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!

37. Against the Sole! (Bastinado)

The air blowing in through the window.

The warmth of Hizashi's hand in his own.

The warmth of the sun radiating through the window onto him.

Shouta was in bliss. He was more than happy to cling to his husband's hand as the car purred softly with air gushing into the car. He was never a summer person, had never cared for the spring or summer months, but he found that despite his allergies that he was electrified. His blood was electric through his veins leaving him with this giddy sense in his chest. For early May, it was amazingly warm outside considering there had been snow on the ground a little more than two months ago.

There was a scent to the air that promised a rain shower later on in the night but for now the sun was beaming in the sky. Clouds were wisps of light gray and white against the electric blue of the sky. The sun was blinding but he found his eye adjusting to the bright light as he looked out the window at the buildings speeding past them as they drove down the road. Familiar buildings that marked their trip home from work.

The hand in his squeezed softly to which he squeezed back without thinking twice as he trailed the fingers of his left hand along the back of Hizashi's hand. Their palms pressed tightly together with fingers intertwined together as he traced shapes along the back of Hizashi's hand. The day had been wonderful from start to finish; waking to dew drops on grass and leaves, the chirping of birds that Hizashi playfully mimicked.

The excitement shared between the blonde and their daughter. He'd spent so much time outside in recent times; in fact, he dares say their daughter and his husband always had plans of coaxing him outside. Somehow, someway, he found himself on the back porch swing curled up against his husband until Eri came to coax Hizashi from his place on the swing next to him. To join him in the sunlit backyard.

He couldn't deny that while his allergies had been positively awful lately, he liked being outside with their daughter and his husband. He liked playing with the girl as the sun warmed the top of his head. The rustle of the grass beneath his feet as it began growing back in that healthy green hue. There was something delightful about the lazy breezes that puffed through their windows and the sunshine that was all too abundant.

Winter felt like a blip; like a mere moment where he'd blinked and it had been over with. There were no traces of winter lingering in the world that seemed ready for the oncoming summer months. May was a beautiful time where spring would begin giving way for summer. Spring was yet another blip of a season, it seemed, but he was happy to see it ending. His husband and Eri always seemed their happiest during the summer months.

The swimming, park visits, and trips to stores to buy Eri all the dresses she wanted were something the pair did together. There were the afternoons in the backyard where he watched Eri playing on her playset with a sparkle to those red eyes. And God knows that Hizashi looked lovely as his pale skin would begin to glow in that soft tan, he always got in the summer months. The way the light would play on those blonde locks to make them glow like spun gold.

Green eyes shimmering like emeralds. There was nothing more beautiful than Hizashi in the summer; it was like his own personal sun got brighter. Like the sun he rotated was glimmering even brighter and drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Because, cliché as it was, Hizashi was his sun. He was the one thing he orbited around along with their children. Hizashi was bright, loud, and beautiful.

He thrived in the summer months that others would groan and complain over. And with May coming with its warm temperatures, the blonde seemed electrified by the good weather they'd been experiencing this year so far. The blonde seemed even more energetic than he normally was and he couldn't help but find that adorable. Find it absolutely sweet. He may not be a summer or spring person, but even he couldn't deny that the warm temperatures and abundant sunshine made his blood crackle in his veins.

Made his head clearer than it was during the winter. As much as he loved his winter months, he knew it was a pain in the ass. It was annoying by the time February rolled around. He was happy to see the snow go if it meant making his husband smile like that. If it meant making him beam at him sweetly as he did. If it made Hizashi happy then he was more than delighted to make sure that it was preserved. That his husband remained happy.

In the days following their romp, his insecurity, he'd been more than happy to watch Hizashi cross off acrotomophilia off of the list. When he looked it up, he didn't know if he wanted to be miffed or touched to read that it was a sexual attraction to amputees. He didn't know how to feel about it but he happily tucked the thought away. Ever since his insecurity got the best of him, Hizashi had been going above and beyond to make sure that he was happy.

He was going above and beyond to make sure that he was smiling. That he knew he was loved, wanted, needed and desired. The blonde went above and beyond to make him feel treasured and he couldn't deny that he was eating it up. He couldn't deny that he adored it when those hands pulled him closer and he was kissed softly, sweetly, by the blonde. When his husband squeezed at his waist and held him close.

When Hizashi's arms wrapped around him with hands sliding along his back and lips trailing over the side of his neck. When lips were pressing to his face as he twisted his hands up into those silky blonde locks that he so adored as he clutched the blonde closer. When he twisted himself into his arms and clung onto his husband who held him ever so close with lips trailing over his cheeks. Over his jaw and nipping at his ears playfully.

Or when those hands danced along his sides to target his weak spots that had him howling beneath the man as he kicked his legs out and shrieked for mercy. Or when Hizashi was lying in bed with him, the lights dim, and those green eyes on his; no words exchanged as fingers drifted over the side of his face. Caressing his cheek. An arm wrapped around his waist with his left leg twisted up with both of Hizashi's.

The intimacy that came to them naturally with a tension that crackled. When he was tugged onto his husband's lap and held close like he was something worth treasuring. Worth adoring. There was a simplistic intimacy between the both of them that was fed with those gentle actions of his husband. As if the blonde were trying to prove the words he'd murmured and moaned at him. Trying to prove that, despite it all, he was still beautiful.

Still worth loving. And it was more heartwarming that he'd ever thought it would be. He was more than happy to lose himself with the blonde who always seemed to make him feel so much better effortlessly. There was something unbelievably nice about having a husband as supportive as Hizashi. There was nothing he wanted more than to return that gentle affection to his husband. Doing his best to show it to the blonde who ate it up and returned it to him tenfold.

He was never a glutton for affection or to like being overly pampered but he couldn't deny there was something nice about the treatment from Hizashi. Something unbelievably nice about being able to hand himself over to the blonde and know that he was going to be treated gently. Tenderly. Knowing that he couldn't put his life and trust in better hands than he did with his husband.

He wanted nothing more than to return that gentle affection and adoration to the blonde and he was trying his best to do it. Trying his best to give his husband all the adoration that he deserved. All the gentleness that had been shown to him by the blonde who was taking steps to ensure he felt loved. Felt cared for. The hand in his squeezed gently which tore him out of his thoughts when he realized the car had come to a stop.

The stop light before them glowing a brilliant red when he rolled his head over the headrest to stare at his husband. The light played on his hair that was strangled into its up do with those silly shades of his folded and hanging off of his shirt. His green eyes glistening in the lighting that poured through the front windshield and a soft smile on his husband's lips. And then Hizashi's hand was squeezing his gently again with a pressure that he returned when he realized his hands had been listless.

"You doing alright, baby? You've been pretty quiet since we've left the school. Anything on your mind?" The blonde's voice was low, comforting with that thumb sliding against his in a gentle back and forth caress with fingers twisted up with his squeezing against the back of his hand. He rubbed his thumb over Hizashi's hand where he then toyed with his wedding band gently. Twisting it side to side with the golden band glimmering in the bright afternoon lighting.

"I'm doing fine, love. I guess I am thinking but it's nothing bad, I promise." He tightened his hand on Hizashi's then when he smiled at the blonde softly when he slid his hand to caress the back of Hizashi's. Sliding his hand up to gently cup his wrist and squeezing gently when he then licked his lips as he stared at the blonde. How beautiful he looked in the brilliant lighting. So beautiful. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something, love. I was looking over the list and there's something I'd like to try when we get home."

"Oh? You already have something in mind? I guess I shouldn't be surprised! You always do surprise me when it comes to these types of things, baby!" The smile on Hizashi's lips was a sweet one that he absolutely adored when he slid his fingers from Hizashi's wrist to fiddle with his wedding bang again. Watching the gold gleam in the lighting as he twisted it gently from side to side when the blonde chuckled softly. "Tell me, what idea could have possibly caught your eye, baby?"

"Bastinado." The blonde blinked at him then when he squeezed his hands, feeling heat gathering in the back of his neck. His shoulders scrunching up slightly when he then licked his lips as he took a slow, trembling breath in. "It's, um, technically a form of punishment or torture but basically, you'd be canning the bottom of my foot. It's a form that is normally used on the feet and I thought it sounded interesting to, ah, at least try it together? I thought maybe it'd be something interesting we could try our hands at?"

