Hizashi liked to believe he was in tune with his husband. Or about as in tune as he could be with another person like his husband. There was nothing he loved more than being able to read the emotions that his husband couldn't quite vocalize on his own. When Shouta was struggling for words, for comparisons, he liked to help the black-haired man any way that he could. To help Shouta vocalize whatever he was feeling in a clear, concise way.
From their youth, Shouta had always seemed like an enigma with his feelings; there was never any telling what the man would be feeling. Shouta often kept his emotions close to his chest and didn't express them properly and often hid them behind a blank poker face of his. However, with time and patience, he'd come to learn to read the emotions that flickered over his husband's face when they welled up.
He'd come to know by his little mannerisms just how he was feeling in the moment or how the day was going for him. There were times where he didn't understand but he'd taken the years to learn. To understand his husband the best that he absolutely could. How could he not? His husband needed understanding and patience; after all, it was how his husband treated him when he left rehab.
The black-haired man had been very understanding of his emotional state and what he needed from the man. And he did his best to be there when his husband needed him; he did his best to be able to read the emotions that lurked beneath the surface for his husband. He wanted nothing more than to be the understanding partner. It took years but he liked to believe that now he knew his husband's emotions better than his own.
He knew when his husband was having an off day; when the black-haired man was having a hard time with the day. When he was in a bad mood. It was easy to read the signs that others missed. In the days after their romp with feederism, Shouta had seemed content. Had seemed perfectly happy with how it had turned out and he was more than happy to say that he believed he did something good with it.
That they had found a middle ground and had experimented beautifully with the choice off of the list. The black-haired man cut back on his portions, however, and went to the gym more often than not but he was happy that his husband felt in control of his routine. He was happy that his husband seemed to be getting the exercise and meals that he wanted. There was a smile that lit up his husband's face when they would cross paths in the hallway.
There were moments when their fingers would brush briefly together. When they would end up in the bathroom at the same time for kisses to be given on cheeks. Hands twisting together and backs to the wall with lips on faces. Or when they had their lunches along together where they could cuddle up together on the floor of Shouta's classroom to eat their lunches. There was a contentment to the both of them in the aftermath of that feederism that he was more than happy with.
Shouta seemed to be happy to give him the affection he sought after during their time at home. The black-haired man finding his way into his lap and hands in his hair with lips attacking his face with adoring kisses. Moments where he sat on the floor, his head resting against Shouta's knee while fingers braided his hair and unbraided it repeatedly. When Shouta's fingers buried themselves into his hair to scratch gently at him.
When Shouta dragged him onto his lap which he was more than happy to cuddle up in. To let his husband hold him for a couple hours was a dream. It was an absolute delight to be curled up on Shouta's lap with those strong arms wrapped securely around him like he was something precious. Like he was a treasured object that Shouta had to hold to his chest or else he'd disappear.
There were moments when he got to twirl those curls around his fingers idly while he hugged himself to Shouta. When they were standing in the kitchen swaying idly together while the black-haired man made dinner. When they were grading their work in the dining room together with feet touching lightly beneath the table. Kicking and nudging at one another until Shouta was snapping at him to cut it out.
There was a contentment between the both of him that he absolutely adored more than anything in the world. Knowing his husband was even the slightest bit happy? Knowing he was over the moon happy? Well, there was absolutely nothing he loved more. There was something unbelievably nice about being able to curl up with his husband in bed together when the day had finished.
When they got to merely exist together without the worries of life weighing them down. However, as they entered May, he found that his schedule was tightly packed; the same with Shouta's. It always got busy around this time but with Hitoshi's graduation coming up, he found it all the more hectic. Making sure that Hitoshi had his final pictures taken, his cap and gown, and making sure he did his work all ate up his time.
May was always hectic as they prepared for June where their anniversary would take place. Anything to make sure that he could take time off, find child care for Eri, and making sure that he had a nice weekend for him and his husband to spend together. To make sure his husband felt appreciated and loved for a few days without worrying about work was always the goal when it came to their anniversary.
And so, slowly but surely, in the second week of May those sweet touches they gave one another slowly began to diminish. There wasn't time for them when they were flying from place to the next with their task list being never ending. Always having something added to it that made the list longer. Made their time spread thinner. He hated that he felt he had no time for his husband when they collapsed into bed by the end of their very long days.
He knew he was going to make it up to the black-haired man. He was going to make sure that everything regarding their anniversary went off without a hitch so there was nothing to worry about. Nothing to fuss over. He was doing everything he could to ensure that they'd have a wonderful few days to themselves after their anniversary. Anything to make sure that his husband has the time of his life when it came down to it.
And if that meant pulling extra hours at work then so be it. He was more than happy to make sure that he was ready for their anniversary if it meant taking on extra work. He wanted to make sure that there was nothing that could disturb them or ruin their anniversary. However, as they began to take on more hours with that never-ending list of tasks, it hardly left them time to be lazing about the house.
And not to mention the patrols that they would take on in the afternoon that had him late for dinner or the patrols that kept his husband out late at night. There was always something that had them running in and out of the front door. He was trying his best to make things work for the two of them. To make sure they got in that contented cuddle time that the black-haired man adored. It was only the second week of May but going on the third week, he found himself busier than the previous week.
He hardly saw his husband at the school due to his packed schedule that had him drafting emails to send off to parents and students. Papers that seemed to stack up in a never ending pile that he found himself frantically grading to make sure that he kept up with everything. Preparing his students for their written exams as well as their physical ones. Making sure he got all papers handed back to him in a timely manner to his students.
Making sure he was grading final essays on his laptop. And then there was the patrols in the afternoon that had him running about. Shouta seemed a bit miffed when he was late for dinner; when he came trudging over the doorway and heated his food in the microwave. His husband was always miffed when he was late for dinner but he felt awful for it. He didn't want his husband to miss out because he was running patrols but he knew he couldn't change it.
He had to do as his company said and if they said to patrol then he was on patrol. He just wished that his husband didn't look so unhappy when he was heating his food up in the microwave and devouring it over the sink. When he sat down with the papers to grade. They were only two weeks into May but he could see that his husband was becoming unhappy. There was a discourse that he couldn't find the source for but his husband kept waving it away.
Kept denying that he felt any type of way negatively. However, as the second week wore on, he could see his husband was growing unhappy. He couldn't find the source for it when his husband was consistently waving him off and denying it. When he was ignoring the mounting emotion and tucking himself away when he came home from work. There was a missing piece he wasn't seeing and he was trying desperately to understand the change in his husband.
Trying to understand why he was feeling the way he was feeling. Drumming his fingers on the counters edge while his food spun in the microwave, he dragged his teeth over his lip as he bounced on his toes. When he came home, showered, and was told of his food in the microwave his husband had retreated into their bedroom. He'd hardly let him touch him when he came home and begged it off as a migraine.
He didn't understand the sudden shift but he wanted too. Normally he was so in tune with his emotions, understanding perfectly what the black-haired man was thinking and feeling. And yet here he was, feeling like he was blind. Feeling like he had not a clue how his husband was feeling. He was worried for his husband. He didn't know why but he felt he needed to know.
Dragging his teeth over his lip, letting it go, he turned to the microwave where he pulled at the handle before it could beep. His husband had chosen a simplistic meal tonight; a simple pasta dish with garlic bread. He opened the drawer to grab a fork and shut the drawer with his hip. His stomach was rolling, twisting, so sharply that when he scooped up the first bite of his food, he felt he'd spit it right back out.
His throat felt so tight it felt damn near impossible to get anything down it. However, after chewing mechanically, he swallowed and surprisingly the food went down without much fuss. He tried to lose himself in the hand to mouth motion of scooping his pasta up then popping it into his mouth where he chewed then swallowed. Again and again, he ate his food with a stiffness to him when he swallowed again the mouthful. He needed to talk to his husband.
There was no sense in putting something off just because his husband was upset with him. He needed to talk to the man to figure out just what was going on with him. What was going on in that head of his that was fussier than his own. Had he forgotten something? Had he not done something right? Had he spaced on an event? He didn't know. He couldn't deny he was spending much more time outside of the house whether it was alone or with their daughter down at the park.
However, he didn't think that would upset his husband. After all, the weather was so nice that even Shouta was sunbathing occasionally in the sunlight that was becoming far more abundant. His husband had even commented on the good weather the other day as they curled up on the back porch swing while Eri played. He didn't understand what he'd missed, where he'd gone wrong, but he was determined to make it up to his husband.
He was determined to make sure that Shouta was happy again. Was it because he was taking longer than usual to pick something off of the list? No, it couldn't be. His husband had never shown impatience with him picking something off of the list; if anything, he'd been meaning to look it over. He'd been meaning to choose something off of the list but the past two weeks had really flown by in a blur of work. Was that it? Was Shouta dissatisfied that he was working so much?
That he was pulling so many late nights? Or was it something else entirely? He chewed his food automatically before swallowing then scooping up some more noodles which he sucked into his mouth with a small slurping sound. Devouring the plate fast as he could when he scooped up his garlic bread. Eating it without tearing his eyes from the window before him. What could be making his husband unhappy? What could be bringing his husband down?
They always had the unspoken agreement that work would be busier in May so that their anniversary could go off without a hitch. Was there something about him working so much that made his husband displeased? Or had he forgotten something? He was wracking his mind trying to find the answer he was looking for when he forced his hand to continue moving. Bringing the food to his mouth while he blinked then felt his glasses slip down his nose slightly.
Making quick work with the noodles before picking up his hunk of garlic bread. Biting into it and chewing the mouthful before swallowing. He blew on his food to keep it from scalding his mouth as he shoved forkful after forkful into his mouth. If Shouta was in a bad mood, would confronting him be the wrong move? Would it be the wrong thing? Or was his husband laying in their bed right now trying to will him to enter the room?
He devoured the rest of his garlic bread which he swallowed down hard; wincing at the lump that moved down his throat and through his chest. He scraped his fork over the plate with a screech of the prongs on the glass plate. Scraping the noodles to the edge as he opened his mouth. Sucking them into his mouth then placing the plate down in the sink before turning to grab a paper towel.
