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!

31. Dealing the Blows

If there was anything in this life that Hizashi loved, it was the confidence he could see budding in his husband. Oh, there was a delight in seeing how confident, how bold, his husband had become over the span of three challenges. His husband had been in a cocoon of his own making but the challenges seemed to help him flourish. There was nothing he adored more than to see the confidence in Shouta. To see how bold he could be when it came to his displays of affection during their moments alone.

When the black-haired man was utter putty in his hands while remaining bold. Remaining confident in vocalizing just what he wanted from him and when he wanted it. There was nothing he loved more than knowing that his husband was going nowhere but up in his confidence. In his boldness. It was like watching a butterfly unfurling its wings before his very eyes. It was beautiful. It was aweing. And if he was honest with himself, it was one hundred percent a turn on.

There was nothing sexier than being able to gawk at his husband who would strut out in a towel when only a few years ago he would dress in the bathroom. When Shouta would strip himself of his clothing without breathing a word for him to do so. When his husband seemed to take pleasure in having his eyes on him. It was something Shouta had mentioned once or twice; that he likes having him watch when he was doing something even the slightest bit sexual.

And he couldn't deny that his heart would pound in his chest each time he got to see a new side of his husband. A new part of him that left him in awe that this man could constantly evolve. That he was consistently changing. There was something heart racing, thrilling, about it and there was nothing he wanted more than to see how his husband would continue to change. How he would continue to grow bold and confident. It left him feeling eager to see what would come next.

There was nothing sexier than the way the black-haired man didn't seem to flinch away from something new off of their list. How he didn't have to gently soothe his anxieties about wanting to try something new. Their first challenge had been filled with them; had been filled with embarrassment, shyness, worry, and anxiety about how the other would react to a request that the other would make. Worried that, somehow, their choice would be seen as odd or strange by the other.

That they would be judged. It took them awhile to gather steam but when they did? When they came together to have fun with that first challenge? Well, there was nothing that could stop them from exploring further. Nothing to stop them from taking the chances that they wanted to take together. He couldn't tell, after all this time, who had been more disappointed at the end of their first challenge; himself or Shouta. However, to follow it up with a second challenge? And a third one?

He could still recall how the black-haired man lit up with delight when he presented the second challenge to him, just days after Christmas. The black-haired man had looked more delighted at the chance than over any of his presents that he'd opened days prior. And then, of course, there was that same glowing eyed, pink cheeked delight when Shouta came to him with the third challenge to him. There was nothing he adored more than the pride sparkle that the black-haired man when he'd brought up a third challenge.

He'd been somewhat hesitant when bringing up the idea but had grown quickly happy when he all but agreed to it. They had come together unanimously to agree that three challenges were all that they had in them. Three long, good chapter of fifty things to choose from to try together. Three challenges to learn these new and exciting things together. It was amazing how much Shouta had been reluctant when the first challenge had started but to see him come around?

To see him growing bolder? Confident? There was nothing he adored more than knowing that he helped facilitate that. To hold his husband's hand to guide him through it without there being a drop of shame. There's nothing he adored more than knowing that he was helping his husband gain that confidence and boldness of his that he adored. That he admired. It was light night and day; how shy his husband had been during their first challenge and how he had come out of his shell in the second challenge.

And now? Well, he'd dare to say that now there was no chance of a shell. There was no chance of Shouta being the shy, sweet thing he'd been when they first started these challenges together. He couldn't deny, in some ways, he did miss that shyness. He missed how cute his husband was and how he'd turn red. Defensive. How he would want to do something so badly but was so embarrassed by it. He sometimes missed how sweet his husband had been back then.

How hesitant and shy he'd been. As if he were mortified to be doing those things but halfway through their first challenge before he had come round. He had been happy to indulge in the challenges with his husband. Even if this was their last one, if this was the final hurrah, he didn't mind it so much. Not as much as he thought he would. After all, Shouta had done beautifully with the first challenge and then the second.

The black-haired man has done so beautifully it was honestly amazing. Aweing. And he couldn't wait to see what this third challenge would do for them. There was nothing he wanted more than to explore their options. To let their sex life blossom outwards the way that it had been. The challenges seemed to do nothing but strengthen their bonds together. He couldn't wait to see what this third challenge was going to give them.

If anything, he was giddy at the thought of choosing something off of the list that would give them a new chance to explore something new. A new chance to learn something knew about one another. In the days following their anonymous sex, he couldn't deny that he'd felt strangely desperate to touch his husband. He had never thought in a million years that he would find his husband fucking someone else to be hot. He didn't think that he would even get off to the sight of his husband fucking another man.

Someone who wasn't him. But the black-haired man had been absolutely beautiful. It had been breathtaking watching Shouta pin the man to the bed and ride him the way that he had. To watch those black curls flying around his shoulders. The way his thighs flexed. His back arched slightly with hips snapping up and down. To be able to admire the way that his ass jiggled lightly with those hard drops downwards.

The way his fingers curled slightly on the man's chest with hips moving eagerly to fuck himself on that man's erection. To get to a finish line quickly as possible without being too careless to the man beneath him. To watch Shouta as he was thrown onto his side with his thigh curved up high. Allowing him to watch that erection slip in and out of that twitching hole. To admire the way his husband moaned lowly and squirmed, twisted and arched.

The way he had thrown his head back, how he kept his moans pitched low as he could, and swallowed the whines and whimpers he missed. There had been something beautiful in watching his husband fuck another man. There had been a beauty in watching the black-haired man fucking someone else so readily. So eagerly. It was enough to leave him in awe when he finally got to fuck the man that night. Oh, he'd been unable to keep his hands to himself following that romp.

He'd been more turned on than he ever thought he'd be over a choice like that. Sure, it stung just the smallest bit to watch Shouta fuck another man but it was hot. It had been a strange turn on that he hadn't been expecting. It left him curious on if that was how his husband felt when he watched him fuck Enji. There was so much about the situation that he didn't know the answers too and he likes not knowing. He likes being kept in the dark.

He likes not knowing exactly what had been going through Shouta's head while he fucked another man. The memory of that night was hotter than anything. Shouta seemed proud of himself; a bit cocky but definitely proud of himself for having done that and he couldn't fault him for it. It was amazing. In this state of euphoria, the two of them were bonded tighter together than ever. Shouta was far more physically affectionate than he'd ever been and he was eating it up.

Absolutely devouring the attention give to him by his husband. It was late one night while his husband went out to get his "zoomies" out of his system that he had turned to their list. Pulling it out of the pillow cause to skim over when he found himself reading the same option over and over again before he forced his eyes to focus on it. To stare intently at it before he'd begun to think it over. Something that he turned over in his head again and again curiously.

Sadism. It was a word that he recognized, that he didn't quite know off of the back of his hand, but he recognized it nonetheless. It only took a simple google search for him to realize why it sounded so familiar. Pain, humiliation, degradation all had their place in sadism. The joy, the arousal, in delivering it to someone else was key in this kink. He'd stared at the definition for a moment then shut his laptop screen when his husband had come in from his "zoomies" run.

While he'd shut the book on it that night, he was more than eager to look more into it. It was one of those kinks, one of those choices, that he had a general idea about. After all, how hard could it truly be? While he wasn't exactly into a lot of humiliation, he knew that his husband was. Shouta was a glutton for humiliation no matter the context or the setting. He'd been euphoric after their erotic humiliation and even if they never did it again at least he knew what his husband liked.

Sadism was something that involved pain, degradation and humiliation, two of which he could give to his husband without thinking twice. He swore, as often as crooned those sweet praises at his husband there were moments when the black-haired man seemed to get riled up when he was using that degrading language. When he let himself get more and more vulgar without caring about a thing in the world.

Knowing that Shouta was getting off of on it was all he needed to continue on with it. He couldn't deny that he was perhaps a bit of a sadist in the same way Shouta admitted to being a bit of a masochist. There was something thrilling, exciting, when it came to the punishments that they doled out. There was something so unbelievably exciting when he was cracking the paddles down on Shouta's ass while the man wailed out.

Something exciting about the way his husband moaned when they were fucking and he cracked his hand down on his ass. His thigh. When he was dealing out just a bit of pain to make sex hotter. More of a turn on. And knowing that his husband accepted it all without batting a lash? Without complaint? That was hot in and of itself. The idea that he could somehow dole out that pain only for his husband to take it without complaint? It was hot. It always had been.

There had been nothing he loved more than cracking his hand down on his husband's ass during sex. On his thighs. To claw at him. To have the man squirming beneath him when he held him all the tighter with all the desire in the world. To squeeze him until he swore, he could feel his bones perfectly beneath his hand. There was nothing he adored more. When he knew that his husband was deriving some kind of pleasure from the pain that he gave whether it was intentional or unintentional.

There was nothing he wanted to do more than to give his husband pleasure. To constantly evolve on their sex life was merely a bonus. Something that he absolutely adored. And so, after his google searches into sadism, he found himself rather intrigued. Interested. The way that the blogs, the articles, and definitions laid it out made it sound rather simple. Rather easy when it came right down to it. He understood perfectly what he was reading and he found himself eager to learn more.

Learn what he could. It was only on Wednesday, the second to last week of March, that his husband had turned to him. That all too familiar sparkle to his dark eye as he questioned if he had picked anything off of the list. It was so casual, so effortless, that he found himself laughing. Found himself tugging Shouta onto the bed where he cuddled up to him and nuzzled his face into his throat. Nipping at his earlobe playfully.

And without a drop of hesitation, he had explained his theory. The idea that he might be a bit of a sadist. Explained what he'd been researching, what he'd read, and the information he had gathered. His husband had seemed all too interested in touching this side of him as he eagerly questioned him. There was nothing that gave him more pleasure than watching Shouta's face glitter with excitement as they went back and forth together about what something like this could mean.

What it would mean for him in particular. And together they came up with a game plan idea; a night to do a scene together. To implement some type of punishment that would allow him to dole out the pain like he did every other time they had a punishment scene. Only this time, with a clearer view on things, he would be able to evaluate if he really was a sadist. He had no doubts that he was; after all, who would get hard after spanking their partner? Their husband?

He kept that bit to himself but he'd been all too eager to agree to a scene together. Once they agreed on a time, a day, there was an excitement to his husband. A sparkle to that dark eye and spots of pink that popped on his cheeks. An eager, excited smile on those full lips when the black-haired man met his gaze boldly. Without so much as flinching away from him. And what was better? Shouta was acting like a damn brat. Oh, he knew it was just to get him riled up.