His husband's mouth opened slightly with his hand tightening in his when there was a sharp honk that had him jumping and Hizashi turned back to the steering wheel. Pulling forward, the light now green, and shot forward like a bullet to make up for his lack of action. The hand in his holding on tightly when the blonde then peeked at him from the corner of his eye. "I'll admit it sounds interesting but, baby, you don't deserve to be tortured or to have a punishment! You haven't done anything to be punished for!"

"Well, I was thinking that it doesn't have to be a punishment thing, you know? I was thinking, when we got home, it could be a sensual thing? I mean, I know you don't think of it as sensual but I do." He felt heat tingling in his cheeks when he looked down with his shoulders scrunching up. Fighting the urge to bury his face into his capture weapon when he peeked over at his husband. "I know you don't think canning or spanking is sensual sometimes but I think it can be if we went about it right."

"Oh, baby, of course it can be! I mean, haven't I spanked you enough times for you to understand that? That not always is it connected to punishment?" The hand in his squeezed again as his cheeks burned with a blush when the blonde then turned his head briefly to smile at him before turning his eyes forward again. "Have you thought about what you want from it? How you want to do this? Do you want to use toys? Or do you just want a good make out session and I get the cane out?"

The questions had his face burning as he ducked his head slightly to press his mouth into his capture weapon with his shoulders scrunched up. No matter how confident he'd gotten lately, it was still a bit mortifying listening to his husband list the options off so casually like that. But he knew it went deeper than that; in fact, this time he knew he had to speak up. To tell his husband he was already ahead of him. "I think making out sounds nice. But I, um, already am using a-a toy you could call it."

"Shouta Aizawa, do you have a plug in you?" He winced when his husband all but shrieked at the top of his lungs; it was deafening in the small space as his quirk activated slightly. He flinched into his seat before burying his face into his capture weapon instinctively. The blonde squeezed his hand then with that thumb sliding against his gently. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to yell but Shouta! How far ahead of me were you on this? How long have you had the plug in you?"

"All day." He got out which had his husband turning to him with his mouth dropping open as the hand in his squeezed and he lifted his face out of his capture weapon. His cheeks were hot in a blush that felt too much to him in the moment when he licked his lips. "I-I wasn't really thinking about it, like actively, but I wanted to be ready for you today, you know? I wanted to be ready and I thought I'd bring up the bastinado now to see what you'd say about it. Do you want to try it when we get home?"

"I mean, I wish I had more time to look up bastinado but I'm more than willing to try it! But, baby, won't this hurt your foot? I don't want you to be wobbling around or have bandages on your only good foot, you know? You'll have to walk around on it and I don't want you to be in pain, you know?" That thumb slid against his comfortingly when he looked to the blonde again. And then his husband was turning to him with a soft smile. "I don't want you hurting, baby, so are you really sure you want to do this?"

Did he want to do this? Yes. He'd spent time looking into bastinado that he knew it deep to his core that he wanted nothing more than to try this with the blonde next to him. He knew all he needed to know about it and it seemed so simple. Canning the bottom of his foot? Something he could take without batting a lash. He was sure that he wanted to do this with his husband. "I'm one hundred percent sure I want to do this, love. Maybe we take it easier? Say ten hits rather than fifteen?"

"Mmm, smart idea, baby! I was going to say we should start with a lower number and I won't do it as hard, okay?" The blonde squeezed his hand then as the blinker clicked to life and they were turning past the small convenience store on the corner that they frequented. Pulling onto their street, the blonde then turned to smile at him again with that warmth to his green eyes shimmering at him. "We'll do this easy for you, baby, and I'll follow your lead. You just tell me when something doesn't feel good, alright?"

"You got it, love." He murmured back when he pushed off his seat, twisting forward to kiss the blonde's pink cheek. Loving the way he jumped as if surprised by the action as he then settled back into his seat with the warm wind tussling his hair around his face when he turned from Hizashi with a smile on his lips. Watching the houses flashing past them with the hand in his squeezing tightly again to which he squeezed back. Holding onto his husband's hand like it was his anchor.

He traced idle shapes into the back of his husband's hand gently as they drove up the street with the engine purring softly. He clung to his husband's hand with his fingers tracing over the back of Hizashi's delicately when the blonde's thumb moved against his own. He happily squirmed in his seat when he turned his gaze to the window again with the wind stirring up his hair again and tussling it against his cheek.

He lifted his hand up to tuck his hair behind his ears to keep it from flying into his face as he moved his thumb against the back of Hizashi's hand softly. Watching the familiar houses flickering past them as he then contented himself to tracing shapes on the back of Hizashi's hand again. Shapes that made little sense to him while the blonde hummed softly along with the music playing on the radio with the warm air rushing into the car.

How his husband managed to hear that over the wind, he had not a clue, but he was content. There was something nice about going for a drive with his husband when it was so nice outside. There was a bit of a chill to the air that still spoke of April and it's spring months when the snow had been chased away by the rain. It wasn't overly hot or warm but it was nice. Comfortable. And then Hizashi was sliding his hand along the steering wheel with a soft brush.

And they were turning into their driveway. The hand in his squeezed before pulling away leaving his hands empty when he placed one in his lap and the other touching the buckle of his belt. Pressing into it with his seatbelt zipping across his chest only for the buckle to hit against the car door. He fussed with it until it laid straight while Hizashi pulled into the drive and put the car into park. He turned to the blonde who began rolling their windows up with the buttons on his door.

He happily turned to his door as Hizashi turned the ignition off and the car was plunged into silence. Pushing his door open, he slipped out of the car then reached in for his sleeping bag that he'd had stuffed between his legs and the laptop bag beneath it. Swinging the strap over his shoulder, his sleeping bag tucked under his arm, he shifted back and slammed the car door shut with a soft hum to himself.

Walking around the car, his boots loud on the cement, his husband popped out of his own seat carefully with his stiff hair hitting off of the car. It had him snickering under his breath as he made his way around the car and across the driveway. Making his way to the front walkway while Hizashi grabbed his laptop bag from the backseat of the car. There were then the slamming of one door after another.

The unanimous click of the doors being locked, and he put a pep to his step. Hugging his sleeping bag to his side, he adjusted the strap over his shoulder and reached into his pocket for his house keys. Digging into them before pulling them out with a jingle on the ring as he sorted out the house key quickly. Walking up to the front door, he slipped the key into the lock and twisted while he listened to the quick footsteps behind him.

He then slid the key into the doorknob, twisting with another metallic click and tugged his keys free. He twisted the handle, the breeze tugging at his hair and capture weapon, when he pushed the door open to step inside with Hizashi hot on his heels. He couldn't fight the excitement he felt as he took broad steps into the front hallway with Hizashi chasing after him.

He took brisk, long steps with his boots thudding over the floor deafeningly as he rushed down the hallway into the kitchen. Turning to walk across it to the small hallway of theirs while the door slammed shut behind him with Hizashi's booted feet chasing after him. He kept himself from running the way he wanted too as he walked down their short hallway; the light from their bedroom spilling into the dark hallway like a beacon.

He walked forward with those brisk steps of his as he listened to Hizashi boots on the linoleum floor behind him. He turned to rush into their bedroom where he tossed his sleeping bag into the corner carefully then walking forward towards the bed as he slid the strap of his laptop bag off of his shoulder and onto the floor. He then stepped on his right heel to pull his prosthetic foot free from his boot which he kicked away lightly then did the same with his left foot.

The tumble of his boots of the floor was deafening when he listened to the boots on the carpet behind him. The rattling grind of the bedroom doors being slid shut and thudding together gently followed by the light click of the lock being flipped into place. He was grateful the kids were out for the afternoon. Both caught up in their after school activities so they wouldn't be home close to dinner. It left the afternoon open for the both of them to do as they pleased.

He reached up to his capture weapon to begin unwinding it from around his throat and bunching into a ball that he tossed onto the bed. He turned when his husband's laptop bag thudded to the floor, his hands reaching out to the blonde who was rushing forward. His coat sliding from his shoulders to pool into his elbows when his husband shook his coat off with gloves off of those long hands.

