The Darkest Fifty Shades of EraserMic (Shades of EraserMic 3)

by CrypticBeans

And here it is! The final fifty chapters of nothing but smut! Enjoy!

41. A Burning Sting! (Figging)

"So, let me get this straight."

"Sure."

"You went to the store, and you bought this ginger root?"

"Yes."

"And you shaved it down to look like a-a butt plug?"

"Mhmmm."

"And you want me to put that inside of you?"

"Exactly." Shouta nodded at his husband then when he felt his cheeks growing warmer when the blonde stared at him with a look of incredulousness. As if he had suddenly sprouted six more heads. Or like he had somehow become covered in scales from head to toe. He fidgeted slightly when he picked at his fingernails slightly. "Is it really that strange? I mean, I saw it online and it sounded interesting."

"It's not weird! I don't think it's that strange- well, wrong, I do think it's a bit strange but that's okay! Because this challenge is all about learning about new things!" Hizashi rushed to assure with hands reaching out to grab his upper arms when the blonde squeezed him gently with thumbs rubbing his shoulders gently. A soft smile curling over Hizashi's lips had him shifting his weight from foot to foot when the blonde tilted his head. "What is this called again?"

"It's called figging. According to the Wikipedia page, it's the practice of putting a skinned ginger root into an anus to create an acute burning sensation. It's historically used as a punishment method and has been adopted as a practice in the world of BDSM. Apparently, it takes time for the effect to begin but when it does? Well, it apparently builds steadily and will last for approximately twenty minutes. So, we'd have a window of twenty minutes to play with this if-if you want too? Does that sound interesting to you?"

Hizashi's face pinched slightly; his brows coming together with his nose scrunching and his lips pursing. An in thought look he'd recognize after years spent with the blonde; he was thinking. He fought the urge to rock from his heels to his toes as he watched Hizashi's gaze focusing back on him with a smile on his lips that curled over them effortlessly again. And then his husband was opening his mouth to say- "Okay! We can do it if that's what you want to do, baby!"

Staring at his husband in surprise, he found himself shifting to step closer to the blonde with his hands raising up to touch Hizashi's face gently with his fingertips. Tracing those freckled cheeks before cupping his face when the blonde smiled at him with all the innocence in the world. And it had him in awe. "Are you really sure, love? This isn't something that's too weird for you? I want you to really think about it, okay? Don't just say we can if it makes you feel a type of way."

"Shouta, baby, I don't mind doing this! I really don't! You just need to tell me if it becomes too overwhelming for you and I'll take it out of you, okay? Even if this is used in punishment, this is something that you want to do to feel good, right?" He nodded at his husband silently when the blonde pushed his face into his hands when he moved his thumbs over his cheekbones. "Then we'll do it! We can at least try it and if it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out! So long as we try, right?"

Staring at his husband's open, bright expression he couldn't help but believe Hizashi. That so long as they tried it once then it would be fine to write it off. To say that they at least tried. All he wanted was to cross it off their list and happily say that they'd done it. That they'd at least checked on off. Smiling softly at his husband, he squished his cheeks slightly with the blonde laughing lightly. "Alright, if you're all in on it then let's go try this, yeah? I prepared myself a bit, but I might need a little more help, you know?"

"Oh, so what you're saying is you want to make out while I get you ready with my fingers, huh?" Hands slid down his upper arms to his elbows before those hands dropped to his waist. Twisting him closer as he stepped forward with his hands sliding from their places cupping Hizashi's face to twist into his hair as the blonde leaned in. Lips pressing to his jaw softly then moving down towards his throat as he tipped his head backwards. "I think I can handle that, baby!"

"Then what're you waiting for? Grab the ginger root and let's get going, yeah?" He replied with a slight waver to his voice as his husband kissed down his throat to which he twisted close to the blonde. Eager to touch the skin he'd been eyeing not five minutes ago when his husband had been laid out on the towel in the backyard. Sun tanning already even if it was only May and not quite the scalding heat of June or July. He tugged on Hizashi's hair then with a smile on his lips as he began to work them out.

Hizashi's eyes sparkled at him when he stepped out of the blonde's hands when he spun on his feet then began walking forward briskly towards the small hallway of theirs. He peeked over his shoulder to find Hizashi grabbing at the ginger root off of the counter then rushing forward after him. He put a pep to his step with a laugh bubbling in his throat.

He flew across the kitchen and down their small hallway with the thud of Hizashi's feet right behind him. His husband was barreling after him and it had his heart jumping in his chest when he rushed for their bedroom doors. That laugh threatening to bubble out of him to which he pinched his lips together. He threw their bedroom doors open and rushed into the room.

Spinning on his feet to find his husband rushing into the doorway with the peeled ginger root in his hand. He'd done his best to shape it into that of a plug; it was tricky, but he'd shaved it down to the size and girth he wanted. His stomach fluttered at the sight of it in his husband's hand when the blonde turned to shut their bedroom doors.

The thud of wood hitting off of wood was deafening when the lock was flicked with a metallic click. And he reached down for his t-shirt that he'd thrown on today; his hands grabbing the hem as he flipped it up over his stomach to his chest. The blonde turned towards him with a spark in those green eyes.

He flipped his shirt up then slid his arms through the sleeves. Lifting it up over his head with his hair bunching around the neckline when he got it up and off. Throwing it to the floor in a heap as the cool air tickled his skin much like his hair falling around his shoulders again. It was getting long but Hizashi didn't seem to mind it.

He hummed softly with his hands touching the waistband of his sweatpants he'd been lounging in today. He traced his fingers along it before curling his fingers into the waistband with heat flaring in those green eyes. Nostrils flaring slightly as his husband inhaled sharply to which he then pushed his pants down to his thighs then to his knees.

The metal of his prosthetic glinted in the light that poured through the window. He was glad that Eri and Hitoshi were out of the house for the afternoon. That they had the house to themselves today. He didn't think he could wait until later tonight like he'd been planning too. He was more than eager to explore this new thing with his husband.

And he was excited for this. He shifted slightly then stepped out of his pants then flicking them away with his left foot when he stood before his husband in his boxers. He then turned to sit on the edge of the be with his hair trembling around his shoulders as he planted himself down on the bed.

He grabbed at his prosthetic; working it off with a tug, he leaned it against the foot of the bed then proceeded to begin pulling the sleeves off of his stumped right thigh. He tugged the sleeves off one at a time and was thankful he'd showered before he had brought the idea up to his husband.

He didn't want to smell in the slightest bit, but smells were unavoidable when he was sweating and walking all day long. He flopped the sleeves onto the floor before reaching back to tug himself up onto the bed when Hizashi's shirt was sailing past him. He blinked then turned his head to admire the sight of his husband's blond locks falling in a heap down his back.

The soft blonde curls that covered his chest, the light that winked off of his studs, the toned appearance of his stomach and the soft freckles over his chest. The sexy tattoo spelling of his name on his collar bone. The navel piercing of his that caught the lighting in a wink just like his nipple studs.

The blonde's fingers tugged apart the button of his fly, working his zipper down, then curling his fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Shoving them down long, slender legs that were muscular in the best way possible. God, he could admire every dip and curve of his husband's body for hours.

He admired the way those muscles flexed in his back and arms as he pushed his pants to his ankles. Moving with a slight wobble as he stepped out of them one side at a time. His feet thudding over the floor as he stumbled before straightening up with a sparkle to those green eyes. The shaved ginger root was sitting on the bedside table where the blonde had placed it.

Then the man was turning to the bedside table again. Reaching in for the usual item; wipes, lube, and a condom. He hummed when the blonde then turned slightly, snapping the drawer shut, and faced him. He raised his hands up to curl his fingers once, twice, in that silent beg which had the blonde launching himself onto the bed.

Flying onto it with the condom and lube in hand. The bed bounced beneath the blonde who crawled forward quickly towards him with the bed bouncing lightly beneath him. He spread his thighs open for the blonde who crawled between his legs, the condom and lube placed down within reaching distance.

