Take It Off!

by CrypticBeans

Shouta is nothing if not a supportive husband to Hizashi. And if that means going to his husband's shows on the weekend then he'll be there. After all, there's nothing he loves more than watching his husband in the limelight.

2. In The Dressing Room

The trembling breaths being taken through noses.

The light smack of their moving lips.

The squelch of Hizashi's fingers thrusting into him.

Shouta was sure he was in heaven. There was something so hot about being trapped on Hizashi's lap with the blonde thrusting his fingers into him; it wasn't necessary. He'd said that before they started making out, but the blonde was insistent on doing some preparation.

Even if he wore a plug tonight. He squirmed with a whimper in his throat as Hizashi's fingers thrusted into him. The pads of his fingers rubbing against his inner walls with each thrust into him with a slight curl to those fingers. Pressing into him. He clenched tightly around them with a moan in his throat tearing out of him.

His cock was twitching with his spread thighs squirming slightly as his knees dug into the cushions of the loveseat. Loving the low, snapping groan that left the blonde when he clenched. He rolled his hips down to grind against the blonde beneath him in tight circles.

Hips grinding together as his cock twitched again with that ache twisting into his lower stomach like a pressure. Moving his lips against Hizashi's, he admired the dry whisper of those painted lips moving against his own. The way those thin lips were curving to shape and mold to his own.

Kisses that had him melting into Hizashi's chest as he tightened around the blonde's shoulder with nipple tassels pressing into his chest. A whimper in the back of his throat as the blonde's fingers thrusted into him slickly. He squirmed with his heart thudding against his chest wildly when his husband groaned.

The blonde squeezed at his left ass cheek tightly; his hips bucking against the blonde with his cock twitching again. A rapid back to back twitching. He squirmed at the firm rub of Hizashi's fingers against his inner walls as those fingers thrusted into him sharply before spreading out.

Pushing at trembling inner walls when he let out a keening moan. Lips sliding against his fervently, passionately, to rattle his damn bones. He tightened his arms around his husband's shoulders with a hand buried into his locks with his inner walls struggling to bring those fingers together.

They remained stretched outwards to push at his inner walls firmly. The blonde's fingers came together to thrust into him with a curl to them that rubbed into his inner wall so damn good. He shuddered with his back arching when his breaths trembled on their way down.

His hands twisted up into those blonde locks that he loved so much. God, when Hizashi had pulled him onto his lap, he didn't think they'd dissolve so quickly. That they would twist up with clothing shoved out of the way in his case to touch. To feel. And he was happy being stuffed full of Hizashi's fingers.

It would just make taking his cock all the better when it was finally time for it. He knew that he could take him right now but there was a simple delight in this. A slick squelch ringing out each time those fingers thrusted into him. Shaking breaths taken through noses as the blonde's lips dragged against his.

Pressing hard with passionate, lustful kisses. A desire that had his heart throbbing against his chest as he tightened his arms around the blonde. There was nothing he loved more than being twisted up with the blonde. Than feeling those hands wandering on him.

Hizashi's hand squeezed at his cheek then rubbed his hand over it while fingers thrusted into him sharply. God, they were positively perfect inside of him. He was happy to cling to the blonde, trapped in his lap, like this. It had him moaning at the blonde who groaned back when he squeezed tightly around those slender fingers inside of him.

Stretching him out again despite it being unnecessary. He squirmed with his arms tight around the blonde's shoulders with a whimper tearing out of him as lips dragged against his fiercely. Harsh kisses that had him hoping, praying, that that lipstick smeared onto his lips.

That it smudged around his mouth. He hoped, hoped, hoped it would leave some type of mark on him. He squirmed with his hips angling backwards slightly as those fingers thrusted into him again, again, again. A slick squelch ringing out each time those fingers slipped back inside of him.

His thighs shook slightly with the pleasure pooling into his stomach. Rolling his hips down against the blonde with a keening moan spilling out of him as he kissed his husband hard. Fiercely. Lustfully. Hungrily. The time was ticking against them and God, if that didn't somehow make the moment hotter.

If it didn't make his skin burn with a heat that sizzled down to his damn bones. Ran along it with a heat that had him squirming. Had his hips jerking back to meet the thrusts of his husband's fingers into him as they rubbed over his inner wall. Just barely nudging below his prostate.

Each thrust being a bigger tease than the last. God, those long fingers could easily brush over the spot, yet they refused too. Instead, they thrusted into him with a giddiness that he would recognize anywhere. Moving his lips against his husband's with a sense of giddiness to him.

He wanted nothing more than to melt into a damn puddle in this man's lap. To become a putty that the blonde could form and shape to his hearts content. He was more than happy to stay right here for the rest of the night. Going home be damned. Hizashi's show be damned.

He wanted to fuck this beautiful, stunning man all night long. He wanted to keep a piece of his husband inside of him any way that he possibly could. The slick squelch of those thrusting fingers was deafening in the quiet of the dressing room. Ever so faintly, he could hear the music of the main room.

The acts that went up. They were muffled but he could faintly make it out. It as the one thing that kept the room from being too quiet. The hand on his ass squeezing at him fervently. Another of those good, hard squeezes to get him squirming in the blonde's lap.

His cock twitching in a volley with the heat simmering under his skin. It had him absolutely breathless. Had him gasping in through his nose. Squirming openly with his thighs twitching as his knees slid over the cushions of the loveseat. Wanting, wanting, wanting.

Needing, needing, needing this man with a fervor that ached. Need so acute it felt like pain. Clinging to the blonde, lips moved against his with a hunger that had his skin thrumming with an excitement that threatened to choke him if he wasn't careful. He tightened his hands in the blonde locks he had wrapped around his fingers.

He cupped the back of Hizashi's head gently with those lips sliding against his. The hand holding his ass let go to slide up his back with fingertips trailing over his skin. Touching the scars that mottled his skin. Fingers thrusting into him quickly with rubs to his inner walls that had him moaning at the blonde.

Clenching around his husband's fingers tightly. Heat simmering beneath his skin as he clung to the blonde with his fingers twisted up in Hizashi's hair. Scratching at his head with his hips grinding down against the blonde who let out a low, snapping moan at him.

It had his back arching with a keening moan slipping out of him in response with his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks. He grinded himself down against the blonde with his cock twitching in a volley with the blonde's fingers skimming up his back. Tracing out the shape of the scars on his skin gently.

Delicately. It had him huffing through his nose as his hips rolled down. The rub of his corset against his skin was positively delightful. Something he couldn't get enough of as he pressed himself tightly to the blonde who was pushed into the back of the loveseat.

The blonde let out a snapping moan at him with nails scratching at his lower back which sent shivers racing up it. His husband seemed more than happy to thrust his fingers into him. A sharp, slick squelch that rang out rhythmically with those fingers sliding into him again and again.

It had his heart thudding in a hard one-two hit against his chest that did little to soothe his stomach that dropped with excitement. He felt airy. Hot. Like he could float away any moment if he didn't keep his arms wrapped tightly around his husband as he clung to the blonde.

Tugging on those blonde locks which had his husband's back arching from the loveseat with their chests pressing tightly together. A moan tearing itself out of him with his hands tugging on the blonde's hair again. Shivering when the blonde dragged his nails down the center of his back.

A light dragging sensation that had him squirming with his hips rolling down in tight circles. Fervent. Fierce. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Eager to receive that pleasure anyway that he possibly could and giving it back the best that he could. His cock twitched again with drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers.

The blonde's fingers drifted lazily over his lower back. Drifting up and down along the center of his back coaxing it to arch as their chests pressed tightly together. The fabric of his husband's corset dragging against his skin. It was so surreal that he was here, making out with his husband in his dressing room.

Trapped on his lap while the blonde fucked him with his fingers. There was something surreal about it. Eager to climb beneath this man's skin if it meant that he'd be satisfied with the proximity. He wanted Hizashi closer, closer, closer. The blonde whined softly at him with nails dragging over his shoulder blade.

Squirming. Twisting. He felt his husband moving beneath him; hips arching up to grind against him fervently with a hand skimming down his back. Scratching gently at his lower back and all he wants is to melt away. To be close to his husband the way that he wants to be.

Tugging on the blonde's locks restlessly with a huff flying out of him. Kissing the blonde with such passionate lust and desire while those fingers slipped into him again and again? Fuck, he wanted more. More of this man. More of this moment. He wanted more, more, more when they had barely started on the first round.