He stepped forward with his feet thudding over the floor when Hizashi was stepping forward, boots thudding over the floor, as hands slid along his waist. He was twisted forward with lips coming down on his much to his delight as he curled his arms up around his husband's shoulders with a sigh flying out of him. All day he'd been thinking about this. All day he'd been staring at his husband. Staring at those soft, thin lips that held a natural pink tint.

Staring at that stupid little mustache that wigged when he spoke. He curved himself to fit properly in his husband's arms as he tightened his own around the blonde's shoulders with his right hand moving to cup the back of his neck. Toying with the wisps of blonde hair there that broken away from the strangled up-do of his husband's hair. He twisted those fluffy strands around his fingers before kneading at the back of his husband's neck.

It was tense after their day but he could feel the blonde relaxing against him as lips slid against his own. Soft. Warm. God, does he love having those lips on his own like this. He'd been thinking about it all day long and God if it hadn't made keeping his hands to himself hard. Hands slid along his lower back before sweeping up it in caresses that had him arching forward instinctively.

His toes curling against the floor in his socks as he tightened his arms around his husband who pressed into him. Both curving in a way that was much too inappropriate for public displays. It was a curving twist that had both of them fitting together like the warped puzzle pieces that they were to one another. Arms having warped to shape properly to one another after all these years.

He happily clung to his husband as he kneaded at the nape of his neck softly with those muscles trembling beneath his fingers. Loving the sigh that fanned over his cheek which he couldn't help but copy with a sigh of his own. Moving his lips against those soft, warm ones delightedly with his lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He'd yet to take his eyepatch off but he didn't mind it so much.

It was comfortable. The blonde's hands slid along his back gently with fingers rolling into him. Massaging at the tense muscles of his as lips slid against his with a tender passion he'd recognize anywhere. He returned that tender passion with his own as he sighed out again through his nose. The blonde's fingers pressed firmly into him with just enough pressure to get him shivering with his heart jumping against his chest with his breaths catching in his throat.

Shuddering out of him when those hands began to slide up and down along his back with that firm press down with circles being rolled into his back which had him shuddering. It felt so good. After a long day on his feet, or well foot, he was more than ready to collapse into a pile on the bed with his husband. He was ready to jump in the shower with him and rest on his chest while his husband played on the Switch like they did most afternoons.

The blonde began to sway gently with his hips guiding the movement which he was more than happy to follow along with. Swaying gently with his husband, side to side, as he kneaded at the nape of his neck while curling his left arm from over his shoulders to curl around his side. Fanning his hand out on his husband's back, he began to knead at his back the same way those fingers were rolling into him.

Feeling muscles trembling and jumping beneath his hand as he massaged at his husband similarly. If he was exhausted, he could only imagine how exhausted his husband had to be. The fact his husband was willing to do this right after work told him his husband was eager but he can imagine how, after this, they'd fall together in a heap. And that sounded just as nice as doing something sexual together.

Swaying gently from side to side, he slid his hand up and down along his husband's back with those kneading motions of his hand. Lips sliding against his with a tenderness that had him damn near swooning on his feet as he tightened his arms around his husband as he kissed him back. The whisper of their moving lips was deafening between them with hands kneading at one another.

Rubbing. Massaging. It was unbelievably relaxing with breaths fanning evenly over his cheek much like their own as their lips slid together. Melting to shape and curve to one another's; fitting together comfortably. Like two puzzle pieces coming together after spending years warped together. He swayed on his feet with his arms tightening around his husband which had arms tightening around him in response.

Holding him close, close, close much to his delight. To his pleasure. Lips dragged against his as his own melted against Hizashi's; filling the gaps those thinner, softer lips couldn't when a hand slid up his back. Sliding up with the ends of his hair being toyed with; tugged at gently with the blonde pulling playfully at him. Toying with his hair. He wished Hizashi's hair was down.

That he could play with those blonde locks the way he always did when his hair was down but it wasn't, sadly. It wouldn't be until they got in the shower. He let out a short sigh with his hand sliding along the blonde's back while his fingers rolled into the nape of his neck. Soft. Gentle. The hands on his back had a gentleness to them that mimicked his own as fingers rolled into him cautiously. Gently. Hizashi was amazing at massages

Perhaps he could convince the blonde to break out the heated lotion and tonight they could take turns. He shuddered at the thought when fingers slid down the center of his back with that firm pressure. It had him shuddering when his husband's hands slid down his back. Sliding down past his utility belt that he still wore to his ass; hands rubbing over the curve of it. Palming at him. It had him clenching instinctively around the plug that he had inside of him.

When he'd slipped it in this morning, he'd sworn it had just been to make sure he was ready for tonight. He didn't know if Hizashi would agree to it or not and he wanted to be ready. However, he couldn't deny there had been a thrill to wearing the plug throughout the day. It was wrong. Painfully, horribly, ethically wrong but he still kept it inside of him. Emptying himself out and cleaning himself up the best he could before he met Hizashi at the car.

Washing himself up after giving the plea to stop by his room before they left. He'd done his best and he hoped it was enough. Hands squeezed his ass with a firmness that had him clenching around the plug again with a breath catching in his throat. The blonde palmed at his ass firmly with fingers digging in just enough to separate his cheeks slightly before bringing them back together.

A rotating circle movement that had his breath catching in his throat when his hips bucked against the blonde instinctively with the blonde letting out a quiet sound. One that had his heart jumping in his chest just to catch as lips pressed firmer to his own. A press that he returned as he kissed his husband at that casual speed, they were using with a passion bubbling into the kiss like an undercurrent. The desire that he'd long since come to recognize.

He happily kissed his husband with that firm pressure as he clung to the blonde before him with his fingers squeezing the nape of Hizashi's neck. Nails digging in slightly with lips sliding against his with a desire that was bubbling into the kiss as well to get his stomach fluttering. His heart to jump. He happily returned the emotion of those kisses back to his husband who kissed him with enough pressure to get his lips buzzing as he arched into his arms.

Arching his back slightly with his breath hitching slightly before shaking out of him when the blonde squeezed his ass tightly. A good, hard squeeze that had his toes curling against the floor again as he tightened his arms around the blonde. Sliding his hand down his husband's back, loving the hitching breath his husband took, when he reached down. And he happily grabbed at his husband's ass.

Giving it a hard squeeze that had Hizashi moaning lowly into their kisses. A snapping sound that had his skin ripping with a flash of heat that had him shifting his weight from foot to foot as their rocking came to a stop. Both merely holding onto the other with hands squeezing and kneading at asses when Hizashi's hands slid up from his ass to sweep up his back again.

He squeezed at his husband's ass with that same strength as before which got him an airy noise from the blonde. It had him palming shamelessly at his husband's ass. It always looked so fucking good in leather. Made his ass look like it had definition; volume. His fingers dug into the leather of his pants with his nails dragging over it as he squeezed fiercely at his husband. Loving the airy sound that left the blonde in response as lips pressed harder to his own.

And he was more than delighted to return those firm kisses to the blonde who squeezed at him with arms tightening around him as hands traveled over his back. Lips sliding against his with a passion that he returned without thinking twice as he swayed on his feet with the blonde moving with him. Holding onto him like he was something precious worth holding onto. He happily pressed himself up against his husband who squeezed him close.

Hands wandering over his back in an up and down rub that had his skin breaking out in tingles. Heat flickering over his skin in flashes that had his heart jumping in response while his stomach fluttered with butterflies. He knew what to expect from this. The blonde was going to walk him through this just like he always did and he was looking forward to it. Like Hizashi had said, they'd be doing ten slaps against the bottom of his foot rather than fifteen the way they would on his thighs.

He held onto his husband as he slid his hand over his ass to rub at him with the leather remaining cool beneath his clammy palm. He squeezed the nape of his husband's neck as the blonde's hands slid along his back. Coaxing him to arch forward with their chests pressing tightly together while they swayed together to press firmly against each other. Hip to chest, there wasn't a gap of space to be found.

Hizashi kissed him with such passion, a budding desire and lust, that had him delighted to kiss the blonde. Tightening his arms around the blonde as he rubbed his hand over his ass before slipping it up to tug at his shirt. Plucking at the fabric until his shirt was pulling loose from its tucked position in his pants as he hummed softly at the blonde. Delighted to get it free as he then flicked the hem of his shirt up with his fingers touching the warmth of his skin.

