Take A Bite

by CrypticBeans

Hizashi loves to spice up their bedroom life when he has the chance to do so! And when Shouta comes to him with an idea? Well, he's more than happy to bring it to life!

Trembling, shaking breaths being taken.

The vibrator that rested inside of him.

The shake to his thighs that were spread wide.

Hizashi couldn't tell which emotion was strongest in his chest; the excitement that clawed and twisted or the eagerness that was simmering like a hot coal. Anticipation that was downright agonizing as his hips gave a slight shake. His inner walls clamping down to squeeze around the vibrator buried inside of him. His ass stuffed with the biggest plug that they had in their collection. Full.

He felt so damn full that it had his heart hammering against his chest when Shouta's lips fluttered along his jaw. Soft kisses that acted like jolts of electricity down to his stomach that had his lips parting with that quiet longing. Admiring the way the light played off of his husband's dark curls. Spring had just come round the corner and the sunlight was abundant. Amazing.

It was a beautiful outside but rather than soaking up the warmth, he was inside with his husband. Shouta wasn't the type to bring up "games". He always claimed he wasn't creative enough to come up with sexual escapades effortlessly as he could. This time, his husband had come to surprise him. His husband had come up with many escapades in the past when it came to sex.

He likes how kinky his husband could be. He liked it when Shouta would come to him with an idea in mind. And he was always more than eager to spice up their bedroom life anyway that he possibly could. It had been casual the way his husband had mentioned it to him; they'd met in the classroom to have their lunch together on the floor.

He'd devoured his lunch in minutes while Shouta alternated between picking at his food and sucking on a jelly packet of his. And it was when Shouta's head rested on his shoulder, that he was tugged close to his side, that the black-haired man had mentioned it. What he wanted. It had been surreal; sitting behind the podium of his husband's, a hand sliding along his thigh, and Shouta's dark eye fluttering at him.

Telling him what he wanted in such vulgar words with that wide eye fluttering innocently. He wanted him to wear a plug and have a vibrator in him. Like he was merely suggesting that they take a walk together or that they could go for a ride in the car. And he had to admit, the liked the idea. He liked it much more than he dared to admit. He was more than happy to agree to his husband's idea.

There had been some discussion about where they would do it. How they were going to do it. His husband was more than willing to hear him out on what he wanted and what he needed to be comfortable with an idea like this. And he had done the same for Shouta. He'd heard out everything his husband had when it came to this rather simplistic idea of his.

He was more than happy to give it life. More than happy to go along with it. It was as they talked about it that they came up with a game-plan. One that had Hitoshi and Eri out of the house for the day. Hitoshi had agreed to take Eri with him to the dorms for the day for a pretty penny. He didn't mind it whatsoever. He was willing to pay them anything to make the teenager willing to watch his sister.

It wasn't often that he asked him to do this, but he was grateful nonetheless that the indigo-haired teen agreed to it. And so, it left himself and Shouta with that following Saturday to flesh out this idea of his husband's. That morning, his husband had woken him up so sweetly, he couldn't muster that annoyance. Kisses to his face, throat and neck softly that had him melting into the man.

Slid his hand over his rat nest of hair. Shouta had been nothing but sweet to him as they twisted up together in bed. Legs tangling together and arms sliding around his husband's shoulders. Rolling together under the blankets as he was dragged on top of Shouta. Kissing at faces, throats, foreheads and hands stroking hair gently. Arms tightly wrapped around one another.

He'd rested his head on Shouta's chest, listening to his heart beating, when he'd drifted off again. He hadn't intended too as he knew how excited his husband had been, but the comfort had been too much. Had been the perfect thing to lull him back to sleep when Shouta's hand was sliding over his hair softly, gently, and down his back. He'd tried to apologize but his husband refused to hear anything on it.

Instead, he'd been given those sweet little kisses that had him giggling and had him, inevitably, pinned beneath his husband. Kisses on his face that turned into kisses on his lips that were so sweet, so warm and adoring, that he'd been melting away. There was nothing he loved more than that tender affection. When Shouta was kissing, nuzzling, and cuddling him with a sweetness that was addicting.

There was nothing he loved more than to wake up that afternoon to his husband. His ever patient, sweet, caring husband who had kissed him until he pulled away with gasps being taken as lips trailed down his throat and neck. Shouta had been so sweet that it was almost unbearable. Almost too much for his freshly woken mind. He'd felt perfect. Whole in his husband's arms when the black-haired man had looked down at him.

That spark of excitement in his eye. Questioning if he was ready. After he'd been given an hour to wake up, for them to drink their coffee, take a shower and wake up properly he couldn't deny the excitement he felt weaving into his chest. When he finally told his husband he was ready to which his husband had looked absolutely over the moon excited. Delighted even.

He'd been all too eager to lay out on the bed for his husband who had approached him with the lube, vibrator and plug. After they were in did the black-haired man take control of the situation. For three hours, his husband turned the vibrator on and off. When he was cleaning up toys in the basement, when he did the laundry, when he was checking the mailbox.

Vibrating inside of him to get his hips squirming, his thighs pressing together, and the blood to drain straight to his clit. Swelling. Squeezing. And then his husband turned it off. It was torture. His husband was seeming to delight in this game of his as he turned the vibrator on and off, on and off, with a wicked grin on his lips each time. The black-haired man seemed delighted to keep him hung in a state of perpetual pleasure.

Arousal. Shouta had let him come earlier; it had been by far the most intense orgasm he'd ever had from all the edging. He had nearly blown the windows out with his cries, but his husband didn't hold it against him. It had felt so good. The hot knot in his stomach. The way that vibrator buzzed inside of him. The pleasure that pooled into him and exploded into him. The frantic throbbing of his inner walls and clit.

The way his husband had watched him with that sense of greed. Of hunger. The soft press of lips sliding down his throat tore him out of his thoughts when he let out a soft hum to his husband. Tightening his arms around Shouta again, he slid a hand over those wild curls of his. He tipped his head back to press into the arm of the couch. Offering his throat up to his husband who kissed softly along it with hands sliding along his thigh in an up and down caress.

He tugged his fingers through those black curls gently. He loved the pleased hum from his husband who kissed softly at him; electric jolts running down to his stomach each time his husband kissed his throat. It had his breath trembling briefly with his thighs struggling to rub together only to rub against Shouta's waist. Fingers squeezing at his thigh as lips trailed along his throat that he found himself arching.

The brush of those full lips was absolutely, positively the most amazing thing in the world. Kisses trailed down his throat to the side of his neck. To his shoulder. He offered himself up to his husband without hesitation as his fingers slid over his husband's hair again. Sighing out when Shouta's hand slid along his thigh up to his hp. His waist. Being touched so tenderly like this was absolutely, positively the best way to spend his afternoon.

Heat swelled beneath his skin lazily when the black-haired man slid his hand up his side with tingles fanning under his skin. Pooling into his stomach. He was left arching up eagerly with his hips raising from the cushions to nudge at Shouta who hummed softly into his shoulder. Lips pressing against him with fingers trailing over his skin as that hand slid up and down lazily along his side.

It had him shuddering with his toes curling tightly when his inner walls gave a throb around the vibrator that rested inside of him. Clenching around the plug that was stuffed inside of him. He was so damn full that he didn't know what to do with himself. He arched up to his husband who was kissing down his shoulder to his chest. Soft kisses that had him squirming with a whine in his throat tearing out of him.

He arched his chest up with eager breaths taken as his head pressed back into the arm of the couch. His thighs rubbing against his husband's waist as lips fluttered over his collarbone gently; kissing at the tattoo there. And then his husband was moving down towards his nipple which was kissed at softly. Fingers sliding up and down along his side with tingles pooling into his fluttering stomach.

An ache that twisted to life in his stomach leaving him breathless in its wake as his hips nudged up against his husband again. Then his husband's came down to pin his to the couch. His breaths hitched when his husband hummed softly into his chest. And God, if the press of those hips wasn't amazing. It gave a pressure that had him all too aware of just how full his lower half was.

And then the heat of his breath fanned over it with a huff followed by the tip of his tongue flicking at his nipple. It had him arching his chest up eagerly when Shouta's tongue traced the rim of his areola with the tip of his tongue. Flicking playfully at his jewelry that ran through his nipple before slipping beneath it. Lifting one side up with a pull that had him shivering with a whine breaking out of him as his husband pushed down on him.