He knew when he went home on his shaking legs that Hizashi was going to give him a second round. A third if he begged for it. There was nothing Hizashi liked more than when he begged. The blonde seemed to thrive off of that more than anything when they were fucking.

The blonde's fingers continued to thrust into him slickly. It had his back arching when fingers skimmed down over his cheek then grabbed it fiercely. A hard squeeze that had him moaning far louder than he intended. Twisting to press against the blonde when those fingers thrusted into him sharply as he tightened around them.

He hoped his lips were becoming stained from those red, red lips of his. The sharp smack of their moving lips, the squelch of his thrusting fingers, the shaking breaths. All of it had its place in the small room as he kissed his husband with that fervent desire.

More than delighted to hold onto his husband who squeezed at his ass again with hips grinding together. His cock was twitching with pre-come dripping into his boxers with his back arching as he grinded himself down against his husband. Shuddering when he got one, two, three sharp thrusts of his husband's fingers inside of him.

And then the blonde's fingers were spreading out effortlessly; pushing at his inner walls like it was nothing. He moaned at his husband in response with his back arching as his hips jerked back. A snapping, guttural pitch that he positively adored as it sent shivers through him.

Then those fingers were coming back together, he was moaning far louder than he intended once again when he felt the third finger his husband had snuck into him. Three fingers stuffing him so full, full, full that it had him writhing with his hips grinding down viciously.

Oh, oh, it was positively amazing. God, he wanted nothing more than to twist and buck, writhe and twist, with his husband. To fuck him into this damn loveseat of his until he was howling. Wailing. He squirmed at the thought of making the blonde be so loud; so careless like that.

He liked the thought of it way more than he ought too. He found it to be such a turn on at the thought of his husband struggling to stay quiet. Struggling to keep his volume down. He squirmed with his heart racing against his chest when he grinded himself down against his husband.

He wanted nothing more than to make Hizashi feel good. And judging by the way that cock twitched beneath him? He'd dare say he was doing just that. He tugged on those blonde locks delightedly with a whimper in his throat. An eagerness that had him moving with tight circles down against his husband.

The hand on his ass sliding up to caress his back with a rub that had him arching. Had his hips bucking down against the blonde who groaned at the action with nails dragging against his skin. Fingers curled slightly and God if it didn't have his skin tingling.

If it didn't have him twisting eagerly in the blonde's lap. Sharp, slick thrusts that had him clenching tightly around the blonde's fingers eagerly. He shuddered with his lips pressing harder to Hizashi's; hard as he possibly could which got his own lips aching. Tingling lightly.

There was something so damn thrilling about all of this that had him squirming closer. Had him pressing himself tightly to the blonde with a whimper in his throat as he tugged at his husband's hair. Hizashi merely pressed against his back to keep him pressed tightly against him.

Those fingers thrusting into him sharply with that slick squelch were deafening in the quiet. A sound that was wet, slick, and God if it didn't send shivers racing down his back at the sound of them. If they didn't have him twisting, turning, with a huff flying out of him as his fingers twisted.

Pulling tautly at the locks he held in his hands with the blonde moaning at him in response to his tugs. And then nails dragged down the center of his back which had it arching. Had him squirming with a sharp inhale through his nose with his hands squeezing their fistfuls.

This had his husband whimpering at him in response. How badly he wanted to rip those tassels off of his husband's nipples. To twist, pluck and tug on them until the blonde was a whimpering mess beneath him. All he wants is to break this man down until he was desperate.

Until he was so hard beneath him that there was no question just how badly the blonde wanted him. He was squirming with his thighs trembling slightly as his knees dug into the loveseat. The hand on the center of his back pressing against him as if he could somehow be closer.

Held tighter. He wanted those hands on him, holding his hands above his head and squeezing him tight. Like Hizashi was afraid he'd disappear. He wants nothing more than to be held tightly. To be held tight like he was something worth treasuring. Like he was something worth holding onto like that.

He squirmed at the thought with a moan in his throat when he tugged on the blonde's hair again which had the man squirming beneath him. Grinding together, he broke away from those passionate kisses with his husband. Gasping in as he threw his head back only for a moan to rush out of him.

Grinding down against his husband with his cock twitching. His crotch was an aching mess with pre-come dripping into the boxers which had him squirming, twisting, against the blonde. Lips pressing against his jaw then sliding down to his throat with kisses that sent shivers down his back.

He whimpered at the blonde eagerly with his toes curling tightly with his hair tickling his back when his head pressed backwards. Lips pressed softly to his throat with kisses that had him shuddering when he rolled his hips down against his husband eagerly.

Tight circles that had the blonde moaning at him into his throat. The tight grinding of their hips was positively addicting. He clung to the blonde with his cock twitching as he pressed down firmly into his husband's lap. His thighs twitching as their hips moved to grind together.

Tight circles that had his back arching as he huffed out a breath with his head tilting back. The blonde had stripped him of his shirt earlier when he'd 'paid' for the make out session of his. He'd been more than happy to hand his money over to his husband. It didn't matter; it'd be going into their fun stuff account anyhow.

He writhed when those lips kissed down his throat to his collar bone where teeth nibbled at him playfully. A hand sliding up and down along his back to coax his chest forward which he happily pushed forward. The blonde nibbled at his collar bone before kissing softly and working his way down to his chest.

Shuddering at the sharp thrusts of those fingers sliding inside of him. Rubbing just below his prostate teasingly before slipping away before he could jerk his hips towards them. Moaning lowly in his throat as the blonde's fingers rubbed at his inner wall firmly with circles that had his hips shaking.

He squeezed around those three fingers. Tight. Hard. It had the blonde moaning at him when lips pressed to his nipple softly. A kiss that had his skin electrified as he squirmed in the man's lap with his back arched. Lips pressing to his nipple again and again with kisses.

Squirming when the heat of Hizashi's mouth huffed over his nipple that had perked up slightly with his excitement. His arousal. And a shiver raced down his back when Hizashi's tongue lapped over his nipple with fingers thrusting into him. Good. So good, good, good.

He moaned when those three fingers spread out inside of him when that tongue lapped over his nipple again with his piercing rubbing over him. A tease that had him huffing out as his back arched with his hands tightening on blonde locks as his right hand pressed against the back of his husband's head.

His thighs trembling with the urge to rub together. To squeezed together as his cock twitched in a flurry. A rapid back-to-back twitching as his back arched to push his chest forward against the blonde's mouth when his tongue swirled around his nipple. Tracing his areola.

And then that mouth was closing around his nipple to suck it and his areola into his mouth. He squirmed with his hips rolling down to grind against the blonde fiercely. His cock twitching again with his back arched forward with his toes curled tightly in his shoes as his hips rolled down against his husband eagerly.

Feeling those hips arched up beneath him, thighs tensed slightly, with tight circles being ground into him. God, he was so, so hot. So turned on that he didn't know what to do with himself. He found himself twisting eagerly when the blonde began suckling at him.

Fingers trailing down his back while other fingers thrusted into him sharply with a slick squelch. It had him squirming with a keening moan spilling out of him in response with his head falling back further. God, he can't get enough of this. He truly, honestly couldn't get enough.

He could trap himself in Hizashi's lap all night long and he'd still want more. He'd still want to relish in the pleasure being given to him that he wanted so desperately to give back to his husband. His twitching cock was aching, aching, aching with drops soaking into his boxers as fingers thrusted into him quickly.

Sharply. Thrusts that had him clenching tightly around those fingers with a moan in his throat tearing out of him in that wanton pitch. Sounding so debauched even to his own ears as he writhed against his husband. Tugging at his hair to pull him closer to him as that mouth sucked on his nipple.

His areola. His tongue swirling, flicking, and licking at his nipple along with his areola. Teeth digging in as his hips grinded down against his husband who returned that fierce grind. Circles that had him moaning with his nails dragging over Hizashi's scalp which earned him a moan from the blonde.

Vibrating delightfully into his chest in that low, snapping pitch that had him squirming. He tightened his arms around Hizashi's shoulders in response with his fingers tugging on those blonde locks. The blonde pulled in hard sucks on his nipple and areola which had him arching.