To give him a reason behind this punishment However, there was something about seeing Shouta be bratty that got him going. To see his husband acting cocky, independent, and sharp tongued was his favorite thing about the black-haired man. His husband put on his best performance of that bratty behavior and he was eating it up like he did every other time his husband put up an attitude. While they'd kept it simple what they wanted from the scene there was no denying that Shouta was trying to put on a show.

Was trying to put up a front. One that he could use later when he was spanking the black-haired man or when he was flogging him. It was a ruse, a play on his patience to see how far it could be stretched. To see how far that the black-haired man could push him. And he liked to believe he was quite good at keeping his head despite the consistent attitude from Shouta. The huffy, second guessing attitude of his. The cocky, know-it-all behavior that always rubbed him the wrong way.

Whatever Shouta could do to irritate him, to get him angry, was what the black-haired man did. He did it with that coy little smile twitching onto his full lips before he could duck his head away. As if he were pleased by his choice in words and attitude. In his actions. And he couldn't deny he found it exciting. He found everything about what his husband did to be thrilling. The cocky little smile on his lips, the way those black brows raised at him, and the way he cocked his hip?

The way that he would meet his gaze evenly with such an intensity before doing something utterly bratty? The snappish tone his husband would take up with him? Oh, all of it was fucking exciting and his husband knew it. He knew so and that's what made it all the more thrilling when his husband would put on his best, bratty attitude that he could muster. His husband seemed to delight in this cocky, short behavior of his and he adored watching his husband dig himself into a hole.

They'd agreed that Saturday they'd do a scene, when Eri and Hitoshi were out of the house for the night. While they didn't need to wait, given how sound proofed their room was, they couldn't deny it was easier when the kids were out of the house. And with each day that flickered by, his husband's attitude seemed to get worse and worse. While it set his teeth on edge, there was a delight in watching his husband dig his hole deeper and deeper.

There was nothing he adored more than to humor this bratty attitude of his husband's. Even if it was all for the sake of finding out if he truly was sadist, in indulging in that sadism, it was exciting. He felt like he as approaching a holiday; something that put a pep to his step. Left his face feeling warm. His chest tight with the anticipation. When he'd left Friday night for the radio station, his husband had been the brattiest he'd seen him be all week. It was absolutely amazing.

He didn't like encouraging that behavior but there was something thrilling knowing that soon enough he'd be spanking, whipping, caning and flogging the attitude out of his husband. That he was going to get that man howling from the use of the paddles. To whack, cane and flog until his husband's legs trembled viciously and he was harder than anything. All of it winding up to tonight. Standing before their bed, Hizashi drifted his fingers over the blanket lightly with a soft hum leaving him.

Laid out on the bed was the paddle, the flogger, the cane, and the whip of theirs. All waiting to be used. He couldn't help the way his heart was jumping wildly in his chest as he stared down at the familiar toys. What did he want to start off with first? He felt he always started off with the paddles so tonight he wanted to change it up. Do something new. His husband would waltz out of the bathroom expecting to be bent over and spanked first.

There was nothing that riled his husband up like a good old fashioned spanking; if anything, he swore it was his husband's favorite punishment. Same with using the cane on the backs and inner portions of his thighs. They'd been building up to this for days with Shouta's attitude worsening in that playful way of his. Whether it was authentic or put on, he had not a clue but he was all too ready to spank it out of the other man.

He drifted his fingers over the handle of the paddle when he then drifted his fingers over to tap his fingers against the handle of the cane. The whip. And then he picked up the flogger with its leather strips dangling from the end as he held the handle in his hand. Tonight was going to be about punishment. About pain. It was going to be doling out the smallest of humiliation and definitely degradation towards his husband. Tonight was going to be about indulging and expressing that sadism.

Taking pleasure inflicting pain onto his husband who would accept it eagerly. Greedily. They really were like two sides of a coin, weren't they? It had him smiling softly to himself as he twirled the flogger around in his hands when he listened to the flush of the toilet and the rushing water of the sink. His husband had insisted upon a shower tonight, to clean himself up, and he didn't think twice about it. He let the black-haired man do what he needed too to make sure that he was ready for tonight.

Their scenes always took a heavy toll whether it was on him or on Shouta, but tonight it would be controlled. He had a vague sense of what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do this. He was ready to navigate the both of them through this scene together. There hadn't been any specific requests from his husband; all the black-haired man had asked of him was that he didn't hesitate. That he does what he felt was natural to do and they'd go from there.

That Shouta would tell him if there was any true pain through the pleasure. More pain than intended. That was the one thing he only ever asked of his husband and Shouta was generally good with that. With letting him know if there was too much pain. Tonight, he was going to try to balance that pleasure and pain together. Something for the two of them to enjoy together was all that he wanted. He couldn't deny he had a bit of a sadistic side.

After all, how could he not when he looked back on their previous scenes? There was no surprise he'd get harder than anything when he spanked Shouta but he always thought it was simply because of his husband's moans and whines. Whimpers and groans. The breathless cries that left him each time the paddle came cracking down on the black-haired man's ass. He thought that had been the reason he always got so excited. He couldn't deny that he adored spanking his husband.

Caning his thighs. There was an enjoyment that had him in awe; shock that he hadn't recognized it sooner. But standing before the bed with their toys sitting out, he can't shake that excitement. That giddy, rushing excitement that had his stomach dropping and his heart jumping in his chest. He turned the flogger over in his hand again and again as he listened to the muffle sound of water rushing into the sink. Was Shouta getting himself ready?

Was he washing up after cleaning himself out? Was he preparing himself? He couldn't stop his eyes from flicking towards the closed bathroom door where the light glowed beneath the crack of it. The faint dark spot where his husband stood by the sink. He hummed softly to himself when he shifted with the flogger in hand, his hair swaying against his back. He'd changed into his leather pants, ditched his shirt, and his spiked boots on his feet.

He'd gotten himself ready after the shower, spritzed himself with his cologne lightly and his hair laid in a straight curtain down his back where the ends tickled his lower back. Without his noticing it had grown longer. He didn't mind the new length and neither did his husband it seemed. He shifted them with his boots thudding over the floor quietly as he fought the urge to walk over to the bathroom door.

He dragged his teeth over his lower lip with his eyes locked on the bathroom door with his fingers twisting over the handle of his flogger. His gaze locked onto the bathroom door. When they had agreed pain would be the main factor tonight, Shouta hadn't seemed the least bit nervous. But could it be that his nerves were hitting him now? Was he in there possibly panicking? Trying to draw it out as long as possible to work up the courage to come out?

The last thing he wanted was for his husband to be nervous over a scene. For him to feel fearful over something that was supposed to be fun. Something that's supposed to help wash away the stressors of the week. There was something so nice in feeling that tension rolling away from himself and his husband. When they got to relax after a long, stressful week at work. There was nothing more he wanted than to know his husband still wanted to do this.

That he was still interested in discovering this with him. He placed the flogger down on the bed, listening to the water running in the bathroom, as he shuffled forward before walking along the foot of the bed. He knew he could be overthinking it but he wanted to make sure his husband was okay. That he wanted to do this with him. All he needed to be sure of was that the consent was still being given. That his husband was still interested in doing something like this.

He walked forward with his boots thudding gently over the carpeted floor as he turned at the corner of their bed. The need to make sure his husband was alright was all too strong. After all, he'd be facing pain tonight, pleasure, but he needed to make sure that his husband still wanted this. That he wasn't, for some reason, panicking in the bathroom. He knew the chances of that were low but he wanted to make sure that his husband was alright.

Just to check in before they started the scene together when the door finally opened and they started their scene. Approaching the door, his boots thudding softly over the carpeted floor, he listened over the sound of water. Listening for anything but when he got nothing, he raised his hand up and gently rapped his knuckles against the wooden door before clearing his throat. Just a check in. To make sure that they both still wanted this; he refused to go through with it if his husband didn't want to do this.

"Baby? Are you okay in there?" He called out gently with his hand resting on the cool wood of the door when he fidgeted slightly before drumming his fingers lightly on the door when he licked his lip to wet them slightly when he caught the quiet shuffling through the door when he leaned forward. Pushing lightly against the door. "If you don't want to do this, if you've changed your mind, then that's okay! Just let me know, okay, baby? Keep me in the loop, alright? I just want to make sure you're still okay doing this!"

There was silence for a heartbeat when the sound of the water in the bathroom cutting off had him holding his breath. Listening to a shuffling on the other side of the door when there was the sound of a breath being taken then exhaling when he dragged his teeth over his lip. Was Shouta going to cancel this? Was this going to be too much? Or would he surprise him? There was another shuffle then the light rattle of the door knob. "I'm alright, love. I promise that I'm ready to do this with you. Are you alright with still doing this?"

His husband's voice was raised just enough to get past the wood when he smiled softly. His fingers splaying out on the cool wood. He pushed off of it so he wasn't leaning against it as he drummed his fingers on the wood before dragging his teeth over his lip. Letting go of it to call back. "I'm perfectly fine with this, baby! I'm more than ready for it! I just wanted to make sure you were okay beforehand, you know? It's okay to be nervous about this! Or to be anxious! I just didn't want you to panic in there, you know?"

"I understand, Zashi." His husband's voice was raised yet muffled by the wood when he stepped back a step, his boots thudding over the floor when the doorknob turned. He curled his arms behind his back when the door cracked open with steam pouring out. And then his husband was appearing in the crack, looking up at him from under black lashes. Damp, wild curls brushing his pink cheeks. A towel wrapped securely around his waist when Shouta fidgeted as the door opened wider. "I'm ready for this, love. I trust you."

It warmed his heart like nothing else. And then the door was opened up with his husband standing before him in that towel with a determined sparkle to his dark eye. He stepped back again with his hands raising up as Shouta stepped forward with hands sliding into his. Curling up to his forearms as the space between them was closed quickly with Shouta stepping forward quickly. "I trust you too, baby. I trust you to tell me if it becomes too much, yeah? Now, how about we go over the rules for tonight?"

"No blood is to be drawn, I need to keep tabs on the pain, and I need to keep you in the loop on if it hurts too much." The hands on his forearms slid down with hands slipping back into his as Shouta stepped forward with that dark eye glowing warmly at him. Even the soft gray of his right eye managed to glow up at him with that warmth. "We use our color system for check ins. Green is good, yellow is for a breather, and red is to stop. Our safe-word is emerald and I can use it whenever I need too."