Full, full, full. It was almost too much to take but God if he didn't adore the sensation. He happily cupped the back of his husband's head with his fingers curling to scratch at his head. And then the heat of his tongue lapping over his nipple had him sucking in a sharp breath with his hand pulling his husband closer. Wanting him close, close, close when his husband lapped his tongue over his nipple and areola again.

And then his husband's mouth was closing around his nipple and areola. Sucking them into his mouth with teeth digging in just enough enough pressure to get him squirming. Dragging his teeth over his lower lip as his husband suckled his nipple into his mouth gently with his tongue swirling. Flicking. Licking. The pull of his mouth felt so good as teeth dragged over his areola slightly.

Tingles rushed down to pool into his stomach with his breaths trembling as his left hand twisted into Shouta's shirt to tug him close. The black-haired man shifted to press down tightly against him; pushing him into the cushions much to his delight. It had him moaning softly at his husband in response. His hips wriggled slightly with that vibrator rubbing good against his inner walls.

He squirmed slightly with his husband suckling on his nipple and areola softly; delicately. His tongue nudging then swirling around his nipple with licks that had his toes curling tightly. Teeth digging into his lower lip, Shouta then sucked firmly then at his nipple. Pushing on the back of his head. And then the hand rubbing along his side slipped upwards with fingers flicking blindly over his nipple.

He whimpered eagerly when those fingers trailed over his hardening nipple before pinching lightly. Tugging upwards on it, that tongue swirled around his left nipple. It was so hot. The heat of his mouth was positively everything to him as arousal fluttered into his stomach. That ache twisting to life again with his inner walls spasming around his vibrator.

Holding onto those black curls tightly, he arched his chest up towards the black-haired man. His teeth digging lightly into his areola. Gasping in his shallow breaths with his thighs rubbing restlessly when his legs then curled up to wrap around his husband's waist. Digging his heels into his lower back to jerk him closer; wanting him to press down tighter which he got.

And God, if it didn't have him moaning when fingers pinched tightly at his nipple and tugged. If the fullness of his lower half didn't feel fucking amazing as his husband sucked on his nipple. Hard sucks that rivaled the gentle sucks he'd been giving. He didn't mind the change whatsoever as his legs tightened around his husband's waist with another moan spilling out of him.

Shouta's hips pressing down hard, hard, hard to get him squirming. His clit gave a weak throb with his inner walls that spasmed together; a pressure growing in his crotch that was twisting tighter. Tight, tight, tight. He slid his hand slightly to cup the back of his husband's head as fingers tugged and twisted at his nipple. His tongue flicking and swirling at the other when his teeth came together to nibble gently at the hardened thing.

Fingers twisting in a side-to-side tweaking motion that had his nipple tingling when a tighter pinch was given. A sharp squeeze that had him crying out with his hips bucking upwards with his husband groaning into his chest. Arching. Bucking. He shuddered when his husband then began to roll his nipple. Circles that had him squirming with his teeth digging into his lip before dragging over it.

A rough drag that had pain shrieking down his chin. He whimpered when his husband lifted his mouth from his nipple; letting it go only to lap his tongue over it again. A lick that had tingles pooling into his stomach to feed into the ache that was twisting there. His hands held onto his husband when he lifted his head up from the arm to find those mismatched eyes on him.

There was a desire smoldering in that dark left eye of his as his husband's fingers let go of his nipple only to flick at it. He couldn't stop himself from whimpering at the action when his husband's full lips parted slightly. The look of longing, of desire, was twisting on that red face and God if it didn't have him tugging on his husband's hair to pull him closer.

His own lips parting with a tingle; a buzz. He dragged the black-haired man closer to him with their breaths intermingling as shaking breaths were taken. That longing, that desire, twisting into his own chest when his husband leaned into him and God if the pressure wasn't amazing. Tightening his legs around his husband's waist, he tugged on those black curls again.

Quick breaths fanned over his lips causing that tingle, that buzz, to worsen as they parted with that silent desire twisting. Gripping. And then, much to his delight, his husband's lips were coming down on his own; pressing firmly against his own. Holding still for a moment. Just a press. Then Shouta's lips began to move against his own which he jumped to follow along with. Slow. Deep.

Kisses that were bubbling with that desire with each caress of those lips against his own. Full. Plush. A bit chapped. They felt perfect against his own as his husband's lips slid against his with a sigh fanning over his cheek. A sigh he couldn't stop himself from mirroring with his arms tightening around his husband who pressed close. Pressed tight.

He happily moved his lips against Shouta's, admiring their plush press to his own, when he felt his lips melting to shape and curve to Shouta's. Feeling Shouta's lips shaping to his own as they filled the gaps that his own thinner lips couldn't. Fitting together like two warped puzzle pieces just like they always did. His fingers tugging at those black curls.

The black-haired man's hand slid down his chest towards his side. Sweeping up and down with his thumb brushing his waist comfortingly. Loving those deep kisses without the need to open their mouths to one another. He listened to the quiet whisper of their moving lips. The quiet brush of his husband's palm sliding along his side with that gentle rub to his waist.

It was calming. Relaxing. And God if it didn't feel good. His husband's lips dragged against his own slowly with a pressure that had him pressing back with his heart jumping. He tightened his arms around his husband who in return kissed him with a tenderness that had him weak kneed. Had him swooning into the couch as he cupped the back of Shouta's head.

Moving his lips with his husband's with slow, even breaths being taken by the both of them when he felt the hand on his waist squeezing at him. His thumb rubbing against his skin then moving in slow, soothing circles before lifting away. And it had his breath hitching down his throat when he realized what his husband was going to be reaching for. What he knew he was going to do.

Whimpering excitedly, he squirmed merely had hips pressing down harder against him. Pushing him down into the cushions which had his hips wriggling as his toes curled and he dug his heels into his husband's lower back. Holding him down tightly against him when hips nudged against him. A gentle nudge that had him wriggling his hips excitedly to nudge back with another whimper of eagerness when his husband shifted slightly.

And then, distinctly, he heard that tiny little click. The vibrator jumped to life inside of him, buzzing away with his inner walls clamping down tightly around it. God, the way it seemed to buzz his whole pelvis had him moaning enthusiastically at his husband who clicked the button again then again. One, two, three. It buzzed fiercely inside of him as hips pressed against him tightly which seemed to nudge it impossibly deep.

He knew it was possibly just his mind playing tricks on him. Knew it but the idea his husband was forcing the toy deeper into him? It had him squirming with his nails dragging over his husband's scalp as those lips moved slowly against his. No hurry. No blinding passion. He listened to the light tap as the little remote was put down on the coffee table.

He happily let his hips jump up the best they could in their space with a moan in his throat. The pressure seemed to allow those vibrations to wrack over his pelvis. All the way through to his lower back. He was moaning eagerly with hips trying to jump up and grind, rub, rock. To do something. And the black-haired man merely pressed tightly against him with hips nudging at him.

Lips dragging against his own slowly, tenderly, with a bubbling passion and desire that had his skin ripping with heat. That vibrator was buzzing, buzzing, buzzing against his inner walls just below his G-spot and fuck him it was good. He couldn't stop himself from twisting and turning beneath his husband with his legs tensing around his waist.

Squeezing with his knees pinching inwards as his ankles crossed against his husband's ass as he dug his heels in. Whimpering. Squirming. He clutched the black-haired man close with that vanilla cologne invading his nose as lips dragged against his. The buzzing was loud in the quiet between them; loud over the soft murmur of the TV screen before them.

It was muffled but fuck if it wasn't loud. His inner walls fluttered then gripped tightly around the buzzing device inside of him tightly with his hips arching up. Rocking against his husband who groaned at him before pressing tightly against him and rocking with him. An easy side to side motion with hands holding him tightly. Did Shouta feel that buzzing too? Is that why he pressed so tight?

It had him moaning with his fingers tightening in his hair; tugging at those black curls delightedly which got his husband's back to arch. A huff flying out of the man when lips began to press harder against his own. Moving ever so slightly faster against his own which he followed along with without a second thought. Without hesitation. He clung to the black-haired man eagerly with hips rocking together.

Tightening his hands on the black-haired man when he tugged at his shirt. Bunching it up higher, higher, higher until he was touching his warm skin to which he fanned his hand out against it. Curling his fingers to scratch at his husband who shuddered as lips dragged against his own quickly. That light smack coming to break up the quiet whisper of their moving lips when he noted the tremble to his husband's breathing.

The way his husband was moving his hips quickly which he did his best to copy. It had him moaning at his husband who moaned back when he bucked up in a thrust. He could feel his clit swelling; the blood that drained down to it was almost too much. The vibrations were rocking his pelvis so delightfully that he couldn't help but twist and squirm.