God, there was nothing he wants more than to make sure Hizashi feels just as good. That he feels just as hot as himself. His twitching cock was aching like nothing else when he felt that gush of blood. A rush draining from his head, streaking through his veins, and God if it didn't have him gasping.

His head lifted with a slight sway that had him rocking in Hizashi's lap. Suckling at his nipple and areola with teeth digging in just enough to get him moaning at the blonde as his cock twitched before that blood drained to it. He gasped breathlessly, squeezing the locks to his fists, as his cock hardened.

Stiffening up in what seemed like lightning speed, but the blonde didn't seem to mind that. If anything, it had the blonde moaning at him. And he could feel, through the lacy fabric of his thong, his husband was growing hard too. A bulge forming beneath him that had him whimpering.

Squirming. Twisting. He grinded down against his husband who moaned at him delightedly with fingers thrusting into him sharply. Fingers rubbing just below his prostate to send weak sparks racing up his back again and again. It had him whimpering at his husband as his cock filled out.

An erection that twitched with pre-come soaking into his boxers. He couldn't wait to take them off. It had him squirming at the thought with a moan in his throat when the blonde's teeth scraped over his areola. Coming together to nibble at his nipple with firm sucks.

There was nothing he adored more than those strong sucks of his husband's. Arching his back, pushing his chest towards the blonde while he pressed on the back of his head. He tugged on those blonde locks then slid his left hand free to claw at the blonde's shoulder.

It had him moaning out with his hips bucking eagerly with his erection twitching in a volley. His husband's hand trailed down the center of his back. Touching him lightly with his hips jerking when the blonde thrusted his fingers into him with a squelch when he cried out.

He threw his head back again when fingers rubbed over his prostate; a curious rub but one that had heat crackling up his back. A heat that fanned beneath his skin that had him huffing with his hips wriggling slightly. He wanted nothing more than to cling to the blonde and to drag him under his skin.

Just so he could feel a closeness that would be enough. His knees dug into the cushions of the loveseat as fingers thrusted into him again, again, again with strokes over that glorious spot inside of him repeatedly. That heat snapping up his back again and again.

It was a heat that had him crying out with his hips jerking backwards. God, it was the fucking best. His fingers tugging at his hair and clawing at his shoulder. And then the blonde was tugging on his nipple with his teeth. A keening whine left him in response with his back arching forward eagerly.

Then his husband let go of his nipple. Nipping at it then lapping his tongue over it as if to soothe away the sting of that nip. He shuddered with his fingers twisting up in blonde locks. His hand sliding down his husband's shoulder to grip at his upper arm as fingers thrusted into him quickly.

Sharp thrusts that had him moaning delightedly with his back arching with his air rasping down his throat only to rake out of him. The blonde began kissing his way across his chest to his left nipple and lapping his tongue across it. His husband's piercing rubbed over his nipple with the tip flicking at him with fingers thrusting.

Snapping into him with rubs over his prostate to get him twitching. Jerking. Jolting. He was drowning under the heat that gathered effortlessly beneath his skin. He arched with hips bucking as he moaned out in that needy pitch at his husband who merely hummed into his chest.

His tongue swirled around his nipple. Lapping at him. He needed, needed, needed this man like nothing else. Wants him inside of him like nothing else. He huffed out a pant with his head throwing itself back as his hips bucked. Grinding himself down against the bulge of Hizashi's erection.

He could only imagine the wet patch on that pretty thong from his own pre-come. Both twisting closer together trying to be close as possible with skin brushing together. The heat of his mouth on his nipple as the blonde closed his mouth around it to suck it and his areola into his mouth.

God, there was nothing better than the heat of his husband's mouth on his nipple. His mouth sucking fiercely on his nipple and areola with teeth digging in slightly with that firm suction to get him squirming as he moaned out at the blonde. Eager. Needing. Wanting.

There was nothing he wants more than to have his husband's cock inside of him. God, if it didn't have him twisting eagerly, excitedly, at the thought with his nails dragging over Hizashi's shoulder. His scalp. It had the blonde moaning into his chest with the hand on his back pushing on him.

He moaned back at the blonde as he jerked and jolted with each rub over his prostate. Jolts of heat running up his back each time. Long, sleek thrusts that had him moaning delightedly at the blonde. Twisting eagerly with his heart hammering against his chest with his head thrown back.

His husband sucked fervently, fiercely, at his nipple and areola. Sucks that had him damn near mewling with his back arched forward to shove his chest towards his husband's face. Fingers twisted up in those silky locks of his as he pressed on the back of his husband's head.

He squirmed eagerly with his fingers tugging on his husband's hair while the others raked over his shoulder insistently. He whined at his husband breathlessly when the blonde pressed into him as his mouth pulled on his nipple. His areola. He squirmed with his back arched when teeth scraped over his areola to nibble on his nipple.

Sucking, licking, flicking and lapping his tongue over his nipple again and again with the piercing flicking over it. Nibbling at him before pulling at his nipple with his teeth as he leaned his head backwards which had him squirming. It was a sharp tug with teeth digging into his nipple.

Just enough to get pain sparking over his areola and chest. Moaning at his husband pleadingly with his nails dragging over his scalp as he rolled his hips down against his husband. Grinding himself to the blonde's twitching erection beneath him which had the blonde moaning at him.

Wanting. Needing. Pleading silently at the blonde to give him what he wanted. What he needs. The blonde tugged on his nipple with his teeth again which had his erection twitching in a volley with drops soaking into his boxers when the blonde's fingers gave a sharp thrust.

Then another. Another, another, another. Twisting himself impossibly close to the blonde when those fingers pulled out of him with a slick squelch. He whimpered when the blonde let go of his nipple to kiss at his chest instead; crawling up to nibble at his collar bone.

And then hands were sliding down to his waist to grab at the waistband of his pants and boxers. Working them down with his erection springing out as the fabric was tugged down; he huffed out a breath when his erection rested against his stomach with a happy twitch.

Then the blonde shifted his hold on him. Pushing in a way that had him blinking before sliding off of his husband's lap then turning around to put his back to the blonde. Peeking over his shoulder to make sure it was the right move, he watched Hizashi lowering his thong down.

The fabric was soaked with pre-come. His erection straining effortlessly against the thin fabric. He watched Hizashi's erection spring up to rest against his stomach when the blonde grabbed the loveseats cushion next to him for the condom. For the lube.

He watched his husband tear into the wrapper, spitting out a strip of plastic then reaching in for the slipper ring. Bringing it down to the head then sliding it down over his shaft, over his piercings carefully, as the blonde tugged it down into place at the base.

The blonde then squirted a small palmful of lube into his hand and reached down to stroke himself. Working the lube over his condomed erection in a shining, slick layer. Staring at his husband working the layer on himself was absolutely a turn on like nothing else.

Then the blonde's hands were raising; one dry the other shining with lube and fingers were curling to beckon him backwards. He happily inched backwards carefully with his pants and boxers bunched around his thighs; just above his knees. He inched backwards then began to lower himself downwards.

The blonde's dry hand grabbed at his waist to coax him backwards. Down. He reached beneath him to grab at a cheek to spread himself open while his right arm curled around Hizashi's shoulders. His hips lowering down, down, down until he felt the slick touch of his husband's erection against him.

He sucked in a sharp breath when the blonde squeezed his waist with hips moving beneath him to rub against him. Slick, teasing rubs that had his toes curling tightly in his shoes as the blonde's hips moved beneath him. Rubbing, grinding, slipping slickly.

He let out a huffing breath with his fingers twisting into the blonde's shoulder. Holding onto the man with his back arching ever so slightly. A whimper breaking out of him at the teasing rubs and grinds of the blonde's erection against him. He wanted so badly to beg his husband to give him what he wanted.

What he needs. But he bit his tongue as he moved his hips down to grind against the blonde who slipped slickly against him. Teasing rubs that had his breath trembling in his throat with his head falling back slightly. He rolled his hips down when the head of the blonde's condomed erection pressed against his hole.

Rolling over the rim of it in teasing rubs as he rolled his hips down to grind against the head with the blonde's hand tightening on his waist with nails biting in gently. It had his blood racing through his veins as he rolled his hips down to grind against the head of his husband's erection.

He squirmed with his hips pressing down with a whimper in his throat when the blonde shifted before pushing up against him. Pushing, pushing, pushing, Nudging, nudging, nudging. He pressed down firmly when there was a give; one that had him sinking down on the blonde with his mouth dropping open.