"What a good boy you are, remembering all of that so well!" Watching his husband beam at him in delight made his damn night. And whether they said it aloud or not, he knew the start of their scene was now. Right now. He swore he could see Shouta slipping into submissive role; sinking into the familiarity of the moment. Hands squeezed at his when he tugged his husband closer to him causing him to stumble lightly forward. "Daddy is proud of you, you know that? So, if you know what to do, kitten, then are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, Daddy." His husband sounded breathless; like he'd hit him in just the right place. Touched the submissive part of him that was melting under his touch as he pulled his hand away from Shouta's hand to come up to cup his chin gently. His thumb stretching up to rub over that full bottom lip as his husband swayed on his feet. A slight smile twitching on those full lips as his husband met his gaze without so much as a flinch. Glittering black and soft, cloudy gray.

"Then I think we'd better go over your punishment, shouldn't we? You've been an insufferable, cocky little brat lately! You've been pushing and taunting all week long so I think that should be ten hits with the flogger!" A shiver ran over his husband then as he pressed his thumb against his bottom lip. Breaths trembling over his thumb as he rubbed gently at it. "And let's see, should I cane you for fucking another man and being happy about it? Should I include that in your punishment too? Punish you for enjoying it like a slut?"

"Maybe! Maybe I deserve to be punished for fucking another man!" The breathless note to his husband's voice had his heart jumping in his chest wildly when he slid his thumb off of his lip. Tracing beneath it with the tip of his thumb, tracing the shape of it, with the black-haired man swaying forward with that sparkle to his gaze. Excitement. The wrong reaction one should have when being threatened with a flogger but it had his stomach fluttered when Shouta swallowed. "I might just need that, Daddy!"

"Then you'll get twenty hits with the flogger. Ten for being such an insufferable little fucker and ten for fucking another man then. Then twelve swats with the cane on your thighs." He gently pinched his husband's chin to tilt his face up where he admired the spots of red that were popping on his husband's cheeks. Lashes fluttered beautifully at him with lips parting with that excited sparkle to his gaze. "Now, why don't you take that towel off and bend over for Daddy so we can get started, yeah?"

He loved the shudder that ran over his husband. The way that eye sparkled at him when he let go of his husband's hand allowing those hands to drop to the makeshift waistband of his towel. Unwrapping it then letting it fall in a heap around his feet when his husband then stumbled forward to lay himself out on the bed. The same way he would if he were using the paddle which he would be using. Later. He'd be using it on his husband later.

For now, he wanted to use the flogger. He turned on his feet, boots thudding over the carpeted floor, as he walked towards the bed again to scoop up that flogger. The tails of it swaying as he turned it around in his hands when he found that sparkling dark eye on him. Eyeballing the flogger that he held in his hand as he grinned at the black-haired man wickedly. Delightedly. He then took a breath then let it out as he walked around the bed once again and taking his place behind the black-haired man again.

Drifting the ends of the floggers tails over his husband's lower back; watching goosebumps break over his skin. And he then trailed it down over his ass. It was going to be taking the brunt of most of the punishment tonight. He'd target his upper back with what he had, carefully and methodically, he was going to take this man apart with the pain he was going to inflict. He drifted the toy over his husband's ass lightly with the black-haired man squirming slightly.

His hips leaning back eagerly with fingers twisting into the blanket. Holding onto it. God, his husband was beautiful. Damp curls brushing over his skin, against his face, with the flush of the shower lingering on his chest. His shoulders. The blush that was forming on his cheeks was absolutely stunning. Beautiful. His skin glowed in the low lighting of their bedroom and there was nothing he adored more.

His husband looked absolutely, stunningly beautiful as his hips angled themselves backwards ever so slightly. Eager for this long before they started. He could see that now; the eagerness that had been mounting in his husband throughout the day. His gaze flicked to the bedside table where he had the wipes, a condom and the lube resting on its surface. Ready for him when it was time to use them. His breaths came slowly, evenly as he drifted the flogger over his husband's ass again and again.

The tails slipping over his skin before he pulled back. His husband took a trembling breath then held it down when he raised his arm up then brought it down. The tails cracked against his husband's skin with a blow that had them both jumping in response to the deafening sound. His husband yelped in response to the sharp blow but he then breathed out a single word to him. One. It had heat flickering over his skin at that breathless tone of his husband's when he pulled his arm backwards.

The tails of the flogger swinging. And then he brought it back down with a swatting crack on his husband's skin ringing out in the bedroom. Two. He already felt hot as he yanked his arm back eagerly with his husband's hips angling back with that shared eagerness while fingers plucked at the blanket. He couldn't quite make out his husband's face from this angle but he had no doubt it was red as he brought the flogger down. Three.

The crack of the tails against his husband's skin were absolutely deafening in the quiet of the bedroom. It left him eager for another hit. Another whack. He brought his arm back, his feet planted apart, as he then brought the flogger down on his husband's ass who yelped out the number. Four. He brought his arm back and in quick succession, he brought the flogger down on his husband's ass a fifth, sixth, and seventh time.

Loving the shrill cry that left his husband at those three rapid hits to which he trailed the flogger over his cheeks. There were already red lines forming on his husband's ass from the hard hits of the flogger. A whimper flew out of the black-haired man when he continued to trail the flogger over his skin gently, calmingly. The black-haired man shifted his weight from his left foot to his prosthetic as he leaned forward with his hips jutting back.

Trailing the flogger over his husband's skin softly, gently, the black-haired man whimpered at him again when he then brought his arm back. Bringing it forward to crack down on his husband's ass the number flew out of the black-haired man effortlessly. Eight. He pulled his arm back again with the black-haired man whimpering shrilly at him; as if he were begging for another hit already. Another cracking strike of the floggers tails against his skin.

He swallowed as he felt that heat tingle over his skin in flickering flashes as his cheeks burned with a blush. Mesmerized by the way his husband rocked gently from foot to foot as if he were preparing himself for another hit. Fingers tugging at the blanket from what he could see when he took a trembling breath when he then brought the flogger down sharply on his husband's ass. Nine. The black-haired man jumped at the touch of the flogger against his skin with a shrill yelp leaving the man.

He was in awe. Watching how his husband took each hit bravely and without a single complaint leaving him. Watching his skin growing redder with each crack of the flogger against his skin. It had his cheeks burning as he felt his dick twitch curiously in response to the excitement twisting into his stomach. Clawing into his chest. It had his heart sprinting quickly against his chest as he tightened his hand on the floggers handle.

Watching his husband shift his weight from foot to foot once again as if he were antsy. Eager. Impatient. Knowing his husband, he was an utter glutton for punishments like this. Punishments in general if he was honest with himself. Bringing the flogger down, the crack of the tails against his husband's skin was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom. It was a shot of sound that had his stomach fluttering wildly with his heart jumping to his throat.

Watching the soft red lines on his husband's ass deepening with each swatting crack that he gave. Ten. Only ten more. And then, then, then he'd be breaking out the cane to use on the back of his husband's thighs. On his sensitive inner thighs. It had him absolutely eager as he took a breath that trembled on the way down to which he swallowed. Trying to pace himself to keep this from ending too soon. The last thing he wanted was for this to be over long before it could really, properly start.

He swallowed again then, tightening his grip on the handle, he brought the flogger down on his husband's ass with a cry leaving the black-haired man at the sharp hit. Eleven. Heat flashed over his skin as his hair trembled and swayed against his back, over his shoulders, as he brought the flogger back with the tails swaying in the air then bringing it down. A cracking strike against his husband's skin that rang out with the black-haired man whimpering at him. Twelve.

Trailing the tails over his husband's skin lightly, over the soft red lines on his skin, he found himself riveted to the way his husband squirmed. Twisted. As if, somehow, it was overstimulating to him. As if there was too much sensitivity to the black-haired man's skin for him to bear it already. They had it all planned out tonight; the flogger then the paddle. The cane on the back of his thighs and inner thighs if he felt it was enough.

Pain was going to be the main factor tonight and him being the one to deal it out was going to make his night. There was nothing he wanted more than to make this man howl out with the pleas for him to do something. To fuck him. To touch him. The plea for no more spankings. It had his skin ripping with heat merely imagining how this man was going to whimper and whine, plead and barter with him later on in the night. How he was going to react to their second round.

The second half of the scene that the both of them had talked and worked out together. There was nothing he wants more than to do it. To get them through this. He brought the flogger back then cracked it down on his husband's waiting ass rather than letting himself get too wrapped up in his thoughts. Thirteen. His husband squirmed, twisted, with trembling breaths being taken eagerly as he shifted his weight from foot-to-foot in that antsy manner of his.

As if there was something he wanted to do but was stopping himself from doing so. He shuddered with his heart jumping in his chest as he trailed the flogger over his skin lightly in circles. Caressing his skin before pulling his arm back with trembling breaths being taken by the both of them as heat flashed under his skin once more. He likes this. He likes this so, so much. Maybe, just maybe, that made him a sadist because he adored inflicting this type of pain on his husband.

The pleasurable type of pain that had the black-haired man squirming the way that he was. The way he was shifting his weight from foot to foot faster; a tight movement that had him in awe. He swallowed when he moved his arm to crack the whip down on the black-haired man's ass with a swatting crack that filled the quiet. A shrill cry bursting out of the black-haired man deafeningly with that number he'd been waiting for. Fourteen.

It had heat tickling across his skin in flashes that sank down to run along his bones. A desire twisting into his chest with each breathless sound that left his husband who squirmed before him with hips angled back. Eager to take what he would receive. It was unfairly, completely thrilling. There was nothing more exciting than seeing his husband angling his hips back. Eagerly awaiting another hit. It had his blood running hot with that heat swelling lazily beneath the surface of his skin to which he yanked his arm backwards.

And cracking down the flogger on his husband's ass with a whimper flying out of the black-haired man in response as he rocked forward slightly on his feet. His back arching with hips jutting back as black curls swayed against his back with a low groan leaving the black-haired man. Fifteen. He adores it. God, he adores it. He brought his arm back when he took a slow, calming breath to soothe the heat that was swelling slowly but surely beneath the surface of his skin.

It was a heat that had come on suddenly but God if he wasn't into this. He brought his arm down quickly in a cracking strike to his husband's ass. Admiring the soft red lines from the floggers tails on his skin that were only deepening. He could only imagine how the imprints of the paddle would look on his husband's ass soon enough. It sent a shiver down his back at the thought when his husband whimpered out that number to him. Sixteen. Four more, four more, four more.

He'd best make them good hits if he wanted his husband to get just as riled up. If he wanted his husband to feel good with him like this. He can't be the only one getting excited over this, could he? Plus, there was the cane strikes to the back of his thighs that he had to get through. Swallowing around the knot forming in his throat, his heart thudded against his chest in solid hits as he took trembling breaths.