Hands planted on the bed on either side of his hips. Dipping the bed slightly as the blonde leaned towards him with that intensity to those green eyes sparkling at him. And he found himself leaning forward with his hands lifting. Reaching for those silky locks as he tugged his husband closer to him with trembling, excited breaths being taken.

He leaned in as he tugged Hizashi close with their noses bumping then brushing together gently with breaths fanning onto skin as their lips touched lightly. If one spoke, they would brush and caress against one another. And then Hizashi was leaning in to kill the gap; soft, warm lips pressing against his own with sighs fanning onto warm cheeks.

He curled his arms up around the blonde's shoulders when his husband pressed into him gently. Lips pressed firmly against his own; holding still for the moment before they began to move against his own and he happily moved his lips with Hizashi's. Tightening his arms around the blonde as he slid a hand into those silky blonde locks of his as lips dragged against his slowly.

Tenderly. Warmly. It was positively amazing as he held onto the blonde with his fingers twirling silky blonde locks around his fingers in response. Cupping the back of his husband's head as he moved his lips against the blonde's with a sigh fanning over his cheek again. The whisper of their slow moving lips as he cupped the back of his husband's head gently.

Tenderly. He kissed the blonde delightedly as he curled his fingers to scratch gently at his husband's head with the blonde pressing into him gently. Those hands sliding over the bed when he then leaned back further, further, further until his back was hitting the bed with a light bounce.

Moving his lips against the blonde's with hands pressing into the bed, he felt his husband shift when his hand then came up to caress his right thigh. A gentle up and down motion that had him melting into the bed with his heart jumping against his chest. Sprinting against it.

He pressed his head back into the pillow, tipping his face up, as their lips moved together slowly. Caresses of those soft, warm lips against his that had his stomach fluttering. Had him clutching the blonde impossibly close to him with his fingers twisting into blonde locks absentmindedly.

When he had first chosen figging, he hadn't known if he wanted to go through with it. He'd been looking over their list, trying to find something for them to do, and he'd come down to the choice of figging. He'd looked into it extensively as he could so he could get a grasp on it. So, he could understand what it would entail.

And, of course, when he had the idea that he wanted to try it he had felt no hesitation in running out to get a ginger root and to shave it down. He couldn't blame Hizashi for being a bit incredulous to begin with, but he was happy his husband was at least willing to go along with it at least a little bit.

It was a rush like nothing else knowing his husband was willing to give him what he wanted even if it was unethical. Even if it was a bit weird. At least Hizashi had been upfront about it. He'd been honest that it sounded a bit weird to him. There was something unbelievably nice about knowing his husband being willing.

To be more than accepting to try something like this. He didn't know how bad the burn was going to be; he only had Wikipedia and a few other articles to go off, but it gave him the unanimous answer that this was going to burn. And he knew what he'd told his husband; it will last for about twenty minutes before going away.

Could he handle twenty minutes with it inside of him? Could he handle twenty minutes of a burn like that? He had not a clue but God if he wasn't interested in finding out. If he didn't want to know if he could withstand the burn that long. How long he could keep it inside of him.

It was something new and something so exciting that he found himself eager for it even when he'd been uncertain. Even when he'd been a bit clueless as to how this was going to work. There was nothing he wanted more than to find out just what he could withstand.

Even if this wasn't a punishment, he was still painfully curious about it. Painfully curious to know how badly it was going to burn. How it was going to hurt. It was just like with the bastinado; he could read all he wanted about it, but the reality was always going to be different. It always was without fail.

Hizashi had a gift at somehow making things work in their favor and God if he doesn't love that. If he doesn't adore how his husband could take an idea from him, run with it, and make it into something memorable. Something that he'd never begin to forget about when it came down to it.

Hizashi was positively amazing with making things memorable; the way he made things all the more special. All the hotter. There was a soft hum from the blonde that dragged him out of his thoughts when he twisted locks around his fingers. Tugging on the locks happily as he moved his lips against Hizashi's.

Admiring the way their lips were melting to shape and curve to one another with those slow, gentle slides. Molding into that comfortable fit as Hizashi's lips curved to the same way his curved to the blonde's. He tightened his hold on those blonde locks as the man kissed him with all the tenderness in the world.

Kissing him slowly, firmly, with his heart jumping in his chest wildly with his toes curling tightly with his breath wheezing out of him in response. He twitched before arching his hips up when Hizashi pressed down against him tightly which he absolutely adored more than anything in the world.

He squirmed when Hizashi kept up that tight press; his hips pinning his own down to the bed before he could think of arching them up higher. The blonde pressed him down into the bed tightly with that hand on his thigh squeezing at him before curving in to caress his inner thigh.

Tingles pooled into his stomach when he felt those slow, even breaths fanning over his cheek as lips slid against his. God, he could spend the rest of his afternoon just like this. Spend the rest of his day pinned beneath the blonde. He let go of those locks to slide a hand over the his shoulder to his upper arm.

Sliding his hand down to gently cup his elbow before then dropping his hand to touch Hizashi's waist. Tugging him closer with the blonde pressing down tightly against him with hips pushing him into the bed. Lips dragging against his slowly, tenderly, with a tender passion that he would recognize anywhere.

He wanted the blonde closer, closer, closer to him as he inhaled the sandalwood of his cologne. Trying to arch his hips up beneath the blonde only to have Hizashi push him down into the bed. Keeping him still with that pressure to get him whining out softly with his fingers curling to scratch at Hizashi's waist.

Loving the soft groan, it got him in response when those hips pinned his down tightly with a hand sliding along his inner thigh. It had tingles racing under his skin to pool into his skin as lips moved together with that soft, quiet whisper as they dragged against one another. His hair rustled over the pillow case with the blonde squeezing his thigh.

It had his breaths catching in his throat in response with his toes curling tightly. He was more than eager to receive more from the blonde. He was pushed down into the bed which he was more than delighted to relish in as he scratched at his husband's waist with a whimper in his throat with the blonde pressing into him.

A tight press he adored. He scratched at the blonde's scalp with blonde locks twisted around his fingers when he scratched at his husband's waist again. Dragging his nails across it when he felt fingers curling on his inner thigh to scratch at him in response. A hard drag of those nails over the sensitive skin had him whining at his husband.

His thighs trembled before snapping together to hit against the blonde's waist as he slid his hand up along his side. Dragging his nails lightly which had the blonde groaning at him in response with a hand sliding along his thigh before reaching down beneath him. Grabbing at his ass. Lips sliding against his with no hurry and no blinding passion.

He had to admit he liked that. As good as it was to be kissed passionately right out the gate, there was also something so unbelievably nice about building up to it. Lips were pressing down harder against his own, but that same slow speed was used which had him aching. Aching right down to his bones as he slid his hand up and down along his husband's side.

Moving in caresses that had the blonde squirming against him. Shifting slightly with hips nudging at him in response to which he slid his hand along his husband's side with fingers curling to scratch at the blonde lightly. Loving the way his husband squirmed against him again when hips nudged at him again.

Lips dragging against his own as he kissed the blonde with that tender passion that had begun bubbling into the kisses. The blonde pressed down against him with a hand sliding over his ass in a rub; moving up and down over the curve of it before squeezing hard at him.

It had shivers racing up his back when he let out a low, snapping moan at his husband who hummed back at him with that hand squeezing again. A nice, hard squeeze that had tingles racing under his skin when he nudged his hips up against Hizashi. Trying his best to wriggle from the pinned position the blonde had him in.

He squirmed slightly which merely had Hizashi pushing down tighter; pinning him to the bed much to his delight. Squirming again, he nudged his hips up against the blonde once more with a whimper in his throat when the blonde's hips nudged at him again. The hand on his ass kneading at him in hard squeezes that had his toes curling as his foot pressed into the bed.

Trying to arch upwards only to be pinned into place was a pleasure like no other. It was unbelievably amazing. He squirmed beneath the blonde who pressed down, and hips nudged at him again with that hand on his ass letting go to curve up to caress his right thigh. Stroking almost reverently as lips slid against his with that slowness.