Fanning his hand out against his lower back, he happily soaked up the warmth of his husband as he slid his hand up his back. This had the blonde taking a long, sharp breath through his nose only for it to shudder over his cheek on an exhale. There was nothing he wanted more than to melt against this man until there was no telling whose heart beat was whose. Whose skin was warmer against the others.

Until they were so twisted up that he couldn't tell whose arms ended where or who touched what. Pressing himself against his husband, he kissed the blonde with that answering passion; with all the delight in the world as he felt fingers tracing along his utility belt. Sliding forward then between them where fingers plucked the buckle apart. It felt to the floor with a thud behind him with the blonde squeezing him close.

Hands sweeping along his waist to his lower back where they then slid up his back once more. An easy rubbing along his back that had him relaxing whether he wanted too or not. When he thought of bringing this up, he never thought his husband would be so accepting. He never thought his husband would be so willing to do this when he told him. Sure, perhaps it wasn't smart when he had to be on his feet for the remainder of the school year but he had worse aches and pains.

He sighed out through his nose again before he could stop himself as he clung to the blonde who held him tightly. Held him tenderly. It had him melting into his arms as those hands massaged his back softly with lips sliding against his firmly. Not a drop of hesitation to them as he kissed his husband back with that answering firmness. A light smack ringing out to break up the quiet whispering of their moving lips as he clung to the blonde delightedly.

Palming at his ass before sliding his arm from around his shoulders and slid his hands to the buckle of his husband's belt. He grabbed at the cool metal which he began to work apart blindly with the blonde humming softly into their rather passionate kisses. He worked his husband's belt buckle apart blindly; he tugged at the metal until it was pulling apart in his hands.

Opening up as he tugged at his husband's belt which slid through the leather hooks with a quiet hiss before he was dropping it to the floor with a jingling thud. And then Hizashi's hand was raising up between them to grab his zipper that rested at the hollow of his throat; pinching it then working it down. Leaning back just enough for a little space to be given between them.

And then the blonde was sliding his zipper over his chest carefully then down to his stomach with the quiet sound of the zipping. His heart was throbbing against his chest when his husband got his zipper down to his crotch where the backs of fingers, knuckles, rubbed against his crotch. A rub that had him inhaling shakily before letting it out as lips slid against his hungrily. There was nothing he wanted more than to spend his afternoon kissing this man.

To lose himself in the kisses that he got so freely from the blonde so effortlessly. He held onto the blonde who kissed him with such passion it damn near had him swooning. God, does he love kissing his husband like this. The blonde's fingers then traced along the waistband of his boxers before fingers were trailing up his stomach causing muscles to quiver as the blonde brushed his fingertips up.

Stopping at his chest when hands gently curled into his jumpsuit to which he moved his arms with the clothing worked from his shoulders. He tugged his arms through the sleeves, his dick twitching curiously which had his thighs pressing together, when he worked his arms free. The jumpsuit then fell in a heap around his waist leaving him bare from the chest up but the blonde reached down.

Working his jumpsuit from his hips down his legs where the fabric fell down his legs in a heap. He began working his feet free, his prosthetic first, then using his left foot to flick his hero costume away as hands traced along his waist and down along his thighs. Sweeping back to rub over his ass then up his back when he pulled back from the kisses with a sharp smack ringing out.

Trembling breaths taken by the both of them when he reached out to grab the hem of his husband's t-shirt. He then slid upwards with the blonde taking the initiative as he slid his hands over his stomach. Flicking at his navel piercing before sliding his hands up over his chest where he rubbed his palms over his hardening nipples. This action had the blonde arching forward to push his chest into his hand.

Pushing his shirt up to reveal his tattooed collar bone where his name was spelled out elegantly. The soft freckles that smattered over his chest beneath those curls of blonde hair that begged for kisses. Nipple piercings winking at him in the lighting spilling through their window when hands slid along his waist. And then Hizashi was leaning forward with lips coming down on his one, two, three, four more times before pulling away with hands squeezing his waist.

He was then turned with Hizashi shifting to get him to face the bed where he was then coaxed to step forward to the bed. He took the hint for what it was and he climbed up onto the bed with his left foot and the prosthetic dangling off the edge of the bed. Sitting back cautiously on his heels when he felt hands sliding along his waist again with lips pressing to the back of his shoulder. Crawling upwards to kiss softly at his shoulder before fingers gently coaxed his hair away from his neck.

Lips trailing up it softly. It sent tingles down his back as he dragged his teeth over his lip when Hizashi kissed up behind his ear. Oh, that seemed to be a magical spot that had tingles pooling down to his fluttering stomach as he dug his teeth into his lip. His dick twitching when nails dragged over his waist as Hizashi's teeth nibbled at the shell of his ear.

Melting in this man's hold with his toes curling tightly as lips pressed behind his ear again in another kiss that had him squirming. His husband scratched at his waist again when his fingers then curled into the waistband of his boxers. And he was then coaxed to lean forward as his hands planted to the bed as he dug his knees into the bed. And then his husband was working his boxers over his ass as his breaths raced in anticipation.

The thud of his husband's boots on the floor was deafening when he glanced over to watch Hizashi walk over to their bedside table. Reaching inside to grab the wipes, lube, and the condom box where he tugged the chain out. Ripping one off the end and returning it to the drawer that he slid shut. With the condom and lube in hand, his husband walked around the bed again with those green eyes smoldering at him.

As much as he loved his glasses, he had to admit that it was far sexier when his husband had his contact lenses in. He squirmed slightly when his husband's fingers drifted over his ass. A crinkle as the condom was no doubt placed down and the lube balanced on his lower back, hands rubbed over his ass again. Much like they had before but this time fingers dug in with hard squeezes that had him groaning lowly in his throat with his fingers twisting into the blanket.

Holding onto it as his husband tugged his cheeks apart then pressed them together again and again in a rotating circle motion. Pulling him wide apart then squishing his cheeks back together. And then hands were leaving his ass when, a moment later, the cracking pop of the lube had his heart jumping in his chest. His dick twitching in a volley with his lips tingling as they parted with those quick breaths he took as his husband hummed softly.

Boots thudded over the carpet again, much to his confusion, when he glanced over to find his husband opening the closet doors. Bending over with the leather pulling tight over his ass giving it definition. Shape. Then his husband was turning to him with the cane in his hand which had his heart throbbing before sprinting over its beats. Fast hits against his chest that had him inhaling shakily with his fingers twisting the blanket to his palms.

Holding fistfuls of it as he took a trembling breath when his husband walked back over to him with the cane being put down on the bed. And then his husband's hand was grabbing his left cheek and spreading him open wide. Tugging at him for a stretch that had his dick twitching in a volley when fingers dug into him fiercely. A good, hard hold that had him groaning lowly in his throat when he squirmed slightly when fingers then tapped against the end of the plug he wore.

Drumming fingers against it in hits that nudged it deeper into him with each hit. It was by far the most exciting thing his husband had done so far as fingers then began to twist the plug inside of him. A gentle side to side twist that had it turning slickly inside of him when his husband then tugged on the plug. It had him damn near whimpering at the thought of it being tugged out of him when he'd been wearing it all day.

When he'd gotten used to that feeling of fullness. But he wasn't going to stop his husband; not by a long shot. His husband tugged on the plug again which had him clenching around it instinctively. Clenching tight as he could but his husband merely wiggled it side to side before tugging it out of him as his breaths rasped out of him. His dick twitching again with heat racing under his skin in a burst that had him squirming.

Had him twisting eagerly with his breaths catching when the toy was tossed onto the bed with a light thump. And then his husband's fingers were rubbing against his hole; fingers tracing the stretched rim of it with a delicate touch that had him whimpering. Had his hips angling themselves backwards as his dick twitched with a wet drop soaking into his boxers as he took a trembling breath.

His hands clutching fistfuls of blanket to his palm as his husband's fingers rolled over his hole. Slow, firm circles that had his toes curling tightly. Whining with his hips angling back when the tips of Hizashi's fingers prodded at his stretched hole as his inner walls throbbed together weakly. Squeezing tightly only to be reminded of that emptiness inside of him. However, he wasn't going to complain. Not yet.