Fuck, there was something so exciting about spanking this man with the flogger. The idea they were rolling with that he was punishing him for fucking the other man was an exciting premise. Spanking him for enjoying it was even more exciting. They'd been toying with the idea of including it into the scene but to have his husband so readily agree with it was absolutely amazing. There's nothing more exciting than pretending he was somehow upset that his husband enjoyed fucking another man.

He knew, in reality, his husband had said it was okay and that it was fine but he hadn't gone into much detail. If anything, the black-haired man had been much more vocal when it was his turn to fuck him. Tightening his hold on the flogger in his grasp, he eagerly found himself pulling his arm back further then bringing it down on the black-haired man's ass with a deafening crack. Seventeen. His heart was throbbing in his chest with beats that left him struck breathless.

He admired the red marks left behind on the black-haired man's skin. Admiring the way they glowed softly up at him as he trailed the ends of the flogger over the sensitive skin which had the black-haired man whimpering at him shrilly again. There was something about that sound that had his heart jumping in his throat. Knowing his husband was so eager for all of this was absolutely the best to him. Knowing that they had built this up for days was truly the absolute best.

If anything, he could find Shouta bratty attitude to be charming. Adorable even. He could admit that to himself. He'd never dare to call it charming or cute to his husband out loud; it would only encourage the black-haired man to act that way more often. And God help him, no matter how charming or adorable it was it simply wasn't worth it. He loved his husband, adored him, but he'd rather bash his head into a wall before he admitted he was adorable when he was bratty.

Taking a trembling breath to focus himself on the here and now, he adjusted his grip on the flogger handle before cracking it down on his ass harder than the other times. A deafening crack of the leather striking at his husband's skin filling the quiet as the black-haired man gasped out a number. Eighteen. Two more, two more, two more. It was a chant that had him fighting the urge to bounce up on his toes excitedly.

He watched the reddening marks on his husband's ass deepening before his very eyes. It had him excited. Thrilled. Heat was flashing in bursts of his skin leaving him utterly breathless in their wake as he watched his husband squirm. Twisting slightly with his left foot sliding over the floor while his right prosthetic foot stayed in place. There was nothing he wanted more than to have the black-haired man crumple to his knees. To watch his legs give out on him.

And God knows that was a possibility when it came to whipping those thick thighs of his. His husband always crumbled when he would target his thighs. He didn't know if it was simply because having whipping cane marks to such a sensitive place made him fall apart faster but he loves it. Loves, loves, loves to watch his husband fall apart on him. He yanked his arm back then swung forward quickly to crack the flogger down on his husband's ass with the black-haired man shouting out.

Nineteen. His ass was red from the leather strips of the floggers tails. Red lines that glowed at him beautifully as he tightened his hold on the flogger. One more. Just one more. And then he'd be moving onto the cane. It had his heart jumping in his throat as he brought his arm backwards, his dick twitching at the sight of those red marks on his husband's ass. Twitching at the heat swelling under his skin with that arousal twisting into his chest as he stared at his husband.

Hips angled back slightly to accept those blows with a slight tremble to his thighs. A tremble that ran over the rest of him as he swallowed before squeezing the handle of the flogger. It felt almost wrong to feel his dick twitching in a volley when his husband was trembling. When he looked weak-kneed already. And yet he was turned on. More turned on than he cared to elaborate with himself as he then took a breath that trembled down his throat as his husband's breaths trembled with hitches and shakes.

Racing quietly. And then he swung his arm to crack the flogger down on his husband's ass for a final time. A cry burst out of the black-haired man in response with trembling thighs pressing together slightly as he rocked forward on his feet. Twenty. He dropped the flogger to the floor as he shuffled forward, his feet planting on either side of his husband's feet, to kiss softly at his back. Running his hands up his trembling thighs to his waist where he squeezed at the black-haired man gently.

A silent praise that had the man whimpering at him as he trailed his lips up his back, over feverish skin. He slid his hands up his husband's sides gently as the black-haired man raised his head up to look over his shoulder. Careful of how the way his hips pressed against his husband, he leaned in to peck at those full lips softly. Short, chaste kisses that rang out with a resounding smack each time their lips pressed together as a hand came up to twist into his hair.

Holding onto him as lips began to press longer together. Long pecks with a whimper spilling into the chaste kisses before he pulled back as he slid a hand up into Shouta's. Squeezing questioningly at his husband who took a trembling breath before giving two firm squeezes back. Green. He was still okay to continue. Rasping, trembling breaths were taken by his husband that fanned over his tingling lips when he nuzzled their noses together gently.

To give his husband the affection he needed. Wanted. It was always necessary to give that affection after a spanking, especially one with twenty hits like that. He felt his husband nuzzling back gently with the hand in his squeezing. No signals. No silent code. Just a gentle squeeze to hold onto him like he might disappear at any given moment. He squeezed back with his fingers interlaced with Shouta's when he pulled back from their nuzzling to kiss his husband's knuckles gently.

His ring finger where his ring shimmered up at him in the low lighting of the bedroom. He kissed softly at him before giving a final squeeze to his husband's hand before straightening up. It had been awkward, keeping his hips angled away, but he wasn't about to cause any uncomfortable rubbing to his husband's sensitive skin. His hand slid away from Shouta's as he stepped backwards out of his wide stance to walk forward where he scooped up the cane.

That dark eye glittered at him as his husband fidgeted in that antsy manner with full lips parted. His face flushed beautifully in a blush that looked positively lovely on his face. Black lashes fluttering at him in fast blinks as that dark eye watched him as he made his way around the bed. Peeking over his shoulder at him when he took his place behind him once more. He trailed the cane over the backs of his husband's left thigh gently with the tip of it. The side of it.

Watching the shudder make its way up his husband's body when he noticed the slight lean forward. Different from the way his hips had leaned back. Giving more area of his thighs up to him as he lightly tapped the cane rhythmically on his husband's thigh gently with a quiet hum. Twelve lashes he'd said, right? That meant six hits to the left and six to the right. An even number. Even split. He had not a clue if he'd whip those sensitive inner thighs of his yet but he knew that this would excite his husband more than anything.

Tapping the cane rhythmically against the back of his husband's thigh, he pulled his arm back then swung it forward with the cane whistling through the air. The sharp crack as it hit against his husband's thigh with a keening whimper slipping out of the black-haired man who squirmed. One. His dick twitched in a volley then with his leather pants squeezing him so good. So good, so good, so good. The excitement, the arousal, of spanking and whipping his husband was overwhelming.

He liked doling out this pain as he sought fit. He liked staring at those red marks on his husband's ass from the flogger. He likes the way his husband was accepting this painful pleasure perfectly for him. It had his heart thudding against his chest with a sickening speed and intensity as he squeezed the handle of the cane as he brought his arm back again. And then he swung forward with another sharp crack against the back of his husband's left thigh. Two.

The yelped word left his husband as he jumped at the cracking hit of the cane against his thigh. He watched hands holding onto their fistfuls of blanket with a tremble to those hands. Holding on for dear life it seemed. He squeezed the handle in his grasp when he brought the cane down with a crack on his husband's skin which had the man yelping. Three. He dragged his teeth over his lip when his dick twitched in a volley with a wet drop soaking into his boxers.

He shook his hips slightly before adjusting his stance as he lightly dragged the cane over the red welts that were forming rapidly on his husband's thighs in thin red strips. He lightly dragged the cane up and down along the back of his husband's thigh where he tapped rhythmically at the back of his knee before tracing the tip up the back of his thigh again. Teasing. Toying. His teeth picked at his lip slightly as he trailed the tip of the cane up and down along the black-haired man's thigh.

Tapping lightly. The black-haired man squirmed with a whimper in his throat as he tapped at the back of his knee before he pulled the cane backwards with his breaths racing quietly with anticipation. Excitement. He then cracked the cane down on the back of his husband's thigh which caused the man to jump with a keening, shrill whimper leaving the man. Four. Two more. Two more on this side then he'd be moving to the right side. It felt strangely exciting.

The idea that he was spanking his husband for sleeping with another man. The idea that he was to give the air of a scorned lover when he was anything but. He likes that his husband had fun that night. He likes that his husband enjoyed himself. And God knows he was enjoying himself now. He really must be a sadist then, isn't he? No one should enjoy dealing pain to their partner but here he was with his hips shaking slightly again.

He felt those wet drips soaking into his boxers as his dick twitched in a volley. Breathless. Flushed. Hot over spanking this man who accepted everything he was doing without so much as batting a lash. It had him burning up as he took a trembling breath before bringing the cane down on the back of his thigh. Five. And then, rather than prolonging it, he found himself pulling his arm back with that giddy enjoyment. With the rush that he'd been feeling since he picked up the flogger.

And he cracked the cane down on the back of his husband's thigh. Six. He then shifted his stance over to angle himself towards his husband's left thigh. The black-haired man's racing breaths filled the quiet of the bedroom with the quiet rustle as he tugged at the blankets restlessly. Eagerly. Swaying forward on his feet to press into the bed as he trailed the tip of his cane over the black-haired man's thigh gently. Sliding it up and down, up and down, as the black-haired man whimpered shrilly at him as he readied himself.

Then he pulled his arm back with the black-haired man whimpering shrilly at him. He bit at the corner of his lip with his canine tooth as he then brought the cane down sharply on the back of his husband's thigh. One. It was thrilling. Unbelievably, inconceivably exciting. He shuddered with his heart jumping in his chest frantically with beats that had him shifting. His dick twitching in a volley as he watched that red line rapidly forming from his harsh strike.

He tightened his hold on the cane as he made sure his feet were properly placed before raising the cane up as he drew his arm back. Loving the way his husband's breaths raced wildly with hitches of anticipation being taken. They matched the rhythm of his own breaths as he swung his arm forward cracking the cane down on the black-haired man's thigh. Two. He then yanked his arm back again then brought it down sharply in rapid succession of that first one.

Cracked the cane down on his husband's the once, twice. Three. Four. His husband shouted out the words with a breathless note to his voice. Was he lost in that subspace already? Was he floating in his own head? He didn't want his husband to deal with any lasting effects from the flogger and cane yet the man hadn't said a single word of protest. Would it be possible if he was lost in his subspace? He chewed on his lip briefly as he stared at his trembling husband.

Legs bent straight to keep from bending as they trembled with the rest of him. The marks on his ass had darkened significantly into a deep red that had his heart thudding against his chest. His dick twitching in a volley with wet drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers. He clung to the handle of his cane with his breaths rasping down his throat quietly. He was excited. Unfairly, completely excited as he fidgeted slightly.