There was something nice about taking it slow. Not every time had to be hot and fast. Had to be messy and steaming. He nudged his hips up against the blonde again who nudged back at him with the hand on his thigh squeezing before sweeping up to touch his hip. It sent tingles racing under his skin when that thumb rubbed into his hip.

Circles that had him melting into the bed as tingles fanned under his skin. The casual touches of his husband had him tingling, tingling, tingling. His foot pressing into the bed. Squirming in place with that desire to arch up beneath the blonde. Wanting to press himself against the blonde anyway that he could.

He wanted nothing more than to rub himself against the blonde who always ate it up. He tightened his grasp on those blonde locks with his hand cupping the back of his husband's head as he pulled on him. Lips pressing so hard to his own they tingled, and his teeth ached lightly, but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit.

He kissed his husband back with that answering strength, that hard press, with that light smack coming to break up the whisper of their moving lips. He listened to that light smack as he scratched at his husband's head when he felt hips nudging against him again before hips were rolling down to grind against him.

And he happily ground up against his husband in response when he got an answering groan back. Something that encouraged him onwards as he rolled his hips up against his husband. Pinned in place but God if it didn't feel good to be able to move with the blonde. Grinding up against the man who grinded down against him response.

There was a freedom in being able to move that much when his dick twitched at the heat sparking over his skin. Flashes of heat that had him utterly breathless when he dragged his nails over his husband's side which got him a squirm back with the blonde's breath huffing over his cheek. Pressing down tightly against him with hips rolling in tight circles.

Grinding together as he clutched the man impossibly close. Wanting to drag him beneath his skin if he had it his way. The blonde grinded down in tight circles that had his dick twitching again as his hips bucked up against the blonde which earned him a moan in response. He happily clung to the blonde as he dragged his nails over his side yet again.

He grinded up against his husband in tight circles with his husband moving in time with him. Pressing those hips down hard against his own which he delighted in more than anything. There was nothing he wanted more than to melt into the bed. He was grinding up against the blonde who was grinding down against him just as hard.

And then lips began to move faster against his own. Becoming something urgent that he returned as he began to move his lips quickly against the blonde's. Listening to the light smack of their moving lips with his hand sliding along the blonde's side. Loving how soft his skin was; it was utterly amazing. He loved that Hizashi took care of himself.

That he had such silky hair and soft, supple skin the way that he did. He slid his hand up and down with his thumb flicking over his skin towards his hip before sliding his hand back up with the blonde squirming against him. Hips moving quickly to grind against one another when the blonde hummed softly down at him with a shake to it.

A tremor. One that had his blood running hot through his veins when he tugged at his husband's waist; wanting him closer. Wanting to drag him beneath his skin. There's nothing he wants more than to pull his husband closer, closer, closer until he was satisfied with their proximity. He squeezed at the blonde who pressed down against him in response.

A tight press into the bed that had him utterly breathless as he clung to the blonde with hips rolling together. Grinding. Pressing. He couldn't get enough of the pleasure he felt. It was pooling into his stomach with his dick twitching in response to it. He felt heat flashing over his skin in bursts that left him breathless in their wake.

Grinding up against him when lips moved faster against his; a sizzling passion beginning to bubble into the kiss. A desire, a lust, that he answered in kind with his own desire. His own lust. It was simmering under his skin as heat flashed over it in response as he tugged at the blonde. He wanted him closer, closer, closer.

He wants to drag the blonde beneath his skin and keep him there. He clawed at his husband's waist again with his fingers curling to claw at his scalp which got him a snapping moan in response. Something that trembled and deepened in his husband's throat. It had his dick twitching with the shot that ran right through him.

Pierced through his stomach leaving him utterly breathless. He clung to the blonde the best that he could with his hands holding onto the blonde. Desire, lust, twisting under his skin to grip at his bones. Heat flashed over his skin again and again leaving him utterly breathless when he tugged on those silky blonde locks.

Hips rolled in those tight circles that had his thighs rubbing against Hizashi's waist before he threw them open. Spreading wide, wide, wide with his foot sliding over the bed as he grinded up against his husband who let out a low moan at him. The change in position was positively amazing as that friction got his dick twitching in a volley.

He clawed at his husband's side; dragging his nails over it firmly while he tugged at those blonde locks which earned him another of those snapping moans that shot right through him. A hit to his stomach that had him wheezing out a breath with his hips squirming slightly and his toes curling tightly.

He squirmed beneath the blonde who grinded down against him in tight circles that he did his best to return. Grinding, grinding, grinding. The pleasure had his dick twitching in a volley; a rapid twitching that had his stomach fluttering as that ache twisted together. An ache that gripped him tightly only to be slightly remedied by the way his husband pressed down against him.

A pressure that he needs more than anything as he clutched the blonde closer. Shaking breaths taken through noses as the light smack of their moving lips filled the quiet of the bedroom. It was surreal to be doing this in the middle of the afternoon; the light dying his eyelids red. The room bright around them.

It was nice. Unbelievably nice. He kissed his husband hard, quick, with those soft lips dragging against his own in response with the blonde twisting closer to him. The hand on his hip squeezing fiercely at him with that thumb rolling into him comfortingly. He happily pressed himself up against Hizashi the best that he possibly could.

He dragged his nails lazily up and down along his husband's side. He tugged at those blonde locks when he slid his hand along his husband's side before curving it backwards to touch his back. Loving the way that it arched beneath his hand, their chests pressing tightly together, and he happily began to drift his fingers up and down along his back.

Touching, tracing, swirling. Idle shapes with his fingertips dancing over his back with the blonde humming softly at him in response as goosebumps broke out over his skin. He fanned his hand out then slid it up his husband's back as that hand on his hip slid up to caress his waist. His side.

Lips moving with a quiet urgency, a quick rhythm as that light smack rang out, and found himself in utter, complete bliss. There was nothing he wanted more than to relish in this pleasure before they put the makeshift anal plug into him. He'd tried to shave it down enough to be reminiscent of a plug.

He found himself squirming at the thought of using it. Would the lube rival the sting? Would the cool slickness be enough to keep it from being overwhelming? He wanted to know. So badly does he want to know. And then Hizashi was moving; he was leaning over to the side with the hand on his side tugging at him.

And in a sleek, quick rolling movement, he was being pulled on top of Hizashi. The bed bouncing lightly as he dug the stump of his right thigh and his left knee into the bed with the blonde laying out beneath him. Lips pressing fervently to his own as he straddled the blonde's waist with a shiver running down his back.

Hands were touching his waist. Sliding along it in a caress, they swept back to his lower back then sweeping up it. This time, he was the one pinning Hizashi down to the bed as he arched down. Whining at his husband when nails scratched over his shoulder blades before dragging in a lazy S movement down his back that had him arching.

Had him grinding down against the blonde eagerly. He was more than happy to twist himself up with the blonde who was holding him close, close, close. He pressed down against his husband as those hands slid lazily down his back with fingertips brushing over his skin. Drifting up and down to get his skin tingling.

To get heat flashing over it as he rolled his hips down to grind against his husband with hips raising up beneath him. Pressing into him with tight grinding circles that had his dick twitching in a volley. A wet drop hitting the fabric that had him hissing in a breath with his hips pressing down eagerly against his husband.

Grinding against the blonde without a second though when those hands were sliding down his back and rubbing over his ass. Palming at him. Hands tugged him forward with his hips sliding forward against Hizashi with the blonde moaning up at him in response. And he snapped his hips back and forth to rub himself down against the blonde delightedly.

Giddily. He huffed through his nose as he felt Hizashi grinding as he snapped his hips back and forth to rub. To grind. He was more than eager to give that pleasure that was winding in his stomach as hands continued to palm at his ass. Squeezing. Squishing. Rubbing over the curve of it again and again when those hands slid up his back.

Coaxing it to arch as he let out a sharp breath through his nose when he rubbed himself shamelessly down against the blonde. He let his knee and his right thigh to spread wider. Sinking onto his husband with his hips moving back and forth to rub against him shamelessly. Shivering when his husband ground up against him in tight circles that had him squirming.