When Hizashi had said he had no reason to be punished, he couldn't deny he wanted to give him a reason for it. He wanted to give him a damn reason to punish him. Biting at his lip, he shivered when his husband's breath ghosted over his skin before lips pressed softly against his shoulder blade. Soft kisses over his back as fingers rolled over his hole when the blonde began to bounce his fingers; firm, light, firm, light, firm, light.

It was a maddening rhythm that was used when the blonde wanted to tease him. When he wanted to draw it out by just a little bit. And he adored that; he leaned his hips back shamelessly when he felt another wet drop soaking into his boxers followed by another. And another. Dripping long before he was hard. It had his cheeks burning but God if he could ignore it when the blonde bounced his fingers against his hole that dared to twitch.

And then his husband's fingers were pushing against him with fingers sinking into him with little resistance. Pushing into him in one go which had him clenching tightly around those slender fingers with a moan in his throat when the blonde pressed the pads of his fingers into his inner wall. Rolling circles into him as he clenched tightly around him. Squeezing the fistfuls of fabric from the bed to his shaking palms as his head tilted back with hair tickling his skin.

His dick twitched in another volley with wet drops soaking into his boxers as his toes curled. His foot fidgeting over the edge of the bed when the blonde hummed softly at him. Lips pressing into his skin with fingers rolling into his inner wall delightfully with that stretch tearing another moan out of him. Soft kisses were placed over his back gently with the blonde's other hand squeezing at his cheek before sliding forward to caress his waist.

Squeezing at him with nails dragging over his skin sending goosebumps racing through him. His hips jutted backwards eagerly with those circles being rolled into his inner wall paused with fingers pulling back then thrusting into him. A sharp thrust that rang out with a slick squelch as he whimpered at his husband who nipped at his shoulder blades. Fingers pulled back then thrusted into him again with another squelch.

Then they pulled back again only to thrust into him with that same sharpness to get him whimpering. Again. Again, again, again. Those fingers slipped in and out of him with the blonde's lips trailing over his skin with fingers thrusting into him shallowly yet sharply. The slick squelch of his husband's thrusting fingers was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom as his hips hung over the edge of the bed.

His feet hanging off with it as his hands held onto the blankets to keep from falling off himself. He dug his knees into the bed to keep from teetering off as his husband's fingers thrusted into him quickly. Shallowly. He squeezed tightly around those fingers with a moan in his throat as he tugged at the blankets. His mouth falling open despite his intentions to keep his mouth shut as his lips tingled from their previous kisses.

His cheeks burning with a blush as his head tilted backwards with his hair tickling his skin while those delightful fingers thrusted into him. It had him squirming with his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks with his hands tugging at the blankets with another moan bursting out of him with each sharp thrust of the blonde's fingers into him. Slick thrusts that had his stomach fluttering with the pooling pleasure as heat ran beneath his skin.

Warming him through. Heat that built beneath his skin to rake beneath the surface of it leaving him hot, hot, hot. His skin was a thrumming, buzzing thing when he purposefully clenched around the blonde's fingers which had the blonde groaning softly behind him. And fuck, he was more than happy to feel that blood draining from his head. Streaking so fast through his veins it nearly ached.

His hands squeezed their fistfuls when his dick twitched in a volley before it began to stiffen with the blood that gushed down to it. Rushing through his veins as his dick twitched again and again with wet drops soaking into his boxers before it began to stiffen. His breaths raced as he listened to the slick squelch of his husband's thrusting fingers. The tips of those fingers just barely nudging the spot beneath his prostate to send weak sparks racing up his back that arched.

He wants Hizashi to touch him and he wants to be touched properly. He wants to feel Hizashi's cock stuffed inside of him and filling him up so good he felt full. His lower stomach felt heavy with the weight of having his cock inside of him. There's nothing he wants more than to feel his husband fuck him into this bed while his hair was still up. To have him growling in his ear the way that he did and it was by far the most exciting thing in the world.

Fingers thrusted into him quickly with fingers just barely nudging his prostate. It was by far the most exciting thing in the world. It had his breaths racing in anticipation as he clenched around the fingers inside of him; loving the stretch that he got from it. It had him moaning lowly in his throat with his hips squirming slightly with the blonde kissing across his lower back only for teeth to scrape over the skin teasingly.

It had him squirming before he could stop it when a whimper broke out of him when the blonde thrusted his fingers into him again only to barely nudge at his prostate again. And again. Weak sparks crawled up his back as his erection hardened and strained effortlessly against his boxers with a happy twitch as pre-come dripped into the fabric. Soaked. Getting wetter with each passing second as those fingers thrusted into him quickly before spreading outwards.

Stretching him out much to his delight. It had him moaning lowly in his throat with his hips jerking back as the blonde's fingers kept their outstretched position. It wasn't needed in the slightest bit but God if it didn't feel fucking amazing. If it didn't have him inhaling shakily only for it to rush out of him on a huffing exhale as he clung to the blankets. Holding on like they were his own lifeline. An anchor he didn't know he needed.

The blonde spread his fingers out again, again, again before bringing his fingers together to thrust into him. It had a jolt running through him when he gasped at the sparks that raced up his back when those fingers rubbed over his prostate. And then his husband was grinding his fingers into his prostate; rolling tight circles that had him moaning deafeningly at the blonde with his back arching slightly.

It took everything in him to remember he was on the edge of the bed; he couldn't move freely if he didn't want to fall off of the bed. His breaths raced in and out with his thighs rubbing together as his husband's fingers ground into his prostate. Heat snapped up his back in waves that slammed over him again and again which fanned the heat beneath his skin. The heat that was going nowhere but up, up, up.

Burning hotter with each tight rub his husband gave to that spot within him which had him squirming and twisting. Had him wriggling without thinking twice about it with his feet hanging off of the bed as his hips jerked back eagerly which had him wobbling to which he dug his knees into the bed. Stabilizing himself the best that he possibly could when he took a trembling breath.

Hizashi's breaths were racing against his skin with frantic kisses being placed along his back; kisses that had his stomach fluttering. Had him wanting to squirm again but he stopped himself from doing so when his husband's fingers pulled away from his prostate to begin thrusting into him again. Sharp thrusts that rang out with that slick squelch when he moaned out to his husband who groaned into his skin.

Vibrations that had him fidgeting slightly when his husband pressed forward against him to keep him from falling off of the bed no doubt as those fingers thrusted into him. God, it was fucking amazing. They hardly ever had the energy for anything sexual straight out of work like this but fuck if he doesn't love this. If he isn't eating up every little bit about this that he possibly could.

His stomach was pooling with that pleasure as his husband's fingers slipped in and out slickly. A slide that had him squeezing instinctively. Loving the groan it got him from the blonde in response when lips crawled up behind his shoulder. Teeth nipping at him teasingly before scraping over his skin; the heat of his mouth felt positively amazing on his skin. He was so hot already over this man who was fucking him with his fingers so damn good.

Rubs to his prostate on each thrust in sending jolts and sparks up his back that had him jerking. Had him jolting. He was a damn mess with that eagerness for more, more, more from his husband who seemed to delight in giving him more. As if he understood the silent plea in his head. As if he understood exactly what he needed from his husband. The blonde's fingers slipped in and out effortlessly; slickly.

The squelch ringing out filled the quiet of the bedroom deafeningly with his hands holding onto the blankets desperately as his husband pressed into him. The leather of his pants lightly brushing his skin while his hand pressed against him as his fingers thrusted into him. And then Hizashi was tugging at his boxers; tugging at them insistently until he was getting his boxers lowered from his hips. His erection sprung out to rest up against his stomach with a happy twitch.

The head wet from the soaked boxers when his husband's fingers trailed along the underside of his erection with lips pressing to the back of his shoulder. Oh, oh, there was nothing better than this. Nothing better than he'd ever had. And then Hizashi's fingers were pulling out of him with a slick squelch which had him whimpering shrilly at his husband when fingers ghosting over his erection pulled away.

He was left teetering on the bed with a whimper in his throat when the blonde held stabilize him again. Then, much to his excitement, he watched his husband's hand come into view where the cane was picked up. Then fingers were curling into the sock of his left foot and working it down his foot then tossed off. He swallowed when the tip of the cane then was dragged lightly against the bottom of his foot.