The way his husband was pressing into him so ruthlessly was absolutely drool worthy. He clung to the black-haired man eagerly with his fingers pressing to the warmth of his skin as lips moved against his. Having his husband press him down into the cushions like this was positively amazing. Being shirtless with the fabric rubbing against his skin? The warmth of his husband soaking into him?

All of it was so easy to lose himself into. He wanted to crawl beneath this man's skin. He clawed at his husband; dragging his nails over his scalp, his back, and loving the way his back arched beneath his hand. He kissed his husband with that passion and hunger; the lust and desire that was twisting under his skin. Moaning when he was kissed back in that enthusiastic, ecstatic way as breaths trembled over his uncomfortably hot cheek.

He listened to the sharp smack of their moving lips filling the quiet. The buzzing of the vibrator. His moans that were spilling out of him as his clit swelled up with a light, erratic throbbing that had him huffing through his nose. Holding onto his husband the best that he could as he tugged at those black locks sharply which had his husband squirming against him.

Hips bucking in a thrust against him that had him moaning loudly with his knees arching up to dig into his husband's back. He slid his hand down between his shoulder blades where he dragged his nails over that spot. Hips rocked together quickly only for Shouta to grind down against him. And ohhhh, that was absolutely amazing. He happily traded out his rocking for a grind up against his husband who groaned at him in that snapping pitch.

One that had him holding onto those black curls while he dragged his nails along his husband's upper back delightedly. There was nothing he wanted more than to melt away into the couch. To melt into a puddle beneath this man. To be putty in his very capable hands. It had him whimpering when his husband continued to grind his hips down against him.

Tight circles that he did his best to return to the black-haired man with his hips moving eagerly. Excitedly. He ground himself up against the black-haired man who groaned at him again with fingers brushing along his waist then before sliding up his side. Caressing him as hips continued to grind viciously against him when lips pressed to his harder.

It had his lips aching, but he happily returned the press as their lips slid together with that sharp smack ringing out. Loving the way that his husband arched and pressed into him with hips grinding against him. It had him squirming delightedly as he moved his hips to grind back against his husband with a moan in his throat. Lips dragging against his as he kissed his husband quick, hard.

He clung to his husband's curls with his other hand scratching at a shoulder blade fiercely when his husband's hips bucked against him. A hit that seemed to nudge that vibrator deeper into him which he fucking adores. Loves more than anything as he let out a keening moan at his husband at the way those vibrations buzzed against his inner walls. The way it felt rubbing against him.

The buzzing that was rattling his pelvis, it felt, as he clenched around the plug. Around the vibrator. Moaning at the fierce grind of those hips against him. A grind to get his toes curling tightly as his breaths huffed out of him only to inhale shakily with his hand curling into a fist against his husband's back. Clawing at him. Loving the snapping groan, it got him from his husband who was pushing him into the cushions.

And God if that wasn't the most amazing sensation in the world. If it didn't have him whining as he squirmed beneath him. Twisting. Arching. His wet nipple drying in the air but God if his nipples didn't tingle viciously from his husband's toying moment ago. The hand on his side slid up and down from the top of his side down to the curve of his waist.

Caresses that had tingles fanning under his feverish skin where they pooled into his stomach. Heavy. Hot. He didn't know how he was going to live through this without fanning the heat that twisted and burned under his skin. A fire that made his blood boil in his veins as it pounded through them. There was something so exciting about this that it had him in a strangle hold.

Something so thrilling that it had him wanting Shouta impossibly close. Wanting to climb beneath his skin if it meant that he could have that perfect closeness, but he knew even then that it wouldn't be close enough. Nothing would. Squirming beneath his husband, he squeezed those curls tightly to his fist. Holding onto his husband as he bucked his hips which got him a snapping groan from the black-haired man who ground against him viciously.

And God, the pressure. It had him moaning ecstatically at his husband in response with his hand trembling as he curled it into a tight fist on his husband's back. Holding onto his fistful of curls. He was hot, hot, hot. Heat was exploding under his skin and boiling his blood. A heat that was racing along his bones and gripping him tightly with a strangle hold that had him choking.

His cheeks were uncomfortably hot as he moved his lips with his husband's. Hungry, passionate kisses being given as hips moved to grind together. A vicious grinding that was positively amazing as that vibrator buzzed inside of him. Just barely reaching his g-spot and God if it wasn't the biggest tease in the fucking world. If it didn't have him damn near mewling at his husband who merely kissed him harder.

Kissed him with a hunger that made him shiver when he arched up with their chests brushing together. He wanted his shirt off. He wanted to strip Shouta down and marvel over the beauty of him. He whimpered when lips pressed hard to his own; making his teeth ache from the hard press but he didn't mind it one bit. He kissed back harder. Faster.

Passionate kisses that sizzled which left him eager for more, more, more. His husband had been rather hands off earlier. Letting him squirm, buck and writhe in his lap as he came but he hadn't touched him all that much. This was a much better, much different, situation that had him moaning at the black-haired man who moaned back at him. The hand on his waist squeezing with that thumb rolling circles into him.

As if he were trying to soothe him somehow. And God if he didn't positively love it. If he didn't adore the way that his husband touched him. Hips continued their tight, vicious circles which had his hips eagerly moving in time with Shouta's as his clit throbbed lightly. Swollen without needing to touch. His inner walls were throbbing, squeezing, around the vibrator inside of him as it buzzed.

His wetness soaking into his boxers leaving them damp once again as his thighs squeezed around his husband's waist. Huffing his air through his nose while lips dragged against his with hungry kisses that he found himself more than eager to return. Pinned in place which he fucking loves. Oh, there's nothing he loves more than feeling the push of his husband on him. To feel the smallest bit vulnerable.

To feel like he was being crowded by the man on top of him. It was positively amazing. He moaned when his husband continued those tight circles that nudged at the end of the vibrator; as if trying to shove it deeper inside of him and God if it didn't have him positively moaning. It was already in so deep that he couldn't imagine it deeper.

And then Shouta's hips were sliding against his in a rub that allowed him to feel how hard he was getting. He clung to his husband's black curls when he felt lips beginning to lighten on his. Pulling away when he chased after them with a whimper. This earned him one, two, three pecks of Shouta's lips on his own with firm kisses that had his lips positively buzzing. Tingling.

"You are so-so beautiful, you know that? So go-goddamn handsome I don't know what to-to do with myself!" The huskiness of his husband's deep voice was positively exciting. Thrilling. Listening to him talk to him in that husky pitch had his stomach fluttering wildly when he whimpered at his husband. Arching up with his legs tightening around his husband's waist when the black-haired man ground forward fiercely.

"Yo-You're more beautiful! Mo-More handsome! I don't think I-I could even compare!" He replied in a higher pitch than intended to which he paused to clear his throat while his husband grinned down at him. It was so hard to focus on something other than the vibrator buzzing cheerfully inside of him. Buzzing just below his g-spot which had his inner walls clenching tightly around it. "Touch me, baby? Please? I-I want you to touch me! I need it!"

"I am touching you! Do-Do you want more? Is that wh-what you're telling me?" His husband grinned at him widely before leaning down to nip at his jaw. A sharp nip that had him squirming with his heart jumping against his chest when the black-haired man bit down softly then dragged his teeth over the edge of his jaw. It had tingles racing under his skin to pool into his stomach when his husband grinded against him. "Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want, love?"

"Yes! God, yes, I wa-want you too! I want you so fucking bad, baby! Mmm! I-I need it! Need it so bad!" He gasped out with his fingers tugging at black curls restlessly with the black-haired man groaning when he did so. It had hips bucking in thrusts against him that nudged the end of the vibrator that inched closer to his G-spot. Not close enough and it had him crying out. "Oh! Oh, oh! Please! Ple-Please, baby, please fuck me? I-I want you so fu-fucking bad! Gimme it? Gimme your cock? Fill me up so goood?"

"God, you're a vulgar li-little thing, aren't you? Begging so sh-shamelessly for my cock like that! Mmm, fuck!" Hips grinded fiercely against him which had him bucking his hips up eagerly; hoping to nudge the vibrator just deep enough to touch that spot. The one that would have him seeing stars. Have him burning. "Yo-You're so perfect, you know that? The mo-most perfect thing I've ever seen! Mmmmn! I'll fu-fuck you, love, and I be-bet you'll love every second of it, won't you?"