Had him moaning lowly at his husband who slid his hands own his back with a moan of his own snapping out of the man. And then hands were somehow, seamlessly, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to palm at his ass. The skin-to-skin contact had him jumping in surprise at the suddenness of it when he got a hard squeeze.

One that had him moaning at his husband again with his dick twitching. Wet drops soaking into his boxers already and he wasn't even hard yet. His crotch ached; his stomach fluttering with excitement as the blonde continued with those tight circles up against him. Hands palming at his ass fiercely with squeezing squishes that had his back arching again.

Hands tugged them apart then squeezed them back together. Tugging his cheeks apart then squishing them together again and again. And then hands were sliding up with fingertips pressing down into his skin before those fingers were curling into the waistband of his boxers.

Tugging them down over his ass, his heart was jumping in his chest wildly with his fingers curling into loose fists on his husband's chest. Pressing into his husband's chest, they were pinned beneath his own as he rubbed himself down against the blonde when a hand left him. Patting on the bed with nails scratching over the blanket slightly.

And then, much to his delight, the blonde was clawing open the cap to the lube. He'd told his husband the truth that he'd done some preparation on himself. It hadn't been much, but he'd been sure to be thorough as he could be for a rushed job after emptying himself out and cleaning himself up. There was a shift of arms around his waist when the blonde was spreading the lube over his fingers.

He crushed his lips to Hizashi's with fierce, eager kisses being given effortlessly by the blonde and himself as they twisted together. He listened to the light sound of the lube being placed on the bed. The light squelch as lube was spread behind him when he then felt fingers brushing over a cheek.

And then he was being pulled apart while lips moved against his with a fierce hunger that rattled his bones. Had his skin flashing in a burst of heat that had him choking on his air when he twisted himself down against the blonde. Pressing his chest to the blonde's when he felt the touch of slick fingers against his hole.

He whimpered pleadingly when those fingers rubbed against him with an up and down motion; petting at him slickly. The light squelch ringing out to fill the quiet as the blonde's fingers slipped over him again and again with his hands trembling lightly in their places between their chests.

He whimpered pleadingly at his husband who merely groaned back when his hole dared to twitch beneath those rubbing fingers. The blonde began to roll his fingers in those circles that he adored; firm, slow circles with fingertips prodding gently at his hole. Rolling. Slow. Even.

It had his toes curling tightly when his dick twitched in a volley only to feel that blood gushing down. Draining from his head and rushing down, down, down with his breaths hitching through his nose as he kissed his husband with that answering hunger. That answering desire and lust.

He kissed the blonde hard, fast, with that sharp smack ringing out between them as the blonde's fingers continued to roll into him. Slow circles that were beginning to bounce lightly against him; light, firm, light, firm, light, firm. A maddening, teasing rhythm that had him squirming with a pleading whimper leaving him yet again at his husband.

The blonde seemed to delight in his desperation. Groaning when he grinded his growing erection against him with the blonde's hand squeezing his cheek tightly. Hard. A squeeze that had his back arching when the blonde clutched him close. Fingers rolling over him with fingertips prodding him gently.

Just barely pushing into his hole which had it twitching with the burst of excitement he felt. Was he going to get two fingers in one go? Was his husband going to give him that? He had not a clue but God if it wasn't an exciting thought. If it didn't have him gasping in through his nose.

He grinded down against the blonde who grinded up against him. Tight circles being ground into him while fingers moved in those slow, light then firm bounces that had him writhing. Had him squirming eagerly with a whine breaking out of him when he rubbed himself down against his husband who whined.

And then Hizashi's fingers curled into him firmly with fingers rubbing in those slow circles that had his breaths racing eagerly. Excitedly. He twisted against his husband, inhaling shakily, and then the tips of those fingers were rolling over the rim of his hole. Tracing it as it dared to twitch from the excitement once again with a whine in his throat.

His heart jumping when Hizashi tightened his grasp on his ass cheek. Pulling tightly at him causing him to spread slightly, no doubt, when the blonde then pushed against him. Pushed, pushed, pushed when fingers then slipped into him. And he tore away from their fierce kisses with a cry flying out of him as his hips bucked backwards.

Lips trailed down his throat softly as those two fingers pushed into him. A sudden spread that burned lightly but God if it wasn't amazing. If it didn't have him huffing out with his hands shaking in tight fists with his fingers curled to his palms tightly. Hizashi's fingers sank into him with the pads of them pressing into his inner wall.

Rolling in circles that had him gasping. His heart thudding against his chest as those fingers spread him open and God if he didn't love it. If he didn't absolutely adore the sudden spread of his husband's fingers pushing into him. He writhed with the blonde nibbling at his collar bone teasingly while those fingers rubbed into him.

Circles that had his hardening erection twitching as he wriggled slightly with his knees digging into the bed. His breaths raced with his hands pushing at Hizashi's chest slightly. Leaning back as those fingers continued to move inside of him and fuck, it felt amazing. He loves when Hizashi is able to push both fingers into him in one go.

He whined eagerly when Hizashi nibbled at his collar bone again before leaning up to nib ble at his throat. Nipping at his Adam's Apple. It had him shivering with tingles fanning beneath his skin when the blonde rolled his fingers. Rubbing. Pressing. Curling. It was amazing. Being full again after earlier and God knows soon enough, he'd have that ginger root inside of him.

Would it be too much? Would the pain come with insertion? Or build slowly? He had far, far too many questions that were lost when his husband spread his fingers out and he was moaning at the stinging burn. The stretch of those fingers pushing at his inner walls that trembled.

Trying to bring fingers back together when the blonde groaned as he tried to squeeze. He leaned his hips back eagerly with his heart racing against his chest when the blonde spread his fingers out again. And again. Again, again, again. Pushing insistently at his inner walls when he felt those fingers rubbing at his inner wall again.

There was no reason to be thorough today when he was going to get that figging. And he was going to be using it as a plug for the next twenty minutes which would, without a doubt, stretch him out. The ginger root was slender but still thick. Still girthy enough to stretch him open. All he'd done was try to shave it down into the shape of a makeshift plug.

It didn't need to be perfect, but it would need to be functional in its purpose. He arched his hips back shamelessly when Hizashi spread his fingers out again and again when he forced his fists to relax. To fan out to which he squeezed his husband's chest fiercely. A squeeze that got the blonde moaning at him when he then slid his hands up to rub his palm over hardened nipples.

His thumbs toying with his jewelry that ran through them with a hum leaving himself, but it was shaky. Too tight. The blonde continued spreading his fingers out again and again with his thudding heart throbbing against his chest. He whimpered when the blonde rubbed at his inner wall; curling his fingers enough to bend.

God if it wasn't an interesting sensation. It was strangely reminiscent of the night his husband had fisted him. Now that was something he wanted to explore again. He shivered at the memory, at the thought, with his thumbs flicking over his husband's hardened nipples. Fingers moving to trail over them then slipping beneath the blonde's jewelry to lift it up.

Up, up, up until the blonde was whining into his throat as he squirmed when those fingers curled inside of him again. It had him whimpering back at the blonde who nipped at his throat; teeth scraping over the skin and it sent shivers racing down his back in response. The heat of his husband was a comforting sensation that rolled off of him beneath his palms.

Lifting his husband's jewelry up then letting it fall was an amazing, toying game he delighted in again. And again. The same way those fingers spread inside of him again and again to push outwards inside of him with a groan vibrating out of him in response with his back arching.

His hips grind down against the blonde who grinded up against him. Fierce circles that had his toes curling tightly with a moan in his throat when the blonde spread his fingers out again. And then, much to his delight as he gasped, a third finger was slipped into him.

And he was crying out delightedly with his hips jerking backwards eagerly with the blonde's fingers, all three, rubbing at his inner wall. When they spread out? Oh, it had his cry tearing up in volume as he pressed his head back. Allowing Hizashi to kiss at his throat when those fingers spread inside of him. Pushing.