The cane whistled through the air as he brought it down on the back of his husband's thigh again. A shrill cry spilling out of the black-haired man as he jolted at the hit with his back arching slightly. Five. And God, it felt much too early but that heat drained from his head to rush down. Blood gushing through his veins so damn fast, so damn quick, that he swore it ached. Draining down, down, down with a quiet moan leaving himself as his dick twitched again frantically with pre-come dripping into his boxers.

Causing the fabric to cling to him wetly. His quiet moan seemed deafening in the quiet as his twitching dick began to harden. Stiffening up yet there was no give from the leather. None. No give to allow his erection the room to swell up properly. And he fucking loves it. God, he loves everything about tonight. He knew his husband had to be thinking the same thing. After all, the black-haired man was a glutton for his punishments.

Bringing his arm back further, he squeezed the handle with his eyes locked on his red ass. On the welts rising on his right thigh and the welts forming on his left. Tightening his hand on the handle, he brought the cane down sharply on the back of his husband's thigh as he howled out. Six. And then his husband was crumbling to the floor with his knees giving out on him. He dropped the cane much like he had with the flogger to drop to his knees next to his husband.

He slid his hand along his back gently when the black-haired man raised his head up. There was a dreamy, foggy expression to those dark eyes that had his heart racing in his chest when full lips parted slightly. There were slight teeth indentations where he'd been biting at his lip. That blush smothered over his cheeks was a rich, deep red that had his heart jumping in his throat. He slid his hand up and down his husband's back when he leaned in to kiss his shoulder softly. Gently.

Making his way up to his throat when a shudder ran over his husband in response when a whimper left the man. He ignored that excitement rushing in his chest. The strain of his erection trying to press against the unrelenting leather of his pants. About the heat under his skin. All that mattered was that Shouta was okay. He found his husband's hand where he squeezed at him which had black lashes fluttering. Then his husband looked at him blankly with that dreamy look to his eye.

And then the hand in his was giving two strong, hard squeezes back as the black-haired man turned to him. Moving in what looked like a daze when his gaze flickered down instinctively to find his husband harder than anything. Dripping pre-come all over his stomach, down his shaft, with his erection twitching against his stomach. It had his breath catching in his throat when hips canted forward as if to show it off. Show him exactly how hard he was.

And God, if it wasn't the sexiest thing in the world. Before he knew it, his husband was crawling into his lap with thighs spread wide as his hips arched forward slightly with the wet head of his erection grinding into his stomach as arms curled around his shoulders. Holding onto him with a whimper in his throat sending shivers down his back as his husband's hands twisted into his hair. And fuck, the condom was up on the bedside table. The lube.

He groaned with lips fluttering along his jaw lazily as arms tightened around him fiercely with fingers tugging at his hair. It sent shivers down his back with another groan leaving him as he curled an arm around his husband. Thighs wrapped around his waist with hips beginning to roll as teeth nibbled at his jaw as he leaned up on his knees. Reaching up with his left hand as his husband clung to him tightly. Holding onto him like he was an anchor he needed to hold onto.

To keep himself from floating away. Fuck him, if that dreamy look didn't emphasize that. He reached up to grab the lube, the condom, and settled back down with a grunt as his husband whined into his jaw. He placed the condom down next to them as he clawed the cap of lube open with a cracking pop. He drizzled lube onto his shaking fingers as he dropped the tube down next to the condom and brought his hands together to spread the lube.

He had not a clue if his husband had prepared himself in the bathroom but he wanted to check. Wanted to see if he'd prepped himself in there. He spread the lube over his fingers then grabbed at a cheek with his husband whimpering at him with a note of eagerness. Legs tightening around his waist when his fingers rubbed over that twitching hole which had him groaning into his husband's shoulder. Kissing at it and the side of his neck.

Soft, fluttering kisses that had him melting as he rubbed his fingers slickly over his husband's hole. A tight up and down rub that had the man in his arms shuddering with teeth nipping at his jaw. Moving backwards to nip at his earlobe sending a shiver up his back with his fingers slipping over his husband. Slick. Was already so slick? Or was it his imagination? If his husband got himself ready in the bathroom then he'd be more than happy.

Eager. He curled his fingers in to press down against his husband when his hole twitched beneath his fingers. Teeth nipped at his earlobe again sending another shiver over him when his earlobe was then suckled into the heat of his husband's mouth. He curled his fingers in firm rubs over his hole when he prodded at the rim with his fingertips gently before swallowing as he pushed his fingers in together.

There was such little resistance it had him moaning in unison with his husband. Fuck him, how thorough had Shouta been? Is that the real reason he'd been in the bathroom so long? Why he'd been so quiet? It had him groaning out as he tugged his fingers back then thrusted them forward into his husband with a slick squelch. He rubbed the pads of his fingers over that trembling inner wall. They clamped down tightly around him with all the strength in the world to get him shuddering.

And he gave another shallow thrust of his fingers. Shuddering when Shouta moaned at him so prettily. His ass and thighs had to be burning yet the man remained trapped in his lap with a whimper bursting out of his husband. Arms tightening around him with fingers tugging on his hair as he gave another shallow thrust of his fingers within the black-haired man. Rolling the pads of his fingers into those trembling inner walls delightedly as his husband arched beautifully in his arms with a moan.

Fuck, he'd never seen a more beautiful man than Shouta. No one could hold a flame to such beauty. He clutched the black-haired man closer, closer, closer as he gave another giddy thrust of his fingers with that squelch punctuating it when he shuddered. His heart thudding against his chest as his husband popped off of his earlobe when lips crawled forward along his cheek. Hot, hot, hot. He was so hot. His crotch was beginning to ache good with the unrelenting press of the leather that kept him down.

It had him whimpering himself at his husband who tugged at his hair as he thrusted his fingers into the black-haired man giddily. That slick squelch ringing out deafeningly with each slick slide of his fingers when he felt his hole twitching around his fingers. Groaning when they squeezed tightly around him to which he pushed his fingers out. Spreading his fingers out to get the black-haired man moaning as he pushed at those inner walls delightedly.

Fuck him, Shouta had been so thorough in his preparation in the bathroom that there was hardly anything he had to do. He spread his fingers out again, again, again with his husband whimpering pleadingly at him as he pushed his fingers outwards. His husband had been quick but thorough and God it was the hottest thing in the world. He shuddered with his toes curling tightly in his boots as his spikes dug into the carpeted floor.

His husband squirmed on top of him with lips pressing to the corner of his mouth firmly. Kisses that had his lips tingling as they parted slightly only for Shouta to lean in to catch his lips in a firm kiss that he found himself returning. Spreading his fingers out again before bringing them together to thrust slickly into his husband once, twice, three times more as inner walls clamped tightly around his fingers. So hot, so hot, so hot. He was so hot.

He clutched his husband impossibly close as the weeping head of his erection grinded into his stomach slightly as he clutched the black-haired man close. Thrusting his fingers into his husband giddily with the black-haired man squeezing tightly around his fingers. It had him squirming with his booted feet kicking lightly at the bedside table when he groaned into the fierce kiss he found himself pulled into. A passion, sizzling kiss that had him sucking in shaking breaths through his nose.

A passion that had him shuddering. A lustful hunger that had him absolutely drowning in the heat as he kissed his husband with that hunger. That desire. He was lit aflame, hotter than anything, and he was burning up faster than he liked to admit as he thrusted his fingers into his husband. The light squelch of his thrusting fingers filling the quiet of their bedroom. His husband was twisting, squirming in his arms with hips moving to match the movement of his fingers slipping into him slickly.

What had Shouta done in the bathroom? Had he watched himself while he fucked himself with his fingers? Had he kept himself silent with the promise of being loud later? Would his husband have kept his jaw tightly clenched? Biting at his lip so hard it would swell later on? He wanted to know so badly but he knew his husband would tell him if he asked. If he pushed it further. He thrusted his fingers into his husband quickly.

Lengthening the thrusts of his fingers into his husband who moaned and whined with hands clutching at him fervently. Hands in his hair that squeezed at their fistfuls to tug at his scalp which sent a spark racing down his back. It had him moaning at his husband as he thrusted them into his husband who clenched tightly. Racing breaths fanning over his cheek as their lips moved together fervently; fiercely with a passion that had the black-haired man twisting in his arms.

Arching himself up higher as he thrusted his fingers into his husband; curling them slightly to rub at his inner walls firmly. They were so velvety, so soft under the pads of his fingers as he thrusted his fingers into the black-haired man. Loving the way, he arched and jerked his hips down to meet the thrusts of his fingers with lips sliding against his with all the passion in the world. There was a shamelessness in his husband that had him burning hot, hot, hot as he tightened his arm around the black-haired man.

Thrusting his fingers giddily into his husband as inner walls clenched tightly around him as if they wanted to snap his fingers off at their bases. As if he could somehow keep his fingers buried in him to the hilt. As if they were his erection sliding in and out of him; there was a tight squeeze that had him moaning into their fervent kisses. Knowing his husband's ass, his thighs, had to be throbbing and stinging from the blows he'd given had his blood running hot.

Had him squirming with his erection throbbing lightly in that tight, compact position behind his leather pants that gave nothing. It had him squirming but God if he didn't love it. He thrusted his fingers into his husband with his fingers curling, flexing, twisting inside of the black-haired man delightedly with his husband moaning at him encouragingly. Enthusiastically. There was something absolutely stunning about the way his husband arched and bucked in his arms.

Squirming and flexing slightly with the black-haired man holding onto him desperately with lips sliding against his hard. Fast. Fervent kisses that were given without thinking twice as he returned his husband's passion with his own. There was something absolutely stunning. Amazing. Beautiful about the way his husband kissed him as he fucked him with his fingers. He happily began to use that thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, spreading rhythm of his to get his husband damn near mewling at him in response.

Hips jerking down to meet his thrusting fingers as inner walls clamped down tightly around him. Fuck, this man was utterly perfect. So, so perfect. Just for him. Lengthening the depth of his thrusts, he began to move his fingers in long, sleek thrusts that slipped into the black-haired man effortlessly with the man squirming on his lap. His left hand then pulled back and came down sharply to swat at his husband's ass cheek.

A hard clap in the silence that had his husband jumping in response only to moan at him deafeningly when he squeezed that spot fiercely. Digging his fingers into his skin which had the black-haired man bucking to thrust against his stomach. A slick slide against his skin that had him moaning back at his husband as he thrusted his fingers into him sharply when he dug his nails into his skin. Just enough to get his husband whimpering shrilly at the pain it no doubt caused to which he let go to pet the spot instead.

