was so beautiful. He could stare at this man all night and still find him to be the most beautiful thing in the world. From the expression of such concentration on his face to the way his hips snapped back and forth shamelessly. The dark patch on his boxers all too evident, much like the patch on his own thong. The thin sucked up the glistening drops that rubbed off onto Shouta's when the liquid was exceeded.

Could hold no more of his pre-come making a wet mess of the fabric. It had him gasping as he threw his head back with twists and squirms mirroring his husband's as he rubbed himself up against him shamelessly. He swore he'd never been harder. Hotter. He was boiling in his own skin as his erection twitched and throbbed fervently much like his husband's. Huffing, gasping pants were taken with fingers plucking at nipples. He was shuddering with his back arching from the bed eagerly with a thrust up against him.

And then he felt that faint, fluttering orgasm threatening to explode. Threatening to turn into something with each wet drag of those hips over him that had his jumping up. God, he wants nothing more than to get there, get there, get there. Not without Shouta. Not without his husband. But judging by how that erection throbbed against him? How his husband was moving with that urgency? He'd dare to say he was close, close, close. He didn't think they'd get the chance to dry hump like this again but fuck if he wasn't happy for it.

Even if it wasn't exactly dry with the wetness of pre-come making itself known but fuck if he didn't care. He was burning hotter, hotter, hotter than he ever thought he would over a damn thong and a spandex suit. To welcoming his husband home like this. God, he ought to do it more. To put on such a shameless display that clearly turned his husband on like nothing fucking else. He'd have to ask about it later but if it got him this? Well, he'd be more than happy to put on another display for his husband.

He'd be more than happy to put on another sexy get-up and "doll himself up" as his husband has playfully put it in the past. He wanted to be looked at like that again. To feel like his husband found him sexy. Desirable. Grinding up against his husband as he panted raggedly, he tugged sharply at his nipples earning himself a keening cry. Hips working quicker, quicker, quicker. Faster. Pressing down harder as his back arched slightly into his hands. The hands on his own chest trembled when they then slipped from beneath the window.

Instead, they came together to pinch at them through the fabric. And ohhh, the friction burn it gave him as fingers teased his piercings while pinching sharply at his nipples had him howling out as he arched his own chest up. It had him writhing beneath his husband as he bit his lip with a keening moan muffling itself in his throat as that gaze burned down at him. He couldn't see through it but God if it didn't feel like his husband was looking at him through that ruined eye. As if he could possibly see him.

Black lashes fluttered when he instead dropped a hand down to grab at his elbow. Wincing at the rough feel of the scar there from the attack at the USJ that first year. It was softer than it used to be but definitely still rough. God, what would he have done if his husband lost his arm? His leg and eye? He'd be a mess. He didn't want to think about it. No, no, no. He wants to focus on that pleasure pooling like an unbearable pressure in his stomach. Going nowhere but up, up, up in a sensation that ate him up.

That had him gasping when he felt that weak fluttering in his stomach again. It had him damn near drooling at the idea of getting that orgasm he was so desperate to chase after. He wanted Shouta to come with him. To cover him in it. God, what would his husband have to say about that? He wished he could gasp in to say a few sexy words to his husband, but it was too busy flying out of him as he thrusted sharply once, twice, up against his husband who moaned with his back arching. What he'd give to be fucking him senseless.

To have that tight heat wrapped around his throbbing erection but he'd get it. He knew he would. If the hunger in that gaze said anything about it, he knew he'd be getting it. He'd be able to fuck this man like he wants him too. He panted raggedly with a whimper bursting out of him at that twist on his nipples. A twist that had his hips jumping to thrust against Shouta who moaned in that keening, needy pitch. And much to his delight, hips began to snap back and forth to rub down against him again sending sparks up his back.

Fuck him, that fluttering quickly formed a spark in his lower stomach. He thrusted up in time with that rubbing tearing a moan from his husband who pushed off his chest to lean back on his knees. Hips snapping back and forth but it allowed him to gawk over the expanse of his chest. The dark patch on his boxers with his twitching erection straining against it. The way his hips were snapping back and forth with black curls swaying idly around his shoulders. To admire how beautiful his husband was.

He felt utterly breathless at the sight when he watched that chest heave as he panted. Dark eyes, black and deep gray, locked onto him with that hungry desire to get him shaking as he slid his hands from his nipples down his chest to his stomach. Watching muscles jump in a vicious quiver beneath them when he slid his hands towards his waist. Down past his moving hips that snapped in a frenzy to rub them together when he slid his hands down to his thighs. Kneading at them in sliding caress at them.

One that had his husband huffing when he swept his hands up to hold onto his hips. Squeezing as he thrusted up with that rhythmic intention. It had his husband bouncing lightly into the air much to his delight as Shouta pressed down against him firmly. Hard, hard, hard. That spark was twisting tighter, tighter, tighter into his stomach like a damn coal. Chasing up that mountain as he continued his rhythmic thrusting against his husband who moaned down at him with hips pressing down against him.