And fuck, fuck, they were everything. He gasped in another breath when those fingers began to thrust. And ohhhh, he'd forgotten how good three fingers were. He moaned at his husband eagerly as those fingers thrusted into him with a slick squelch each time. The pads of fingers rubbing over his inner walls each time.

He writhed against the blonde who merely thrusted his fingers into him again and again. A shallow, quick speed that had him whining. Whimpering. He arched his hips back shamelessly as those fingers thrusted into him again and again. That slick squelch ringing out to punctuate each thrust as his inner walls clamped around those fingers.

All three. Ohhhh, it was amazing. There was nothing he wanted more than that pleasure as he squirmed with his fingers coming together to pinch his husband's nipples. A tight pinch that had the blonde crying out into his throat with a breathlessness that had him squirming. Acted as a shot of arousal straight to his stomach as his erection filled out.

Pre-come dripping into his boxers. Soaking into the fabric as those fingers thrusted into him slickly again, again, again. Thrusts that had him moaning at his husband eagerly, pleadingly, with his breaths catching in his throat when all three of those fingers spread out. And fuck, it had him tightening his pinch on Hizashi's nipples with a cry flying out of the both of them in unison.

His husband's fingers spread out again, again, again inside of him with a push that had him whimpering. A tight pinch that had his husband whimpering at him in response. He could feel the blonde hardening beneath him; feel his growing bulge which he eagerly grinded himself down with the blonde moaning at him.

It was almost too easy to forget about the ginger root. About why they were doing this. But he didn't let himself forget; not yet. He wanted to experience it. He wanted to know what it was going to feel like. He writhed against his husband when he began to tweak his nipples and teeth were dragging over his throat again.

Biting down with enough force to get him moaning at the blonde in warning. He didn't want marks on his throat but God if the blunt dig of those teeth didn't feel amazing on his throat. His husband bit down harder before moving away from his throat to nip at his shoulder softly. Fingers spreading out inside of him again and fuck, if that three way spread didn't feel fucking amazing.

If it didn't have him twisting with his hips jerking back against his husband's hand eagerly. He dragged his teeth over his lip with the blonde moaning at him with that enthusiastic pitch when he tried to strangle those fingers together to no avail. His breaths raced with anticipation when those fingers spread out again to push at his inner walls.

Thrusting into him once, twice, three times more before spreading out again. Spreading, spreading, spreading. His husband was pushing at him and God if he didn't love how all three of those fingers spread inside of him. And then, much to his disappointment, they were pulling out of him. He whimpered in protest, but the blonde merely let go of his cheek to tap at him gently.

He shifted and pushed himself up, his hands fanning out on Hizashi's chest when the blonde's eyes fluttered open. And God, the sight of those wide pupils was amazing. The irises reduced to mere rings of green. Smoldering. Big with excitement. Then his husband looked to the bedside table, and he swallowed before nodding.

He crawled off of the blonde who sat up beside him. He reached for the ginger root when he then turned to his husband who was squirting a palmful of lube into his hand. A generous bit when he handed the vegetable over to his husband who immediately slathered it in lube causing it to glisten slickly.

He shifted slightly before crawling over to his husband again to sit beside him when the blonde gestured for him to bend over. He swallowed then leaned forward on his hands and crawled forward just enough for the blonde to grab his cheek again. And then the tip of the makeshift plug pressed against his hole.

Rubbing in circles against the rim of his hole gently before pushing at him. Pushing, pushing, pushing until there was a given that allowed the root to slide into him. It was thicker but he didn't mind it so much. His husband pushed it in, in, in then let go once it was securely inside of him as he clamped down around it.

Sitting upright again, he blinked as his hips wriggled slightly; if he didn't think about it, he could swear it was merely a long plug his husband put in him. Or one of those short vibrators. He squeezed around it curiously then turned to his husband who was watching him with expectation in those green eyes of his.

Staring curiously at him when he then looked back at his husband with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He didn't feel anything but then again, the website had said it wouldn't be immediate. It was going to build up then burn for the next twenty minutes. And right now, he felt fine. Perfect.

Maybe it would happen in the next five minutes or the next three. He had not a clue. But he knew it would start soon and until it started, he wanted nothing more than to feel good with his husband. He wanted to touch the blonde. Shifting, he grabbed his boxers with his hips raising as he worked them down from his hips.

Down his right thigh then down his left leg. Using his left foot to flick them off when he felt the bed shifting beside him to which he turned his head to watch Hizashi stripping himself down. Kicking his legs out to get his boxers and pants down with feet flicking out. It was honestly hilarious, and he swore he would've laughed had his eyes not gone to the blonde's erection.

Resting up against his stomach with a happy twitch, the light caught off of the blonde's piercings in cheeky winks just like his navel and nipples. He felt his mouth water at the sight of it as his own erection twitched against his stomach. A drop of pre-come smearing to his skin.

He shifted slightly with his heart thudding against his chest sickeningly when he felt a tingle. A tingle? It was a strange sensation that had him clenching around the ginger root curiously before crawling forward. He could deal with tingling. He was more than happy to deal with tingling. Hizashi's pants and boxers flew off the edge of the bed to the floor when he crawled into the blonde's lap again.

Settling himself into it happily with hands tracing along his waist as he squirmed closer to the blonde happily. He shifted forward with hands tightening on his waist as nails dug in ever so slightly when he leaned in to the blonde to press his lips to those soft, warm ones again. Curling his arms up around his shoulders when the blonde's hands squeezed him softly in response.

A squeeze that he adored. Moving his lips against Hizashi's, he tightened his arms around the blonde as that tingle continued on. It was an intense type of tingling as the minutes ticked by, but it wasn't anything unmanageable .Not yet. He slid his hand into those blonde locks as he kissed the blonde.

He felt hands curving towards his lower back to scratch at him before sliding up his back. Caressing. Touching. He was more than happy to twist himself properly into Hizashi's arms with his hands sliding along his back. Up and down, up and down, up and down. He squirmed slightly when he tugged on those blonde locks happily.

Loving the trembling rush over his cheek when the blonde's hands slid down his back with nails lightly tracing the scars that mottled his flesh. Soft touches that had him utterly melting into his husband's hold. He let out a soft hum as he slid his lips against those soft, warm ones delightedly which moved with his.

Melting together like they'd never pulled away. Like they'd never stopped. It was unbelievably nice, and God knows he adored the kisses being given. Hard, fast kisses with a sharp smack ringing out again and again. Tightening his arms around his husband in response as he tugged at those blonde locks delightedly.

He was happy to trap himself on the blonde's lap while he was stuffed full like this. When he was happily content in his husband's arms as that tingling continued to build. It was a curious sensation; one that had him squirming slightly. It wasn't quite a burn yet but more tingling. Intense. Pricking.

He tried to focus on the way those soft, warm lips were moving against his own instead of the tingling of the fig. It had only been a few minutes so surely it wouldn't start burning yet, would it? He had no clue how these things worked or how they were going to go but he was curious. He really didn't think much of the ginger root inside of him.

It really did feel like any other toy in their drawer. They would be, of course, tossing it out when they were done here but until then? It was like any other plug. Any other toy that they'd used in the past together. Hands drifted along his back gently with fingers tracing out the scars on his skin when those hands then slid down.

Tracing along his waist. Palms brushing against his skin with a soft whisper ringing out as their lips moved together fervently. A passion bubbling into the kisses that he absolutely adored as he kissed the blonde who held him tightly. Thumbs rolling into his hips as his erection twitched against his stomach.

A drop of pre-come smearing onto his skin. He more than content to stay right here for the rest of his afternoon. More than happy to spend his time skin to skin with Hizashi like this. It felt like here lately he hadn't been having enough with his husband. Not enough time at all. He wanted more time with his husband.

More time spent like this if he could have it his way. He twirled locks of hair around his fingers delightedly when he felt the first prick that had his brows twitching together. His lashes fluttered on his cheek when there was another prick. A burning sting that was sharp and brief, but that tingling was continuing onwards.