The action merely had his husband whimpering again. Shriller. Higher. It had him shuddering with his heart jumping against his chest wildly as he thrusted his fingers quickly into his husband who squirmed with hips thrusting against his stomach again before jerking down. Meeting his thrusting fingers the best that he could. Fuck, there was something absolutely magical about the way his husband was doing his best to meet his thrusting fingers.

It had his erection twitching, throbbing, in its compact space behind his leather pants as his husband clung onto him. Hips moving to thrust against his stomach then down to meet his fingers as he thrusted them into him giddily. Eagerly. There was nothing he wanted more than to love this man who was squirming and twisting in his arms. His husband. His Shouta. Fucking the man with his fingers was proving to turn him on more than giving him that taste of pain was.

And God if he didn't love that. If he didn't love inflicting just the smallest amount of pain to his husband who accepted it readily. Greedily. There's nothing that he adored more than knowing that it turned his husband on so much. Even if his legs had failed him in the moment, there was something so damn hot about the black-haired man being so weak-kneed for this. That he was accepting even the smallest of pain from him without batting so much as a lash at him.

It was what made this all the more exciting if he was honest with himself. It had him groaning into the kisses as lips slid against his fervently as he squeezed at his husband. Holding him impossibly close with his erection rubbing against his stomach slickly which had him groaning out again at a new volume. Louder. His husband squirmed against him with a keening whimper leaving him when he stretched his fingers into his husband again as he rubbed over his inner wall.

And then he found it; the pads of his fingers rolling over that soft, rubbery bump inside of his husband that had him tearing from the kisses with a trembling gasp that flew out on a cry when he began to roll his fingers over that spot. Rolling into it with circles that had the black-haired man moaning deliciously in his arms with hands tightening in his hair. Tugging at the locks to get his back arching as his erection throbbed in its trapped position.

Fuck, he could come without touching himself if it meant watching his husband. Listening to him. He sounded so beautifully shameless in his arms as hips rocked forward to rub that throbbing erection against his stomach again and again in shallow thrusts. A slick touch that had him moaning back at his husband as he rolled his fingers into his prostate; rubbing them up and down, up and down, up and down. Loving how his husband arched and twisted in his arms with gasps being taken as fingers yanked at his hair fiercely.

Firmly. Pulls that sent shivers down his back as he arched with his hips bucking instinctively when he continued his rubbing slides over that spot inside of his husband. Watching him jolt and jerk in his arms with airy gasps being taken that flew out on moans and whimpers. Whines and groans. He leaned in with a groan in his throat tearing out of him in response as he began to pepper kisses along his husband's throat. Nipping, kissing, dragging his teeth over his husband's skin.

Goosebumps broke out over it as he pulled his fingers away from his prostate to thrust them into the black-haired man who clenched tightly around him. Fingers twisted up in his hair held on desperately to him. Twisting and tugging restlessly with his mouth pressing to his husband's throat; parting his lips and sucking his skin into his mouth gently. Carefully. Digging his teeth down lightly into his skin to nibble at him as he sucked gently at his skin.

It had the black-haired man moaning at him in response. Had him twisting in his arms with hips rutting desperately against him with that slick erection rubbing against his stomach. Fuck, could he get any hotter? Burn any hotter than he was right now? He felt ready to dissolve into a pile of ash if he wasn't careful. He thrusted fingers eagerly into his husband, forgetting about rhythm and merely going with what felt best.

Giving long, sleek thrusts that rubbed over his husband's prostate with each thrust inwards which had the black-haired man howling out. Wailing with fingers tugging on his hair again sending a bolt of lightning down it that had him moaning into his husband's throat as he lifted his mouth from his spot only to target the other side of Shouta's throat. Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the warmth of his skin as he thrusted his fingers giddily, eagerly, into his husband.

Loving how he twisted and squirmed with airy moans being given up above him as fingers clutched at his hair. Nails dragging over his scalp with sharp tugs that had him moaning into his husband's skin as his erection throbbed fervently. Desperately. What he'd give to fuck this man into the floor but he knew there'd be time for it. There'd be time to do that and more to this man who was arching and moaning so prettily at him. All because he was giving him his fingers.

He hadn't even begun to think of how his husband was going to react when he finally had him pinned down beneath him. They had so much planned for tonight that this was far from over but the idea of making his husband come from his fingers? The idea that he could fuck this man with them until he was a twisting, whining, whimpering mess as he spilled over him? It was exciting. Unbearably exciting.

Thrusting his fingers into his husband quickly, he reached deeply into the black-haired man to rub over his prostate which had the man jolting. Jerking. Moaning louder, louder, louder with each rub over that spot inside of him as he mouthed at his throat. Sucking skin into his mouth gently while he nibbled at his husband who squirmed in his arms eagerly. Fingers holding onto his hair desperately with tugs that sent sparks racing down his back again and again.

It had him squirming himself with his feet kicking out to hit the bedside table in a solid kick but both ignored it. He thrusted his fingers giddily into his husband with that slick squelch ringing out to fill the quiet around them. Racing, hitching breaths being taken eagerly with hands holding onto one another as he kneaded at his husband's ass cheek while his fingers slipped into him. Inner walls clamping down tight around him as his erection, in its trapped position, throbbed at him insistently.

Desperately. He couldn't think to free himself, not when he was finding so much joy in fucking his husband with his fingers. Loving the moans, whines, whimpers and groans spilling out of his husband who jolted each time he rubbed his fingers over that soft, rubbery spot inside of him each time. Grinding his fingers briefly into it to get his husband squirming, writhing, with shaking pants being taken up above him.

He could only imagine how badly his husband's ass and thighs had to be aching at this point. The slap he'd given the cheek he held in his hand. Was the pain good? Was it enough? He couldn't deny he wanted to do more; to inflict just a little more pain on his husband who could handle it. He wanted to spank this man while he fucked him. Pull his hair while he pounded into him. There's nothing he wants more than to know that his husband was getting off on that pain with him.

That he was accepting every bit of it without thinking twice about it. There's nothing he wants more than that. Shaking pants being taken, he lifted his mouth from his spot on the side of his husband's throat to kiss up at his jaw softly with stubble scratching his lips. He didn't mind it one damn bit as he kissed at his husband who was jerking his hips down to meet his thrusting fingers.

Twisting and squirming eagerly with hands holding onto him, arms tight around his shoulders, as he angled his fingers slightly. Making sure he kept up that rub over his prostate. Rubbing over it again and again with his husband keening out whines and whimpers with hands holding onto him fervently. God, there was nothing better than this. Nothing, nothing, nothing better. Even if his trapped erection was throbbing at him, he happily kept up his thrusts with his fingers.

Rubbing over that delightful spot inside his husband who bucked and jerked with hips rutting against him desperately. His erection dripping over their stomachs creating a slick mess as he thrusted his fingers faster. Sharper. Making sure to target his prostate with those deep thrusts that had his husband's back arching with keening moans snapping out of the man in his lap. It was all too thrilling, all too addicting, as he made the man in his arms squirm. Twist. Writhe.

His pants trembled out of him as he nipped at his husband's jaw teasingly before biting down softly. Giving just enough pressure to get his husband moaning at him with fingers tugging at his hair. He'd never dare to leave a mark when he understood his husband's boundaries and so he pulled his mouth away. Instead ducking his head down under his jaw to press an open-mouthed kiss to that fluttering pulse. He sucked at the skin softly with his teeth nibbling down as he mouthed at his husband's throat.

Shouta moaned at him again with finger tightening on his hair with a firm, taut pull on his scalp. It was absolutely everything as he mouths at his husband's skin. His tongue swirling against his skin as that pulse fluttered beneath his tongue with his racing heartbeat. Thrusting his fingers quickly into his husband with that slick squelch ringing out as his husband squirmed and twisted with racing pants being taken.

That taut pull on his scalp had his back arching slightly with a moan slipping out of him as inner walls clamped down tightly around his fingers. Squeezing for all their worth. Clamping down around him in those throbs that always drove him crazy when he was buried in this man to the hilt. It had him groaning as he thrusted his fingers faster, faster, faster with rubs over his husband's prostate with the black-haired man writhing in his arms. Gasping. God, he was addicted to this man.

So unbelievably, amazingly addicted to the pleasure of this man and what he can give. It had him shuddering with his heart jumping in his throat wildly with his back arching slightly to press their chests together tightly. It was so easy to forget that all of this started with a scene together. But his boots, his leather pants, were like small reminders that this was a scene. That he needed to see his husband to the end of it before he could finish him off.

And God, that erection was throbbing between their stomachs frantically with pre-come leaking onto his skin. His boxers felt soaked from the pre-come soaking into his boxers as he squeezed his husband close, close, close. Palming at his ass cheek before lifting his hand and cracking it down on his ass again tearing a shout from his husband. Jolting in his arms as he thrusted his fingers into the black-haired man with a rub over his prostate.

It had that shout melting in a deafening moan as his back arched and hands tugged at his hair sharply. Hard. It had him moaning back as he pulled his mouth from that spot on his husband's throat when he began to kiss over his husband's collar bones when he used his hold on his ass to arch him. Sliding in his arms so he could kiss at that chest softly with black curls of hair tickling his cheeks and lips.

He happily kissed at his husband's chest with the black-haired man pushing forward when he kissed his way to a hardened nipple. He opened his mouth to flick his tongue at the hardened thing with a whimper leaving his husband who rutted against his stomach shamelessly. He traced the rim of his areola with the tip of his tongue before lapping over it with a rub of his piercing against that hardened nipple.

It had the black-haired man moaning at him with such delight it had his heart jumping in his chest. He lapped his tongue over his nipple and areola again. Rubbing his piercing over his nipple with the black-haired man twisting with hands pushing at the back of his head when he scraped his teeth teasingly over his areola. It had the black-haired man moaning at him with nails dragging over his aching scalp sending shivers down his back in response.

It had him groaning as he sucked his husband's nipple into his mouth; his areola as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin. Flicking his tongue at his hardened nipple as he palmed at the cheek he held in his hand. Thrusting his fingers giddily into Shouta who clamped tightly around them with a keening moan spilling out of the man as he suckled gently at his nipple and areola. Pulling as much skin as he possibly could into his mouth with that gentle but firm suction.

Swirling his tongue around his nipple with licks, prods, and flicks that had his husband whimpering at him as nails dragged over his aching scalp again to which he arched. Squirming himself with his booted feet kicking at the bedside table again with the lamp wobbling on top of it slightly before righting itself. He had to be careful. He didn't want to somehow break the lamp; it'd be a pain in the ass looking for matching lamps on Amazon again when he likes the ones they have.