Wiping his mouth to rid it of the sauce, he then took a slow breath through his nose then let it out slowly. He walked forward towards the fridge, tugging it open with a sucking pull to grab a bottle of Coke off of the shelf before him. Shutting the fridge door, he rubbed the napkin over his mouth again and his upper lip to make sure there were no remnants of sauce left. Tossing it into the trash, he twisted the cap of the Coke off and lifted the bottle up to gulp at the fizzy drink.
It sizzled down his throat and through his chest with a shiver racing through him at the chill of it running through his chest. Then he lowered it with a sigh, rubbing the back of his hand against his mouth, and capped the bottle once more. He then took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back, then looking to the hallway of theirs. If Shouta was waiting for him then it was better to talk it out now, wasn't it?
It was better to go in there "guns blazing" and figure out what was going on with his husband, wasn't it? Wasn't that the best course of action? Or would this be something that bit him in the ass? The last thing he wanted was to go in there and accuse his husband of something that hadn't been done. To sound accusatory. His husband was clearly having a bad day; he'd seen it in the way Shouta trudged from one place to the next.
The way that eye of his flickered with yellow light as his quirk threatened to manifest with his irritation. How it crackled like lightening. How apathetic his husband had seemed at lunch where he'd poked more than ate his lunch before eating a quarter of it then going to his pouch. He was worried for his husband who seemed to keep his distances from him today but the black-haired man had assured him that all was fine. That he was fine.
But it was painfully clear that something was wrong with his husband; that something was going on in that head of his that had him frowning. Had him quieter than normal. Fiddling with the cap of his Coke, he took another breath before lifting his feet. Walking forward as he flicked the kitchen light out, he walked past the freezer down his little hallway. The thud of his feet on the carpeted floor ringing out to fill the quiet.
Walking down the hallway, he made his way down the hallway to their double doors. He hesitated briefly before reaching out to slide the left door open where the dim light of their overhead lights filled the room. Very dim. He could make out the form of Shouta curled up on the bed with his thighs drawn up in the fetal position. The cats around him resting peacefully as he stepped into the room then reached behind him to slide the door shut.
Flipping the lock into place, he leaned against the doors while his husband's side moved up and down slowly. Was he sleeping? Or feigning sleep? He chewed at his lip slightly before walking forward when Shouta squirmed; shifting slightly with his hair rustling over the pillow as he walked over to their big bed. He placed his Coke onto the bedside table with a light thud before pressing his knees to the edge of their bed.
And then he climbed up onto the bed as he crawled forward towards his husband who shifted again. Shooing away Twix and Simba gently, he shuffled forward then laid out with his chest pressing to Shouta's back and he wrapped an arm around his husband who grabbed his hand. Fingers sliding between his then holding on tightly to which he squeezed back as he kissed his husband's shoulder softly.
Tightening his arm around the man as he pulled him back to rest with his knees bending up slightly. His thighs pressing to the backs of Shouta's when he rubbed his thumb against his husband's pinky. Loving the way those fingers clung to him when he kissed at the back of his husband's shoulder softly with his chin coming to rest on his shoulder with black curls tickling his cheek. It was now or never. He needed to know what was going on with his husband and he needed to know now.
He wanted to fix whatever it was that was harming his husband. He wanted the chance to help his husband work through whatever it was that had him so down. Had him so unhappy. There was no point in letting his husband deal with things on his own; unless Shouta asked for it, he wanted to be there to help his husband through this. He had not a clue what Shouta was dealing with, what he was thinking, but he was determined to help. For him to know he was cared and loved. That he could come to him about anything.
"Shouta, baby, are you okay? Are you having a bad day, baby? Or is there something wrong?" His voice was loud in the quiet of their bedroom when he felt fingers tightening on his when he rubbed his thumb against his husband's pinky again gently when he felt Shouta squirm slightly against him to which he tightened his arm around him. "Baby, you gotta talk to me for me to help, you know? I want to help you but I can't unless you tell me what's wrong. So, tell me? Please?"
There was a silent stretch between them. His heart thudded against his chest; slow, hard beats while his stomach fluttered nervously when he pressed his lips to Shouta's shoulder. No kissing. Just a press of his face to his shoulder when the hand in his tightened with fingers clinging to him. "You know, some days it just hits me, you know? I did what was necessary. I always have. And yet it just hits me sometimes, you know? Gets me really thinking."
"About what, baby? What's got you thinking?" Tightening his arm around his husband, he pressed his chin gently to his husband's shoulder to speak. The black-haired man shifted slightly before the hand in his was sliding out of his grasp and Shouta was turning in his arms. Rolling over with a hand reaching out to touch his side with fingers twisting into his shirt. That dark eye looking at him with black lashes fluttering. "You've gotta be more specific than that, baby, if you need or want me to help."
"My leg. My eye. They're both losses that I tried my best to go through life with. I treated it like any other thing; I tried to adapt and overcome it. I'd like to say, nearly two years later, that I've gotten used to it. I've gotten comfortable with it but there are days where it just hits me like a truck." His husband's fingers were twisting into his shirt idly; plucking then straightening it out. Over and over again. Shouta pressed up against him when full lips parted slightly as he looked away. "And then there's you."
Blinking at his husband's tone, he found himself tightening his arm around his husband's waist. There was something about that tone that struck a chord in him that had him frowning at his husband with his brows squeezing together. There was a note to his voice; something that spoke of melancholy but not completely. Regret? Confusion? It was hard to pin down the correct term for his husband's tone when he rubbed his hand against the small of his back. "What about me?"
"How you accepted it." Blinking again at his husband, Shouta's gaze flicked back up to him; dark eye glittering while that gray eye stared right at him. Like he could see through that eye of his even if it was impossible. "You cried harder than me when it happened. You cried so, so hard over it but then you just accepted it. Took it at face value and you've been touching me, kissing me, loving me like there's not parts of me missing. Doesn't that bother you in the slightest bit? Me being disfigured?"
"Disfigured?" He yelped the word out incredulously when his husband flinched slightly to which he pressed his left palm against his husband's cheek while tightening his arm around his waist. Holding his husband close to him. "Who in the world would dare call you disfigured? Shouta, baby, I accepted it because there's no changing what is, you know? And the reality is that you lost half a leg! You lost an eye! That's because you fought in a war, baby!"
"But the way you just accepted it as is without grieving longer is just strange. I mean, I don't think I've properly grieved over the losses myself, if I'm being honest. I can't use my quirk properly, my eye is fucked, and I have to wear a prosthetic. How did none of this bother you? How do you still touch me? How can you still want me the way that you do? Because face it, I've got my losses and it's changed me. There's no old Shouta only the version that you have now, you know?"
"Shouta, I have grieved for you every day." Pausing to take a breath when that dark eye widened at him, he slid his thumb gently over his husband's cheekbone while the fingers of his other hand rolled into his lower back. "From the moment you lost your leg and eye, I've grieved for you. But just because I've grieved doesn't mean you've changed. There may be no old Shouta but you're still Shouta, you know? How could I not want you? How could I not love you? Why would I ever not touch you?"
"I don't know." Shouta's voice was a whisper with his hand clinging to his waist as fingers twisted into his thin blouse he'd changed into. That dark eye staring at him and he swore there was a wetness to it; a sheen of wetness when Shouta blinked quickly as if to rid the evidence of it. His lips pinching together when that dark eye flicked away from him. "I just- I don't understand how you could still want me after those losses. I never stopped to question it, you know?"
Leaning forward, he kissed the tip of his husband's nose firmly which had it scrunching up adorably. He then kissed his husband's cheek when he rolled with Shouta yelping when he dragged the black-haired man on top of him. A knee and the stump of his right thigh digging into the bed on either side of his waist as he slid his hand from Shouta's cheek to touch his back. Hands sliding up it when he kissed his cheek again. "Shouta, I will always want you! Always and forever, that's what you have with me!"
"But it-"
"Doesn't matter! You went through hell and back, Shouta, and you have your losses but that's what happens when you fight in a war! Baby, there is no world where I don't find you beautiful! Where I wouldn't worship the ground, you walk on!" Tightening his arms around his husband, he kissed at his cheek again. Kissing at him before pulling back to meet that gaze. "I love you, Shouta. That's how I can want you. That's how I can touch you. How I can make love to you. Because you're mine."
"So, then it doesn't-?"
"Bother me? Of course it doesn't anymore! Shouta, baby, why in the world would I ever stop wanting you? You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life, you know that? You're my husband, even if you are missing a few pieces! You're mine." Tightening his arms around his husband, he slid his hands up and down along his back gently with the black-haired man staring at him with a look of awe. "I love you, Shouta Yamada-Aizawa, and there is nothing that will ever change that, you hear me?"
Again, those black lashes fluttered and he swore that his husband's left eye shimmered before looking away from him. Full lips pinching together tightly with hands resting on his chest with fingers curling to clutch at his shirt lightly. And God, if he didn't want to love this man. If he didn't want to see him smile again. He kissed softly at his husband's jaw again and again; soft pecking kisses that had his husband breathing in then letting it out on a shudder. "So, it really doesn't bother you then? At all?"
"Not one bit, baby! You're my husband, my partner, my better half, and I'll always stick with you! Through hell and high water, through sickness and in health, better or worse, we're going to stick together, baby, and I'll always be here for you!" Rubbing his hands up and down his husband's back, that dark eye came back to him with that wet sheen to it when he smiled softly at his husband. "I mean it, sweet thing. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life and you're never going to shake me away."
"I love you, Hizashi." His husband breathed out then with hands letting go of his shirt to reach up and cup his face. Palms pressing to his cheeks when Shouta smiled softly at him; the first smile in three days. The first one that meant something; not those empty smiles his husband had been giving him lately. Thumbs slid along his cheeks gently, just below his glasses, when Shouta pressed his palms to his cheeks. "You're my world, you know that? I don't say it often but I really, truly, love you, Hizashi Aizawa-Yamada."
"You know, maybe it was fa-"
"I will kick your ass if you say some shit like it was 'fate' that we met and started dating! You know I don't believe in fate or any of that shit!" He grinned sheepishly up at his husband who rolled his eyes and God if it wasn't an absolute punch to the gut to see it. It had him squeezing his arms around his husband who then smiled softly down at him again with thumbs moving. "You're a damn fool believing in that, you know. But I won't judge you too harshly for believing in fate. You're only a man after all."