Sucking in air only to choke it down as he cried out silently as his hand flew to grab at Hizashi's forearm. The blonde let out a snapping, throaty, guttural moan behind him as he sank down, down, down on the blonde. A slow, slick downwards drop as his husband held onto his waist with nails digging into his hip.

It had him trembling with his thighs throwing themselves open wide as they could with his pants and boxers being in the way. He didn't mind it. Not one bit. The blonde tugged him down the rest of the way and he bottomed out as he fell into his husband's lap.

His arm around his shoulders tightening as his head fell back as his hand clung to the blonde's forearm desperately much like the hand on his waist. There was a beat of stillness that allowed him to feel the fullness of his husband's erection inside of him.

How it was so big he swore he could feel it reaching into his lower stomach. How he was the perfect thickness, the perfect girth, to fill him up. To stretch him open just enough for him to feel utterly, completely satisfied. He trembled with his thighs hanging open as his breaths trembled down his throat.

Then he leaned his head against Hizashi's. Their trembling, racing breaths being taken as their temples pressed to one another with his erection twitching in a volley against his stomach. Dripping pre-come onto it. And then, as if they shared the same thought and the same decision, their hips began to move together.

Grinding in tight circles against one another; that slick hand coming up to grab at his waist with nails dragging over his waist delightfully which had him groaning. A husky sound that had his husband moaning at him when he clenched around the twitching erection inside of him.

Squeezing tight, tight, tight with the blonde holding onto him. The blonde's erection twitched inside of him as he moaned out weakly when he grinded himself down fiercely. Tight circles that had the blonde moaning at him again as their hips moved quickly.

Desperately. Urgently. He felt so full, full, full and he couldn't breathe around that fullness. He clung to his husband in vain with his nails dragging over his upper arm as he tightened his arm around his shoulders. Racing, hitching pants taken by the both of them as he moved his hips in a figure-eight motion.

A tight rolling movement of his hips that had his husband squeezing his waist when he continued. The blonde's hips grinded up against him before they began to mimic the way that his hips moved. Trying to follow along with the blonde holding him close to his chest.

There was nothing he wanted more than to melt into the man beneath him. Hizashi was touching him so tenderly, hips moving with his, that he found himself groaning at the euphoria that came with this. A euphoria that was smoldering under the desire, the lust, the passion that he felt rattling his bones.

Shaking through him. He squirmed as he kept moving his hips in those tight figure eight motions that his husband copied perfectly. His erection twitched inside of him which had his head pressing backwards with his hair tickling his skin. It was hot, hot, hot.

He shuddered with his heart hammering against his chest as he rolled his hips in that tight figure eight motion with his stomach dropping with excitement. Moaning out with his husband's lips pressing to his uncomfortably hot cheek when he shivered at the way the blonde pressed up against him.

Their hips moving quick. Fast. And then he squeezed around that twitching erection inside of him curiously. It had the blonde moaning enthusiastically at him with vibrations running over his cheek. Loud in his ear but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit.

He merely braced his feet apart as he continued to roll his hips. If someone were to bust down that door right now, they'd catch them red-handed. He'd be caught with his pants down and his cock out. It was a strangely exciting thought; the idea that he could be caught like this.

That he could be caught red-handed. He dragged his teeth over his lip with his hands gripping onto the blonde fiercely with his breaths hitching as his husband grinded with him. Moving together in figure eights when he then pressed his feet to the floor and he pushed off.

Lifting himself up then dropping down in a shallow bounce with a squelch ringing out when his husband moaned at him. He pushed off the floor again to lift his hips up then dropping down again. And again. Again, again, again. He bounced himself on the blonde shallowly, quickly, on the blonde.

His hair trembling around his shoulders as he leaned forward slightly. The blonde moving with him to press into his back. He bounced himself shallowly on the blonde with that slick squelch ringing out to punctuate each drop back down into his husband's lap.

There was nothing he wanted more than to cling to the blonde. To hold onto him the best that he possibly could. He shuddered with his toes curling in his shoes when he lifted himself up and down, up and down, up and down, on the blonde who moaned at him encouragingly.

A sound that had his back arching slightly away from his husband's chest. Moaning at the rub of the blonde's erection against his inner walls with his hair trembling around his shoulders. The scratch of the condom that came faintly through the layer of lube that he fucking adores.

It had him throwing his head back with another moan bursting out of him in response as he tightened his arm around the blonde's shoulder. Dragging his nails over his bicep as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast. He was eager. Excited. Urgent. He wanted nothing more than to move.

He bounced himself shallowly on the blonde who was moaning at him like he was the greatest thing in the world. His erection tapped lightly, rhythmically, against his stomach as the blonde squeezed him tightly with hands tight on his waist. Nails digging in slightly which had his back arching.

He squirmed with his feet pressing into the floor to avoid sliding over the floor as he bounced himself quickly with that urgency. He squeezed the blonde's upper arm with lips pressing against his own upper arm awkwardly. Kisses that had him more than delighted to slide his arm from around his husband's shoulder.

Instead reaching down and grab at his forearm. Lips immediately pressed to his shoulder, the side of his neck, in kisses that had his breaths hitching down his throat as he held onto the blonde. Squeezing at him as he felt hands helping him rise up quicker; faster.

He was more than delighted to swing his hips up then snapping down into the blonde's lap again, again, again with his hands holding onto his husband. Pressing his head back against his shoulder as he bounced with his thighs shaking. They tried to spread wider only to be stopped by the band of his pants and boxers.

God, it was fucking good. Feeling his husband squirming beneath him with a whine leaving the blonde behind him into his neck where lips pressed softly. Kisses that had him shuddering as he clenched around the erection inside of him which earned him a moan.

A guttural sound that had him shivering with his teeth dragging over his lip as he bounced himself eagerly on the blonde with that slick squelch ringing out again and again. Hands holding onto his waist with thumbs rolling into his lower back were the most comforting thing about it all.

He moaned out as his hips moved quickly; snapping up and down as he pushed off the ground. Riding the blonde with an eager fervor that had the man moaning into his neck as lips were pressed against it to his shoulder. The hands holding his waist squeezed at him when he felt hips squirming beneath him.

And he knew the blonde wanted to thrust up. Wanted to move with him. But there would be time for that. There would be time for him to move with him; for now, he wanted that freedom to move as he pleased. Bouncing himself fast on the blonde at that shallow depth, he huffed out with his head pressing back into Hizashi's shoulder.

A shudder running over him. His hands clenching at his husband's forearms as he held onto the blonde who held him tight. A tight, tight, tight grasp that made his skin tingle and buzz. Made him huff out with his hips squirming, rolling, and grinding each time he bottomed out.

Rolling in figure eight movements each time he was bottomed out in the blonde's lap then lifting himself up and dropping himself down again and again. Moaning delightedly at the blonde who groaned into his neck with vibrations that had him twisting.

Had him arching, bucking, and squirming against the blonde delightedly with a moan in his throat. God, to think that all this started from some stripping. From some grinding and playful touches from his husband. To think that he got so worked up over watching his husband reveal that freckled skin under the spotlight.

Under the soft purple lights overhead. There was something unbelievably arousing about having watched his husband on stage. Perhaps he'd go back to his table if it was still available and he'd watch the blonde's second show. Maybe they wouldn't even make it home before the blonde was fucking him again.

Maybe they'd fuck in the car. Maybe again when they got home. It was a thought that had his breaths trembling slightly with his hands tightening on the blonde's forearms. It had him squirming, twisting, with his head pressing back into Hizashi's shoulder.

Whimpering as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast with that slick squelch ringing out deafeningly. A wet, slick sound that punctuated each of his drops when he began to lift his hips up further. The blonde moaned at him with hands tightening on his waist in response.

He slid his hips up, up, up feeling the rub of those piercings through his husband's condom. It had him moaning at the blonde when he dropped back down to bottom out. Lifting himself up and down, up and down, up and down with his hands clutching at the blonde's forearms while those hands squeezed his waist.

Nails dragging over his skin leaving burning lines behind that had him huffing out. The blonde moaned at him with that snapping, begging pitch that had his stomach fluttering when those nails left behind lines on his skin. God, they tingled, and he loves that.