It had him squirming slightly in his husband's lap when the blonde's hand slid from his waist to reach between them. Hips shifting when he was then being grabbed at by the blonde. Their erections squished together, he couldn't help a moan at the pleasure of the action as he was squeezed to Hizashi.

Fingers holding them together tightly with a kneading movement that had him shivering with another moan tearing out of him that was echoed by Hizashi. The blonde then began to stroke; the slick slide of his husband's fingers against his skin was positively wonderful. Stroking them together with a light squelch from the residual lube on his hand.

Then the blonde squeezed them together tightly. An action that had his back arching, his hips thrusting, when he got another of those sharp stings from his hole. He clenched when he felt the tingles intensifying. How could it be burning already? Or starting too? He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose then let it out slowly.

Doing his best to keep Hizashi from catching on to the change in predicament. He didn't think it would happen so fast, but the tingling was becoming something more. It wasn't outright burning but there was a stinging that was made worse when he clenched around the ginger root inside of him.

A spark of heat that had his hips shaking slightly as if he could shake the sensation away. As if he could will it to leave him. He wasn't outright burning yet but the stinging was building up leaving him sucking in a breath as he moved his lips against his husband's with that hand stroking them together.

The rub of those piercings against the underside of his shaft was absolutely amazing. God, does he love being like this with Hizashi, but that stinging was intensifying. It was amazing how quickly things were changing as he sucked in a breath with his heart jumping against his chest in response.

His hips squirming from side to side slightly. He clung to his husband, twirling silky locks around his fingers, when he sucked in a breath at the sudden stab of heat that came from his hole. Inner walls squeezing around the ginger root which had him sucking in a sharp breath. He was beginning to burn; it was a light tingle but one that was building speed slowly but surely.

How could he be burning already? It was hard to understand how something could change so quickly but then again, he hadn't looked up when it'd start burning. Only that it would burn for twenty minutes. He whimpered at his husband as he slid his lips against the blonde's with his arms tightening around the blonde.

He tried to focus on the pleasure rather than the stinging discomfort that was building with each minute ticking by it felt. He didn't expect it to start so soon but he knew he had to bear it. It was only going to be in him for twenty minutes. He can deal with that. Hizashi stroked them together with erections twitching together.

He fought the urge to tighten around the ginger inside of him with his toes curling tightly with a whimper in his throat. Tightening his arms around the blonde, he twisted his fingers twisting up in the blonde's hair with a tug that had the man moaning at him. He couldn't help a groan of his own when he squirmed with hips thrusting forward into the blonde's hand.

And God, the rub of those piercings against the underside of his shaft was positively amazing. He moaned at the blonde in response with that hand tightening around their erections when Hizashi thrusted with a moan. Fuck, he loves the rub of those piercings against him as that hand squeezed them together tightly.

Stroking quickly with twisting curves that tugged at the skin just enough to get a moan snapping out of him in response. A guttural pitch as he squeezed himself to the blonde's chest as the man stroked them together. He grinded his hips forward to rub against the blonde who moaned at him with his hand squeezing. Gripping.

And the burning had begun; oh, how it began. It was burning like he'd been suddenly tingling, itching, before and the match had been thrown. It burned. It was like a rushing wave slamming over him that told him this had gone from pleasant, good, to a burning pitch that had him gasping in a breath.

There was nothing he wanted more than to squirm, buck and thrust but he was stunned at the burning. At the intensity of it already as he gasped through his nose. Gasping in a breath with the blonde groaning at him as his hand continued to stroke them together eagerly. Fingers rolling over the heads in rubs that had him bucking.

Thrusting up when fingers would flick at his piercing playfully. There was nothing he wanted more than to tackle this man to the bed, but he feared that any wrong turn, any wrong movement, would make that burning worse. He whimpered at his husband with his fingers tightening on those blonde locks.

His hips wriggling slightly as if he could shake off the burning as he tightened around the ginger. And, oh, it made it so much worse. He wheezed out a breath with his fingers tugging on his husband's hair again which had his back arching with a snapping moan leaving the blonde.

His fingers tightened in his husband's hair with a moan spilling out of him at the burning. Oh, the burning was balancing perfectly with that pleasure he was getting but it was slightly uncomfortable. Just enough to get him squirming. To get him writhing. And his husband was stroking him faster, faster, faster.

He knew he needed to pull away. He knew he needed to tell his husband the burning had started but he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop kissing him. Didn't want to stop thrusting into the blonde's hand. He could handle it, he knew he could, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to tell his husband that it had begun.

He kissed the blonde fervently, fiercely, as if he could somehow convey it that way. It merely had his husband kissing him back with a hunger that had him breathing shakily through his nose. He tightened his arms around his husband and the hand on his waist squeezed with that thumb rolling into his hip as the blonde's other hand stroked fast.

Squeezing them together with that perfect pressure to get him moaning at the blonde eagerly. Needy. He wanted more, more, more from the blonde but God if that burning wasn't eating him up. If it didn't have him writhing, squirming, with a whimper in his throat as he clenched around it which was a wrong move.

Again. It had him flinching slightly at the way the burn intensified each time he clenched around the ginger root. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself from clenching around the root intermittently. Squirming his hips slightly, he let out another whimper at his husband when those fingers dragged over him comfortingly.

Tugging gently at his skin despite the slickness of the lube and God if it wasn't pleasurable. It was just enough to keep the burning from being overwhelming, but it wasn't enough to erase it. Wasn't enough to keep his mind off of it. He squirmed again with his breaths catching in his throat when the blonde's back arched.

It was hard to tell whose heart beat harder; his or Hizashi's. He could hear his heartbeat throbbing quietly in his ears as he clung to the blonde in response with his fingers tugging on his hair. Lips sliding against his passionately, lustfully, with fingers tightening around them. Rubbing, grinding, sliding. Stroking, squeezing, fondling.

It had him moaning out at the discomfort of the burning root inside of him and the pleasure of Hizashi's hand on him. He was unsure which would win out, but he knew he needed to say something to his husband soon. The hand holding them together had him thrusting into the blonde's hand when he slid a hand from his husband's hair.

Sliding his arm from around his shoulders to reach down. Hizashi's hand paused with their fingers interlocking together before resuming that quick stroking together this time. Moaning eagerly at the pleasure that it gave him in response as he shuddered with his toes curling tightly.

A whimper in his throat when the blonde rolled his palm over the heads. Palming shamelessly at the both of them before sliding hands down to the bases of twitching shafts as he squirmed. Twisting eagerly with the blonde moaning at him in that snapping, guttural pitch.

It had his toes curling when he pressed his thighs to his husband's sides with a squirming. And he was burning, burning, burning. Oh, it was a stinging, burning pain that had him sucking in a sharp breath with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. He was trying his best to hold onto the pleasure.

Trying his best to hold on to how good he was feeling with the blonde's hand stroking the both of them so perfectly that it had him writhing. Had him squirming in the blonde's lap but God, it was burning so bad. He didn't know what to do with himself as he wriggled in the blonde's hold with the hand on them tightening.

He gave a squeeze of his own as his dry palm rubbed over slick skin. Hands sliding up to roll over dripping heads as he squeezed his eyes shut; trying to will the burning pain to go away. He knew he had another twenty minutes of this treatment but God if it didn't burn. If it didn't have him curling his toes tightly to keep from pulling away.

To keep from wailing out about the sharp pain of the burn. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, and he knew the sensitivity of the area didn't help a damn thing if he was honest with himself. He squirmed again before he could stop himself as his husband hummed softly at him with the hand on his waist squeezing.

A silent question that he knew he needed to return. One he needed to answer, and he did his best by tugging on his husband's hair, but it didn't mean that the concern wasn't going to well up. He kissed the blonde passionately, lustfully, with his erection twitching in his grasp when he shuddered at that pain.

it was so good but at the same time, it was so new that he didn't know how to feel about it. He didn't know how to feel about the pain that stung viciously at him; it was a heat he'd never experienced. It was something new and he didn't know how to feel about it. He shuddered with his hips squirming slightly before hiding the action with a thrust.