"I will! I will, baby! Mmmm! Please! Ple-Please, just gimme your cock already! I wa-want you to stretch me out! I wa-want to feel that bi-big, thick cock inside of me! Feel it ru-rubbing so good! Wa-Wanna feel you come in-inside of me! Fill me up so goood! I wa-want you to fuck me wh-while the vibrator is still on! I want you to touch me! So please? Please, please? Mmmm! Please touch me, baby? Make me feel good? Le-Let me ride your cock? Let me make you feel good?"

The low groan that left his husband was positively amazing. It sent shivers through him; a rush of emotion when his husband's hips ground into him viciously. Tight circles that had him whimpering when he felt Shouta then shift backwards. Grabbing at the remote, his husband from turning the vibrator off. It had his hips jumping up in bucks into the air desperately with his inner walls squeezing tight around the device inside of him.

Then hands were tracing his waist where they flicked apart the button of his jeans without a moment of hesitation. Grabbing the zipper of his fly to work it down gently to which he happily arched his hips up as his husband tugged at his pants and boxers. Working them down his upper thighs then down them to his knees when he forced his legs to unwrap from around his husband's waist.

Spreading wide as his pants were worked down his legs with the black-haired man working his left leg free first. Tugging it from around his ankle, he then let his husband work his right ankle free to which he flicked his foot out which had his pants flying towards the TV. He didn't care. He then was surprised when his husband shifted backwards with a trembling breath being taken.

And his eyes fell to his lap where they locked onto the bulge of his husband's erection; something he'd felt rubbing against him mere seconds ago. The bulge twitched under his curious gaze when he shifted to sit up with his head swimming, but he didn't pay it mind. Ignored it even as he swayed lightly with his hands clawing at the couch cushions to sit upright properly.

Shouta shifted with his hips raising up from the couch to work his pants down. His half-hard erection springing out with a happy twitch when his husband then dug in the couch cushions for the lube which he produced quickly. The cracking pop of the tube being opened, he watched his husband drizzling a palmful into his hand then reaching down.

Spreading the lube over his half-hard erection causing his skin to glisten in the lighting as his hand twisted and curved. Sliding over himself slickly with fingers rolling over the head with those mismatched eyes on him; burning at him. A hunger that had his stomach fluttering. A desire that had his heart throbbing in his chest. Had his skin ripping with heat when he found himself crawling forward towards his husband eagerly.

He took a breath before shifting to a stand where he shuffled in front of his husband. Listening to the slick squelch of lube being spread, he planted his feet apart on either side of his husband's. And then hands were touching his waist; one dry and one slick. He swore, he felt something wet dripping down his thighs as he squirmed at just how wet he felt.

Hands squeezed at his waist as he planted his hands onto the coffee table before him when his husband's hands slid over his skin. Grabbing at a cheek, his husband spread open his left cheek while the fingers of his other hand snuck forward to drum on the end of the plug. It had his breaths racing at the gentle nudges that rubbed against his inner walls so good.

Racing, hitching breaths were taken with each playful drum of his husband's fingers. Striking sharply at the end of the plug which nudged it into him gently which had him clenching around the toy tightly. Squeezing. It was one of their bigger ones. Fuck, if he didn't love the stretch of the thick plug inside of him. Whimpering at his husband, the black-haired man tugged teasingly on the end of the plug.

Pinching it and giving it a wiggle. Gently tugging it side to side inside of him as he squeezed tightly around it; his husband was wiggling it slowly but surely out of him. Trying his best to keep it inside of him. He clenched around it tightly with his heart hammering against his chest when his husband kissed the center of his back. A soft kiss that had him sucking in a trembling breath when the plug was tugged out of him.

His nails dragged over the smooth wood of the coffee table; a quiet sound followed by the plug being placed on the coffee table. A light thud as it shimmered slickly with its layer of lube. The vibrator's remote was grabbed at when hands were on his waist again and he was angled backwards which he moved with. He moved back, back, back until he was hovering over his husband's lap.

Lips pressing soft kisses across his upper back when he reached beneath him to tug at a cheek. Opening himself up as he then reached beneath him for the hardening, twitching shaft of his husband's which was stiffening up in his grasp with that blood flow when he gave it a squeeze. Loving the snapping groan, it got him from his husband as he lowered himself down slowly. Carefully.

His thighs were shaking in their widespread position with his feet threatening to slide on the carpet as he lowered himself down. Lower until he felt the slick touch of the head against his hole. Hands kneaded at his waist comfortingly with thumbs rolling into his lower back with those soft kisses being placed over the back of his shoulder.

He took a breath with his hand holding the erection in his hand tightly when he swallowed. Excited didn't touch it. Thrilling was too weak. Eager too pale. He rolled his hips down playfully against the head of his husband's erection with hands holding him tightly. He ground himself against the head of his erection teasingly with breaths trembling over his shoulder.

Shouta kissed softly at him which had his skin tingling when they crawled up to the side of his neck. Soft, sweet kisses that had him utterly melting when he felt the tickle of his husband's curls against his skin. Something he positively adored. He rolled his hips down lazily before he began to push down against his husband and hips arched up to press against him in response.

Something about the pushing from both parts resulted in a slick give. One that had him gasping when he found himself sinking down on that thick, beautiful shaft of his as he gasped in a breath. And then it flew out on an enthusiastic cry as he threw his head back where it landed on his husband's shoulder as his back pressed to his chest.

Trying to choke off that cry when his husband moaned loudly with such enthusiasm that it sent shivers down his back as he sank onto the black-haired man. And ohhhh, it was so much better than the plug had been. His husband was hot, thick, and so, so full inside of him; stretching him out in a better way than the plug had. This was real. This was hot.

And God, he felt so fucking full that he felt about ready to drool over the sensation in his lower half as he leaned back into his husband's chest. His thighs trembled as he bottomed out; resting in his husband's lap as his hips began to move before he could stop himself. Figure eight movements of his hips that had his husband moaning at him throatily.

Hands slid over his stomach then sweeping up to his chest. Fingers flicking over his nipples idly, trailing over them, had him whimpering at his husband as he ground down against him in figure eight motions that were mimicked by his husband beneath him. He could feel his husband grinding up against him with similar movements of his hips with fingers trailing over his nipples.

Reaching down to gently touch his mastectomy scars. A silent reminder of their presence when Shouta's fingers slid over them firmly sending tingles racing under his skin. Pooling to his stomach. Fingers traced their shape with a reverence that had him taking a shaking breath with his hands flying up to grab his forearms. Palms sliding over his chest to rub over his nipples.

He arched his chest into his hands with hips grinding up against him. Rolling his hips in figure eight motions when he squeezed around the black-haired man who rested inside of him with a keening moan ripping out of him. He felt so good, so good, so good inside of him. Thick. Beautifully, amazingly thick. His erection twitched inside of him which had him moaning out as his head pressed into his husband's shoulder.

Palms rubbed over his nipples again before fingers were trailing over them gently. He turned his head towards the black-haired man who shifted with his head turning towards him. And before he knew it, full lips were coming down on his own and he happily, eagerly, accepted the kisses that were given to him as his husband moaned into their kisses. A snapping moan that had his heart jumping in his chest over his racing beats.

He was so wet, wet, wet. He wondered if his husband could feel his wetness dripping onto him. If he knew how aroused he was. He whimpered with his hips moving quickly in those figure eight motions with hands moving over his chest with fingers trailing over his nipples. Fingertips sneaking beneath his jewelry to lift it up, up, up with a burn.

It had him whimpering again at his husband who stretched upwards. Holding it. And God, it burned so fucking good. Stung so good. Then his jewelry was dropped with fingers coming together to pinch his nipples tightly which had a muffled cry leaving him into their kisses when fingers began to roll his nipples. A movement that had his chest pushing eagerly into his husband's hands as his hips continued to move quickly.

The light squelch from his movements were deafening in the quiet of the living room with huffing breaths being taken through noses. He gave a squeeze to the twitching shaft inside of him which got him another of those delicious, snapping moans from his husband who pinched tighter at his nipples in response. It had him moaning back as his hips wriggled in those figure eight movements before he pushed off of the floor to lift his hips up.

Dropping into his husband's lap with enough force to get him to bounce and the black-haired man moaned encouragingly at him when he lifted his hips up again. Dropping. Up, down, up, down, up, down. Moving in slow, purposeful bounces that had his husband's erection twitching inside of him and God, the rub. Ohhh, the rub was fucking everything as his husband slipped in and out of him slickly.