It had him twisting, squirming, with his hips lifting up and down quickly. Fast, fast, fast. He moaned at his husband in response with shivers racing down his back as he bounced on the blonde who was holding him so tight it had him arching. Had his hips bucking with his erection twitching against his stomach.

He looked down at himself, at the strands of translucent pre-come connecting the head to his stomach. Tapping rhythmically against it with a moan as his husband's hands held him tight. What he'd give to have those hands toying with his nipples. To have that hand jerking him off.

But soon. Soon, soon, soon. He squirmed with his thighs trying to spread themselves wider as he bounced himself on the blonde with his hair flying around his shoulders. His hot face. His pants dug into his thighs painfully, but he ignored it the best that he possibly could with his nails dragging over Hizashi's forearms fiercely.

Just like those nails had dragged over his waist. He arched with his hips slamming down harder than before with that slick squelch; his hands trembling gently when he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. Moaning in his throat at the blonde when he tightened his hands on those forearms.

Feeling them flex slightly as if they were helping in lifting him up. The idea that his husband was subtly, gently, coaxing him to move? God, that was the hottest fucking thing in the world. It had him moaning at the blonde with his hands holding on with hips bucking quickly as he bounced faster.

Moving with that eagerness that was twisting into his chest with the blonde moaning at him enthusiastically. Encouragingly. It had him bucking into the air with a keening moan as his husband's hips squirmed beneath him. A shift that had his breaths racing with his head pressing back against his shoulder.

He wanted nothing more than to relish in this pleasure for hours. For days. But he knew they only had a handful of minutes left before his husband had to fix himself up and go back on stage. It had him moaning at the thought of his claw marks being on full display.

That his mark would be on the blonde somehow and it sent a shiver down his back when he squirmed with his blood racing through his veins. Thrumming. He was tingling from head to toe when he felt Hizashi's hands lifting him up further; coaxing him silently to move faster.

And he was more than happy to do just that. It had him moaning delightedly at his husband as that slick squelch rang out repeatedly with each drop down on the blonde. His cock rubbed against his inner walls so damn good and God if it didn't have him squirming.

If it didn't have him clenching tightly around the hard thing inside of him with the blonde moaning into his ear sending shivers down his back. It had him huffing as his hips snapped up and down eagerly, urgently, with his teeth dragging over his bottom lip again with a hard dig.

He squirmed as his husband moaned at him. He wanted nothing more than to cling to the blonde. He tightened his hands on his forearms, his nails dragging over them, when he shuddered at the way the blonde's hips twitched beneath him. How they wiggled ever so slightly when the blonde shifted beneath him.

Then he felt thighs tensing. Placing themselves apart slightly and then, as he raised himself up, he felt his husband's hips swing up when he dropped down. And God, it had him moaning delightedly at his husband with a volume that was perhaps too loud, but he didn't care.

Not one bit.

He bounced fast, fast, fast with Hizashi's hips jumping up to snap against him again and again. Snapping thrusts that had him shuddering with his back arching as his nails dug into his husband's forearms. His teeth digging into his lip with his head pressed back against his shoulder.

God, there was so much heat. So much heat that it had him squirming, twisting, eagerly when he felt the strength of those thrusts each time Hizashi snapped upwards. Hits against him that nudged him up lightly and fuck if he doesn't love that. If he didn't love the answering strength of Hizashi's hips hitting against him.

Both moving in tandem with one another; following along with what the other wanted. Hips snapping up against him with that strength to get him dropping harder. Bottoming out with playful grinds of his hips each time. Loving the way his husband moaned into his neck, low and husky.

Sent shivers through him each time he heard them as he snapped his hips up and down eagerly. Urgently. God, there was so much heat gathering under his skin it was driving him crazy. Had him panting as his hands held onto his husband with his nails digging in.

Holding on like he was the one thing keeping him from melting away. Keeping him from drowning away. He squirmed with his hips shaking slightly when he slammed down. Meeting his husband who thrusted up against him with a slap of their skin meeting.

It was a shot of sound that had him arching when a hand slid from his waist towards his chest when he whimpered. Fingers trailed over his damp nipple that tingled wildly when Hizashi's palm grazed over it then fingers trailing over it once more. It had him huffing when those fingers came together to pinch tightly.

A pert squeeze that had him whining at his husband in response with his toes curling once again tightly with his feet pushing on the floor. Fuck, there was so much heat. There was something to it that had him absolutely sweltering in his own skin. Hips squirmed before raising up, up, up.

Swearing he can feel those piercings of his husband's rolling over the rim of his hole. That he could feel them popping out one at a time leaving him absolutely breathless. Had him moaning louder, louder, louder at his husband as he clutched at his forearms.

His hips snapped up and down, up and down, with a fast and hard speed that matched the way that Hizashi's hips jumped up. How the blonde fucked him so damn good that it had him squirming with delight at the pleasure it gave him. Moaning at his husband's slamming hits.

Had him twisting with his erection twitching as it tapped against his stomach when he snapped himself up and down. Fast, bouncing rhythm that he used on the blonde only to feel the man moving with him. To feel Hizashi fucking up into him was by far his favorite thing.

He squirmed with his thighs attempting to open up wider for him, but his pants kept him from spreading open too wide. Kept him from opening up wider as he bounced on his husband wildly. The blonde seemed to absolutely delight in his fast, hard rhythm with hips slamming up against him.

That crisp slap of skin meeting again and again ringing out. The squelch of his cock slipping in and out of him repeatedly. The rub of that cock against his inner walls was positively amazing. And knowing his husband still had his thong on? That he still had those nipple tassels on?

God, it was fucking exciting. Unfairly, completely exciting knowing his husband's skin had to be shimmering with more than just glitter by this point. He moaned at the thought when he felt lips trailing along his shoulder softly with fingers plucking at his nipple.

Pinching tightly with pain bursting over his chest when he let out a keening moan in response with his toes curling as his hips snapped up and down quickly. Slamming down into his lap with that eagerness unfurling in his chest to go hand in hand with the excitement that fluttered there.

His blood was burning through his veins with the intensity of that heat as he threw his head back. Whimpering at his husband who kissed at the side of his neck and shoulder with pecks that had him utterly melting as his hips moved quickly. He needed to move fast, fast, fast with that hard drop down.

And in response he received a hard thrust up from his husband. Ohhhh, it was the fucking best. There was absolutely nothing better than that. Nothing better than the brutal strength used by his husband with each slamming thrust given by the man. Nudging him up lightly into the air was like nothing else.

Fingers pinched at his nipple tightly with the blonde moaning at him lowly in his ear. A husky, rasping pitch that had him squirming eagerly with his thighs struggling to spread wider. Wanting nothing more than to drape his legs over Hizashi's to point them out further.

Moaning at his husband, he squirmed with his back arching slightly with his hips moving quickly. Sliding up, up, up then dropping down quickly with hips jumping to meet him halfway. It was by far the best thing in the damn world. He wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle.

To burn up. He was so hot he was surprised he hadn't burst into flames. He squirmed against his husband with a pleading whimper at the blonde as he bounced fast, fast, fast. Shivering when the blonde slammed up to meet his drops without a sign of hesitation to him.

Something that had him gasping in as he moved fast, fast, fast. He needed nothing more than to keep moving. He bounced himself fast as he could with his hair trembling around his face, his shoulders, with Hizashi slamming up against him which nudged him up lightly each time he dropped down.

He fucking loves that. He loves, loves, loves it. He arched his back eagerly with fingers twisting his nipple side to side; tweaking it viciously. He whimpered pleadingly at the blonde who merely groaned into the side of his neck when he clenched tightly around the amazing, beautiful cock inside of him.

Squeezing tightly which had the blonde's hips bucking in rapid, frenzied thrusts that hit against him again, again, again. It had him moaning delightedly with his back arching as his feet slid over the floor with his hips jerking down to meet those frenzied thrusts.

Moaning at his husband louder, louder, louder with his hands holding onto the blonde's forearms. Bouncing himself fast in that frenzied, frantic manner that his husband was using on him. God, it was the best thing in the world. He could happily do this all night long.

Let Hizashi fuck him again and again. It was all he wanted. The blonde slammed into him with that slick squelch ringing out each time to punctuate the drops of his. He shuddered with his toes curling tightly when he pressed his feet down firmly to keep bouncing.