"A man who loves you really bad, baby!" He crooned back when he slid his hands up his husband's back which arched beneath his hands as the black-haired man slid his hands from his face to his chest again. Fingers plucking at his shirt when he then tilted his head over the pillow with his hair rustling over the cover of it. "Is this what's had you in a funk for the past three days, baby? You could've told me sooner that you were feeling this way and I would've been happy to reassure you."
"Maybe I'm a bit of an idiot." Shouta's voice had a playful lilt to it when lips were coming down to press against his cheek; soft kisses that trailed down to his jaw. A sigh fanning over his cheek then when his husband twisted his fingers into his blouse lightly with his lips pressing to his jaw again and again. Soft kisses that had him melting into the bed as he slid his hands along his husband's back. "I know I've been sitting on it for a while but I appreciate you, love. I appreciate you so much. "
"You know, if you're in the mood for it, I can show you how I still want you! I'd love nothing more than to make love to you, baby! Because half a leg or missing eye, you're still the most beautiful, stunning, gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life!" Kissing at his husband's cheek softly, the black-haired man laughed then he rolled again. This time to plant Shouta back onto the bed as he rolled on top of him with arms curling up around his shoulders as he kissed his jaw. "That is, if you want me too, baby!"
"I'd love to make love with you, love. I'm sorry that I didn't come to you sooner about this or that I didn't talk to you sooner about it. I suppose I've been trying to choke it down but it's just been festering, you know? I won't lie to you and say it hasn't been on my mind since everything happened but you really know how to put me at ease, don't you, love?" Hands slid along his chest softly with that soft, sweet smile on his husband's lips when he leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose causing it to scrunch adorably.
"I'll always put you at ease, baby! I'll always be here to talk you down from your ledges and to always be understanding! Next time, just talk to me about it, okay? There's nothing you could say that would offend me or anything of the sort! I like knowing what's going on with you, baby, and what goes on in that fussy head of yours!" He nuzzled his nose to Shouta's which got him a soft chuckle from the man when he pulled back then smiled softly down at his head. "Now, are you ready to make love?"
This had his husband's sweet, soft smile widening further with a sparkle forming in that dark eye of his. Black curls spread over the pillow with his fingers twisting into his shirt where they tugged lightly at the neckline. Fingers touching his tattooed collar bone softly when he felt his husband squirm beneath him with a trembling breath being taken by the both of them when Shouta smiled widely up at him. "Born ready, love."
Smiling down at his husband, he leaned down with hands sliding along his chest to come up to his shoulders when he pressed his lips against Shouta's. The feel of those full, plush lips against his was a damn treat. Knowing his husband had been sitting on this for God knows how long just about broke his heart. But he had meant what he'd said; he will always be there to put him at ease. He would always be there to talk him down from his ledges.
He would be nothing short of understanding. Moving his lips against Shouta's, those hands slid along his shoulders only to lock together behind his neck; slipping beneath his hair as forearms pressed to his shoulders lightly. Lips moving together slowly with slides that had him melting as he pressed down against his husband gently with thighs pressing against his waist.
The rustle of a foot sliding over the blankets when Shouta's thighs tensed around his waist slightly before relaxing like the rest of him. A sigh fanning over his cheek that he couldn't help but echo with a sigh of his own as he moved his lips against his husband's. Loving the way he melted beneath him with hands holding onto him tightly with the black-haired man moving his lips against his. Melting to shape and curve against his own after a few soft slides.
Melting together with those full lips of his filling in the gaps that his own thinner ones couldn't. God, he wished his husband hadn't been carrying this worry. This fear. He wished he'd seen it forever ago so he could have put it to rest much earlier but he'd missed this. He'd missed it and he felt guilty over that. Pressing himself down against his husband who squirmed beneath him slightly with another sigh, he felt fingers pulling apart with one sliding up into his hair.
The other cupping the nape of his neck gently with fingers rolling into the tense muscles there where he hummed softly at his husband who hummed back at him with nails scratching at his head. It sent shivers racing down his back; the sensation of those massaging fingers and his husband's scratching? They were absolutely amazing when paired together. Leaning onto his left hand, he lifted his left hand to slide it along his husband's right thigh.
Moving up and down it gently with his fingers just barely brushing over the stump of it before sliding up to caress his hip. He'd show his husband he wanted him. Needs him. That just because he was missing half a leg didn't mean he would want him any less. Kissing his husband slowly with that tender passion had his husband sighing out again with fingers tightening on the nape of his neck.
Squeezing gently with nails dragging over his scalp sending shivers down his back once more. Tingles fanning under his skin only to pool into his stomach as his husband shifted slightly beneath him. Hands holding onto him when the hand on the nape of his neck slid down to caress his upper back. Gently rubbing at him with lips sliding slowly, tenderly with his own with slow breaths taken through noses.
His glasses pressed into his cheekbones and eyebrows but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. His husband didn't complain either; didn't pull back and insist he take them off but he knew his husband would be slipping them off when they broke apart again. Kissing his husband with that tender passion, he felt Shouta squirming beneath him slightly with fingers twisting into his hair with a pull that had his back arching.
He let out a soft sound at his husband who merely twisted beneath him again when he was then being pushed at much to his surprise. And he happily rolled over; dragging Shouta with him as his back hit the bed with Shouta straddling his waist again, he slid his hands down his back. Rubbing over the curve of his ass, the black-haired man hummed at him when he slid his hands up over his ass and along his back.
Loving the way his husband arched down against him with his chest pressing tightly to his own as his breaths hitched slightly before trembling out of him in response. Shifting beneath his husband slightly when the black-haired man's knee and stump digging into the bed. Hips pressing tightly down while Shouta's hand cupped the back of his head while the other slid down to caress his waist.
There was always something so good about being pinned beneath his husband like this. There was something he loved about having Shouta on top of him. Having that comforting weight pushing him down into the bed. He was more than happy to kiss his husband with that tender passion that was returned to him in kind with nails scratching at his head sending tingles racing down his back.
They may not have chosen a kink for tonight but he couldn't help but feel there was a name to put to this. If anything, he knew he'd have time later to look over their list and cross off whatever fit best with this. Moving his lips against Shouta's, the quiet brush of their moving lips filling the quiet of their bedroom much like the rustle of his hands sliding over Shouta's back. He slid his hands up and down along his husband's back that arched and pressed their chests together tightly.
Kissing his husband delightfully with his fingers tugging playfully at the hem of his shirt. Shouta was always so warm. It's what he loves the most about his husband. Sliding his hands up and down along his husband's back, he moved his lips against Shouta's with a spark of eagerness twisting into his chest with his heart skipping against his chest wildly.
His stomach fluttering when the black-haired man pressed down tightly against him; pushing him into the bed ever so slightly. He loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. He knows how much Shouta loves being pinned to the bed and God knows he loves the same treatment. He happily slid his hands down his husband's back to rub over his ass before giving it a hard squeeze. Cupping his ass with the black-haired man shivering against him when he palmed at his ass gently.
Squeezing, squishing, gripping. Lips slid against his with a firmer press that he returned to his husband with that light smack coming to break up the quiet whispering of their moving lips. An intermittent sound that rang out quietly in the dimness of their bedroom; he squeezed at his husband's ass firmly. Palming at it which had the black-haired man squirming slightly with toes curling tightly as they twisted together.
Shouta pushing him down into the bed with a hand sliding along his side sending tingles to pool into his stomach. Wave after wave of tingles that had him squirming slightly with his hands squeezing fervently at his husband who let out a soft groan at him with hips bucking down against him. A hit that had heat flashing over his skin in a sizzling burst; like he'd been lit aflame briefly only for it to tingle over his skin as his husband let out another of those soft groans.
It had his stomach fluttering just to hear that little sound; it had him absolutely melting into the bed that his husband was pushing him down into. He rubbed his hands over his husband's ass gently before sliding up to touch the hem of his shirt. Tugging on it playfully before flicking it up to slip his hands beneath his husband's shirt with palms sliding over that dry skin of his. The warmth of him soaking into his palms as he slid his hands up, up, up along his husband's back.
His forearms slipping beneath his shirt as well. Brushing his hands over his shoulder blades with the black-haired man letting out a huff in response as he began to trace out the few scars he knew lined his upper back. Scars that he adored more than anything in the world. Tracing idle shapes as he slid his hands down his back, he rolled his fingers into his husband's back gently with those idle shapes that had goosebumps breaking out over his husband's skin.
A shudder racing over the man who twisted down against him to press him into the bed while fingers toyed with his hair slightly before tugging. Nails dragging over his scalp had his back arching slightly from the bed only to have Shouta push him down into it which had him groaning at his husband. An enthusiastic sound when he slid his hands over his husband's lower back then used his nails to scratch at the black-haired man.
Adoring the way, he arched and squirmed against him with hips nudging against him again which he happily returned with a nudge of his own. Loving the soft groan that left his husband in response as fingers tugged at his hair again with nails scratching at his scalp. It had shivers racing over him as Shouta pressed tightly against him which, in response, pushed him into the bed.
Holding him down tightly with his hands moving over the black-haired man's back. Sliding his hands down lower to grab at his husband's ass with hips nudging at him which he happily returned. Feeling Shouta squirming on top of him when he palmed at his ass, squeezing and squishing it, he couldn't help but admire how it filled up his hands. How it was absolutely something perfect to hold onto.
Something that had him humming softly with his fingers curling to squeeze at the black-haired man who kissed him with that tender passion. It had his blood thrumming through his veins with how fast it rushed. How fast his heart beat in his chest as the black-haired man pushed him into the bed; pinning him into place much to his delight when fingers curled to scratch at his head. A gentle scratching that had his toes curling tightly with the excitement unfurling in his chest.
Leaving him breathless under its weight when he moved his lips against Shouta's. Inching up the speed of their moving lips ever so slightly with the black-haired man humming down at him in response. A satisfied, content sound that had his heart jumping in his chest to his throat as he rubbed his hands over the curve of Shouta's ass again and again. Squeezing, squishing, gripping it. His husband's hips bucked down again to nudge against him to which he nudged his hips up.
Nudging only to have his lower half pinned down by his husband's. And God if that wasn't a rush of its own. It had him wheezing out a breath through his nose only to take one far too fast as he slipped his hands beneath his husband's shirt to slide up his back that arched. Pressed so tightly together he swore he couldn't tell whose heart beat harder; his or Shouta's. He happily clutched the man close to him with lips sliding against his quickly with that hard press.