The rub against his inner walls was like nothing else. Could his husband feel the vibrator stuffed into his pussy? Did it feel tighter than normal? He wanted to hear everything that had to be going on in the black-haired man's head, but he didn't want to break apart. Not when those sizzling kisses felt absolutely amazing as he began to bounce himself slowly

pushing off of the floor to lift his hips up and down in bounces that had his husband's fingers twisting his nipples so good. Pinching them tightly as his breaths trembled through his nose slightly with his hands holding onto his forearms. Digging his nails in which got him a snapping groan, but the black-haired man didn't seem to deny him. Didn't want him to stop.

He bounced himself shallowly on his husband with that slick squelch ringing out to punctuate each drop of his. The brush of his husband's sweatpants against his skin was everything. Absolutely everything. So was the rub of his shirt that he still had on, but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. Not one. He happily bounced himself shallowly on his husband with his lips moving against his husband's.

Leaning back into his chest to keep himself stable. He snapped his hips up and down, up and down, up and down with a keening moan spilling out of him at that rub. God, it was so fucking good. There was nothing like the rub of that thick, beautiful, amazing cock inside of him. Fuck, does he absolutely love it. He loves his husband's cock.

It was better than any toy or vibrator the man could shove into him. Six, glorious, beautiful, thick inches that filled him up better than any toy could ever hope to do. He moaned at his husband as lips dragged against his with such hungry it had him shuddering as he kissed the black-haired man back happily. Eagerly. The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of the living room.

Mixing in with the slick squelch that punctuated each drop into his husband's lap. He snapped his hips up and down eagerly with the drops coming hard as he dared too when his husband moaned at him with fingers tugging on his nipples. The tingles it sent pooling to his stomach was positively amazing. There was something so good about having his husband pinch his nipples while he fucked him.

It merely inspired him to keep up with his shallow bouncing with lips dragging delightfully against his own as he clung to the black-haired man's forearms. Kissing him with that passion, that lust and desire, which was returned to him without a moment's hesitation as he continued in his shallow bouncing. His husband seemed more than delighted to let him move as he wanted when fingers began to roll his nipples again.

A motion that had him wanting to arch his back from his husband's chest, but he fought the urge to do so. Fighting to stay in place as he kissed his husband even if those fingers were toying with his nipples amazing. It was by far the best sensation in the world. There's nothing he loves more than when his husband toyed with his chest when they were fucking.

Moaning out as he clenched around the black-haired man, a shiver ran down his back at the way that erection rubbed against his inner walls. So good, so good, so good. God, he felt like Shouta was so deep inside of him that he'd feel him protruding out of his stomach. And God if that wasn't an exciting thought as he kissed his husband hungrily, passionately, with his hips moving quickly.

Bouncing himself quickly with those lips dragging delightfully against his own with fingers rolling his nipples with that tight pinch that had pain shrieking over his chest. An unrelenting pinch that had him huffing out of his nose as he continued with his shallow bouncing with the black-haired man moaning at him as he was given a bit of that control.

Something his husband usually let him have before taking over and he fucking loves that his husband was letting him move on his own. Was letting him choose the pace and rhythm today. He happily bounced himself shallowly along his husband who moaned at him encouragingly with fingers tugging sharply at his nipples.

Fuck, it felt amazing being stuffed full like this. It felt like having two men inside of him at the same time without the need for there being a second, faceless man. He was happy to bounce himself on his husband while that vibrator rested inside of his pussy innocently. His inner walls clenching around it in throbs as his clit throbbed frantically with that blood flow when he felt Shouta's knees shifting.

His thighs moving beneath him and then, before he knew it, his toes were pressing to the floor as his thighs were draped over Shouta's. His left knee the stump of his right thigh pushing outwards to encourage his thighs to spread open wider. The action had his labia spreading ever so slightly with fingers toying with his nipples as that pinch was increased.

A hard pinch that had him damn near mewling into the kisses when he felt Shouta's lips lifting from his own. Trembling gasps taken only for his husband's tongue to lap across his lips; a silent question that he answered immediately. Opening his mouth up with a gasp, his husband's lips pressed hard to his own with his tongue dipping into his mouth.

He moved his own tongue eagerly to meet Shouta's, the tips meeting then sliding against one another as the metal of his piercing clicked off of his teeth. He slid his tongue against his husband's when he felt the tip nudging and flicking at his piercing playfully; nudging, swirling, flicking at it. He let his husband toy with his tongue piercing as he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's.

His hips snapping up and down eagerly when he felt fingers twisting his nipples. A tight side to side motion that had pain shrieking over his chest that fluttered with a racing exhale and inhale he took as he fought the urge to arch his chest. To push it into his husband's amazingly capable hands. His husband toyed with his tongue piercing with playful flicks and nudges when that tongue was sliding against his own.

Rubbing slickly together, their tongues twisted and slipped together with lips crushed together fervently when his husband's right hand released his nipple. And the way those fingers skimmed down his chest to his stomach had his hips jerking forward eagerly with a wild whimper when fingers skimmed down his stomach. Brushing past his navel.

Reaching down to his pelvis then to his mound where fingers combed through the groomed blonde hairs there when he arched his hips up with an eager whimper. Needing. He needs this man to touch him. His bouncing stuttered slightly but God, if he didn't snap his hips down to slam into his husband's lap when fingers traced along his labia. Fingers flicking out in a V formation to rub at his slightly parted labia when his inner walls spasmed around the toy.

Did his husband feel how wet he was? How ready he was? Did he feel the heat of his wet folds? It had him damn near mewling as he writhed in his husband's lap with hips jerking towards those rubbing fingers when they pulled away. And then hands were sliding down from his nipple with both hands grabbing at his waist.

He was heaved up, up, up and as he dropped, his husband's hips snapped up to meet his downwards drops with a crisp slap of their skin meeting. A squelch of the lube. It had him moaning into the kiss when his husband began to lift him up then snapping his hips up to meet his drops with a thrust that nudged his lower half into the air lightly. Oh, oh, it was the fucking best.

There was nothing better than the strength that his husband displayed as his hips began to snap upwards with a strength that had him moaning. Had him squirming openly with his thighs draped over his husband's as they trembled with hips snapping up against him. Again, again, again. Snapping thrust with that slick squelch ringing out each time his husband's cock sank into him.

It sent shivers down his back as he clutched at his husband's forearms with nails dragging over skin as he was bounced faster. Coming down harder to meet those snapping thrusts of his husband's which hit against him with such strength it threatened to make him drool. Ohhhh, it felt so good. His husband felt so good inside of him. There was nothing better.

Nothing could beat this pleasure he felt. The hit of his husband's hips against him was absolutely out of this world; snapping up each time he was dropped down. Hands lifting and dropping him again and again without mercy with hips hitting against him. Thrusting. There was always a brutal strength to his husband's thrusts that he absolutely adored.

Moaning at his husband eagerly, his heart hammering against his chest in thuds that robbed him of air. Bouncing on his husband's cock fast, fast, fast while coming down harder, harder, harder with his thighs trembling slightly as his toes curled with his feet pressing to the floor. And he began to move his hips in compliance with the way those hands lifted and tugged at him.

Snapping his hips up and down the way Shouta's hands guided him too had the black-haired man moaning at him with that slick squelch ringing out. He clung to his husband the best that he could with nails dragging over his waist leaving burning lines behind. Moaning at his husband eagerly with his heart hammering against his chest when he continued to snap his hips quickly.

Fuck, the slick rub of his husband's cock against his inner walls was amazing. The way the vibrator rested inside of him leaving him stuffed full. So full he was. While the vibrator was slimmer than his husband, it still left him with a sense of fullness that had him moaning at his husband. Bouncing himself fast with his hips raising up higher on the black-haired man before dropping down on him again and again.

Rising up further with his clit throbbing lightly in time with his inner walls that clenched around the vibrator inside of him. Shouta's tongue twisted with his own; rubbing slickly, gently, against his own with slides that had him huffing through his nose to feed his lungs. He bounced himself quickly on the black-haired man with that slick squelch ringing out.

His spread thighs twitched slightly with that protest from his hips. A pang when his husband's right thigh and left knee coaxed his to open up further. To spread him open so wide his labia remained parted slightly. Why? He had not a clue but God if it wasn't the hottest thing in the world as the cool air brushed against the hot area of his crotch as his hips moved fast. Fast, fast, fast.

Bouncing himself on the black-haired man with those hips swinging up to meet his downward drops each time without fail. The light slap of their skin meeting filled the air between them to join the cacophony of other noises. The squelch of the lube each time his husband's cock slipped in and out. The quiet, barely audible wet sound of their tongues tangling together gently.