Swinging his hips up further, further, further then slamming down with Hizashi meeting him halfway. The erection twitched in a volley inside of him to which he clenched tightly around it with a moan in his throat. It was by far the best thing in the world.

It had him huffing with his hips snapping up and down eagerly with the blonde moving with him. Moaning into his neck while fingers rolled his nipple in tight, pinching circles that had him damn near mewling as his moan cut off. He was going to die the happiest man in the world.

There was nothing, nothing, nothing better than being able to have his husband at least once. It had him writhing openly with his thighs shaking as his hips snapped up and down. Moving up, up, up, then snapping his hips down against the blonde who moaned at him in response.

The hand on his waist holding him tightly. A good, hard squeeze that had him moaning back at his husband when he slammed himself down with hips rushing up. Meeting him perfectly, thrust for thrust, as he squirmed and twisted. Moaning delightedly with his erection twitching in a volley against his stomach.

Pre-come dripping onto his stomach again and again. It had him panting with his heart racing; his stomach fluttering wildly as his hips moved up and down with that wild, fast bouncing of his. Coming down hard as he dared until he was half convinced, he could feel the springs of the loveseat bouncing beneath the both of them.

There was something exciting about that notion that he absolutely adored more than anything in the world. It was the most exciting thing in the damn world. He huffed with his husband panting into the back of his shoulder as he found himself leaning forward with his hips moving quickly.

Like he was riding a charging horse. Up and down. Not thinking, not concentrating on anything other than the pleasure; other than the heat that was sizzling under his skin. Boiling right through his veins leaving him gasping as his brows came together with his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks.

Lips pressing to the back of his shoulder again and again with the blonde's hips snapping up against him relentlessly. Hard thrusts that had him whimpering at the blonde in response when he slammed himself into his lap. Rolling in tight circles with a squeeze to the twitching shaft inside of him .

Fuck, there was something freeing about being able to ride this man like this. Being able to bounce on Hizashi like he was nothing more than a toy he could use to his heart's desire. But there was also something unfairly exciting about feeling those hips striking at him.

The hand that was pulling him down faster, faster, faster. His hips slamming down to the blonde's lap again and again without a moment of hesitation as he clung to the blonde's forearms. Fingers rolling his nipple with that tight pinch to get him whimpering at his husband in response.

Then there was a sharp tug that had his back arching. Had him pushing his chest into his husband's hand as he bounced himself fast. Hard. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing. There was nothing he needed more than to ride this man like his life depended on it.

Nothing he needs more than to share in the pleasure that his husband was giving him. He moaned happily at the blonde who moaned back into the back of his shoulder. Lips pressing against his skin with his heart jumping. Pounding. He gasped in his air as he continued bouncing himself fast.

All he needs is a little more, more, more. All he needs is a little more. He bounced himself fast in the blonde's lap with hips striking at him fervently when Hizashi was sliding his hand from his chest to grab at his waist. And before he knew it, they were twisting with Hizashi slamming him down to the cushions of the loveseat as he gasped.

His right leg bending up awkwardly, his left leg stretched out with his foot sliding over the floor, and his chest to the rough material of the loveseat. His head just inches from the arm of it. He gasped as hands grabbed at his hips to arch them up towards the blonde who shifted on the cushion behind him.

And then, much to his utter delight, he was crying out into the cushion when his husband began slamming into him. Hard thrusts that rocked him lightly on his knee with the top of his head brushing the arm of the chair. It was amazing. Ohhhhh, the change in angle allowed his husband to dive deeper inside of him.

It had him gasping only for it to fly out on a high, keening moan with that needy, wanton pitch at his husband who slammed into him repeatedly. The slick squelch of the condom and lube rubbing together. Racing, ragged pants being taken by the both of them.

The slap of skin meeting like shots of sound. The grunts, growls, whines, whimpers, moans and groans slipping out of the both of them. The blonde was slamming into him with hands tugging him back to hit against his pelvis again and again which he was more than giddy to give his husband.

More than happy to divulge in as he twisted eagerly against the blonde with his hips jerking backwards. Hitting against his husband's pelvis again and again with his breaths rasping out of him. Choking on his air. He was drowning under the heat gathering under his skin and God if he wasn't burning alive.

If he didn't feel like he was going to melt right into the loveseat. Each hard, slamming thrust of the blonde's that rocked him forward with the top of his head brushing the arm of the loveseat again and again. He panted with hitches into the cushion as he pressed his cheek against it.

The rub of Hizashi's condomed cock was absolutely amazing against his inner walls. He was squirming, twisting, writhing with his fingers clawing at the material of the loveseats cushion. His erection twitching against his stomach with drops of pre-come smearing onto his skin shamelessly.

He was making a damn mess over himself as he clenched tightly around the erection twitching inside of him. Moaning lowly in his throat with his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks as the blonde's hips struck at him mercilessly. Viciously. Hard slams that had his thighs shaking as he turned his face into the cushion.

Muffling his keening moan that ripped out of him. He clung to the cushion with his head bumping the arm of the loveseat lightly, rhythmically, but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. He clutched at the fabric with his pants huffing into the small space, the pocket, he made for himself.

The blonde's hips continued to strike at him viciously with his toes curling tightly with his hips jerking backwards eagerly. Desperately. Hitting against his husband's pelvis again and again without thinking twice about it as he moaned into the cushion deafeningly.

Holding onto it while Hizashi's hands continued to tug at his hips as the blonde slammed forward. Hitting against him with such strength that it had his legs shaking. Had all of him shaking. God, there was nothing he loves more than the sheer strength to his husband's thrusts when he was fucking him like this.

It was fun and games to ride him but to have the blonde fucking him like this? To have the strength of him slamming into him like this? It was unlike anything else, and he fucking loves it. He was panting into his little pocket with his head swimming from the heat trapped there.

The uncomfortable heat that burned in his cheeks. Fuck him, he was going to burst into flames if he wasn't careful. It had him jerking his hips back and forth eagerly with his erection twitching in a volley against his stomach. Pre-come soaking his stomach with drip after drip leaving him with his fingers curling into the cushions.

Holding onto them tightly with the light bumps against the arm rest continued as the blonde slammed into him. Slamming the air out of his lungs. The words from his head. The blonde was fucking him so good. It was like the blonde was just as pent up from his show as he was.

Was it possible Hizashi had been doing something beforehand to get himself so riled up? Or had it merely been the sight of him sitting there at his table that had been enough for him? He had not a clue but fuck, he loves it. He loves how riled up his husband can get.

And he loves that the blonde was giving it to him the way he wants him too. Fuck, there's nothing better than this. Nothing better than having his husband fucking the thoughts right out of his head. It had him twisting eagerly with his hips jerking backwards with that eagerness as hands tugged on him.

Slamming into him again and again with that strength coming forward faster. Harder. Pounding at him with the sharp slap of their skin meeting ringing out again and again with hands tugging at him. Coaxing him to fly backwards which he was more than happy to give the blonde.

He was more than happy to move his hips in time with the ones that pounded away at him leaving him gasping into the cushions. Crying out. He was hot, hot, hot. He was glad the blonde had locked the door; God forbid any of his coworkers found them like this.

Or would that just make it better? Would Hizashi pound him into the cushions while he talked casually with a coworker? Would he chat with his boss while he was balls deep inside of him? Would he yell at them to go away while he was pounding him into the cushions?

He couldn't stop himself from moaning at the little fantasies that spun around in his head lazily with his breaths rasping down his throat. Raking out of him. He jerked his hips back again and again without a single thought in his mind. Wanting to fuck the blonde the same way that he was being fucked by the man.

There was nothing he wanted more than to fuck Hizashi the same way he was being fucked. It had him moaning delightedly with his fingers holding onto the cushion's edge when he swore, he felt it rocking with them. He moaned at the thought with his hips jutting back with that eagerness and that urgency.

That excited way that had his husband moaning back at him. Moaning in a snapping, husky, guttural pitch that told him he was doing something right when he clenched tightly around the twitching shaft inside of him. Moving his hips quickly to hit against the blonde's pelvis again and again.

He whimpered at the blonde who merely tightened his hands on his hips. Jerking him back fast, fast, fast. Hard, hard, hard. And fuck if he wasn't happy to follow along with blonde's pulling, tugging hands as he jerked his hips back fast. Fast as he possibly could with his hands clutching at the cushion.