It had him biting his lip against the urge to laugh at the ticklish response that had his foot jolting as he inhaled sharply through his nose instead. Choking the laughter down as his husband trailed the tape from his heel to his toes. Tracing along the sole of his foot which was a tease in itself. It had him fighting the urge to squirm or twist when his breaths hitched in his throat. His husband tapped the cane rhythmically against the sole of his foot.

"So, I know I initially said that you weren't bad in the car, but I think someone has been bad, wouldn't you? You didn't come to me with your insecurities, and you suffered because of that." The tip of the cane was tracing his foot which had it wiggling, jolting, with his heart jumping in his throat as he fought down the laughter the best he could when Hizashi tapped the cane against his foot. "For not coming to me directly, for not talking to me about it, you deserve ten slaps on this foot of yours, got it?"

The cane lifted from his foot with his teeth dragging over his lip as he took a shuddering breath through his mouth. His erection twitched against his stomach with drops of pre-come dripping onto his stomach shamelessly when he peeked over his shoulder at his husband who was staring at him intently. Cheeks flushed a beautiful red that had him wanting to rub the makeup off so he could see those cute freckles. "I understand it perfectly, Daddy!"

Oh, the way those green eyes darkened at him were shivery worthy. It had his heart sprinting against his chest when his husband lightly swatted his toes with a growl in his throat; a playful growl used with the help of his quirk which sent shivers racing down his back. Fuck him, if he didn't love the sound leaving his husband. "You'd better. Now, before we go starting this, how about you tell me our color system? Our safe word?"

"Green is good, yellow is to pause, red is to stop completely! And our safe word is emerald!" He shifted then when he bit at his lip to choke the laughter down when the tip of that cane then drifted lightly over the bottom of his foot. It felt damn near unfair; like the blonde was trying to get him to laugh. Trying to get him to slip up to give him more of a reason to punish him but he wasn't going to give it. Not easily. He was going to make sure that his husband worked to break his composure if that's what was to happen.

"Good boy!" The crooned words had his stomach fluttering wildly when he wriggled before he could stop it. Squirming with his knees digging into the bed when he leaned forward on his hands when the blonde drifted the cane along his leg. Drifting up to tap at the back of his thigh lightly before tapping against his ass rhythmically. Teasingly. It had his blood running hot when his husband then grinned at him. "Just because of that, I think I'll fuck you in the shower. How 'bout that, kitten? You wanna fuck in the shower?"

"Yes!" He wished he could say he said it firmly. That he groaned it out. But instead, his voice sounded light, airy to his own ears as that cane tapped rhythmically on his ass before drifting down the back of his thigh then coming down to his foot. Tapping against the bottom of it as his toes curled tightly. He looked over his shoulder again at his husband when he licked his lips. "I'd-I'd absolutely love it if-if Daddy fucked me in the shower! Promise? Promise we will, Daddy?"

"We will, kitten! Daddy's never been a liar, has he?" Tap, tap, tap. The cane was tapping against his foot as if he were measuring out his heartbeats. As if he were giving him time to back out of this but he didn't want too. He didn't want to back out of the request he'd made. If anything, this was all so strongly thrilling that it had his blood thrumming through his veins. "So, you're one hundred percent on this? How about you start off by telling Daddy your color, hmm? Start off easy?"

His color? What was his color right now? He wished he could think but his world was so wrapped up in the way that the cane was tapping against his foot. The way that his husband was staring at him. It had his heart hammering against his chest when he fought the urge to wriggle. To squirm or to twist. He held himself still while that cane continued to tap against the bottom of his foot. Tap, tap, tap. Was he sure? "I'm one hundred percent sure, Daddy! My color is green! What about yours?"

"My color is also green, kitten! Thank you for being so considerate to ask me that!" The blonde smiled at him with such pride that it had his heart hammering against his chest wildly when his husband then shifted his stance then with those green eyes watching him. As if they were somehow trying to tell him silently that it was okay to back out of this. "Remember, kitten, your word is law just like mine is and if you don't want to do this then tell me, okay?"

He knew if he called for the red flag right now that the blonde would put a stop to all of this. That the cane would be put away and they'd go to the shower together right now. He knew that if he didn't want to do this that there was no shame in it. That his husband would respect his answer if he suddenly changed it. However, as he sat there on his knees and hands twisting into the blankets with fistfuls held to his palms?

As he felt the tip of that cane trailing along the bottom of his foot? Well, he wanted to at least try. He wanted nothing more than to say that he at least tried this with his husband. He took a slow breath through his nose then nodded at his husband with a resolute determination swelling in his chest. He was going to try this at the very least and he was going to feel that pride when he crossed it off of their list when he took it out of the pillow.

He squeezed his fistfuls when his husband then took a breath of his own then nodded before adjusting his stance the way he always did when he was preparing to spank him. He let his head bow forward with black curls spilling over his shoulders; tickling the sides of his hot face. He didn't know how this was going to feel but goddammit was he willing to see it to the end. It was only ten whips, what was the big deal?

He'd started off with ten whacks on the backs of his thighs when they first began playing with impact play together. Squeezing his fistfuls, he took a slow deep breath in when the blonde trailed the end of the cane over the bottom of his foot again. Tapping lightly before pulling away when his breaths seemed to freeze in his throat when he squeezed the fistfuls of his blanket again.

He held onto it when he held his breath only for it to rush out on a huffing exhale when the cane whistled through the air and cracked down on the sole of his foot. And it burned. Oh, did it burn already as the cane was lifted away to which he gasped in then choked out a number. One. He didn't need to be told by his husband to know that he was meant to count. That he needed to count out the hits out loud for the blonde to hear them.

It was amazing how something could burn on the bottom of his foot like that. While it was bold to assume, he'd thought that he knew the pain of the cane on his skin. That it would be a pain similar to the burning welts that were often raised on the back of his thighs, but this was nothing like that. This burned like his husband had lit the cane aflame. It wasn't enough for him to "wimp out" but it was definitely a different sensation that had him gasping in his air.

His husband then brought the cane down again on the middle of his sole. Two. He yelped the number out with the blonde humming at him as the cane was pulled away from the bottom of his foot that was burning like the damn dickens. It was amazing how something so sensitive could burn like that. And he was to endure eight more cracks against it? His mind didn't want to think of enduring this pain again, but his erection was twitching against his stomach.

Pre-come dripping on his stomach, dripping down his shaft, and God knows he was harder than anything when he curled his toes slightly. It felt uncomfortable but not so much so that he wouldn't be able to walk. He relaxed his foot again when the cane came whistling through the air only to crack down when he choked out the number. Three. He was doing his best to keep from seeming like he was enjoying this too much when he was in a middle ground.

The burning was out of this world but at the same time, his body was reacting to the pain of it. Was reacting positively towards the pain which was confusing in itself. He was always a bit of a glutton for pain, but he didn't think it would be factored in when his husband was whipping his foot like this. It had him wriggling instinctively with his hands shifting to let go of their fistfuls to fan out over the bed.

Gathering new fistfuls into his hands as he leaned forward on his knees with his erection twitching against his stomach again with his cheeks burning hotly. Uncomfortably hot. He was finding himself all too heated up over the pain that was radiating over the middle of his foot. His husband had struck the spot three times now, but God knows the entirety of his foot would be dealt those blows.

Taking a breath, he tensed instinctively when he heard the cane whistling through the air and it was cracking down on the upper half of his foot. Right below his toes. Four. He got the word out the best that he could with his hands tugging at the blankets as he rocked on his knees with a grunt in his throat. Trying to ride out the pain that was blistering over the bottom of his foot.

The pain that felt so fucking good that he didn't know what to do with himself. It felt amazing but he knew his husband would take it the wrong way if he showed anything different. There was nothing he wanted more than for his husband to continue onwards. There was something thrilling about the bottom of his foot being dealt this treatment. It was going to make walking an interesting situation and standing on it? Would there be welts?

Would his husband have to rub that vitamin E lotion into his foot? It was so damn exciting not know what was going to come. What was going to happen next to him. It had his racing breaths hitching, stuttering, down his throat when his husband cleared his throat behind him. He squirmed eagerly before he could stop himself when the cane was whistling through the air once more and cracking down on the ball of his foot again for a second time.