So close. He was getting so fucking close he was whimpering eagerly. Whimpering in unison with his husband who was squirming with that same eagerness as hips began to move faster. Snapping up harder against his husband who bounced with the movements with curls bouncing around his shoulders. His face. Hips snapping back and forth fast, fast, fast with rubs against him with thighs tensing up slightly as his husband threw his head back. Gasping, panting, wheezing. So close, so close, so close.

He was jerking his hips up faster, faster, faster with his husband rubbing down shamelessly when the black-haired man twisted against him with hands pressing to his chest to hold himself in place when that spark in his stomach tightened. Thighs shaking as he jerked his hips when fingers curled into grasp fistfuls of the spandex to shaking hands. His world was shrinking, shrinking, shrinking to a boiling point where nothing mattered but pleasure. Where nothing mattered but his husband. Shouta, Shouta, Shouta!

He could hear his own voice rising to a slurred babble broken by chants of his husband's name. Gasping. Shouting. Crying out to Shouta, Shouta, Shouta as he felt himself stiffening up as he danced on that precipice. Coming, coming, coming. His thighs shook when he was tumbling off that peak with his husband clutching at his suit tightly as his knees slid over the bed to press against his waist. Hands shaking when his husband wailed out a slurred chant of his name that dripped out of him shamelessly.

Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi! Yes, yes, yes! It had him shaking as he stiffened up with tingles racing up his tensing thighs only to explode into his stomach. And God, he couldn't stop himself from howling back. From shouting his own slurred chain of 'yes, yes, yes!' as he threw his head back to the pillow. Stiffened beneath the black-haired man who tensed up above him. Shaking, shaking, shaking that white hot heat slammed into him. Eating him up. Ripping him apart. Slamming over him leaving him hot, hot, hot.

That white-hot heat throbbing as he felt the spurts of come soaking into his thong making a wet mess. Sticky. So hot, so hot, so hot. He pressed himself up shamelessly against his husband who was shaking, shaking, shaking in his hands. Gasping. Choking on air. Trying to breathe, breathe, breathe yet it merely aided in another throb. Another wave of that unbearable white-hot heat. So good, so good, so good! Too good, too good, too good! He was shaking. Choking. He was drowning, drowning, drowning.

Choking, choking, choking. So hot, so hot, so hot. The white-hot heat seemed to urge another throb of his erection. Damn near pulsing with each spurt leaving him. That heat was burning up beneath his skin as he shook under the weight. Never-ending. Choking. Drowning under the heat. And then, mercifully, his orgasm began to claw its way out of him. White-hot heat throbbing in time with his erection with each spurt leaving him that soaked through his thong. Thrusting weakly to aid each spurt frantically leaving him.

Twisting movements he made until he was left with a croaking sound in the back of his throat. Holding onto his husband desperately who let out a rushing, heavy sigh. A rush as his thighs shook before the black-haired man rolled off of him. Landing on the bed next to him causing them both to bounce wildly from the impact. With huffing pants being taken between the both of them. Then he glanced down with a whine at the frantic twitching of his erection as come soaked into his thong. A wet mess.

He whimpered then when an arm curled around his heaving chest. Tugging him close when he fought the urge to roll. The last thing he wanted was to drip onto the blankets or anything of the sort, but his husband seemed to understand it. A leg was thrown over his thighs as his husband cuddled into his side with lips kissing the side of his face when he felt droplets streaking down his forehead to his temples. Into his hair. He rolled his head over the pillow with his arm snaking beneath Shouta's waist.

Doing so to curl around him to hold him close. And then he was giggling breathlessly in between in his panting when Shouta began to press kisses to his cheeks. The bridge of his nose. The arch of his brow. The tip and side of his nose. The corner of his mouth. It had him giggling as Shouta tightened his arm and leg around him with the wetness of his crotch soaking into his waist, but he didn't care. Not one bit. He turned his head to roll his torso slightly with a giggle as he began to kiss Shouta's face.

The quiet sound of his lips over his stubble ringing out. He wanted nothing more than to shower this man with all the affection in the world. He kissed his red face with a bead of sweat smearing under his lips. Kissing at his husband when he rolled back dragging the man on top of him as he curled his arms around his waist. Nuzzling his nose and lips into his hot cheek when he got a breathless laugh from his panting husband who snuck an arm beneath his neck. A hand coming up to swipe at the sweat rolling down his forehead.

Full lips nuzzling into his cheek in response with a lazy hum leaving his husband's as he began to slid his hands up and down his back. It was uncomfortable feeling so soaked from his thong and the wetness of his husband's groin adding to it. But he could think around it. He was used to being soaked through anyhow from countless times they'd dry humped like this. However, Shouta squirmed slightly above him as if he were trying to get comfortable. As if he were trying to think around that squishing wetness.

He kissed that red cheek before leaning down to trail his lips along his jawline. Kissing, nipping, at the black-haired man playfully which got him a lazy hum in response when the black-haired man sighed out sharply. And the arm around his neck was dragging both of them up into a sitting position that had him groaning but he moved with him. Lips pressed to his forehead when a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face before Shouta climbed off his lap. He groaned wanting to keep him close in that euphoria.