Holding on for dear life it felt as he moved fast as he could. Hitting back hard as he could. Hizashi was pounding the air out of his lungs the second he heaved it down. He was drowning, choking, needing to come more than anything in the world. He needed to come at least once, and he needed the blonde to get him there.

He needed the blonde to touch him. He needed those soft, slender hands on him as they touched, coaxed and worked the orgasm out of him. It was a thought that had him whimpering into the fabric of the loveseat. Fuck, fuck! He was going to burn into the damn loveseat if he wasn't careful.

He jerked his hips backwards to meet the blonde's pounding thrusts. The sharp slap of their skin meeting was like a crisp, sharp clap of sound that was loud in his ears. A ringing sound to the telltale actions of what was going on in this room. Would there be someone behind the door listening in?

Would they hear him? Hear Hizashi? Would they be getting off to it? It had him moaning at the mere thoughts of his feverish, horny mind that babbled at him without restraint. He didn't think he'd get off on the thought of someone listening but here he was, hotter than anything.

Burning up at the thought of someone getting off to the sound of him and Hizashi fucking. It was like a shot of heat right into his veins that scalded and bubbled. Left his blood boiling in its wake. It had him huffing into the loveseat with his thighs shaking as the blonde pounded at him.

He was choking on that heat. There was nothing he wanted to do more than insist to his husband that he couldn't take anymore. That he was drowning in the heat of the moment and he wasn't going to last much longer. He dug his nails into the material of the loveseat the best that he could with his head turning.

Gulping at the fresh air on his hot face. Shuddering, twisting, squirming. Writhing. His hips jutting backwards with hard slams against the blonde's pelvis while the man pounded at him. Thrusting into him harder, harder, harder. He was choking on the heat that was twisting under his skin with a blinding intensity.

It had him panting with his brows squeezing together as he clenched around the erection inside of him. Twitching. He was shuddering when the blonde let out another of those guttural moans; it snapped out of the man in a pitch that had him squirming.

Had him clenching tighter around the erection inside of him with the blonde's hands tightening on his waist in response. A hard squeeze that had him whimpering up at the man who was pounding the air out of his lungs. Pounding at him so hard that it felt impossible to breath.

Like the moment he dragged a breath down into his lungs it seemed to be getting knocked out of his lungs in the next instant. It was hard to get a proper breath down into his hungry lungs that didn't wheeze down only to be knocked out of him in that next instant.

He was going to die the happiest man in the world. The blonde was pounding, pounding, pounding at him with such speed and strength that it was nearly hard to keep up with him. Hard to keep up with his eager, urgent husband who was pounding into him with such force that it had him squirming.

Had his back arching. He was a moaning, whining, whimpering mess beneath this man who seemed to delight in drawing those sounds out of him. It was hard to remind himself to be quiet, to be softer, when the blonde was seeming to enjoy getting those loud sounds out of him.

Delight in it and he couldn't stop himself from giving them. From stopping his throat from pulling tight with the moans that spilled out of him again and again with his fingers clutching at the cushion beneath him. The material rubbed against his erect nipples delightfully as his chest heaved.

Trying his best to meet the pounding thrusts of his husband's who held onto his hips tightly. Hard squeezes that had him wheezing out with his uncomfortably hot cheek pressing to the loveseat cushion with his hair rustling over it. The top of his head rhythmically hitting the arm lightly.

It was like something out of his best fantasies. He'd always wished the blonde would pin him down to this very loveseat the few times he'd been back here. He'd wanted it so bad but now here he was living out that fantasy. He was finally living out the fantasy that had been plaguing him for God knows how long now.

And now that he got to have it be reality? It was like a gift. It was like a present he didn't know he'd been wanting. And fuck, if it wasn't the best thing in the world. If it wasn't better than all the fantasies, he's had of Hizashi slamming him down on this loveseat of his and fucking his brains out.

The reality would always be better than the fantasy. Moaning at his husband desperately, eagerly, the blonde moaned back in that snapping pitch when the blonde then followed it with one of those deep, possessive growls. A snapping, throaty sound that had shivers racing down his back when he whimpered.

Without thinking when he jerked his hips back eagerly. Slamming against his pelvis again and again with his hands trembling in their tight holds on the cushion with his mouth dropping open. Gasping for air desperately as he slammed himself to the blonde's pelvis again and again.

He did his best to keep moving fast, fast, fast in time with the blonde's pulling hands. Fuck, who knew this night would turn out to be something amazing? Something so hot that he was sure he'd be shaky legged when he walked out of here. It was going to be obvious.

There was going to be no question as to what the two of them got up too when Hizashi went out on that stage red faced. When he came stumbling out on shaky legs and red cheeked. But that type of thing never went under the radar here; it was actually more common than one would think.

There were a few "private" rooms for something like this rather than bringing men or women to their dressing rooms. It was something of a privilege that he was allowed back here into his husband's room. He moaned into the cushion with his hips jutting backwards eagerly with his inner walls twitching.

Clenching tightly around the twitching shaft inside of him. The light scratch of the condom through the lube, the way his feverish brain insisted he could feel those piercings rubbing against him, was astronomical. It was out of this world. There was so much about this that had him panting raggedly.

He shuddered with his back arching when the blonde's nails dug into his hips before the man was shifting and a hand was slamming onto the arm rest of the loveseat. Holding onto it with hips pounding at him so damn hard that he swore he'd be driven into the floor.

He gasped with his brows squeezing together tightly with his mouth dropping open wide, wide, wide with an ecstatic cry flying out of him in response. He couldn't stop it. He clung to the cushion with the blonde pounding into him harder. Faster. Impossibly hard and fast which had him gasping as he squirmed with his left foot sliding over the floor.

His right leg trembled in its bent up position. His hands aching as he squeezed at their holds tightly to hold on to something. The blonde was fucking him so good, so hard and fast, that it was almost impossible to keep up with it. Almost impossible to stay in tune with the man who was pounding at him.

And then, with hips wriggling, the blonde thrusted into him, and he was wailing. Crying out loud, loud, loud at the heat that raked up his back. And the blonde kept that angle up as he began pounding into him hard, hard, hard with racing, hitching breaths being taken as his nails dragged over the loveseat.

Heat raced up his back again and again; wave after wave of heat that had him crying out in that exasperated, trilling note before he could stop himself. His hips jutted back eagerly with his toes curling tightly. And he hated to admit it, but he could feel a fluttering in his stomach.

A hot spark twisting into his lower stomach that was stroked tighter with each pounding thrust his husband gave. Tighter, tighter, tighter. Thrust, thrust, thrust. He was drowning under the hot heat waving up his back mercilessly as his husband pounded into him.

Thrusts that had him gasping as the blonde then reached beneath to grab his erection. And much to his delight, the blonde was stroking him fast, fast, fast in time with his pounding thrusts. With the speed that he used with the blonde moaning delightedly at him as he stroked him fast.

Oh, oh, oh how was he supposed to hold on when there was so much pleasure? When was the blonde fucking him so good it was hard to breathe? Hard to do anything other than accept the pounding thrusts of his husband's? He twisted and squirmed eagerly with his toes curling as his left foot tried to push off of the floor.

Gasping, moaning, whining. Whimpering, grunting, growling. It had him shuddering with his hips jutting backwards the best he could as that pleasure pooled into his stomach. Hot. Fast. A building pressure that had him mewling at his husband pleadingly with his hands holding on tight to the cushion.

Those strokes being given had him thrusting shamelessly into the blonde's hand without thinking twice about it. A teeter totter of hitting back against his husband's pelvis and thrusting into his hand shamelessly. His toes curling tightly with his breaths rasping down his throat as that little spark twisted tighter.

Each wave of heat that ripped up his back. Each stroke of his husband's hand. There was so much about the moment that had him so turned on that he didn't know left from right. Didn't know up from down. There was nothing he wanted more than to cling to the blonde, but he couldn't reach him.

His nails bit into the fabric of the loveseat then dragged over it uselessly with his hips rocking back and forth. Slamming against his husband's pelvis to chase after the pleasure that gushed into him. Clenching around the erection inside of him that was beginning to throb much like his own erection.

It felt too soon but God if it didn't feel right. If it didn't have him gasping enthusiastically with his nails digging into the cushion as his back arched with his nipples rubbing the fabric. It had him moaning desperately, urgently, at his husband in response as his legs shook.