Doing his best to fight off the feeling with the pleasure of the moment when he let out a soft moan as he clung to the blonde. Tightening his arm around his shoulder with his fingers twisted up in his hair when the hand on his waist squeezed at him again. He kissed the blonde with a fervor, a passion, that was returned to him.

The sharp smack of their moving lips rang out. The slick squelch of their stroking hands. The moans, groans, whines, whimpers and playful growls were sounds that seemed to fill the room from wall to wall. He squirmed with his back arching as his hips jerked to thrust into their conjoined hands.

And the action had him clenching around the root again which had him wincing before he could stop it. He winced as that heat flared horribly with his fingers tightening in Hizashi's hair. Oh, it was really like someone had lit a fire in his hole; like he was burning from the inside out. Stinging. Tingling.

Did he tell Hizashi to take it out now? Because despite the slight pain, he had to admit it was good. It had his erection twitching in their grasps but he didn't know how to feel about it. He was drowning under the waves of burning pain that hit him again and again. He was trying to breathe, trying to ease himself through it.

He knew Hizashi was going to pull away at any minute now. That he was going to ask him if he was alright. And what would he say in response to that? Would he whimper and mewl it hurt? Would he tell him how badly it burned? How he felt like he was being lit aflame from the inside out?

That there was so much heat under his skin that he didn't know what was pleasure and what was pain? He didn't know what he was going to say to his husband about this, but he knew that he'd have to say something. That Hizashi was going to be expecting something from him about what was possibly going on in his head.

He whimpered before he could stop himself when he squirmed with his hips thrusting forward which, in return, had him clenching. And God if that didn't have him flinching in response as his inner walls clenched around the ginger inside of him. As if somehow by squeezing around it that would make the burning go away.

Would make it lessen when in reality all it did was intensify the burning. It was like clenching around a flaming pole inside of him; it was only going to get hotter the tighter he clenched around it. It had him moaning lowly at his husband as he moved his lips against those soft, warm ones. As if he could somehow self soothe the emotions away somehow.

He wanted nothing more than to yank the ginger out. To be rid of this new pain that he was unsure how to feel about. He wanted nothing more than to tell his husband that it felt strange and it burned like the damn dickens. He wanted to tell him that he wanted this root out of him the minute that they could get it out.

There was nothing he wanted more than to be able to get this thing out of him but a part of him was growing accustom to the pain that was burning in his hole. He was getting used to the pain, but it was still so intense that he felt his breaths shaking as he rolled his hips forward. Trying his best not to clench around the ginger inside of him.

Admiring the rub of his piercings against the underside of his shaft. There was something absolutely hot about it but God, the burning was almost more than he could bear. They'd never experimented with different sensations against that part of him before. But now here he was with a burning ginger root inside of him and it was almost too much for him to bear.

Almost too much for him to handle as he wriggled in his husband's lap with the blonde squeezing him close, close, close. He held onto the blonde the bed that he could as he shuddered with his back arching when his inner walls clamped around the ginger inside of him. And it was almost too much if he was honest with himself.

It was almost too much for him to handle. He shuddered with his heart hammering against his chest when he thrusted into their conjoined hands again with that burning intensifying. It was burning hotter, he swore it. He squirmed before pulling back from the kisses with shaking breaths taken by himself and his husband.

He found himself whimpering slightly when the blonde squeezed their erections together. He leaned forward to lap his tongue across Hizashi's lips which parted for him without a moment of hesitation. He was trying his best to ignore the burning. Trying his best to ignore it the only way that he could as he dipped his tongue into the blonde's mouth.

Their lips pressed together. Tips met then slid against one another's where he traced the roof of his mouth lightly then flicked at that piercing, he adored. Swirling his tongue around the metal ball the best that he could, he was more than happy to crush his lips to the blonde's as he held onto the man.

Fingers twisted up in the blonde's hair as their tongues rubbed together. Lips pressed fiercely to one another's. He swirled his tongue around the blonde's piercing, nudging at it and flicking at the metal ball before rubbing his tongue in a slide against the blonde's. He kissed the blonde fervently, fiercely, when he let out a moan when Hizashi thrusted into their hands with a rub that had him squirming.

Had him tightening his arm around him as he fought the urge to tighten around the ginger inside of him. He was burning. In more than one way but the burning of his hole was unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his life. It was burning along the rim and his inner walls; it was a painful sensation.

One that had him gasping in his breaths with his fingers holding onto the blonde locks tightly. Lips pressing to his hard causing them to tingle. To buzz. He held onto the blonde with his tongue rubbing to Hizashi's in a slick slide with the blonde's tongue sliding against his. Twisting, flicking, rubbing. Massaging.

Moving slowly, taking their time with the kiss, and God if it didn't smolder. If he didn't love the way that Hizashi kissed him like this. There was a passion, a lust and desire that was different from the kisses before. He loved the feeling of Hizashi's tongue sliding and rubbing against his own with lips pressed hard to his own.

There was nothing he loves more than kisses like this. He twisted his tongue with the blonde's, his tongue flicking and rubbing to his husband's who rubbed back. Massaging slides that were slow, tender and absolutely amazing. He tightened his fingers in those blonde locks eagerly. Trying not to think about the burning but it was damn near impossible.

He didn't know how to feel about it as he squirmed with his hips bucking slightly with a whimper in his throat when Hizashi moaned at him in response. He squirmed with his inner walls clenching and God if it didn't have him whimpering in response as he tried to hold onto the pleasure. Tried to hold onto the heat.

And yet he was faced with a dilemma; he was afraid he was going to get soft because of the burning. He was trying his best to focus on the pleasure, but it was getting damn hard if he was honest with himself. He slid his tongue against Hizashi's; rubbing, twisting, sliding as he pressed his lips fervently to Hizashi's.

Trying his best to think of anything other than that burning but God if it didn't seem like it was getting worse. If it didn't seem to be burning him right down to his core as he squirmed in his husband's hold. The blonde was stroking them quickly and he moved his hand with it, but he couldn't focus.

He was losing his concentration. He tried bucking into their conjoined hands with a keening whimper tearing out of him in response as he held onto his husband's hair. Squeezing their erections together tightly with a squeeze that had his husband moaning. He wanted to feel good with Hizashi.

He wants to feel that heat, that spice, with the blonde that he always felt during moments like these, but he was losing his grip. He was losing his focus. He didn't want to lose it, but he was squirming, twisting, with his breaths rasping down his throat in response as he clung to the blonde who held him tightly.

The hand on his waist squeezing with his thumb rolling in soothing circles against his hip. There was so much comfort that the blonde was giving him, and he wanted to keep doing this. He wanted to power on. But the burning. Dear God, if the burning wasn't driving him crazy. If it didn't have him inhaling shakily with his heart jumping in his chest.

At least he could feel that his husband was excited. That he was aroused. And yet there was only the burning on the forefront of his mind. The one thing that kept him from completely sinking into the pleasure of the moment. There was so much that was burning, choking him, that he found himself whimpering into their kisses.

He slid his tongue against Hizashi's, tracing the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, when he felt Hizashi's tongue flicking at his. Tracing the roof of his mouth gently. Flicking playfully at his as if coaxing him to play and he happily returned it in kind to his husband who was pressing his lips harder to his own.

He was trying his best to remain sunk in the moment as their hands stroked fast, fast, fast but that burning. God, it was keeping him from completely losing himself in the pleasure and that's all he wanted. All he needed. But as he twisted his tongue with Hizashi's, rubbing and sliding, he found that he was breathless.

Becoming far less in tune with the pleasure. If anything, he was losing it. And it was mortifying when his erection was twitching but rather than remaining hard, he found himself softening slightly. He gasped through his nose, utterly mortified by the change in developments when he found himself whimpering.

Whining at his husband when he rubbed his tongue to the blonde's while trying to chase after the pleasure that was slowly but surely dancing away from him. It was mortifying. Embarrassing. Was the burn really going to be the thing that did him in? Was this really how this was going to end?

Rather than coming together, was he going to be softer than anything because of this burn? He wished he had an answer . He wished he knew what he could do to chase after that pleasure, but he couldn't find it in him. He was drowning under the pleasure, drowning when he let out a mewling whimper.