Another blistering line. Five. The sole of his foot was absolutely throbbing from the sharp hits of the cane against his sole. It burned. It burned damn good. It had him whimpering with his fingers twisting into the blankets with the blonde shifting behind him with boots thudding softly over the floor while he took in the burning of his sole. The lines that throbbed on the bottom of his foot with his erection twitching against his stomach.

Dripping pre-come onto his skin shamelessly leaving it feeling slick with a runny patch that had him squirming his hips before he could stop the action. Whimpering at his husband again when he wriggled his foot slightly only to feel the pain that raced over the sole when he curled his toes slightly. Fuck, he hoped it wasn't too much to stand on it. He didn't think to wait until the weekend, but he was going to push through it.

He was sure that he could power through it if he absolutely had too. Taking a breath, his fingers squeezed their fistfuls again when he braced himself as the cane came whistling through the air. Cracking down on his heel this time rather than the ball of his foot which had him jumping. Jolting. Six. His husband was methodical about it; targeting all three areas on his foot leaving no spot ignored.

From the middle of his sole to the ball of it beneath his toes burned like a wild fire. Burned like nothing else; it was unlike on the back of his thighs. It was a different type of burning that had him gasping in with his fingers twisting into the blanket. Holding onto the fistfuls that he had on the blanket with his knees digging into the bed. Rocking forward with his erection twitching as he fought the urge to curl his toes.

Fought the urge to move his foot any possible way that would aggravate the sole of it. The sole of his foot was positively burning with an intensity that had his breaths trembling. Hizashi trailed the tip of the cane along his burning sole gently; as if he were tracing out the red lines left behind that would possibly turn to welts. Would they welt up? It was a spot that often was shaved for callouses, but did that mean it was going to welt up like his thighs?

He took a trembling breath when his husband traced the sole of his foot before lifting it up. Just three more. Three more, three more, three more. He remained stiff when the blonde then brought the cane down; the thin thing whistling through the air as it cracked down on his heel. Seven. He yelped out the word with his fingers trembling from their tight hold on the blankets. His breaths trembling down his throat at the pain that blistered over the sole of his foot.

It was a throbbing heat, something that told him that standing on his feet tomorrow during work and the patrol he would have to run weren't going to be easy. They were going to be painful. He fought the urge to whimper when his husband gently traced the mark, he no doubt left on his heel as he braced himself. His toes curled slightly which had pain blistering over the sole of his foot in response when he winced instinctively.

The blonde lightly tapped the tip of the cane against the heel of his foot rhythmically before lifting the cane upwards. It whistled through the air as it cracked down on his heel with a burning line blistering over his heel. Eight. He didn't know what his husband was going to do for the last two but God if he wasn't eager to see what the blonde was going to do. If he wasn't eager at the chance to do something exciting.

His husband traced the tip of the cane along the sole of his foot. Light, fluttering touches that had him squirming. It was so sensitive. Far more sensitive than it had been before they'd started; his foot was positively blistering with a pain that had him breathless. His sole felt feverish from the blows as his husband traced the tip along his sole. Tapping lightly at the lines that had to be raising ever so slightly on the bottom of his foot.

Welting up. At least tomorrow was Friday. At least he'd be able to recuperate when he was home for this weekend. He just had to suffer through one day. One day on his feet where his sole would be screaming at him much like it was right now. He'd lived through worse. The light tracing of the cane's tip against the sole of his foot, the light tapping, had his heart racing in his chest.

Had it flying right up to his throat where it choked him up with his fingers aching from their curled position. From their tight grasps on the blanket. His erection was twitching against his stomach; harder than fucking anything as pre-come smeared onto his stomach. He took trembling breaths with his hands tugging on the blankets without thinking twice about it. Hizashi tapped the cane against the sole of his foot lightly as if he was trying to get him used to the touch of it.

His sole was on fire; he didn't doubt one damn bit that it was going to welt up. That he was going to be left with an aching foot. And then Hizashi was pulling the tip away from his foot with his breaths catching in his throat as he bowed his head forward with his hair spilling over his shoulders. Bracing himself as that cane came whistling through the air to which he cried out when it struck the middle of his foot.

Nine. Burning. Blistering. He didn't think something could burn so badly like this; hell, his husband had caned the hell out of his thighs, but they never burned like this. Was it because the bottom of his foot was more sensitive? Was it possible for the spot to be that sensitive? After all, he hardly ever had any interactions that involved the sole of it. The skin could be more sensitive than his thighs, couldn't it? He honestly wished that he knew.

He wished he'd read more about how sensitive the sole of the foot could be. He wished that he'd at least looked that up before bringing something like this up with his husband. Squirming in his spot, his knees sliding over the blanket slightly, he adjusted his position with his foot stretching out despite the burn of his sole. It was throbbing. It was a pain that he was familiar with but not in that spot.

There was a shrieking pain that had him wanting to tuck his foot away. To hide it from the blonde just so that it would stop. But he had one more hit; just one more and then they'd be done with this. Then he'd get to go in the shower with his husband. Where he'd get to make love with his husband who always treated him so tenderly underneath the shower head that left skin wet and slick. Sliding against one another in that slippery manner.

He wanted nothing more than to jump in the shower right then and there. To admire the sight of his husband's body. To be curled in his arms while hips struck him gently as he bounced in his arms delicately. He wants to ice his foot. There were so many things he wants in that moment but when he felt his husband trailing the tip of the cane over his foot. Just one more hit. God, had he ever been harder?

His erection was so damn hard it throbbed lightly against his stomach; his body clearly thought this was a turn on. Clearly thought that this was hot. And he did find it hot; in a strange way, it was indeed a turn on, but he knew the pain was going to come to him whether he wanted it too or not. It was just a matter of taking care of the area while he could so it wouldn't be as awful tomorrow.

He braced himself with his teeth dragging over his lip when he leaned forward slightly with his foot stretching out despite the throbbing burn of his sole. Ready. He was ready for that final hit. His husband took a trembling breath behind him and then the cane was whistling through the air and cracking down on the ball of his sole as he cried out again. Ten. Done, done, done.

He was sucking in a shaking breath when he heard the thud of the cane being tossed away and then hands were on his waist. Lips on the back of his shoulder. The blonde was pressing into him with hands kneading softly at his skin that tingled viciously while being mindful of his foot. Mindful of the way it stuck out slightly as he shifted it only for the side of his foot to rest against his husband's leather clad thigh.

The blonde's hands felt so good on his skin that he hadn't been aware had become so feverish. So hot. Hands slid along his waist softly with gentle rubs as lips kissed softly at his upper back. And he found himself pushing up on his knees with his breaths trembling down his throat as he took in the feverish heat beneath his skin. The burning, throbbing heat of his sole when he found himself leaning backwards to rest against his husband's chest.

Letting arms wrap tightly around him as his husband coaxed his hair away from his neck with lips pressing along his shoulder softly. Adoring kisses that had him melting back against his husband's chest. Had him turning into a damn puddle as his toes curled curiously only for him to hiss in a breath at the sensitivity of the sole. It was much worse than he'd thought it'd be, but he knew he'd have to power through when it came to work tomorrow.

He'd have to do his best to walk around like nothing was wrong with that foot. Fuck, he should have waited until tomorrow to do this with his husband, but he'd been too eager. Wanting nothing more than to do this with his husband without thinking of the repercussions he'd have to deal with. He didn't think. And because he wasn't thinking, that meant he'd have to deal with this blistering pain tomorrow while he was on his feet.

He'd never favored his metal foot, but he knew he would be tomorrow when he was walking around. He shivered with his fingers reaching up to cup the back of his husband's neck as lips trailed over the side of his neck softly. Kisses that had him utterly melting into his husband as they crawled up his shoulder and the side of his neck softly. Pecking kisses that had his heart fluttering against his chest when he licked his lips that felt far too dry.

He kneaded gently at his husband's neck with the blonde squeezing his arms around him gently. Holding him with all the tenderness in the world to make him feel complete. To make him feel like his husband loved him. Knowing that his husband, his Dom, cared so deeply for him with arms squeezing him gently with hands fanned out over his chest that fluttered with his quick breaths. He turned his head then to face the blonde awkwardly who raised his head up.

And then lips were coming down on his own. Soft, pecking kisses that had him swooning with a wobble as he pressed himself back in his husband's arms. Holding onto him when lips pressed against his before moving softly; slowly, tenderly. Kisses that made his stomach flutter wildly as he clung to the blonde the best that he could in his position as the warmth of his chest melted into his back.