All of him shook. He dared to say he was possibly drooling but he couldn't be sure of it. So good, so good, so good! He just needed a little more! A little more, more, more until he just-!

"It-It's okay, baby! God, you fe-feel so gooood! So good, baby! Mmm! Nnnnn, yo-you're so hot! So fu-fuckin' tight! Ah! Ah, ah, ah! Fuck! Squ-Squeeze me tighter! Tighter, baby, and- Like that! Just like that! Ohhhhh, Shouta, Shouta, you're so beautiful! Stunning! Se-Sexy! Gorgeous! Hnnnn! Haah! Ohhhh, baby, you're at th-the most perfect thing in the wo-world! Ah! Wh-Why don't you cum fo-for me, huh? Go ahead, baby! Cum for me!"

He couldn't explain the way his body bucked and arched. How he thrusted shamelessly into his husband's hand with a gasp as that hand squeezed him tight, tight, tight. His fingers rolling, grinding, over the dripping head as his hips jerked back to hit against his pelvis again and again.

Drowning in the heat as the blonde then slammed into his prostate. One, two, three. Hard hits that had him crying back as he threw his head backwards and God, he wanted to last longer. He wanted to say that they'd fucked longer than this, but his stamina was ruined tonight.

His world was shrinking down to a hot boiling point where nothing existed but this pleasure. Where nothing mattered but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi! Hizashi! He didn't know if he was yelling out loud or not with his fingers holding onto the cushion of the loveseat with the top of his head bumping against it.

He was burning up as his world boiled down. Hot, hot, hot. Everything was so hot. And the blonde's words, the assurance, were more than enough. The hard hits against him, the hits to his prostate, proved to be too much for him. He thrusted into his husband's hand shamelessly as he buried his face into the loveseat cushion.

Wailing out with his thighs shaking as they tensed up. His stomach flexing. And his eyes were squeezing shut as they rolled back on him with tingles rushing up his shaking thighs to explode into his stomach. And he was coming, coming, coming. He didn't know if he yelled that out either but he was stiffening up beneath his husband.

Clenching hard around that throbbing, amazing cock inside of him as the blonde snapped out a snarl. A guttural, rasping sound that sent shivers down his back as white-hot heat slammed over him. Rushing over him like a wave that gushed through him relentlessly.

Intent on knocking every little bit of him down. And he was gasping with his nails dragging over the fabric of the loveseat as he squirmed. Twisted. So good, so good, so good! Too good, too good, too good! Drowning, drowning, drowning. Choking, burning, coming.

He came so hard he swore he could hear his come as it splattered on his skin as he shook beneath his husband who pounded into him once, twice, three times more before stiffening up himself. Grunting above him as hips grinded against him frantically while he clenched tightly around that throbbing erection.

Pulsing. Just like his own erection that pulsed with each shot of come leaving him. Moaning into the pillow weakly, he rocked his hips forward into his husband's hand while hips rocked against him. He was so hot. Drowning. The white-hot heat he was suspended in lasted a year.

A decade. A century. An eternity. He was drowning under the rushing waves of his orgasm that choked him. Strangled him. Tore him apart like a pack of savage dogs. Shaking, shaking, shaking. And then, like a mercy, the orgasm was rushing out of him.

Leaving him limp as he slumped forward with a rushing breath leaving him as his hips threatened to sag but the blonde held him up. The hand holding his erection let go of him, the tight pressure on the base had been so nice, and the blonde groaned out like his bones were shattering.

Like he was falling apart. And then the blonde was sighing out as he relaxed against him with the hand on his waist caressing him gently when the blonde leaned forward. A kiss being pressed to the center of his back softly and the blonde began to pull his hips back weakly.

He whimpered in protest, but the blonde slipped out of him with a slick squelch as his inner walls fluttered together weakly. He couldn't help another whimper at how empty he was without his husband, without his plug, and the blonde shifted slightly then grabbed his waist gently.

Coaxing him to roll to which he grunted before rolling onto his side with his back to the loveseats back. His arms stretching out over his head as he watched Hizashi waddle over to his desk. His thong wrapped around his thighs when the blonde paused then reached down to detach the straps of his garter belt.

Worked his thong down his legs to his heeled feet. His husband had fucked him with his heels on. It had his softening cock twitching at the thought with his heart hammering against his chest when Hizashi then flicked his thong away. The soft light of the room calling attention to the adorable smattering of freckles over his ass.

His back. Smatterings he wants to kiss just like the ones on his chest. His shoulders. His thighs and hips. His cheeks. He squirmed slightly when the blonde fiddled slightly with himself before he listened to the squelch of slick rubber being tied off. A curse as the rubber snapped and squelched before the blonde was tossing it away.

And then he was tugging open the drawer to grab the wipes he kept there then turning with his heels thudding softly over the floor. Rushing over to him in his garter belt and stockings, the blonde never looked more beautiful. Even with his softening cock, he found himself staring shamelessly at his flushed husband.

Watching as he opened the top of the wipes and got to work on wiping him clean. Scooping the come off of his chest and stomach gently. Using another wipe to clean his cock off properly with soft, gentle swipes. And then there was another wipe being used to scrub his chest and stomach.

Firm, gentle pressure being given as he sighed out as the blonde scrubbed his skin clean. And then the blonde was standing to toss the dirty wipes away with heels thudding over the floor gently. The blonde rushed back to him, sinking down at the side of the loveseat when he grunted as he tugged his pants and boxers up.

Cringing at the dampness of his boxers but he knew it was inevitable until he got home. It's not like he was going to ask to borrow a thong or panties. He rolled towards the edge of the loveseat with his hands reaching for Hizashi, however, once his pants were up.

He curled his arms around the blonde who leaned forward. A hand reaching up to smooth his hair away from his forehead softly. And lips were pressing to his face; his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, the side of his nose, his eyebrow, his cheekbones, his forehead and the tip of his nose.

The bridge of it. And he was returning those kisses right back to his husband; targeting that forehead, his freckled cheeks, his jaw, his nose and the bridge of it where the smatterings were darker. His cheeks where he kissed those soft freckles adoringly when he nuzzled his nose to Hizashi's.

This got him a breathless giggle when the blonde nuzzled back as a hand smoothed over his sweaty forehead again. He nuzzled the blonde who nuzzled him back adoringly and it made his heart flutter in his chest. Made him tightened his arms around the blonde who curled an arm around his waist when the pulled apart.

Kisses were placed over his cheek again which had him laughing breathlessly as he tugged the blonde close as possible without dragging him on the loveseat. There simply wasn't enough room and he didn't want his husband hanging over the edge. He twisted silky blonde locks around his fingers.

A hand slid along his back lazily; a gentle up and down that had him melting. The blonde kissed at his face adoringly to which he returned them to the blonde. Kissing at the face he so adored, so loved and cherished as the blonde giggled at him and their foreheads nuzzled together.

Their noses brushing and bumping as their foreheads rested together. And there was a contentment. There was a tranquility in merely existing with his husband. In existing in the aftermath of a brutal fucking like that. He was more than happy to stay like this, forehead to forehead and his husband seemed to think the same.

And together, in unison, they were sighing out together; this had his husband giggling again and he couldn't help chuckling softly himself. Their foreheads nuzzling together when he tugged on the strands of hair that he had wrapped around his fingers.

Tugging playfully on them when the blonde's nose pressed against his. Their foreheads nuzzled together gently with their hands touching, petting, and tight around one another. There was nothing more perfect to this moment as his husband hummed softly before giggling at him.

"I lo-love you, baby! You kn-know that? You dr-drive me crazy!" Hizashi crooned softly with his fingers drifting along his back which sent shivers through him but the gentle nuzzling of their sweaty foreheads to one another was nicer than he dared to admit. There was something unbelievably nice about having his husband so close. His breath ghosting over his lips like that as his fingers tugged on his hair. "I really, re-really do love you, baby, you know that?"

"Of co-course I do!" He breathed back with his fingers twisting those blonde locks around his fingers with his lips twitching slightly. The warmth of Hizashi's breaths fanned over them; quick and shallow much like his own but his lips were twitching up into a smile. One that he knew would have his husband grinning like a damn fool if he could see it from a distance. And nuzzling his forehead to Hizashi's, he got a hum back. It was more than he could ever want as he smiled at the blonde. "I lo-love you too!" f