A light smack ringing out from the pressure change of the kiss. The rustle of his hair on the pillow case as he kissed his husband with his head tilting back slightly. Offering up more of his face to make those kisses easier on the both of them as Shouta moved with him with lips sliding against his with that passion bubbling into the kiss. The desire that was poured into it like a slow moving magma; trickling into the kiss slowly but surely.
Making no mistake of what that intent was as he clutched his husband close who twisted against him in a squirm. And then hips were rolling down against him curiously; a gentle rolling that had him groaning in approval at his husband when he rolled his hips up against his husband. Doing his best to move in his pinned position when the black-haired man shivered above him when he dragged his nails down his back lightly.
Moving his hand in a lazy S formation on either side of his husband's back as the man shuddered above him in response. He happily kissed his husband with that budding desire, the budding lust, as lips slid against his fervently. Passionately. There was nothing he loves more than letting his husband show him what he wanted. What he needed from him. Sliding his hands along his husband's back, moving them up and down, with the black-haired man squirming above him.
Hips rolling down against him in a grind. A slow, firm grind that had him groaning out when his dick twitched with interest as he squirmed with his hands sliding down the black-haired man's back. Loving the way his husband was squirming on top of him with fingertips tracing along his back. He did his best to move his hands in those aimless, light shapes along his husband's skin with the light touch that always had the man squirming.
He then felt his husband shifting before pushing off of the bed to sit up and lips left his with a sharp smack as Shouta's knee dug into the bed along with the stump of his right thigh. His hands went down to grab the hem of his shirt and, much to his delight, his husband flipped it up over his stomach to his chest where it was pulled up. Revealing that softly toned stomach and his broad chest with its wild black curls of hair.
The tracing of that tattoo peeking out over the waistband of his pants. His shirt was up and off in mere seconds with black curls falling in a heap against his upper back and past his shoulders. He looked beautiful. And then Shouta was crawling towards the side to tug open the bedside table's drawer. He watched his husband fish out the lube, the wipes, and then the box of condoms.
Balancing awkwardly as one was ripped off of the chain then tossed back into the drawer which was then snapped shut with a thud. And then his husband was hovering back over him again with the lube and condom pushed into his hand. He held onto them then placed them onto the bed within reaching distance as his husband leaned forward once more to hover over him. How beautiful that red face was when it was framed by black curls.
How beautiful his husband looked with that smoldering expression in those mismatched eyes of his. He reached up to touch his husband's flushed cheeks gently before tucking his hair behind his ears so it wouldn't be a pain for him. He gently caressed the shells of his ears lightly before Shouta leaned down and lips were coming down on his again. Pressing against his firmly, the slid against his with the previous speed they'd been using before they broke away.
As if they'd never stopped. Hips began to grind down against him again much to his delight as he held the black-haired man closer to him. A low groan in his throat which was echoed by his husband who pressed down. Pinning him to the bed the best that he could with those hips rolling in circles that had his dick twitching gain when he arched his hips up to grind with his husband.
Tight circles as he slid his hands along the black-haired man's back who squirmed and twisted eagerly against him. Hips moving together with those tight circles as his husband balanced on his right forearm while that left hand of his slid up and down his side. The chilled metal of his wedding band pressing to his skin. It had him shuddering with his toes curling as he arched up with tingles pooling into his stomach.
Feeding into the ache twisting there. An ache that twisted into his lower stomach, his crotch, that was remedied by the pressure of Shouta against him. Grinding up against his husband who moved with him as lips slid together fervently with his hands traveling over the black-haired man's back with his fingertips. Loving the way his husband twisted and squirmed in response wit hips grinding down against him in tight circles as he arched his hips up.
Grinding with his husband as his thighs spread with his feet pressing to the bed while he arched up to grind against his husband. Lips moving together in that quick, hard manner that had him eager to give and receive another kiss from his husband. Sliding his hands along his back, tracing out shapes of scars and the dips of his back, he then slid his hands down to rub over his husband's ass again.
Palming at him firmly before he slid his hands up to hook his fingers into the waistband of his pants. Lips pressed harder to his own with a low moan leaving the black-haired man when he then worked his pants down over his ass with hips grinding down fiercely against him. Grinding up with that similar strength and press, a moan left his throat with his husband squirming above him again.
The friction, the pressure, had his dick twitching in a volley when he reached down for the lube. Touching the cool tube, he lifted it up then clawed blindly at the cap until it cracked open. Squeezing the lube out onto his fingers, lips slid against his own with a hard press as that desire burned into the kisses given. Sizzling. He was absolutely delighted when he placed the lube back down then worked on spreading it over his fingers with a light squelch.
Spreading then out to make sure they were evenly coated before reaching to grab at a cheek. Spreading his husband apart with a whimper leaving the man as he brought his slick fingers forward. Touching his husband, he rolled his fingers over the black-haired man in slow, even circles. The light squelch of the lube from his rubbing fingers rang out. Lips slid against his with a fervor, a fierceness, that had him utterly melting into the bed.
He kissed the black-haired man with that same fervor. With that same desire, passion and lust that had each kiss sizzling hotter than the last as the black-haired man jutted his hips back. Rolling in those slow circles he knew his husband loved, his hole twitched beneath his fingers. An action that had him groaning at his husband when hips ground down fiercely then against him to get his dick twitching in a volley at the friction.
The pressure of his husband's hips sliding against him which had him squirming with a moan in his throat. Rolling his fingers over his husband with that light squelch, he prodded gently with his fingertips at his husband's twitching hole. The black-haired man whimpering at him in response when hips slid back then forward. And it was like something clicked in his husband when he moaned at him.
A snap so sudden he swore he could hear it. And then the black-haired man was sliding his hips back and forth with his fingers struggling to stay on his skin. He rolled his fingers in circles before deciding to switch it out for that up and down rub. Moving in time with his husband's sliding hips with moans slipping out of the both of them in unison. Grinding, rubbing, sliding. His thighs twitched as if to spread themselves wider which, after a moment of debate, he happily did so.
His feet slid over the bed as he ground his hips up while Shouta slid his hips back and forth. Rubbing his fingers over that twitching hole with the same up and down movement in time with his husband's hips which had the black-haired man squirming. Twisting. Their chests pressed tightly together with hips moving together with a moan slipping out of his husband when he pressed his fingers down firmly against him.
Prodding at his hole with the tips of his fingers before he began to bounce his fingers against his husband while sliding his fingers up and down. Firm, light, firm, light, firm, light. A bouncing rhythm that had his husband whimpering when he then swirled his fingers against him while hips snapped back and forth eagerly with the black-haired man squirming. Twisting.
Hell, he was squirming with his husband as he ground his hips up eagerly. Tight circles while Shouta snapped his hips back and forth eagerly as his dick twitched when he felt something wet drip into his boxers. It had him moaning at the realization when his dick twitched again and again in a volley. He pulled his middle finger away from the black-haired man to swirl the tip of his index finger against him.
Pushing against him firmly until there was a give that had his husband moaning at him when those inner walls clamped down around his finger. Clenching tightly around it with such strength that it had him moaning back at his husband who snapped his hips back and forth. Rubbing against him so fucking good it had his back arching from the bed with a squeeze to the cheek that he held in his hand before tugging on it to spread his husband open wider.
Loving the twitch of those inner walls around his finger when he rubbed the pad of his finger into him. Tight circles that had those inner walls clenching around him with a tremble as he rolled his finger into him. Curling it slightly which had muscles tightening around him. Squeezing. God, it was so hot inside of his husband. Hot, hot, hot. Pulling that finger back then thrusting it forward into his husband with a squelch.
One that had the black-haired man whining at him as lips slid against his fervently. Fiercely. Passionately. It robbed him of breath as he kissed his husband with the spark of eagerness in his chest as he pulled his finger back then thrusting it forward again. And again. Again, again, again. Each slick slide had those inner walls clamping down tightly around his finger as he thrusted it giddily into his husband.
The light squelch ringing out filling the quiet around them along with the sharp smack of their moving lips. Hips grinding together in tight circles with hands clutching the other closer, closer, closer. It had his dick twitching in a volley as he let his thighs drop open wide as they could naturally with wet drops soaking into his boxers. Moaning lowly in his throat, the black-haired man moaned back at him in that needy, desperate pitch as he thrusted his finger into him.
The slick squelches punctuating each thrust had his stomach fluttering when he ground himself up against his husband eagerly. Thrusting his finger into his husband quickly, shallowly, had hips squirming in between leaning back and grinding against him. Both twisting closer together with breaths fanning onto red cheeks. Trembling ever so slightly as those full lips dragged against his fiercely, fervently. There was nothing he wanted more than to sink into the heat flashing beneath his skin.
Burning waves that had him inhaling shakily as he thrusted his finger into his husband giddily. Each thrust had those inner walls clenching tightly around his finger when he rubbed the pad of it against that trembling, velvety inner wall of his. Shouta squirmed against him with a moan in his throat as their hips ground together fervently when he felt that gushing rush. Blood draining from his head to streak down when his husband thrusted against him.
A solid hit that had him moaning delightedly at the black-haired man when he thrusted back with his finger slipping into him slickly. Loving the way his husband twisted against him, he brought his middle finger close to the rim of his hole; rubbing at the skin around it teasingly. Sliding his finger closer while he paused the thrusts of his index finger to rub the tip of his middle finger against the rim of his hole.
It had inner walls clenching tightly around his finger with an eager moan leaving his husband in response when he rubbed at the twitching rim of his hole with inner walls spasming around his finger. Humming softly to his husband, he pushed at his husband; a firm, unrelenting push until his middle finger pushed into the black-haired man. Loving the keening moan, it got him from his husband was absolutely everything.
His finger slid in alongside his index finger, rubbing the pad of them against that trembling inner wall. Rolling firm circles into the trembling muscles with lips sliding fiercely against his own as the sharp smack of their moving lips filled the quiet. Trembling breaths taken when his husband was inhaling sharply only for it to fly out on a whimper when he spread his fingers out. Pushing at those trembling inner walls fiercely, he kept up the spread of his fingers then pressed them together.
Giving a thrust into the black-haired man who whimpered at him enthusiastically. He happily thrust his fingers in sharply once, twice, then spread his fingers out again. And again. Again, again, again. He spread his fingers out repeatedly to push at those inner walls that seemed determined to strangle his fingers back together to which he fought against them. Doing his best to keep his fingers spread out, he then brought them together after a moment to begin his rhythm.