Tenderly. Passionately. The huffing pants taken through noses that fanned onto uncomfortably hot cheeks. There was so much to the moment that had him blazing hotter. Had him writhing as his husband's hands slid along his waist before reaching down to caress his inner thighs which had muscles jumping. Trembling. His back arching from his husband's chest before he could stop it as he moaned at the black-haired man.

It got him one of those snapping moans back from the man. It sent shivers down his back when he tightened around his husband again which earned him another of those snapping moans from the man. He squeezed tightly around that thick erection; it was just like the plug but so much better. It was so nice to have something hot, hard, twitching inside of him the way that he was.

It was the only thing that could rival the vibrator stuffed in his pussy. His inner walls were fluttering around the toy then squeezing sending shivers up his back . He was so wet. He'd bet anything he was dripping down onto his husband's sweatpants. It had him moaning at the thought when he pulled away from the kiss, flicking his tongue in goodbye, and throwing his head back.

Pressing it to his husband's shoulder, he bounced himself fast as he could. Coming down hard in his husband's lap with those hips striking at him with an answering strength. Something that had him moaning delightedly when he clawed at his forearms restlessly. He pressed his head back into his husband's shoulder when he felt lips fluttering down the side of his neck.

Teeth dragging over his skin playfully before his husband was biting down. A hard bite that had him shouting out instinctively with the black-haired man sucking his skin into his mouth as his teeth dug into him deeply. A hard bite that had him twisting, writhing, with his air gasping down at the pain that blistered over the spot with receptors screaming to his brain.

It hurt. And fuck, if that didn't have his inner walls spasming around the vibrator. If it didn't have him clenching around his husband. Loving the snapping moan, it earned him into that spot as his husband sucked fervently at the spot with hands squeezing at his waist. Fuck, if he doesn't love that but what he'd love more would be if his husband did what he typically did.

If his husband took that control from him. He'd be the happiest damn man in the world if his husband flipped him right now and pinned him to the cushions. The strength of those hips slamming against him was absolutely amazing with his hands holding onto his husband desperately while those teeth dug into his neck. It hurt but fuck, the pain was working to aid to his arousal.

To turn him on more if that were even possible for him to do so. He clung to his husband who snapped his hips up which nudged him lightly into the air which he absolutely fucking adored. And as he bounced, he made sure to clench tightly around his husband. Making sure to squeeze tight around that twitching shaft inside of him which earned him a keening, snapping moan in reply.

Something that had him huffing out desperately with the black-haired man holding onto his waist. Nails dragging over his skin again leaving burning, throbbing lines when he felt the black-haired man moaning into his neck as he sucked at the spot. Hard pulls as teeth dug into him before his mouth was lifting away from the spot with a gasp. And then, without waiting, his husband was biting him again.

Teeth digging into his skin that had pain shrieking up to his brain as he squirmed with his hips stuttering slightly and God if that's all that it took for his husband to move. All but lunging as he was twisted, and he got his wish. His special, desperate wish as they flipped together with his chest hitting the cushion of the couch with his legs flicking out awkwardly.

His left leg to be pinned to the back of the couch and his right leg outstretched with his toes slamming into the coffee table with a deafening bang. But he didn't care. His husband had him pinned down on his chest with hands guiding his hips to raise upwards to press tightly to his pelvis with those wild black curls there tickling his skin.

And then, to his pleasure, his husband yanked his hips back, back, back before slamming forward which had him swaying. Had him pressing into the couch cushions. And it had him moaning into the cushion with hands clutching up at the arm rest with nails dragging over it rather than holding onto his husband. He held onto the arm rest tightly when his husband yanked his hips back then slammed into him again.

And again. Again, again, again.

His hips held up high as his husband slammed into him with a strength that had him rocking lightly as he moaned at his husband. Moaning louder, louder, louder before he could stop himself when hands squeezed him tightly with that silent reproach that he needed. Burying his face into the couch cushion, he shuddered at the rub of the rough material against his chest.

Against his sensitive nipples. His clit was throbbing with an intensity that was going to drive him crazy if his husband didn't do something about it. Hips struck at him sharply with hands holding his up at that perfect angle that had his husband sinking into him deep, deep, deep. Ohhhh, it was magical. He was damn near drooling with his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks.

He moaned at his husband eagerly with his back arching when hips slammed against him with hits that were absolutely amazing. The rub of his husband's cock against his inner walls was a sensation of its own that had pleasure pooling into his stomach. The head nudging so deep inside of him that he was half convinced he'd truly feel it if he touched his stomach.

It was a thought that had his breath racing as he clung to the arm rest with his hips jerking back eagerly. Meeting those thrusts the best that he could with hits against his husband's pelvis that had the black-haired man moaning at him when he clenched tightly around him. He then felt a hand leave his hip when he whimpered at the black-haired man.

He got a groan back from the black-haired man in response. And then he felt it; the buzzing as his husband clicked at the small remote, he no doubt held in his hand. One, two, three , four. It had him crying out as the vibrator buzzed to life inside of him with vibrations that raked his damn pelvis. Buzzing hard, fast, inside of him as he twisted beneath the black-haired man with another shrill cry leaving him.

His head threw itself back with hair rustling over the fabric of the couch. His hips jutting back eagerly when his husband's hands squeezed at him fiercely when hips slammed forward. Hard hits that had him rocking on his knees with keening moans spilling out of him in response with his nails dragging over the arm rest. Oh, it was so fucking good.

His husband slamming into him the way that he was, the vibrations racing over him, and the way his husband held him were absolutely amazing. God, he can't take it. And then his husband was leaning down with his breaths ghosting over the back of his shoulder where teeth bit at him. Sinking into his skin, he bucked with his hands jerking away from the arm rest to- what? Twist into his hair?

Grab at him? He had not a clue, but Shouta was biting down hard, hard, hard with teeth digging into his skin with those hard sucks being given. The previous two spots throbbed still but God if he wasn't going to love it later. If he wasn't going to get off by pressing his fingers into those throbbing bruises left by his husband's teeth.

He shuddered with his hips jerking backwards to hit against his husband's pelvis with a keening moan in his throat when Shouta's hips bucked forward. Slamming into him in a frenzy that rocked him on his knee as his right leg stretched out to push into the coffee table. It of course had the coffee table moving over the floor but neither cared. How could he?

He was drowning in the pleasure that was swarming him like fiery waves. Pooling into his stomach like molten magma. He was huffing into the couch cushions with the wet, vulgar squelch of his husband's cock slipping in and out of him. The slap of their skin meeting again and again acting like shots of sound in the quiet living room. It was hot, hot, hot.

He didn't know how he breathed without fanning that heat as his husband's hips struck at him harder, harder, harder. Faster. Giving him exactly what he needed from the man without him needing to wail out those words. Giving him the thing that he needed from him as his chest rubbed against the couch cushions. Pinned. He loves it. The buzzing over the vibrator felt so good, so good, so good inside of him as it wracked his damn pelvis.

His husband's hands on his hips tugged him back to hit against him hard with a moan startling itself out of him in response with his nails dragging over the arm rest. Moving in compliance with those tugging hands as hips struck at him with a hard strength, a fast speed, that was positively ruthless. Being fucked into the couch cushions like he wanted when his husband all but dragged him onto the couch earlier.

It was everything he could have possibly wanted. He swore he could feel something wet dripping down his thighs and God knows how that vibrator was staying inside of him with how wet he was. It was a miracle. An act of God. He huffed with his glasses pressing awkwardly into the side of his face and his temple, but he ignored it the best that he could.

Jerking his hips back eagerly to hit against Shouta's pelvis again, again, again. The vulgar squelch ringing out in time with the slaps of his husband's pelvis hitting against his skin. There was something unfairly exciting about doing something like this in an open area like the living room. It was thrilling. Exhilarating. Panting quickly with his breaths raking down his throat only to rasp out of him.

His hips wriggled before jerking back eagerly against his husband's pelvis. The vibrator was buzzing, buzzing, buzzing inside of him with an intensity that had his eyes rolling back as his lashes fluttered before his eyes shut. Moaning loudly at his husband in response when he got a snapping moan back from the black-haired man who squeezed his hips.

Nails biting into his skin slightly with hips slamming against him with a strength that had his toes curling tightly. A snapping moan of his own ripping out of his throat as his husband's cock rubbed against him so good. God, there was nothing fucking better than being stuffed full of that thick cock. To be spread open with it.