Suckling at his husband gently, swirling his tongue against that nipple and areola, he thrusted his fingers into his husband with those long thrusts to get him moaning. He thrusted his fingers deep, deep, deep into his husband making those rubs over his prostate all the perfect. All the easier to target with the black-haired man arching into his arms with a keening moan spilling out of the man. And he rolled his fingers into his husband's prostate firmly.

Pressing down against that little bump that had his husband jerking, jolting, in his arms. Moaning louder, louder, louder at him with hands tugging at his hair only to drag his nails along his scalp down to the back of his neck. Oh, oh, it had tingles racing under his skin at the action as his husband gasped with his back arching when he slid his hand from his cheek up his back. Holding his hips close as his husband rutted against him slickly.

Slick thrusts that had him moaning into the black-haired man's chest before popping off of his nipple as he lapped his tongue over it. Satisfied at the way it glistened in the lighting as he looked up to his husband. And ohhhh, he could come just from looking at that face. At the way his husband stared at him as fingers tugged on his hair with a whimper leaving the black-haired man as he continued rolling his fingers into his husband's prostate.

Feeling his erection throbbing against him fervently; just like his own erection, trapped behind the leather of his pants. It was so good, so good, so good. That ache was bordering on pain and he couldn't wait to free himself. But not yet. Not yet, yet, yet. He wants this man to come from his fingers. From the targeted circles he rolled into his prostate with the black-haired man moaning delightedly at him. A keening, sweet sound that had him absolutely breathless with his heart hammering against his chest.

"Lo-Look at you, kitten! You lo-look so beautiful!" He breathed out with his husband whimpering at him as he continued to roll into his prostate with hips bucking. Thrusting into the space between them desperately with a whimper. "You-You've been su-such a bad boy this week but all it takes is-is one spanking, huh? Is tha-that all it takes fo-for you to be good for Daddy? Be-Because you're being very go-good for Daddy! Yo-You feeling good, kitten? Enjoying it li-like the slut that you fuckin' are?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, so good! I- Mmmmm! Go-God, I love yo-your fingers! I-I love ha-having your fingers in me! Just- Nnnghnn! Ah! Fuck, it's so gooood! Mmmmn! Nnn! I wa-want more! Want more, Daddy, pl-please? Ple-Please give me more? I wa-want your cock in me! Wa-Want your cock stre-stretchin' me out so goood! Hnnn! Ohhh! Please, gimme it? Gimme it, Daddy, please? Mmm! I ne-need it so bad! It's mi-mine to have whe-whenever I want, right? I wa-want it now! Want to fe-feel you inside of me! Please? Please, gimme yo-your cock?"

"Mmm, someone's be-being bratty." He pulled his fingers away from his husband's prostate which had the man crying out. Bucking in his arms as he thrusted his fingers into him; nudging that spot just below it. Just barely pushing against it to get his husband writhing as he cried out. "Brats don't get the-their way, do they? You ca-can ask sweetly all you wa-want but it's my cock and I-I decide whether you ge-get it or not! Yo-You'll get more wh-when you can be a good boy! Do-Don't you want to be a good boy for Daddy?"

"Ah! Please, please! Sorry! 'm sorry! Won't be bratty! Promise!" His husband cried out as he continued to rub below that spot inside of him causing the man to twist. To squirm in his arms with his erection throbbing frantically against his skin. Slick. Dripping. He didn't need Shouta to tell him that he was close; he was riled up from his spanking. From his fingers. "Please! Please to-touch me! Mmmnn, please! I ne-need it! Please, Da-Daddy! Just to-touch me! Ne-Need to cum! Wanna cu-cum!"

"Then you kn-know what you ne-need to do, don't you? Go-Good boys ask be-before they cum! So why do-don't you start wo-workin' on being a go-good boy and ask Daddy, huh?" He couldn't help a grin when his husband whimpered wildly as he sank in his lap again, their chests pressing together. He didn't mind it. Not one bit as he trailed his fingers along the center of his back. Nudging just below his prostate to get the black-haired man to cry out again. "You ask Daddy, do-don't you? You ask fi-first before you cum, kitten!"

"Please! Ple-Please, please, please! I'll be so go-gooood for you! I promise! Be a good bo-boy for Daddy! Just to-touch me, please! I want- Can I cum? Please, please? Let me cu-cum, Daddy?" His husband was gasping as his hands clutched at his hair before dropping to claw at his shoulders with hips rutting before stilling. His husband whimpered when he slid his fingers over his prostate to which the man threw his head back on a wail. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! There! Mmmm! Tha-Thank you! Can I-I cum? Please?"

"What a bea-beautiful, desperate little thi-thing you are!" He murmured as he pressed his lips to his husband's jaw who whimpered shrilly as he rolled his fingers over that rubbery soft bump delightedly. Circles that had his husband's hips shaking slightly with thighs tightening around his waist. Rasping, desperate pants being taken as he rolled circles into his husband with the black-haired man whimpering at him desperately when he slid his left hand along his waist. "You wanna cum? Then you cum for Daddy, won't you?"

His husband cried out with nails digging into his shoulders with frantic nods. He swore his husband was tearing up; swore he saw the shimmer of tears on black lashes but it could be a trick of the light. He rolled in tight, vicious circles into his husband's prostate which had the man twisting. Squirming. Writhing. Holding onto him desperately like he was trying to keep from flying away. Floating away. There was a fog to that dark eye making it appear so much bigger.

Wider. Darker. It was beautiful; he swore that soft, cloudy right eye of his managed to smolder at him as well. He watched his husband's face as lashes fluttered in blinks with his head falling back and he happily leaned in to kiss at his husband adoringly. Tight circles rolling into the black-haired man's prostate who jerked and jolted in his arms with nails raking over his shoulders. Whimpering, whining, moaning.

He curled his fingers around his husband's leaking erection and began to stroke him quickly in time with his rolling fingers. Loving the way his husband arched with hips bucking up to thrust into his hand. There was nothing hotter, nothing sexier than seeing Shouta come undone. Gasping. Panting. His mismatched eyes rolling up with black lashes fluttering before coming to rest on those red cheeks of his.

Black curls brushing at the sides of his face as his forehead and cheeks glistened in a light sheen of sweat. Black brows squeezing together tightly with the black-haired man squirming in his arms with nails raking over his shoulders. His mouth hanging open as his brows twitched from that tight squeeze. He looked positively lovely as he rolled his fingers into his prostate. Stroking him fast with pre-come dribbling down faster than he could swipe them away.

He curved his hand in twists up near the head where he'd roll his thumb over it with that slick slide. Rubbing away the drops of pre-come that welled along the slit. Nudging at that delightful new piercing of his which had his husband moaning as he swirled his thumb around the ball of it. Nudging, pushing, toying with it. It had his husband squirming, twisting, in his arms with huffing gasps being taken as nails raked over his shoulders.

And pulling his fingers away from his husband's prostate, he began to thrust his fingers in time with his stroking hand. Making sure to rub the pads of his fingers firmly over the black-haired man's prostate again and again. The slick squelch of his thrusting fingers as he stroked his husband quickly with the man clinging onto him. Hips jerking down to meet his thrusting fingers only to thrust up into his stroking hand.

An uncertain rocking in his lap with nails digging into his skin just enough to get him moaning at the pain it gave him in response. He knew he would be giving his husband more of a taste with more pain tonight but he couldn't help but adore the burning lines being worked into his skin from his husband's clawing nails. God, there was something so good about it but he missed having those hands in his hair. Tugging on his hair and his sensitive scalp in response.

He shuddered with his heart hammering against his chest wildly as he watched his husband's hips bucking into his hand only to jerk down to meet his thrusting fingers. Watching his husband fall apart like this was his favorite thing in the damn world. Feeling him rocking in his lap with thighs tightly pressed to his waist as they trembled with hands clutching at him fervently. His husband's head hung forward slightly with hips moving to thrust into his stroking hand.

He twisted his hand in curves up near the head. Squeezing at the base as he slid his hand down. Watching his husband rocking himself faster in his lap with hips rolling down then up, down then up. Meeting his thrusting fingers then thrusting up into his hand again and again. Watching that sweat glisten on his skin beautifully as his thighs rubbed against his waist restlessly with hands clawing at his shoulders. He shuddered at the euphoric, pleasurable face of his husband.

Keeping his hands in unison, mirroring one another, he couldn't help a quiet whimper at the throbbing of his erection trying in vain to strain outwards only to be held down by the leather. Compact. His boxers were utterly soaked from the pre-come dripping into them. A wet, wet mess and they weren't even done tonight. But God if the expression on his husband's face didn't make him want to come. If it didn't make him want to touch himself.

To give his husband that permission to touch him. He stroked Shouta faster, faster, faster with his fingers rolling over the dripping head before sliding down slickly to knead at the base of his erection. Fuck him, his husband was so hard. He can't help feeling a little proud that he'd gotten his husband this turned on for him. Stroking that hard erection in his grasp, he made sure to thrust his fingers quickly into the black-haired man who moaned at him so prettily.

Loud. So, so loud. It had him groaning at his husband in response who shuddered with hips bucking eagerly as he rolled his fingers over the head of his erection to smear away the pre-come welling there and flicking at that piercing. Loving the answering moan, it got him as he slid his hand down to fly to the base. He was so thick in his hand. So damn thick. It was absolutely mouthwatering as he stroked his husband fast with his fingers thrusting with that same speed.

Giving those firm rubs over his husband's prostate. Making sure to give him the tight rubs to that spot that he needed as his husband shuddered with his back arching. His erection throbbing under his fingers fervently, fiercely, and he was so wet from the dripping pre-come. It was addicting. It was utterly aweing to see his husband be so hard, drip so much, over a simple spanking. But he knew that there'd be more of it tonight. There'd be another round they had to look forward too.

That his husband was going to be over the moon excited when it came to the second half of the scene that they had planned tonight. It had him itching to act it out but he knew pacing was everything. Was going to guide them along. His breaths came shakily as his hair bounced and swayed over his shoulders from the vigorous movements of theirs. Eager to give his husband the pleasure he so right deserved and needed from him.

There was nothing he wanted more than to give that pain and pleasure. There was nothing he wanted to do more than to make sure his husband was satiated. To make sure he also felt that satiation. Squeezing the throbbing erection in his hand, he thrusted his fingers quickly into his husband before pushing them deep, deep, deep. And, sensing his husband was at that tipping point, he decided to ease him into it. To shove him over that edge that he was reaching.