That thrusting, thrusting, thrusting and spread rhythm that always drove his husband crazy. Thrusting his fingers into his husband shallowly with a slick squelch punctuating each thrust had the black-haired man writhing above him with hips grinding down. It had his hardening erection twitching in a volley at the friction it gave as he ground up against him with a moan in his throat. Thrusting his fingers giddily into the black-haired man then spreading his fingers out.
Pushing at those inner walls then bringing them back together before spreading them out again; thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Spreading, spreading, spreading. Loving how his husband's back arched and his hips bucked backwards when the hand ins his hair slid out to press to the bed as his husband's lips slid against his with a hunger that had him burning. Had heat raking beneath the surface of his skin as he moved his lips with Shouta's with that similar hunger twisting into his chest.
Listening to the squelches of his thrusting fingers and the airy whimper of his husband's when he spread his fingers out. He felt the hand on his side slipping down to curl into the waistband of his pants and boxers to tug at them. He could feel the bulge of his husband's erection pressing against him. It was a shivery worthy sensation as he spread his fingers out again and again.
A relentless spread before thrusting his fingers into the man sharply with a keening moan spilling out of his husband. There was nothing he loved more than hearing that sound leaving his husband who squirmed against him with hips jutting backwards. So shameless his husband was as his inner walls clenched around his fingers as they slipped in and out of him effortlessly.
He had not a clue if his husband had gotten himself ready or if emptying himself out was merely the routine of his but God if he wasn't happy that his husband seemed ready tonight. Thrusting his fingers into his husband again and again, the black-haired man whimpered at him pleadingly when his lips lifted away from his. Trembling breaths being taken when Shouta then lapped his tongue across his lips which he happily took the hint for.
And he opened his mouth up. His tongue moving slightly before those full lips came down on his with Shouta's tongue dipping into his mouth. Tongues moved, tips meeting then sliding against one another as Shouta's tongue began to play with his piercing. Flicking, nudging, licking, swirling. Playing with the stud in a way that he couldn't help but adore. Moaning into the kiss when inner walls clamped around his fingers when he spread them out again.
Pushing insistently at his husband in between his thrusting with those inner walls clamping down tightly around his fingers when they gave up their spread. He thrusted his fingers giddily, delightedly, into his husband who merely squirmed on top of him with fingers tugging at the waistband of his pants. As if they wanted to pull them down but knew it was impossible. His erection twitched with wet drops of pre-come soaking into the fabric of his boxers.
Then he spread his fingers out back-to-back. Flexing outwards to push at the inner walls again and again which had his husband moaning with hips jutting back eagerly. God, does he love how those inner walls clamped around his fingers; squeezing them for all their damn worth. As if they were his erection and God if that wasn't the hottest thing in the world. Thrusting his fingers into his husband again and again, he then spread his fingers out to push at his inner walls.
There was no perfect looseness but he could get his husband close to it as possible. Inner walls trembled around his fingers when he spread his fingers out; trying in vain to bring his fingers together as he then pressed them together. Thrusting giddily into his husband who moaned at him so prettily as their tongues slid together in massaging rubs. Slow. Hot.
Tracing the roof of his husband's mouth with the tip of his tongue then sliding his tongue against Shouta's. Spreading his fingers out inside of his husband again, he happily pushed at those trembling muscles again and again. It had the black-haired man moaning at him when he then pulled his fingers out of him. Shouta then pulled away from their kiss with a final flick of his tongue at his as they took shaking breaths.
And then his husband was moving; he was twisting to turn around with his knee planting widely over the bed with his hips arching up. And he was scrambling up onto his knees when his husband shoved his pants to his thighs and he grabbed for the condom. Fumbling. Eager. Grabbing the lube, he jerked his pants down with his erection springing up to rest against his stomach with a happy twitch as he squeezed a dollop onto his fingers.
Using it to spread over his piercings as his teeth bit the condom to hold it in place. He rubbed a thin layer over his piercings then held the condom as he tore it open so eager the condom itself almost went flying. Grabbing at it with trembling fingers, he reached down to press it to the head before rolling it down his shaft towards the base. Tugging it gently over his piercings then down at the base until he was satisfied it was on properly when he used the lube again.
Squirting a palmful, he then reached down to wrap his hand around himself with lube dripping to the blanket beneath him when he stroked himself once, twice, with a deafening squelch. Making sure the lube was spread evenly before he then shuffled closer to his husband. Grabbing a cheek, he spread his husband open again with his hips angling forward as he grabbed himself.
Holding himself as he pressed the head of his erection against that twitching hole. There was a time and place for teasing; tonight wasn't it. He didn't want to tease his husband. He wants to be inside of him, to show him how beautiful he was, and he wants to do it now. Nudging at his husband playfully, rubbing the head of his erection against that twitching hole with his husband whimpering at him as hips jutted backwards.
He pressed forward with a trembling breath being taken when he pushed, pushed, pushed at his husband when there was a give. One that had him inhaling sharply as he sank into his husband only for it to fly out of him on a moan. One that was echoed beneath him as his husband let out a keening, snapping moan with fingers twisting into the blanket to hold onto it. Black curls spread over the blanket as his husband's head tilted backwards with his mouth falling open widely.
His lashes fluttering on his red cheek as curls threatened to fall into his face as his back arched with hips jutting back eagerly. And God if he wasn't so fucking beautiful it hurt. If he wasn't the most stunning sight in the world. He couldn't help another moan at his husband as he slipped forward slickly into the black-haired man; sinking into him inch by inch as he watched himself slip into him. Watching the twitch of that hole around him as inner walls spasmed around him.
It was fucking hot. And then his hips were lightly slapping against his husband as he bottomed out with those inner walls clamping down around him so fucking good. Hot . Tight. Good, good, good! He slid his hand from his husband's ass and, with his left hand, he grabbed at his husband's hips to hold him back against his pelvis tightly. Loving the groan it got him from his husband who ground back against him tightly in circles that were absolutely drool worthy.
He couldn't stop himself from grinding with Shouta who arched his back a bit more with hips pressing back against him hard. Moving frantically together with that light squelch ringing out between them. Grinding together eagerly with the black-haired man clenching tightly around him with such strength that it had him shuddering. His hips bucking slightly against his husband who moaned at him eagerly with hips grinding back against him.
Fingers twisted into the blankets. Holding onto them. Grinding against his husband tightly, he squeezed at his husband's moving hips which got him a moan from the black-haired man. Shuddering slightly with inner walls clenching tightly around him as his husband's thighs spread wide for him. He could only imagine how hard he had to be. He shuddered with his toes curling when his husband rocked forward on his knees then snapped back against his pelvis.
Rocking forward then backwards again with a slick squelch ringing out when he let out an encouraging moan at the black-haired man who began to rock himself back and forth. An easy rocking that had him in absolute awe; clinging to his husband's hips as the man rocked back and forth on his knees. Swinging forward only to snap back against his pelvis with inner walls clenching tightly around him.
It had him throwing his head back with a keening moan of his own when his husband hit back against him in that back and forth rock. He could let his husband move like this all night long. He could let Shouta do as he pleased for the remainder of the night if that's what it took to build up his confidence. Everyone had off days and today was just one of them. He planned on making it right for his husband.
A whimper broke him out of his idle thought when he looked down at his husband who shuddered with his hips moving back and forth eagerly. Hips striking back against his pelvis with a light slap of their skin meeting as he watched himself slipping in and out of Shouta as the black-haired man rocked on his knees with fingers holding onto the blanket. Shouta was beautiful.
The arch to his back and the way he was rocking on his knees was absolutely beautiful. He looked stunning laid out like that beneath him on his knees with his hips jutting back again and again. A shallow, snapping speed that was set by his husband that he would abide by until it changed. He held onto his husband as he tugged weakly at his hips with the black-haired man rocking on his knees eagerly.
Loving the way that his back arched, how his hair splayed over the blanket, and the redness to his cheek. Watching his husband's hips moving quickly in snapping, shallow hits against his pelvis that had him holding on tighter to the black-haired man. Watching him rock on his knees with hips moving back and forth as his mouth hung open slightly with a moan spilling out of the man. God, he was stunning.
Shouta snapped his hips back and forth quickly with that shallow depth. Hitting against his pelvis again and again with that light slap of their skin meeting each time with toes curling as he dragged his teeth over his lip. Biting down on it with pain shrieking down his chin in a jolt when he clung to his husband's hips that moved quickly to hit back against his pelvis when he fought the urge to move.
To twitch his hips in the slightest bit; he couldn't. He refused to ruin the immersion. Ruin the black-haired man's rhythm as he rocked back and forth while he watched himself slipping in and out of his husband. Seeing his erection being revealed slightly before sliding back into the tight heat of his husband's body. Ohhh, there was nothing better. Shouta was moving quickly with those hits back against his pelvis.
Getting him to squirm with his own mouth dropping open slightly as he took quick breaths that fluttered his chest as his eyes remained locked on his husband. As far as he was concerned, Shouta was the only living person in the world in that moment. He squeezed his husband's moving hips which earned himself another of those needy, lustful moans that had his hands tightening again.
Nails digging into the black-haired man just enough for the black-haired man to shudder with hips snapping back harder against his pelvis. Rocking himself quickly with that slick squelch ringing out as he let his husband rock back and forth with hands holding onto the blanket. It was hot. The heat simmered beneath the surface of his skin leaving him feverish in its wake as he watched his husband.
Watching himself slip in and out of the black-haired man who moaned so prettily beneath him. So needy. Desperate. Eager. It had him tightening his hold on his husband as he began to pull on him harder; a firm, insistent tugging that had Shouta flying backwards the second he rocked forward. It had him clinging to his husband who moaned at him when he began to move in compliance with his tugging which he absolutely adored.
His hips twitched slightly with his husband moaning beneath him as hips struck against his pelvis harder causing his husband's ass to jiggle lightly. And God, if there wasn't something fucking hot about the way his husband's ass jiggled when it hit his pelvis. It was something he'd always adored when it came to positions like this. It had him squeezing his husband with a moan in his throat as he let his head fall back with hips twitching slightly again.