He may have loved the plug but there was something better about having Shouta inside of him like this. Knowing it was his husband spreading him open like this. It had him panting with his fingers curling into fists that trembled against the arm rest. Jerking his hips backwards to hit against his husband who swung forward in hard hits against him that rocked him forward lightly.

And fuck, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. Moaning at his husband delightedly, he dug his nails into his palms with his inner walls throbbing around the buzzing vibrator inside of him. Just barely nudging at his G-spot again and again which had his thighs shaking. Had his clit throbbing fervently with his husband's moans snapping out of him.

And fuck him, it didn't help with his arousal. With the way his inner walls spasmed and clenched. Squeezing around that buzzing vibrator and the twitching shaft inside of him. Moaning with that note of eagerness, his knee dug into the cushion while his stretched out right leg curled up with his foot planting to the floor. Moving in time with the black-haired man when he felt a hand on his hip moving.

Sliding down over his pelvis down to his mound where fingers combed through his pubic hair; just like they had when he was in his husband's lap. His breaths raced in anticipation with his hands pressing off of the arm rest to move with his husband eagerly. Hips striking at him so damn hard it nudged him forward again and again with his moans snapping, slipping, rushing out of him encouragingly.

Giving him exactly what he needed from the man without him needing to breathe a word to him as his hips hit against him. Fuck him, it was amazing. Fuck! He didn't know how to breathe without it fanning beneath his skin. Without it spreading as his blood boiled through his veins from the force of that heat as he dug his nails fervently into his palms.

Squirming when his husband's fingers rubbed over his labia. Firm rubs over his clit that had him jolting, jerking, when the black-haired man moaned when he tightened around him in response. What he loved more than anything, however, was when his husband pushed at the end of the vibrator that stuck out of him. Pushing it in further by an inch and- and oh.

Ohhhhh, it had him howling when the head of the vibrator curved and pressed into his g-spot perfectly. Buzzing against the spot that had him writhing openly beneath his husband with his hands pushing off of the arm rest with his palms screaming from the dig of his nails. He didn't care. Nothing mattered but that pleasure that snapped up his back and pooled into his stomach like liquid fire.

Gushing into him relentlessly as he wailed at his husband with his quirk activating slightly. Picture frames rattled. The lampshade of a lamp rattling. The ceiling fan above them trembling. His husband squeezed his hip sharply which had him cutting off that wail the best he could as he moaned lowly in his throat at the vibrations. Racking over him, buzzing into him, and his inner walls clenching tightly around the vibrator inside of him.

Moaning. Whining. Whimpering. Jerking his hips back to meet his husband's thrusts the best he could while that vibrator buzzed into his g-spot. It had him shaking; trembling. He jumped when saliva ran down his chin in a slick, itching line but he couldn't stop it. He was falling apart. He was losing himself to the pleasure. Admiring how that vibrator filled up his pussy so damn good.

How it buzzed with an intensity that rattled his lower half. How good his husband's cock was as it slipped in and out of him. The hit of those hips against him. All of it was so good, so good, so good. He couldn't stop himself from whimpering at his husband who kissed his way along his upper back before biting down. A harsh bite that had him crying out as his husband sucked the skin roughly into his mouth.

Hard pulls of his mouth that had him arching. Writhing. Squirming. Needing, needing, needing. Wanting, wanting, wanting. He wants more. He knows that his husband was in charge of it but God if he doesn't want more, more, more. Fingers rubbed over his labia again slickly with fingertips just barely parting it with a teasing caress.

One that had him whimpering eagerly at Shouta who merely sucked at his skin. His teeth digging in painfully but God if he doesn't mind it in the slightest bit. If he didn't fucking love the dig of those teeth into his skin as his husband sucked fervently at his spot. Hard sucks that had him arching with his hips jerking. Hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast.

He was drowning under the heat. Under the pleasure that was gushing through him as he gasped in his air desperately with his fingers squeezing tightly to his palms. He whimpered at his husband who groaned into his skin before lifting his mouth up and leaning upwards to bite the skin behind his shoulder. It had him moaning at his husband ecstatically with hips striking at him hard. Fast.

The slipping rub of his husband's cock against his inner walls was positively amazing as the vibrator buzzed against his g-spot. Pleasure speared into him again and again, hot and fast, as it pooled into him. Snapping up his back. Moaning eagerly, hips struck at him with such speed and strength that it had his toes curling. It was by far the most amazing thing in the world if he was honest with himself.

The sheer strength his husband displayed as hands held onto his hip tightly when fingers parted his labia. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a keening moan with his head tossing itself back as his husband's fingers slid into the wet folds. A light, wet sound ringing out with the strokes his husband gave. Then his fingers were sliding upwards with fingers pressing gingerly into his swollen clit.

And it had him whining shrilly at his husband when fingers pressed into him before spreading into a V formation to rub on either side of his clit. The hand on his hip leaving him to press into the couch cushion as his husband leaned into him with teeth biting at his skin before lifting away. Gasping before biting down on his shoulder much to his delight as he writhed beneath him.

Shivering when those teeth dug into his shoulder with his fingers twitching in the tight fists they were curled into. He writhed with his hips bucking backwards against his husband's pelvis eagerly as the vibrator buzzed, buzzed, buzzed. So full, full, full. God, he was stuffed full, and it was positively euphoric if he was honest with himself. He wondered if his husband could feel the buzzing vibrations of the vibrator.

He wished he could find the air to ask him, but he couldn't think. He couldn't breathe without it fanning the heat beneath his skin. His hips jerked back and forth eagerly with his hands pressing into the arm of the couch. Pushing off of it. Needing, needing, needing. Wanting, wanting, wanting. He couldn't deny the pleasure that pooled into him again and again.

Pleasure that was hot and fast. Slow and sizzling. It had him panting when his husband's teeth lifted from his shoulder with his tongue lapping over the spot before biting down on another spot to get him crying out. He jerked his hips back eagerly against his husband's pelvis when he squirmed openly with huffing pants fanning over his skin.

He squeezed tightly around the black-haired man with a keening moan vibrating over his skin. And as much as he hated it, he was feeling that fluttering gathering in his stomach. A fluttering that was pulling together into a hot little spark in his lower stomach as he jerked his hips back faster, faster, faster. Squeezing around the twitching shaft inside of him that was beginning to throb.

Hard thrusts nudged his hips forward slightly each time much to his delight as he began to chase after that pleasure. Chase after the heat that was twisting beneath his skin. There was nothing, nothing, nothing he wants more than to feel this man come in him. To make his husband come inside of him right now. The dragging rub against his inner walls was almost to much as he kept up that tight clench around the black-haired man.⭐

Sucking fiercely at his spot with teeth digging into his skin causing that blunt, throbbing pain to scream over him. It was almost unbearable, but he loved it; wanted those teeth to nip, bite, and suck to leave bruises behind. He wants his throat covered in hickeys. He wants to have claw marks on his skin. Hickeys left behind by his husband.

He shuddered with his back arching as his toes curled tightly with his hands trembling in their tightly curled position with his pants rasping down his throat only to rake out of him. Listening to the slap of their skin meeting again and again. The slick, vulgar squelch of his husband's cock sliding into him. The pleasure that pooled into his stomach when his husband's fingers rubbed on either side of his clit.

Dipping into the wet folds to gather wetness on his fingers before sliding back up to rub slickly on either side of the swollen thing. Pinching lightly. He fucking loves it. It had him clenching tightly around that vibrator that buzzed so delightfully into his g-spot. Had him shaking. His fingers ached from the tight fists they were curled into but he wasn't thinking.

He couldn't think. All that occurred to him was the pleasure of that vibrator buzzing away inside of him. The way his husband felt slipping in and out of him. The heat of his husband burning into his back as his mouth sucked at the spot on his shoulder with teeth digging in deeply. It was by far the best fucking thing in the world. There was nothing better than the hard strikes of his husband's hips against him.

The way that Shouta moaned into his skin while sucking at him fervently. The way his body was twisting to press down against him. It was the best. The very, very best. He jerked his hips backwards to hit against his husband's pelvis when fingers pressed gingerly into his clit. And then Shouta began rolling in fast circles clockwise that had him crying out with his head pressing back.

Hair rustling over the cushion. Crying out desperately with his hips bucking against those fingers that were so big. So thick. Rolling into him with quick circles that had pleasure stabbing into his stomach like a hot coal that had him gasping. His fingers curled out then gripped at the edge of the cushion with a shake as he held onto the cushion. Hot, hot, hot.