One that had his husband groaning when his hand paused. A soft hum leaving the blonde and God, could he feel it? Could he feel him softening? His husband pulled away from him gently when he whimpered as he chased after the blonde to try and chase the pleasure but Hizashi merely broke away.

Tendrils tickled down his chin when he opened his eyes to find those concerned green ones on him. Lips flushed with a slight parting as those eyes flickered over his face to which he found himself trying to hide. He ducked his head down with a sting to his eyes, both blind and left, that embarrassed him more than anything.

He couldn't tear up. Not now. He refused too. His eyes, however, pricked dryly as his face burned hotly with the shame. Knowing he was getting soft again rather than staying hard like his husband was. It was absolutely the most mortifying thing that could happen to him in a moment like this. He liked pain. He did.

But this burning was something new. It wasn't the strikes of the cane against his ass and thighs. It wasn't the paddle coming down on his ass or the flogger against his skin. It wasn't the blonde's hand cracking down then squeezing the spot tightly. It was a pain that had him breathless and was so new that he didn't know what to do with himself.

And then the hand on his hip was lifting up and touching his jaw gently and tilting his head back. Tipping his face up when the hand wrapped around the both of them let go and Hizashi was staring at him with that look of worry that he knew so damn well by this point. And he wanted nothing more than to insist they keep going.

That he just needed a moment. But the blonde merely touched his chin softly with those green eyes glowing at him with that look of worry when he swallowed and was mortified by the tightness in his throat. A tightness that he hated more than anything in the world. He can't help but feel like he had somehow, someway, failed his husband.

That he had done something wrong and that he'd bitten off more than he could chew when it came to something like this. He really thought that after all he had read that he would be prepared for this. That he would be more than fine with going forward with it. He didn't think it would end with him getting soft.

"Shouta, baby, are you okay?" Hizashi questioned breathlessly when a hand touched his waist to which he whimpered when fingers slid along his jaw. Hizashi's head tipping slightly with those green eyes staring at him with worry. Tracing along his jaw softly when he swallowed when the blonde cupped his cheek. "You know you can tell me anything, baby, and it'll be fine! Just tell me what's going on, yeah? Tell me what's going on in your head?"

"It burns." He whispered with his hands reaching up to touch his husband's forearms when he felt his face burning hotly when he swallowed before he licked his lips. Staring at the blonde before him when he felt that prick again and he cleared his throat when he met those worried eyes of his. "It-It burns more than I thought it would! It's burning worse than I thought an-and I'm not hard and this is supposed to feel good but I'm just not feeling good, and I don't understand why-"

"Shouta, baby, you're babbling, just take a breath, okay?" A thumb ran over his cheekbone gently; tracing the overlapping scars on it gently beneath his eye when Hizashi leaned forward then to kiss his chin softly. The hand sliding along his waist to his lower back as that arm wrapped around him tightly. Holding him close as he swallowed again when Hizashi pulled back to smile softly at him. "Let's take this one step at a time, okay? Do you want me to take it out, baby?"

"I want it out." He replied softly when he felt the hand on his lower back sliding down with fingers brushing over his right ass cheek before slipping between. Grabbing the end of the root, the blonde pulled the ginger out of him with a slick squelch as he shuddered as it was tossed onto the bed. It still burned but he knew it would subside in mere minutes. He knew he just had to bear with it until it settled down. Until it had gone away.

"Good, okay? Now take another breath with, alright? Slow, deep, in through your nose and out through your mouth." His husband took a slow breath in to which he copied then let it out through his mouth like his husband did. The thumb on his cheek stroked gently with those eyes glowing at him warmly. Sweetly. "Good boy. Now let's take this apart piece by piece, okay? You know I'm not angry, right? I'm not upset or disappointed. You said it was supposed to feel good, and you weren't, right?"

"Right." He hated how small his voice sounded when he looked down at his husband's erection when he felt the hand on his cheek pressing gently into it. He lifted his gaze up to the blonde again when the arm around him tightened gently and he took a slow breath in. Licking his lips before he pressed his cheek into Hizashi's hand when he fought the urge to fidget. To squirm guiltily. "I just- It was feeling good! At-At first, I mean, but then it changed, you know? I didn't expect it to burn like that."

"And that's okay! Baby, this is the first time we've ever done something like that! Things don't always turn out perfectly but that's okay, you know why? Because you tried." The blonde's thumb slid along his cheekbone gently with a soft smile on his lips as those eyes shimmered at him. "You did your best, baby, and you can't control whether you feel good or not, you know? So don't go blaming yourself, alright? Because there's nothing to blame and nothing to feel bad over."

"But you're hard. How can you not be disappointed? How can you not be the least bit frustrated with me? I mean, I'm not trying to edge you in the slightest bit, love." His husband tilted his head when he reached up to touch his jaw and rubbing his thumb gently against it when he took another slow, deep breath then let it out slowly. "It's okay if you're frustrated. It's okay if you're upset. I would be too if I was getting a hand job with the promise of sex and it didn't turn out that way."

Hizashi gained a thoughtful expression then and he couldn't help but hold his breath when his husband hummed softly. And then the blonde's palm was rubbing his cheek gently. Leaning in with their noses nuzzled together, he jumped in surprise at the act of affection, but he nuzzled back. Rubbing his nose to Hizashi's when the blonde then pulled away from him with a smile. "I might be a bit frustrated but I'm a big boy! I can take care of myself! Speaking of, how about I got take care of this then we take a shower? Or a bath? Which would you prefer?"

Staring at his husband when he swallowed before fidgeting slightly in his lap. His cheeks were unbearably hot when he then smiled somewhat shyly when he glanced to the window where the sunlight was shining through onto the carpet. Beams of light that gave him an idea. One that Hizashi had begged him for countless times in the past, but he'd been too shy. Too reserved. He turned back to his husband when he tugged on a lock of hair gently. "Why don't we go lay in the backyard?"

"Naked?" His husband questioned with a squeak to his voice to which he nodded at the blonde. Those green eyes widened in awe at him when the blonde then smiled as he was gently shifted off of his lap and he tugged his hand out of those locks with a soft hum when that hand caressed his cheek. Pressing into it softly when he smiled at the blonde. "Okay! Okay, how about you get a change of clothes for both of us, the blanket, and I'll meet you outside, okay?"

"Okay." He nodded then took a breath before crawling to the end of the bed then reaching down for his sleeves to work onto his stumped right thigh. And then he felt the bed shifting behind him with hands touching his shoulders gently and lips pressing to the side of his neck. The warmth of Hizashi's breaths fanning over his neck softly when he reached up to touch those blonde locks his hand had been twisted in.

"I'm not angry with you, baby. Nor am I disappointed or all that frustrated. Like I said, I'm a big boy and I can take care of myself, but I don't want you to feel any guilt, okay? We tried and it failed, so what? We tried and that's all that matters to me, baby." Lips pressed to his neck softly when hands squeezed his shoulders and then Hizashi's head was resting against his own with a cheek nuzzling to his. "I love you, Shouta, you know that? My adventurous, amazing husband that you are! I love you so much!"

The words were so sweet it ached in his chest. His heart was threatening to break in his chest when he caressed those blonde locks and nuzzled his cheek to Hizashi's. Nuzzling the blonde tenderly with the man nuzzling him back as hands squeezed his shoulders gently with thumbs rolling into him. And he found himself smiling softly when Hizashi nuzzled him gently again to which he tugged on his hair gently. "And I love you too, Zashi. Thank you for not being angry at me."

"Of course! How could I? All that matters is we feel good together. And if we're not feeling good? Well, then that's just not sex, baby." Hizashi's head turned then and kissed his cheek softly with hands pushing at his shoulders gently as Hizashi launched himself off of the bed with his feet thudding onto the floor as he looked over his shoulder. Smiling at his husband softly who winked and shot him those finger guns that made him look like a damn dork. And he loves that. "Meet you outside, baby!"

"Meet you outside, love."