Giving a shallow thrust forward to hit against his husband when he tugged him back. Loving the keening moan, it got him from his husband when he began to thrust forward when he dragged his husband backwards. Tugging on him with his hips jumping to meet that backwards sway of his husband's. The bed wobbled lightly beneath them from Shouta's rocking but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. If anything, there was something unbelievably exciting about this.
About letting his husband fuck himself on his erection like he was little more than a toy with a dick attached. It had him groaning lowly at his husband in a snapping pitch that got him an eager sounding whimper from the black-haired man. His hips jumped to meet the backwards swings of his husband; far, far too eager to remain still. He wanted to impress upon this man how much he wants him. How much he needs him. Missing leg or eye, it didn't matter because this was Shouta.
This was his husband who he desired above all else. Holding onto his husband, tugging him back weakly, he snapped his hips forward quickly to meet the quick speed his husband set for the both of them. Shallow. It didn't matter how shallow or long those thrusts were, all that mattered was moving with him. He could be still any other time of the week if he wanted but tonight, he was going to move with his husband. He wasn't going to wait.
He happily snapped his hips forward to follow along with the speed his husband had set for the both of them; a quick, snapping speed that he fell into rhythm with. Tugging on his husband who moaned at him so prettily it had his heart racing against his chest; his blood flaming as it thrummed through his veins. The slick squelch of the additional lube and the rubber condom was deafening.
The light slap of their skin meeting again and again with the quiet creak of a spring in the mattress. The same one that acted up on this side of the bed when they fucked on it. Holding onto his husband, he squeezed at his hips with his nails digging in slightly which had the black-haired man moaning at him delightedly. There was nothing he adored more than that sound. It had shivers racing down his back with his hips snapping quickly to meet his husband's backwards thrusts.
Hitting against his pelvis with a decent strength that had him groaning at his husband with his hair tickling his back as it swayed and trembled. Tickling his lower back. He was hot, hot, hot over this man who was moving like he was desperate. Eager. Both moving together quickly with the black-haired man whining at him when inner walls clamped down tightly around him tearing a growl out of him.
A snapping, back of throat sound with just enough base to get his husband whining at him again when his hips swung forward quickly. Lifting his head from its tilted position, he looked down to his husband who was moving quickly. Tugging at him without thinking twice about it as the black-haired man moaned and twisted beneath him. Squirming. Writhing. He couldn't stop himself from squirming with his husband as he clung to his hips when he dragged his nails over them.
Loving the snapping moan it got him from his husband as their hips moved quickly. Rocking quickly, thrusting to meet in the middle, the slap of their skin ringing out in the quiet of the room. He was so hot, hot, hot. There was no heat like the one boiling under his skin. Needing more, more, more of his husband who was moaning at him encouragingly. Enthusiastically. Fingers twisting into the blanket with black curls bouncing lightly with the rock of his husband's body.
How beautiful he was. He could stare at his husband all night long; admire how debauched he looked when his cock was buried so deep inside of him like this. It sent a shiver down his back when he moaned out at the tight squeeze his husband gave him. A clamping squeeze that had his hips bucking eagerly with his hands tugging on the black-haired man's hips which had him coming back harder. It was an unintentional reaction but fuck if he didn't love it.
If it didn't have him moaning when his husband began to slam back against him with that new strength as the bed wobbled beneath them. His knees dug into the mattress as he slammed himself forward with his hands yanking his husband back. The black-haired man flew backwards to hit against his pelvis with enough strength to get him wobbling on his knees and fuck if he doesn't love that.
If he doesn't find it to be the best fucking thing in the world as he clutched at his husband's hips with his nails digging in which tore a moan out of his husband. A keening, needy, lustful sound that had his stomach fluttering as his erection twitched frantically which had Shouta clenching around him. A tight clench that had him moaning at the black-haired man in response with his hips slamming forward as Shouta slammed himself back.
His back arching slightly with knees sliding over the bed slightly as his husband's back arched beautifully with hips jumping backwards. Hitting against him with enough force to get him absolutely breathless as he yanked his husband eagerly before sliding his hands down to caress those trembling thighs of his. Loving the black-haired man's keening whimper that tore out of him in that snapping pitch with fingers twisting into the blankets from what he could see.
Shuddering when his husband jerked his hips backwards. Watching himself slip in and out of his husband, the glimmer of lube and the squelches that rang out, were the hottest thing he'd seen all night. The hottest thing ever. It had him moaning at the black-haired man eagerly with his hands holding onto his husband's trembling thighs before sliding back up to grab at his hips.
Holding onto him as he slammed himself forward into the clenching heat that felt so good, good, good around him. It was a compulsion. A need. He needed to move, move, move in time with his husband who jerked his hips backwards to slam against his pelvis so hard he wobbled on his knees briefly before tensing himself. There was nothing he wanted more than to remain buried in this man all night long.
There was no greater pleasure he could imagine for his night. It had him moaning delightedly at his husband who moaned back at him as their hips moved quickly to meet in the middle with that sharp slap of their skin meeting again and again. It was times like this where he was happy their bedroom was soundproofed. They could be as loud as they wanted with no fear of someone overhearing.
He shuddered with his hands curling to claw at his husband who moaned back at him with nails dragging over the blanket. His back arching with his knee and the stump of his right leg digging into the bed to push off as hips moved quickly in those snapping movements of his. God, there was nothing fucking better. Slamming himself forward into his husband, he dragged his nails over his hips again which had the black-haired man moaning delightedly at him.
He swallowed then let go of his husband's hips to lean forward. Planting his hands onto the bed, on either side of his husband's sides, the bed dipped beneath them as he then bucked forward. Leaning over his husband with hair slithering over his shoulders to hang in his face but fuck if he couldn't ignore it. He reached up to tug his glasses off; they were fogging up and slipping down his nose annoyingly.
Tossing them lightly onto the bed off to the side, where he didn't care at the moment. He planted his hand back to the bed with his hips bucking to slam forward against his husband who moaned at him with such volume it had his heart jumping in his chest. Thrusting to meet his husband in the middle with a moan in his throat, the black-haired man squirmed beneath him. His hips jerking back to hit against his pelvis with that same strength as before.
It had him moaning down at his husband encouragingly with his hips slamming forward with that answering strength to hit against the black-haired man who whined. Panting shallowly, his brows squeezed together slightly with his lashes fluttering down to rest on his cheeks as his fingers curled to hold onto the blankets slightly as he slammed into his husband. The crisp slap of their skin meeting was like shots of sound in their quiet bedroom.
The slick squelch of the lube and condom rubbing together. Moans, groans, whines and whimpers. All filling up their bedroom leaving it feeling full as he slammed into his husband again and again eagerly. Excitedly. He clung to the fistfuls of blanket he held while pressing his hands into the bed to keep himself stable as he slammed forward into his husband again and again with the black-haired man squirming.
Twisting eagerly beneath him which had him squirming with him as his hands clenched into fists with a groan ripping out of his throat at the squeeze. The clench. Fuck, it felt so damn good to be inside of his husband. Fucking him like this was something he could do every damn day if the black-haired man would only let him. He'd love to get this man once a day but Shouta refused due to the limp he often got from too much sex.
But fuck if it didn't threaten to make him drool at the idea of that. If it didn't have him panting shallowly with his fingers twisting against the blankets that he held to his palms with his arms trembling lightly. Hips swinging forward and backwards to meet in the middle again, again, again with his husband moaning in that lustful, needy, desperate way of his. An eager sound that had his hips moving faster, faster, faster. Harder.
Giving his husband exactly what he needed without him needing to ask with the black-haired man twisting eagerly beneath him. Huffing, shaking pants being taken by the both of them with the quiet creak of the spring beneath them. The light, shaking wobble of the mattress beneath them. He shuddered with his toes curling tightly with a keening moan in his throat when his husband tightened around him again.
Another squeeze that had him clutching at the blankets with his hips bucking to meet his husband. Slamming into the heat that felt so fucking good around him; his husband felt perfect. Amazing. The best thing in the damn world. No fleshlight or toy could ever replicate the pure heat of his husband wrapped around him like this. There would be nothing that would ever feel as good as his husband. He swore it.
Thrusting forward into the black-haired, he began to pull his hips backwards further. Lengthening his thrusts with his husband moaning up at him delightedly when he began dragging his hips back further. Loving the slick slide as he yanked backwards then dove forward without thinking twice about it with the black-haired man twisting and squirming beneath him. There was nothing that could ever compare to his husband. So hot, hot, hot. He was burning up.
So hot that he was going to dissolve into a puddle. Burst into ashes. He had no clue which would come first but fuck if he wasn't hotter than anything as he slammed into his husband again and again. Giving in the howling voice in the back of his head that insisted he dive for that heat the second even a bit of him pulled out of the black-haired man. To bury himself to the hilt in the black-haired man again and again.
He shuddered with his hips slamming forward with that crisp slap of their skin meeting ringing out as his husband moaned prettily beneath him. It crested up into a whimper when he slammed forward harder which rocked the man beneath him slightly. Pressing his fists into the bed just like his knees to keep himself stable as he thrusted. Slamming into his husband who squirmed beneath him with hips jerking backwards to meet him each time.
That eager whimpering spilling out of the black-haired man restlessly. He could listen to this man all night long. God, he sounded so debauched it was absolutely amazing. There was nothing like his husband and nothing could ever compare to him. Slamming into the black-haired man eagerly with that slick squelching ringing out, his lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks when he forced his lashes up.
His eyes rolling sightlessly briefly before focusing on the blurry sight of his husband beneath him. And finding that dark eye on him, watching him, was by far the hottest thing in the world. Heat blazed under his skin; boiling his blood through his damn veins as he gasped in his air with his arms trembling when he met his husband's gaze with the black-haired man moaning at him.
His lashes fluttering at him before that dark eye was rolling up and lashes fluttered down to that red cheek. A blurry sight but he just barely caught it and God if he wasn't proud of himself for catching that with his blurry vision. Moaning down at his husband, he twisted eagerly with a squirm as his hips slammed forward with that burst of eagerness in his chest. Moving quickly in time with his husband's swinging hips as the bed bounced lightly beneath them.
There was nothing he loved more than losing himself in the moment with his husband. When the heat was strangling him leaving him gasping in his pants as his lashes fluttered down to his hot cheeks. He shuddered with his toes curling with his hips jumping frantically to move faster, faster, faster. To come forward harder against his husband who began to slam himself back against his pelvis. Doing so with a surprising strength that had him moaning at the black-haired man.