There was so much heat that he didn't know what to do with himself. So much heat that it had him gasping as his hips struggled to keep up with his husband who was pounding into him. Pounding the air out of his lungs. The thoughts out of his head. He doubted he could string together a sentence with how hard those hips were hitting him.

Knocking his air out of his lungs the second he gasped it down and fuck if he doesn't love that. If he didn't twist and squirm eagerly with his thighs shaking as his husband pounded at him with fingers moving quickly against his clit. Swirling in circles that had his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks as his eyes rolled back on him again.

That hot spark in his stomach was pulling tight, tight, tight in his stomach leaving him gasping. Shaking. It was twisting into him viciously with his thighs shaking as his hips moved eagerly, desperately. No long focusing on meeting his husband's pounding thrusts, he ground himself down against his husband's rolling fingers as they pressed into his clit.

Doing so with the perfect pressure to get him moaning deafeningly as his husband pounded away at him. Hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast.And the buzzing that was driving him insane was going to be his pleasure was too heavy. Too hot. It was almost too much to withstand if he was honest with himself. There was no way one man could burn without falling.

Without sizzling away. And God, the buzzes to his g-spot had him jerking and jolting. Whimpering. Needing. His husband's fingers rolled into his clit as his thighs tried to spread themselves wide, wide, wide with his breaths gasping down his throat as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. His heart hammering against his chest with beats that rocked against his chest as he rocked his hips back while his husband pounded at him.

Hard thrusts that nudged him lightly in little slides over the cushion which he adored. The tight circles of his husband's fingers rubbing at him. The buzzing vibrator. The fullness of Shouta's cock inside of him. All of it was cresting nowhere but up, up, up. He was clinging in vain to the edge that he found himself all too soon dancing on.

He was gasping in his pants as he threw his head back with his clit throbbing fervently with his inner walls that clenched tightly around the vibrator inside of him when he felt his husband shifting with a grunt. And then he was wailing with a burst of volume with the splintering of glass ringing out as the vibrator clicked up. One, two, three. Ohhhhh, the buzzing was so fast. So hard.

The final settling on it. And he was writhing, twisting, hips bucking with fingers rolling into him. He was clenching tight around that vibrator, around his husband's cock, as his back arched with his wail choking off. Wincing at the feedback in his ears but he couldn't breathe. There was so much pleasure it was choking him. Drowning him.

He listened to the shots of sound that came from their skin slapping together. The slick squelch that punctuated each thrust into him as his husband's cock rubbed at him. Filling him up in a way that was so damn addicting he wanted to this again. And again. He was shaking at the heat snaking up his back; the heat that snapped under his skin. So hot. So fast, hard, full.

Clinging to the couch cushion, he couldn't stop himself from whining in that near mewling pitch that had his husband moaning as his mouth lifted from his skin. Huffing with hips pounding at him with such strength it had him gasping delightedly. And oh, oh, oh, he couldn't stop it. He was writhing, twisting, with his toes curling tightly as his head pressed back. He was at the mountain peak.

His world was shrinking down to one of such heat that it was a surprise he didn't burst into flames. A world where nothing mattered but the pleasure. But the feeling of his husband, of Shouta, buried so deep in him that he swore he felt him in his lower stomach. Nothing mattered to him but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. He moaned the black-haired man's name over and over; a slurred line of his name leaving him shamelessly.

Needy. Lustfully. Ecstatically. It sent shivers down his back to hear his husband groaning his name back; the low groan of Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi set his blood aflame. Set all of him aflame again but he knew he couldn't keep holding on. His husband's fingers were swirling around his clit beautifully as it throbbed frantically with his husband's hips pounding away at him.

He found himself tumbling when the black-haired man bit down on the side of his neck. Pain blistering over his skin, nerve endings shrieking, as teeth dug into his skin, and he was wailing. He was tumbling. He couldn't take it anymore. Not a moment longer. His thighs shook as they tensed up, just like his stomach, as his toes curled tightly.

Eyes rolling back behind his eyelids that fluttered as he gasped for air only for it to feed into another wail. Another cry. Twisting, turning, squirming. Tingles racing up his shaking thighs and exploding into his stomach. Coming, coming, coming. He twisted with his inner walls clamping around that vibrator and his husband in near unison.

His husband moaned deafeningly into his skin with vibrations that had him twisting. White-hot heat slammed over him, choking him, as he squirmed beneath his husband. Rutting. Grinding into those fingers. Coming so fucking hard his whole pussy seemed to throb with the waves rushing over him when he felt something wet gush down his thighs. Squirting? Was that it?

He had not a clue, but it was a splash with a quiet hit to the cushions beneath them. Coming, coming, coming. He was throbbing. Hot, hot, hot. So, fucking hot. Too good, too good, too good. So good. He was suspended in a white-hot heat that had his air pausing in his chest as he trembled. Shaking, shaking, shaking. Drowning, drowning, drowning.

White-hot waves washing over him again and again. His husband pounded into him once, twice, three time more before his husband was moaning at him deafeningly with teeth biting down hard. His air flew out of him on a weak moan when he felt the hot spurts gushing inside of him; hot, hot, hot. He rocked his hips back against his husband's pelvis as he came inside of him as that erection throbbed and pulsed. Twitching.

Much to his delight, the white-hot heat rushed out of him on ebbing waves; leeching out of him on pulses. Sighing out with his fingers twisting into the cushion as he slumped into the couch while his husband remained stiff behind him. A whimper broke out of him when fingers pulled away from his throbbing clit with a hand slapping out.

Leaning over slightly while that vibrator buzzed inside of him which sent sparks of overstimulation rushing up his back which had him jolting. Jerking. The black-haired man reached the table when there was a delicate click, and the vibrator came to an end. He sighed out again in relief as the vibrator went still inside of him when his husband gently touched his waist.

The black-haired man relaxed behind him and he lifted his leg up. Turning slowly with hands guiding him onto his back while his husband remained inside of him. Once he was on his back, Shouta was flopping forward with his face burying itself into his throat with lips pressing softly against it. Kisses that made his stomach flutter wildly when he felt his ass rub against a wet spot on the cushion to which he swallowed a groan.

He'd have to pull the steamer out to make sure it was "super-duper clean" to his husband's standards. But that would come later. He held his husband close to him as he kissed the top of his head softly with those black curls tickling his face. Brushing at his cheeks. He squeezed his husband close with his hand lifting to run over those wild curls when he felt a hand raising up to touch his cheek.

Petting it softly while lips pressed to his throat softly with kisses that had him utterly melting. Had him clutching his husband all the closer as he buried his face into those wild black curls. Kissing the top of his husband's head with that same frantic need as he ran his hand over his hair again then slid it down his back. It was unfair his husband was still clothed but he knew they'd be stripping down for their shower.

He felt a sigh fanning over his throat when his husband's lips trailed up to his jaw where they kissed softly at him, and he happily kissed at his husband's red face. Adoringly. Sweetly. He kissed his husband's face with lips pecking at his own adoringly as a thumb moved over his cheekbone gently. Forehead, eyebrow, cheekbones, cheeks, noses, jaws. All kissed.

Their noses nuzzled together when he giggled as his husband twisted into him. Pressing him down into the cushions with his hips raised slightly to keep from dripping. Anything to keep from getting the cushions messier than they were. He tugged at those wild curls when he nuzzled his husband softly who nuzzled him back with all the adoration in the world.

And then lips were coming down on his in soft kisses that were absolutely melt worthy. Had him melting into the cushions of the couch as he slid his hand to cup the back of his husband's head. And while things were a bit messy, he'd have to deep clean the couch, he couldn't deny this was the most amazing afternoon of his life.

He was more than happy to spend just a few more moments pinned beneath his husband. Kissing him sweetly, tenderly, with an adoration that had his breaths trembling as lips slid against his slowly. Adoringly. Lovingly. He was melting when his husband lifted away with a light smack with kisses pressing to his jaw before he was lifting up.

Just enough for him to meet those mismatched eyes of his. They shimmered down at him with all the love, all the warmth, in the world to get his heart skipping when his husband's palm caressed his cheek gently. And it had him smiling as he tugged his husband back down towards him. His lips lightly pressing against his own with a light brush that had his heart jumping against his chest.

A tease. Waiting, waiting, waiting when he took a trembling breath of his own then letting it out slowly He twisted his fingers in those black locks of his husband's as he smiled softly. And then those lips were coming down on his again with a soft, sweet kiss that told him everything he needed to know. He was loved. He was adored. And that's all he needed.