He was so hot he was surprised he could even perceive that the blonde was warm. He clung to his husband as lips slid against his tenderly which he returned without thinking twice. The blonde was so warm against his back; so warm that he found himself utterly swooning with his breaths trembling in his throat when he pulled back from the kisses. He then turned himself carefully; moving to keep from bending his foot too much.

He paused before sitting back and pushing at his boxers. Working them down his thighs when Hizashi's hands gently waved his away with black nails glistening at him as the blonde worked his boxers down his legs gently. Working them from around his ankles then flicked to the floor when he then leaned forward to curl his arms around his husband's waist. Humming when the blonde's hand sliding over his hair.

A caress that had him utterly melting as those green eyes glowed down at him with all the pride in the world. A soft smile on those lips with hands caressing his hair before cupping his face once more as the blonde then leaned down towards him. He tightened his arms around his husband's waist as he tugged him close. Then those soft, warm lips were coming down on his own again in tender kisses that had him sighing out through his nose.

There was something so nice about being held so tenderly by his husband. In feeling a hand sliding over his hair in caresses with fingers tugging gently at the curls as if to straighten out the shaggy mess of his hair. Sliding over it to cup the back of his neck as he tilted his face up to accept those sweet kisses his husband was giving him. Kisses that made his heart ache in his chest even as his blood thrummed through his veins at a speed that was utterly breathtaking.

His pulse fluttered in his neck in time with his quick heartbeats that throbbed quietly in his ear. His sole was utterly burning from the whips that had been dealt to it but as he flexed his foot and curled his toes he couldn't help shivering. It hurt, burned, throbbed, but it was so good. It was like ripping his cuticles away then digging his thumb into the cuts that burned. It was a pain that was pleasurable if he didn't do it too often.

He curled his toes slightly which had the sole of his foot throbbing but God if it didn't have his erection throbbing lightly against his stomach. Twitching. Dripping. Making a damn mess out of himself but he had no doubts that Hizashi was possibly just as hard. Just as eager. But those lips slid slowly against his own with a sweetness that had him swooning forward without thinking twice about it as he clung to the blonde.

Holding onto his waist with his hands fanned out on his back. Hands sliding over his shoulder, his hair, with petting caresses that felt utterly amazing if he was honest with himself. He wanted nothing more than to stay right here in his husband's arms. He wanted to be showered in the gentle tenderness that was given to him. He wanted nothing more than for Hizashi to keep touching him with all the tenderness in the world.

There was an unmistakable air that Hizashi cared; that he was giving him the love that he sought after when their scenes ended. Sure, his thighs weren't burning, and his ass wasn't throbbing, but it didn't make it any different. It was still a rather impromptu scene, but he wanted nothing more than to have his husband shower him in that aftercare. He was a glutton for it; the way his husband took care of him so delicately, so sweetly, was one of his favorite things that followed after a scene.

He liked to return it to Hizashi; he couldn't wait to work that stupid hair-do of his down and to comb his fingers through wet, silky locks. To have Hizashi's strong arms heaving him up into his arms. To have those lips on his face and throat as he was pressed into the chilly wall of the shower as the blonde touched him gently. Sweetly. Or to be heaved into his arms while they stood under the shower head and its hot water.

There was nothing he adored more than the affection his husband gave him. He was receiving it now and God knows he felt boneless. He was slumped forward against the blonde as he moved his lips against those soft, warm ones. If he didn't find himself melting into the blonde who was sliding his hand up and down his back while the other cupped the back of his neck. Gentle touches that had him over the moon. The simplicity of it was absolutely touching. It was heartwarming.

There was nothing he adored more than being able to hand himself over to his husband without that fear. Without that worry. He clung to the blonde who kissed him with all the warmth in the world and fuck if he wasn't eating it up. If he wasn't drowning under the affection that was being given to him with that gentle rubbing of his back. The way those lips curved and fit against his own in kisses that had him longing. Wanting. Needing.

He tightened his arms around his husband when he then slid his arms from around his waist to trace his hands along his slim waist. Loving the way his husband shuddered when he touched him when he brought his hands together to touch the button of his pants which he worked apart blindly. His foot was burning, his skin was hot, and his stomach was fluttering when he grabbed the zipper of his husband's fly. Not a hand moved to tear his hands away.

Not a hand moved to stop him as he worked the zipper of his husband's pants down. A low moan spilled out of the blonde when his knuckles brushed the bulge of his erection. Feeling the dampness of pre-come soaking into his boxers and it had his erection twitching against his stomach with a low moan of his own leaving him as lips slid tenderly with his own. He slid his hands back up to touch his husband's waist when the blonde then pulled away from their slow, tender kisses.

Trembling breaths being taken together in unison when his husband's head dipped down to kiss along the slope of his neck. Soft kisses that had him shivering when he arched up high as he could with hands pulling at his husband. Wanting him closer, closer, closer to him with his heart hammering against his chest when he tilted his head to the side to offer up more of his neck to the blonde.

Shivering again when he felt the heat of his trembling breaths on his skin when teeth dragged playfully over his skin. Biting down softly before lips closed in a kiss against the side of his neck. He let out a shuddering exhale when he felt fingers twisting into his curls as lips trailed down the side of his neck to his shoulder while a hand slid down his back. Nails dragging over his lower back teasingly which had his toes curling instinctively only to have that fire ripping over the sole of his foot.

He let out a rushing exhale once again then sucked in a sharp breath when he curled his toes tighter. The pain felt good. So good. It was like the pain he felt on the back of his thighs or along his inner thighs when his husband caned him there. There was a familiarity to the pain that had him squirming with his hips angling upwards eagerly when the hand on his ass squeezed hard.

It had his inner walls spasming together in a squeeze that reminded him all too painfully of how empty he was. He whimpered when teeth scraped over his shoulder again as he twisted forward against his husband who tugged at his hair with a tug that had him shivering. The push of his foot on the floor had the sole of his foot throbbing from the pressure but he didn't mind it. Didn't pay it mind when he had much better ideas in mind.

"Da-Daddy?" He got a low, pleased hum from his husband that fanned over his shoulder when lips began making their way up his shoulder again. Moving towards the side of his neck when fingers tugged gently on his hair which had his back arching when he let out a quiet sound when the blonde squeezed his hair. Nails dragging over his back again which had him shifting with his hips squirming. "Would you- I mean, as nice as it'd be to be fucked, I-I think I'd much rather make love? Is that alright with you?"

"There's no shame in asking to make love, kitten!" His husband murmured into the side of his neck, his voice just loud enough for him to make it out. Shivering at the way those lips brushed against his skin softly with the shape of those words when his husband then kissed his neck. Fingers dragged up the center of his back when his husband then crawled his lips up to kiss at his jaw softly; feathering kisses to his chin before pulling away. "I think you deserve some sweet, sweet lovemaking! You've been such a good boy for me, you know that?"

Oh, it had warmth shooting through his veins at the gentle praise from his husband. The soft smile on his lips spoke volumes and he slid his hands from Hizashi's waist to curl his arms around his shoulders when the blonde bent down. Wrapping arms around his waist, one sliding around his back the other wedging down beneath his ass. And he was heaved up into his husband's arms, a quiet grunt leaving the man, and he kissed at a red cheek. "Thank you, Daddy, for doing this! For-For giving me what I wanted!"

The blonde heaved him up into his arms where he wrapped his thighs around the blonde's waist when the man squeezed him to his chest. Lips pressed to his jaw then in a kiss that had him squeezing his arms around the blonde's shoulders when he felt lips tipping in a wider smile against his jaw when his husband then pulled away and he met those green eyes of his. "I will always give my baby what he wants when he asks so sweetly! Now, how about I go get the shower started and we make some sweet love, huh?"

It had his heart fluttering in his chest. There was a delight that was utterly infection when he found himself smiling as he leaned into kiss his husband's cheek. Soft kisses over the makeup covered cheek but he knew those freckles like the back of his hand. Kissing across his cheek to the bridge of his nose where those darker freckles rested. Kissing at his face softly before nuzzling their noses together with the blonde giggling when he smiled. "I think that sounds perfect, Daddy."