Wanting to lay back again but Shouta merely reached down to tug his soaked thong down gently. Reaching in to pull his softening erection out before turning to the bedside table where the wipes sat. Opening the top with a crack, wipes were grabbed at when Shouta shifted before tugging his own boxers down with a flinch as he worked the soaked fabric off. If only his would be so easy. He wished his could be that easy. But then his husband turned to him after bunching his boxers up on the bedside table with wipes in hand.

And lips were nuzzling his cheek before the black-haired man was wiping him clean. Gently lifting and holding his softening erection up to wipe along the underside delicately to clean him off with a soft hum. He watched in a daze as Shouta gently worked him clean before tossing the used wipes away. Tugging out a few more to clean himself off and he rolled forward onto his knees to curl his arms around his husband. He nuzzled the side of his husband's neck while he focused his gaze over his shoulder.

Watching as he cleaned his softening erection off with a husky hum. He leaned his head against his husband when he began to sway them together idly with his lashes fluttering shut to his hot cheeks briefly when he got another lazy hum from his husband. Swaying side to side idly before Shouta turned his head to kiss his cheek softly. And he happily smothered that feverish in kisses as he nuzzled him softly. Much to his delight, a hand coming up to interlock with his when he hummed softly at his husband.

Swaying gently side to side, he couldn't help a soft sigh when Shouta's head tilted back further then turning towards him when he happily took the hint. Pressing his lips to Shouta's, he all but melted at how sweetly this man kissed him. How tender. It was an adoring, loving kiss that had him damn near wailing as he moved his tingling lips against those full ones gently. Slowly. As if, now that the heat had passed, he could take his time with it. But there was always time to appreciate the touch of their lips.

God knows he loves and adores each time he had those plush, full lips against his; especially now. How soft, swollen, they felt against his from the frantic kisses they'd traded before. They'd only swell up later with a puffy appearance just like his own would from the kisses. Something that would be inevitable to stop themselves from sharing together. To not kiss Shouta was impossible not to give in to. Sliding his lips tenderly with Shouta's, he felt a hand come up to touch his hot cheek before cupping it, albeit awkwardly.

His lashes fluttered on his cheeks with his glasses slipping down his nose. Fuck, he hoped he didn't crack them. He quick breaths fanned over his cheek with another quiet hum leaving the black-haired man when their lips parted with a gentle smack. And he couldn't stop himself from giggling when the tip of his husband's nose was nuzzling against his. Moving in that gentle side to side motion, he found himself copying. Nuzzling his nose to Shouta's. An adoring action he'd never get enough of

Then he pulled back slightly to lean his forehead against Shouta's. Swaying, swaying, swaying when he sighed out. He knew the suit would need to come off. That he needed to clean up properly. But he couldn't deny he did want to fuck him with it on. He wanted to take his thong off and put this back on if his husband asked him to do so. If they could make love with it on, then he'd be more than happy to do it. But until then, he wanted to relish the warmth. In the sweetness that always followed sex effortlessly.

God, there was something so damn good about this adoration he was sharing with his husband as he squeezed at the hand in his. Swaying idly when Shouta pulled back to kiss at the tip of his nose when he leaned up to kiss his forehead with a sigh leaving the man. He rested his head once against his husband's; swaying slowly side to side with a bead of sweat running down the side of his neck. The back of it. Along his cheek towards his jaw but he happily ignored it when his husband nuzzled at him.

"I lo-love you, Zashi, you know that? Even if you are a cra-crazy, kinky bastard! I ca-can't believe you welcomed me ho-home like that!" He couldn't help giggling when he pulled back to look at the awe on his husband's face when he kissed at the tip of his nose then causing it to scrunch up. An adorable reaction that he couldn't get enough of when the black-haired man smiled so damn sweetly it had his heart skipping. "You-You should do that more. Wel-Welcome me home li-like that, I mean!"

"Now that-" Leaning his head forward, his forehead thudding slickly against his husband's when he giggled out with his husband chuckling softly. The hand on his cheek stroking it awkwardly which smeared a droplet of sweat over his skin when the hand in his tightened again. Sliding his thumb along Shouta's, he couldn't stop that smile from curling over his lips in the euphoric afterglow of his orgasm. There was no stopping it. "I think ca-can be arranged to happen, baby! I am definitely doi-doing this again!"

"Good! Now, ho-how about we get that soaked thong of yours off an-and we clean you up prop-properly?"

"Oh? You don't want me to-to fuck you with the suit on? My, my! I'd thi-think that's right up your all-alley, given yo-you're also a kinky bastard! Had m-mmmy husband cha-changed on me?"

"When di-did I say that I didn't want you too?" His face burned when he pulled back to find that wide, bemused smile on his husband's lips. Then those smiling lips pressed to the tip of his nose before he was letting go of his hand and standing up leaving him teetering on his knees before he sat back on his heels. And God, there was something hot in watching Shouta cock a hip like that when he had not a stitch on him. It was distracting in the best way possible. "Now move it! I have ano-another round in me, how 'bout you?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely I got an-another one! Let's go!"

"That's wh-what I thought!"