He began to roll tight, grinding circles into his husband's prostate again tearing another of those delicious cries out of the black-haired man who arched. Bucking in his grasp as he kept up his tight circles as he watched his husband's face intently with his hand stroking quickly. Moving with curving twists that had the black-haired man thrusting into his hand. Squirming, twisting, writhing. Aborted little movements as he thrusted into his hand desperately, urgently.

Rolling his fingers into his husband's prostate in tight, fast circles. He knew his husband was worked up from that spanking, knew he was worked up from his fingers, and it wouldn't take much. Not much at all with how that erection throbbed in his grasp. How it leaked shamelessly. It was almost better than fucking him. Then giving his husband what he'd tried demanding of him mere seconds ago.

Rolling his fingers into his husband's prostate with those repeated tight circles had the black-haired man gasping breathlessly. He could feel it. He can feel how close his husband was in the way his hips bucked desperately into his hand. The way his thighs were squeezing around his waist as they flexed and tensed. The way his back arched. The way he was gasping, panting, with nails clawing at his shoulders. He kept up his tight circles into his husband's prostate with his fingers tightening on his erection.

Stroking him fast, fast, fast. He'd given that permission yet the black-haired man seemed to be holding off. Seemed to be waiting. And yet he seemed eager to come as he rocked into his hand. Thrusting. He squeezed his husband close, close, close with his hands moving quickly to give him what he needed. What he wanted from him. He rolled his fingers into his husband's prostate and stroked him quickly, rolling his fingers up over the head where he prodded at his piercing.

Rubbing the tips of his fingers into that slit before sliding his hand down to squeeze at the base of his erection. A tight squeeze that had his husband moaning enthusiastically with hips thrusting into his hand. And God, he didn't know if it was possible to come from the mere reactions of his husband's but fuck if he didn't feel close himself. If his throbbing, leaking erection didn't damn near pulse with throbs that had his thighs squeezing together.

As if he could somehow make it stop. Make the throbbing of his crotch soothe itself. He didn't want to come yet. Not yet. Shouta was his priority; first and foremost, he wants this man to come first. He deserves to come first. Fuck him, he couldn't remember a time was more turned on. Hotter for this man who was rocking in his lap desperately. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And then, with a tight roll of his fingers over his prostate, his husband was throwing his head back on a wail.

And then Shouta was coming. Stroking him fast, fast, fast as his husband leaned back slightly to no doubt avoid getting it on him as he rolled his fingers over his prostate. Doing his best to milk this orgasm for his husband; to draw it out as long as he possibly can for the black-haired man. And it was just the hottest fucking thing in the world. Nails raked over his shoulders, thighs squeezing his waist, and his husband stiffened up in his lap.

Watching himself coming on his stomach, his chest, was by far the best thing ever. He watched with that greediness as come pumped out of his husband. Rope after rope, splattering onto his skin as he came. His face scrunched up adorably as his mouth hung open with black brows squeezing together tightly. His mouth then snapped shut with his jaw wiggling slightly with that light click ringing out. Grinding his teeth together no doubt as his eyes squeezed shut.

Despite his fast speed moments ago, he began to stroke his husband slower; taking his time sliding his hand from head to base as that erection pulsed in his grasp. Hips twitching up as his husband came with his hands clutching at his shoulders desperately. Holding onto him like he was his only anchor. There was a beauty in watching his husband come from the tight tense of his body to the way those black curls spilled over his shoulders. Brushed his face lightly.

How his face scrunched up like that with his eyes no doubt rolling back on him. There was nothing he adored more than that. Watching his husband gnash his teeth together with hips rocking weakly against his hand as he slid it to the base. Squeezing at him. Making a mess of himself as his husband's hips thrusted up weakly to aid in that final spurt of come leaving him. Nails digging into his shoulders fiercely with fingers clawed out while his husband held onto him.

And then, in mere seconds, his husband was sighing out with his head falling back as he slumped into his lap. Shuddering. Shaking. He pulled his fingers out of his husband with a slick squelch as he then pulled his hand away from his twitching, throbbing erection that was beginning to soften already. His husband raised his head up weakly when he leaned forward; doing his best to keep from rubbing together as he snagged the wipes and cracked the top open.

He pulled wipes out of the pack as he cleaned his fingers and hand off then used another to gently scoop the come from his husband's stomach and chest gently. He scooped the come up then used a fresh wipe to scrub at his stomach and chest gently with those eyes watching him with that foggy look. It made his eyes look bigger; darker. He took his time with cleaning his husband up before tossing the wipes into the small trashcan.

And then, to sweeten the deal, he worked his husband's prosthetic leg off gently. Working the sleeve off of the stump of his thigh as a sigh of relief left his husband to which he smiled softly at the black-haired man. Reaching up to gently coax those curls away from his sweaty forehead and face adoringly. He then shifted his husband forward with arms curling weakly around his shoulders as he wrapped an arm around his husband's lower back.

Bending his knees up, his feet pressing to the floor, he reached up to grab the edge of the bed as he heaved the both of them up with a grunt leaving him. He heaved the both of them up, stumbling on his feet when he spun quickly to plant his husband on the bed. His erection, trapped behind his leather pants, was throbbing. It was driving him insane but what mattered the most was his husband. His husband who was looking up at him with that foggy look to his dark eye.

Leaning down, he kissed his sweaty forehead gently then his cheeks. The side of his nose. The bridge and tip of it which he then nuzzled his nose too which got him a gentle nuzzling back with thighs relaxing around his waist. He nuzzled his nose and lips into his husband's feverish cheek adoringly as the black-haired man seemed to sink into the bed beneath him. Relaxing. As if he were finally allowing himself to melt under the affection.

He nuzzled his husband's cheek before lifting his mouth up to kiss softly at him again and again. Crawling his lips down to his jaw when he felt a hand come up to cup the back of his head as his husband held him close. His other arm curling around his shoulders tightly when he felt his hand sliding slickly on his back. He hadn't been aware he'd begun sweating. He kissed at his husband's jaw and throat softly with the black-haired man chuckling breathlessly.

He hated feeling so turned on, so hot, when his husband was relaxed. The epitome of boneless beneath him and he didn't want to ask him to do a damn thing yet. He remembered the bottle of water he had brought with him into the room and he pulled away from his husband then who whined but he gently coaxed his hands away. Standing up, he gently tapped his husband's thighs to which the black-haired man let him go.

He stumbled on jelly like legs across the room to grab the bottle of water from the dresser where he'd placed it then stumbled back to his husband. His throbbing erection threatening to make him whimper but he needed to focus. Focus on his husband first. He unscrewed the cap with a crack then found himself between his husband's spread thighs again as he brought the bottle to those full lips.

Letting his husband take slow, small swallows of the water before taking bigger sips. He pulled the bottle away when Shouta tapped his hand gently and he lifted it up to guzzle the water himself. Draining half the bottom before capping it to save for afterwards. His husband's hands then were drifting over his chest surprising him as he jumped. They slid over his chest down to his stomach where his breath caught in his throat. Swallowing the pooling liquid in his mouth as he reached down to catch his wrists.

Holding them as fingers pulled his button apart with a mere flick of them. He squeezed his husband's wrists gently when he leaned forward to kiss his husband's cheek. The feverish heat of his blush radiating off of it as he kissed softly at him again. He squeezed those rolling, twisting wrists gently when his husband whined. As if he were protesting being held back from touching. Knowing him, he was. But he couldn't let him. Not yet.

"No, kitten, yo-you don't have to wo-worry about that right now!" He murmured into his husband's cheek when he kissed softly again but it didn't stop fingers from grabbing his zipper with his breaths hitching. And then his zipper was lowered with knuckles brushing the bulge of his erect and he pulled his husband's hands away from him. A quiet groan leaving him at the relief, however, as his husband hummed softly at him to which he squeezed his wrists. "I sa-said I'm fine, kitten! You just had a-a taxing scene and-"

"I want to-to touch you, Da-Daddy, please? Please? Let me ta-take care of you too?" His husband breathed out with hands squirming in his grasp as he leaned back to find that dark, foggy eye sparkling at him gently with hands rolling in his hands with hips canting up slightly. His flaccid dick twitching when full thighs squirmed slightly and then fingers were sliding between his. Palms against his own as hands squeezed at him. "I want you to fe-feel good too! I can-can do that mu-much for you, can't I? So ple-please?"

Swallowing again, he couldn't deny the idea was tempting. Oh, it was so unbelievably tempting and he hated that. Licking his lips he stared down at his husband when he squeezed the hands in his gently as he did his best to take slow breaths. To let them out evenly when he got a squeeze of his husband's hands to which he met that gaze. "You are not going to-to do anything right now, you hear me? I ca-can wait for the second half of the scene, okay? So, you ta-take your breather first, okay? Be a good boy an-and listen to Daddy, alright?"

"The-Then I can to-touch you? Then I can ma-make you feel good too?" God, it tugged at his heart when Shouta's voice sounded so small as hands clutched at him. There was a slight pout forming on those full lips and he couldn't help chuckling at his husband as he leaned down to gently press his lips to Shouta's. A soft kiss that was followed by another. Then another. Soft, pecking kisses given before he pulled back to smile down at his husband again.

"Once you ca-catch your breath, kitten, and you feel ready to continue then yes, you can touch me. You can make me feel good too. But until then, I want you to just fo-focus on relaxing for me, alright? Don't rush it." He then tugged a hand from Shouta's to smooth his hair away from his sweaty forehead gently as he then nuzzled their noses together. Loving the airy chuckle it got him from his husband when he pulled away to kiss his forehead. "What a go-good, thoughtful boy I have, huh? Thank you for wanting to take care of me!"

"It's only fa-fair that you feel good too! Just be-because you're my Dom do-doesn't mean that you don't get to feel good too! Doesn't mean I ca-can't take care of you too, love." His husband breathed out with that arm curling around his shoulders with a hand sliding over his hair gently. He met that sparkling eye when the hand in his squeezed gently at him. "Sex isn't sex if-if you don't feel good too. So, I wa-want to take care of you too, okay? I pro-promise I will take go-good care of you during the second half! I promise."

"And I believe you, kitten! Now, do you want some more water?" When his husband nodded, almost shyly, he smiled as the hand on his hair slid away. He reached out for the water bottle again where he grabbed the bottle, pulling his hand from Shouta's and he unscrewed the cap. Lowering the bottle so his husband could sip at the water, he smoothed his free hand over his forehead again. Running his hand over his curls, he smiled down at his husband adoringly then kissed his forehead again. "Now that's my good boy."