His hips slamming forward with that answering strength that had the black-haired man moaning beneath him enthusiastically. Ecstatically. It sent shivers racing down his back with his hips jumping frantically with his fingers twisted into the blankets. Holding fistfuls while his husband whimpered beneath him with inner walls clamping down tightly around him. A tight squeeze that had him snapping out another growl.
A back of the throat sound that, with the help of his quirk, seemed far more threatening than anything else. However, it merely had his husband shuddering beneath him with a keening whimper spilling out of the black-haired man eagerly. Excitedly. It had his blood running hot through his veins as those hips jerked back to hit against his pelvis again and again. Moving with a strength that had him groaning at the black-haired man who squirmed beneath him.
He found himself squirming with him as he swung his hips forward harder, harder, harder. Nudging the man beneath him who whimpered ecstatically at him when a hand reached up to twist into his hair and dragging him down. And he happily lowered himself down to kiss along his husband's upper back; along that sensitive area in between his shoulder blades. Kissing his husband delightedly, enthusiastically up towards the back of his neck.
He nipped playfully at it which had the man beneath him shuddering again when he then kissed along the back of his shoulder with those fingers tightening in his hair. He kissed softly at his husband who squirmed beneath him and he couldn't help but squirm with him. Unable to stay still with his hips jumping eagerly with fingers tightening in his hair again in a pull that had him moaning at the black-haired man.
And he lifted his head up to bite sharply at the tip of his ear. Biting down on it with his husband whining at him shrilly with fingers tugging at his hair again. Pulling. It had heat snapping down his back at the pull when his husband jerked his hips back to hit harder against his pelvis. Hits that had him moaning delightedly with inner walls clamping down tightly around him with a keening moan spilling out of his husband.
So loud, loud, loud everything seemed to be from the sharp slap of their skin meeting to the slick squelches punctuating each thrust. The squeaking groan of the spring in the bed beneath them. The huffing, shaking pants taken by the both of them as he bit at the shell of his husband's ear again. A low moan in his throat that had his husband shuddering beneath him. He couldn't stop himself from squirming with the keening moan that snapped out of his husband in response.
Hips jerking backwards eagerly to hit against his pelvis again and again. There was so much heat gathering under his skin that it left him gasping for his air as he panted with his lips pressing down against his husband's shoulder. Kissing softly at that feverish skin of his with his hands pressing into the mattress like his knees. Aiding in his slamming thrusts with the black-haired man squirming beneath him with twists and arches as whimpers slipped out of the black-haired man.
High, breathless whimpers that inspired him onwards as he bucked into his husband who squirmed beneath him. It had him slamming into the black-haired man harder, harder, harder with a moan bursting out of himself before he could stop it when those inner walls clamped down tightly around him. Squeezing him so fucking good. There was nothing, no one, better than his husband who squirmed and twisted beneath him.
He nibbled on the shell of his ear with another moan when his husband clenched around him again. A tight squeeze that had him bucking in a frenzy of thrusts that had his husband moaning back at him in response when he took a trembling breath as he twisted himself closer to Shouta who whimpered at him again with fingers tightening in his hair. Tugging at them sending another wave of sparks down his back when pain sparked over his scalp. A response to those sharp tugs from his husband's fingers.
"Yo-You are so fu-fucking beautiful, you know that? You are th-the sexiest, most go-gorgeous, beautiful fucking ma-mmman I've ever seen! The-There is no one who holds a ca-candle to you! Ha-Half a leg or missing eye, you're sti-still the sexiest thi-thing to walk on two legs! You are fu-fucking gorgeous! And I wi-will always want you! I will al-always need you! There's no-nothing that can change that! You ar-are my cute, beautiful, go-gorgeous, sexy Shouta! An-And you're all mine!"
A whimper flew out of his husband in response with fingers tightening in his hair. Hips jerking backwards to meet his slamming speed when his husband took a gasping breath with his head tilting backwards with fingers squeezing his hair tightly. "I wa-want you so badly! All the ti-time! Ne-Need you so bad! I just fe-feel like I'm no-not the same sometimes! Tha-That I'm different! And I do-don't want you to want me an-any less! I ne-need you so bad I ca-can't imagine you lookin' at me-me different! Mmm!"
"Nnnn, baby, you're all mine! Mmmm! The-There's nothing that can make me lo-look at you different! You're my sexy, cu-cute, beautiful Shouta! I will al-always want you! And I'll sho-show it to you again and again if tha-that's what it takes! I'll fu-fuck you into this mattress if it means sho-showing you how I feel! I'll fuck you up ag-against the walls, in the shower, on the fl-floor, in front of-of the mirror if it gets my po-point across! Fuck! Fuck, Shouta! Squ-Squeeze my fu-fuckin' cock like that! Hnnn, God, you're perfect! So, so perfect!"
His husband whimpered wildly at him with hips striking against his pelvis eagerly. Slamming back to meet his thrusts when he pressed down against his husband the best that he could with his lips trailing over the side of his neck and his shoulder. Changing his speed, his strength, for that pounding rhythm that had his husband crying out. Jerking beneath him with hips stuttering before jerking back faster to meet his pounding rhythm
Listening to the harsh slap of skin on skin when the fingers in his hair yanked at him fiercely tearing a whine out of himself at the pain that burst over his scalp. He didn't mind it nearly as much as he pounded into his husband with those inner walls clamping down tightly in response to the twitches of his erection. It had him moaning into his husband's shoulder with his heart hammering against his chest with the excitement.
The eagerness. There was nothing he wants more than to feel good with this man as he pounded into the black-haired man who moaned at him ecstatically. Beautifully. There was nothing more beautiful than the sound of his husband moaning like that with his fingers twisted up tight into his hair to hold him close to his skin. There was no other place he wanted to be than to be buried in his husband's skin.
He inhaled the scent of vanilla that just barely clung to his husband's sweaty skin and his hair from his shower earlier no doubt. Pounding into his husband, the bed bounced lightly beneath them when he forced his right hand to let go of the blankets and reach down. Beneath him, he brushed his fingers along the underside of his husband's erection which got a wild whimper.
When he trailed his fingers up it to the dripping head where he tapped gently at the slit with a wet sound. Flicking the tips of his fingers at the ball resting against his urethra with a casualness that had his husband whimpering again. Swirling his fingers around that dripping head, he then slid his fingers down to curl around his husband. And God if he wasn't harder than anything. He was more than happy to give that stiff erection a squeeze.
That had his husband then groaning at him in a snapping pitch with hips bucking forward. Thrusting into his hand when he gave another squeeze as he felt that light throbbing. The twitches of the shaft in his hand. He could only imagine the mess that Shouta made over his stomach as hips jerked backwards to meet his pounding rhythm. And then the black-haired man moaned at him eagerly with fingers yanking at his hair harder than before.
Sending a jolt down his back that had him whimpering himself when he kissed at the back of his husband's shoulder softly. Pressing kisses to that feverish skin as racing pants were taken by the both of them with the sharp slap of their skin filling the air between them. The slick squelches of the lube and condom rubbing together as his husband tightened around him again. It had him moaning into that feverish skin as sweat broke out over it.
Over his own body and forehead with the heat that simmered under his skin. The light sheen of sweat merely enhanced the slap of their meeting skin but Shouta didn't seem to mind that one little bit. The black-haired man jerked his hips back to meet his pounding rhythm the best that he could. Swinging forward to thrust into his hand shamelessly with thighs shaking.
All of him was trembling gently beneath him with pleading whimpers spilling out of the black-haired man. Hips swinging to meet his pounding thrusts and to thrust into his hand the best that he could as he began stroking the black-haired man quickly. Fast strokes to match the pounding thrusts of his which had his husband moaning at him delightedly. Fingers tightening in another pull on his hair sending another jolt down his back.
A burst of heat beneath his skin when the black-haired man squeezed around him again. A hard squeeze that had him moaning into his skin delightedly, ecstatically, with his hips jumping in that frantic frenzy to thrust into his husband. Slamming into him harder, harder, harder with that fast speed which had the black-haired man groaning when he squeezed around that throbbing erection.
Stroking the black-haired man in time with his pounding thrusts had the black-haired man twisting and squirming beneath him with pleading whimpers spilling out of the man now. Whimpers that added more fuel to his fire that had him gasping in with his fingers clutching at the black-haired man's erection. Stroking him eagerly with his hips jumping to pound into the clenching heat that felt so good, so good, so good!
There was something fucking fantastic about it that had him moaning shamelessly with growing volume into his husband's shoulder. Feathering his lips up the side of his neck before coaxing his hair away to kiss at the nape of his neck softly. Kisses that had his husband shuddering. Fingers tugged on his hair to which he let out a groan at the sparks racing down his back in response.
The black-haired man twisted and arched beneath him with a keening moan spilling out of the man when he kissed at the nape of his neck again. He opened his mouth with a huff before dragging his teeth over the sensitive spot which had his husband utterly writhing beneath him. Whimpering pleadingly at him with fingers yanking on his hair restlessly. Stroking his husband quickly with his pounding thrusts being given as hips swung back and forth.
He bit down softly on the nape of his husband's neck. This had the black-haired man whimpering louder at him; a desperate, eager, urgent sound when he bit down harder which had the black-haired man twisting beneath him. Hips jerking to pound against his pelvis in response which had him moaning into his husband as he bit down harder. Hard as he dared without leaving a mark; Shouta would kill him if he left a mark there for someone to see.
Even if his capture weapon and hair covered it, his husband would still be mortified over his actions. Biting down with enough pressure to give his husband what he so clearly wanted, he pounded into the black-haired man harder. Faster. Stroking him in time with his thrusts with the black-haired man moaning delightedly as he dug his teeth in as hips bucked to thrust into his hand. Bucking desperately back and forth with that back arched beautifully and hips jutting back eagerly.
God, his husband was by far the sexiest thing to walk on two legs. So damn sexy it had him burning up. How this man could ever doubt he wanted him was a damn mystery to him. Shouta was always going to be Shouta. So long as he was himself then there would always be an attraction. There'd always be a romantic interest, a sexual interest, and he'd always want him. Even when they were in their early forties or fifties and their drive had possibly dropped.
He'd always want this beautiful, gorgeous, sexy man in his life. There's no one he wants more than that. Pounding himself into his husband with a grunt, he felt his stomach fluttering much to his mortification as he tried his best to focus on something else. Anything else. But he knew that it was merely inevitable with each pounding thrust that he gave the black-haired man.
Just like the throbbing that was coming harder beneath his fingers and palm as he stroked his husband eagerly with twists and curves. With his fingers flicking at that piercing. Playing with it. God, does he love that little piercing of his husband's. There's nothing he loves more than it. Squirming with his fingers squeezing that throbbing erection tightly with the black-haired man moaning at him in response with hips thrusting forward into his hand shamelessly.
Pounding into his husband eagerly with that slick squelch ringing out to fill the quiet of the bedroom and going hand-in-hand with the slap of their sweaty skin meeting again and again. Pounding at the black-haired with his hand stroking him fast, fast, fast as he tried to keep his movements in time with one another. Loving the way his husband twisted and squirmed beneath him with hips bucking backwards eagerly as he whimpered.
Whined. Moaned. Groaned. It was all beautiful with Shouta's hand tightening in his hair as the black-haired man twisting beneath him. And that fluttering was coming back with a vengeance; it twisted into his stomach until there was a hot little spark in his stomach. A twisting coal. It had him gasping in a breath with his hand tightening on his husband's erection again in another squeeze. One that had the man whimpering at him shrilly at him.
Bucking back and forth, both pounding against one another with thrusts that rocked his husband lightly with his teeth digging into this husband's neck. Biting down as hard as he dared to get the man beneath him moaning loudly in response with hips slamming back against his pelvis. He stroked his husband fast without his hand flying off of the black-haired man as he pounded into him with inner walls spasming around him. Squeezing, clamping, throbbing around him.
It had him pounding into his husband eagerly with his toes curling tightly as that pleasure pooled into his stomach. A steady, hot magma pouring into him like honey; slow and easy but building upwards as he chased after the pleasure. He yanked his hips back, wriggling their angle slightly before slamming back into his husband who jerked beneath him with a cry flying out of the man.
And he slammed forward again, again, again with his husband jerking and jolting beneath him with keening cries spilling out of him. Nails dragging over his scalp with a delicious pressure that had him moaning at the black-haired man in response. It had him bucking into the black-haired man as he pounded into him. Loving the way his husband squeezed him so fucking good.
Oh, it had him absolutely moaning at his husband in response as he dug his teeth into the nape of his neck. Loving the way his husband squirmed beneath him in response with nails dragging over his scalp; tugging sharply at his hair sending spark after spark down his back. It was making him squirm against his husband who was moaning back at him with such volume that it sent shivers down his back.
That spark in his stomach was twisting tighter, tighter, tighter with each pounding thrust he gave his husband who moaned so prettily beneath him with hips jerking to hit against his pelvis. To thrust into his hand shamelessly. There was so much heat under his skin; so much heat that it had him sweating. He felt a bead of sweat run down his cheek as he pounded into his husband who moaned at him delightedly with hips jerking back and forth.
Eager thrusts into his hand and against his pelvis as he jerked and jolted beneath him. Hitting at his prostate perfectly each time he came flying forward with the black-haired man being nudged beneath him with fingers tightening in his hair as he dug his teeth into the nape of his husband's neck. He was more than delighted to pound himself into the black-haired man as that heat flamed under his skin.
That spark twisting tighter into his stomach as he clawed his way up that mountain with each pounding thrust. Feeling his husband clenching tighter around him with each hit that he kept up with his long pull back. Loving how his husband squirmed beneath him with those airy moans, whines, and whimpers that fueled in him onwards. He was clawing his way up that mountain and heading towards the peak.
His world was shrinking down to a boiling hot point that had him gasping. Panting. A hot point where nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. There was nothing else more important than ensuring the man came. Than making sure he felt good. Pounding into his husband with a frenzied rhythm, the slap of their skin ringing out had him. Groaning into his husband's neck when he lifted his mouth from the nape of his neck to kiss softly at him.
Crawling his lips along his shoulder with the black-haired man shaking beneath him with twists and turns as his fingers tightened in his hair. Pounding himself forward into his husband again, again, again with the sharp slap of their skin ringing out with each hard thrust. The squelch of the lube and condom that punctuated each thrust. He was so close, close, close. He didn't think he'd get this close this fast but God if he wasn't right there.
Pounding into his husband who twisted and squirmed, gasping so beautifully beneath him as he felt him beginning to tense up with those inner walls pulling at him. Throbbing around him as if to encourage him to hurry, hurry, hurry. They squeezed him so good it had him moaning deafeningly into the black-haired man's skin; listening to the tremble of picture frames. The rattle of lampshades. Even the quiet groan of their TV wobbling from the vibrations of his bursting moan.
The feedback of his hearing aids, his husband's whimper, had him cutting it off the best he could. He'd been so good about keeping in control of his quirk but sometimes it was so easy to forget. Pounding into his husband eagerly, desperately, he felt his husband's erection throbbing beneath his palm and fingers. Leaking shamelessly over his fingers with pre-come dribbling out of him with the slick sound of his stroking filling the quiet.
Mixing in with those other lewder sounds. He pressed down against the black-haired man who moaned at him deafening with his name spilling out of the black-haired man. A lustful moaning of Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi spilling out of his husband that had him shuddering as he thrusted into the man again and again. Hitting at his prostate relentlessly while he stroked the black-haired man as he teetered on the peak of that mountain he was on.
Teetering on the edge. Just a little more, more, more! Inner walls clamped down around him tightly, squeezing him for all their worth tearing a moan out of him. And it was like a domino effect; his husband tensed up beneath him, shaking, with a shout flying out of the man with fingers tugging hard at his hair restlessly. His erection pulsing beneath his fingers as that orgasm slammed over his husband.
And he was falling with him. Flying over the edge as he snapped his mouth shut with a snapping growl sliding out of him instead of the shout he wanted to let out. Gritting his teeth as his thighs tensed up, his stomach flexing, and tingles rushing up those tensing thighs to explode into his stomach. Bursting into him with his eyes rolling back on him as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. Coming, coming, coming.
He pumped into his husband once, twice, three times before grinding against him desperately. His erection pulsing as those inner walls throbbed and milked him for every damn spurt that left him; as if encouraging him to keep coming. Encouraging another pumping spurt to leave him as his hips ground against his husband with that white-hot heat slamming over him. Choking, drowning, melting. Shaking, shaking, shaking.
So good, so good, so fucking good! Too good, too good, too good! He pinched his lips together with a moan breaking out of him as that white-hot heat tore him apart. Eating him up with his husband's inner walls pulsing around him to milk him for another shot of come. Another spurt. He shuddered with his hips grinding weakly against his husband who whimpered as his erection pulsed beneath his palm and fingers.
Holding him with a squeeze as it twitched frantically with fingers tightening on his hair. Pulling at his scalp with a insistent pull that had him shuddering. Both shaking, shaking, shaking together. Squirming slightly in aborted movements with breaths held down into chests. White-hot heat tearing him apart and slamming over him in waves that had him choking when he buried his face into the back of Shouta's shoulder.
Holding onto him the best he could to ride it out with hips grinding weakly much like how Shouta's thrusted weakly. Aiding those spurts. And then, much to his relief, that white-hot heat ebbed out of him on a rushing wave; leaving him gasping at how suddenly that orgasm had snapped over him and how quickly it rushed out of him. He fought to keep from slumping against his husband who shuddered beneath him with a rushing exhale leaving the man.
He let out the air he held down on a rushing exhale of his own when he then licked his lips as inner walls fluttered around him. Twitching. Throbbing. He began to pull his hips backwards with his husband whimpering at him as he pulled out gently with a lewd squelch. And then he forced his shaking body to move as fingers slid out of his hair and he began to crawl to the edge of the bed where he swung his legs over the edge.
Pushing his pants down his legs and kicking them away while the bed bounced as Shouta rolled over. Pulling the filled condom off of himself, he tossed it into the trash rather than tying it off. He'd throw it out in the morning, he would make sure of it. He grabbed the wipes to clean off himself and his hand, tossing the wipes away when he then turned to his husband.
He crawled towards him as the man kicked weakly at his pants. And he gently reached out to grab at his pants and boxers; working them down his left leg and from his right thigh as he then tossed them over the edge of the bed. He then tugged wipes from the pack to begin scooping come off of his husband's chest and stomach. Folding them up, he grabbed fresh wipes and began to scrub at his husband's skin gently with suds forming around his fingers.
Scrubbing firmly his husband's chest and stomach with that dark eye watching him. He gently cleaned his husband's softening erection with the wipe gently before turning to toss them in the trash. When he turned back to his husband, his hands were up and curling weakly. Beckoning him closer which had his heart swelling when he then crawled over the bed to flop down next to his husband who curled forward as he rolled onto his side.
He laid out on his back with Shouta's arm going around his chest and his head tucked beneath his chin. Kissing the top of his husband's head adoringly, he reached up to take the hand that laid flat over his racing heart. Fingers weaving together as legs came together to twist and hook around one another with Shouta's right thigh laying across his thighs. He kissed at those wild black curls adoringly with lips pressing against his throat in a flurry of kisses against his skin leaving him warm.
Warmth shooting through his veins as he squeezed his husband closer to him. Holding onto him tightly with his arm wrapped around his upper back with fingers playing with black curls. Kisses were placed along his throat with his husband's lips and nose nuzzling up beneath his jaw as he then turned his head to kiss at that sweaty forehead. Holding his husband closer to him with the hand in his squeezing gently as his husband cuddled up to his side.
Curling into him adoringly with lips kissing his jaw softly. And while he could say a million things; a million different things to assure his husband. Shaking pants were taken, the room far too quiet in the absence of those sounds as he held his husband close. Cuddling into him as lips pressed to his jaw again and again while he kissed at his husband's face adoringly. Nuzzling their noses together which got him a breathless laugh from the black-haired man who nuzzled back.
Pressing their noses together firmly as they cuddled together with Shouta's foot hooking around his. There was nothing he planned on doing from here on out that didn't involve adoring his husband. He'd do his best to make him happy tonight. He was going to make his husband so happy he was glowing. And this seemed a good a start as any as he kissed his husband's forehead again softly which got him a pleased hum back. A damn good start.