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!

38. Soak Up The Rays (Backyard Sex)

There was nothing Shouta loved more than his lazy afternoons with his husband. There was nothing he adored more than being able to twist himself up with Hizashi who always held him closer. Held him so damn tight that he felt like the air was being squeezed out of his lungs. He loved it when Hizashi held him like that. When he got to toy with his husband's long, silky locks without the blonde judging him in the slightest bit.

When he got to braid, twist, and play with the silky locks while the blonde hummed those sweet little ballads of his to him. When their legs twisted up and arms wrapped around one another with hands petting lazily. Sliding slowly over skin with lips on cheeks in adoring, pecking kisses. When lips were coming down on his own in smoldering kisses that lit him up from the inside out. The soft, sweet, tender kisses that made his chest ache.

There was nothing that he loved more than when his husband would flop down on the couch with him only for hands to tug him closer. Until he was sliding into the blonde's lap and arms were wrapped around him with lips on his cheek. On his jaw. And he adored that. When he nuzzled up to him and the sandalwood of his cologne, the citrus of his soaps, invaded his nose and he buried his face into his neck to inhale it.

To drag it down into his lungs. There's nothing he adores more than being able to be that close with his husband. It was something that they both treasured; something that was done without thinking twice about it. Even if it made Eri whine about joining them or Hitoshi to fake gag at them, he truly didn't mind it nearly as much as he thought he would. It was innocent. It was sweet. Having Hizashi's arms around him was a pleasure like nothing else.

To be given the ability to trace the planes of his face gently with the tips of his fingers. Features that he'd thought he had memorized after all this time only to be proven wrong. The face he so adored. There was nothing he loved more than when his husband's hands would slide up and down his back. Along his sides. Fingers that combed through his hair and scratched at his head.

The feeling of that hand smoothing over his hair adoringly, sweetly, while those green eyes glowed at him. A green so intense that it left him awed to see the highlights of blue. There was something so beautiful about seeing those soft highlights. To feel mesmerized over the length of those blonde lashes; how thick they were. The freckles that were a soft brown that he so adored. There was so much that he loved about being twisted up with his husband.

So much that he adored about being that close to his husband who always seemed to try and hug him impossibly closer. Hizashi always treated him with such tenderness, such sweetness, that he sometimes felt that his husband forgot he was more durable. That he was able to take whatever the blonde threw at him. In the days following the bastinado, his husband seemed to keep a watchful eye on him that Friday.

Checking on the sole of his foot throughout the day at his insistence. If he so much as shifted his weight the blonde was worrying over him in his silent way but he was more than happy to wave it off. It really hadn't been as awful as he'd thought it'd be; if anything, the burning pressure on the sole of his foot had felt nice. Good. It had been a reminder that made his heart sprint and his stomach flutter viciously throughout the day.

By the end of Friday, his sole was on fire and he was more than happy to climb into the car. To let Hizashi rub the cooling, amazing vitamin E lotion into the sole of his foot which felt absolutely amazing. He'd been over the moon at the way when he'd promised to ice his foot. Of course, he'd forgotten and he'd gotten an earful from his husband when he woke the next morning to Hizashi curled into his back.

There was no changing the fact that the blonde was unhappy when he mentioned the burning in his foot but he was happy. He was happy that they'd done something together successfully. That they'd tried something new and they'd hit the mark as close as they possibly could. He liked that they had done it. He liked the pain. He liked the achiness that radiated over the sole of his foot. He even liked the aftercare Hizashi gave him.

It took a few days but the pain was gone by Sunday. It was a bit disappointing the pain would leave so soon but Hizashi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The blonde didn't explicitly say they'd never do it again but he knew his husband tended to fuss and worry over him unnecessarily. And so, as they went about their hectic work week, he found himself wanting nothing more than to give his husband something.

Wanting to give him something good. He didn't know what he wanted to do for the blonde only that he wanted to do something. He wanted to take a look at their list but it was hard when he was flying from one place to the next them crashing in bed after he got Eri into bed for the night. It was hard to think about sex when he was up to his neck in work that all required his attention. All required his time and effort to get done.

They were nearing the end of the school year and graduation. There was more than enough to do as he prepared his students for their final exams. Both written and physical. There was the grading, the last minute tutoring for his students after class, and there was all the planning he needed to make. The emails to be sent out to parents about everything. Reminders for caps and gowns to be bought. Reminders to look presentable.

Reminders to turn in any late homework and new pages that had been sent in. Reading over essays sent to the student portal that he had to look over. There was almost too much to do. They were three weeks into May and as much as he wanted too, sex wasn't on his plate. Sex was the last thing on his mind despite his quiet desire to pick something. But it was hard to pull out the list when, at the end of the day, when his eye was fried from staring at papers. His screen.

His lashes heavy that being pulled into Hizashi's embrace was nice. Having his arms around him, the scent of his citrus soaps, it made it hard to bring up sex.

Hard when they were curled together with Hizashi cuddled into him and the warmth of his skin. It was hard to pull the list out when there was a contentment in merely going to bed together. While they'd gone longer without sex, gone longer without talking about it, he found himself restless. He didn't want to go weeks upon weeks without sex but he found that he wanted nothing more than to do something with his husband.

And yet, the third week of May came and went. The fourth week started up with work waiting in piles for them to get done. Running from one spot to the next. Trying to tackle the task list that was laid out for each of them before their anniversary came up in the middle of June. There was nothing he wanted more than to make sure that he was ready for it. That all of his work was completed and done. He wanted to be ready for whatever it was that his husband had planned.

And while he wanted to have sex, he knew it simply wasn't possible when he was so exhausted at the end of the day. He wanted nothing more than to be able to make love with his husband but there was so much work demanding his time. So much work that needed to get done. Needed to be completed. A soft hum to the side of him tore him out of his thoughts when his lashes fluttered on his cheeks with the backs of his eyelid dyed red.

He opened his eye as he rolled his head towards his husband when he then rolled onto his side. His feet sliding over the blanket then popping up onto his elbow next to the blonde as he rested his head on his hand. Smiling down at the sight of his husband. The blonde had his hair spread out on the blanket above his head like a golden halo. His lashes resting on pink cheeks with lips parted ever so slightly.

A face of such tranquility it had him struggling to breathe properly at how beautiful his husband looked. How peaceful he appeared in the sunlight that poured over the two of them. Warming his skin; warming him to his core when he looked up at the electric blue sky. Looking back down at his husband, he found those vibrant eyes on him. A brilliant green that glowed like emeralds in the bright sunlight.

He lifted his hand up as he squirmed closer to the blonde with his hand reaching out to touch that freckled cheek softly. Warm beneath his fingertips. He trailed his fingers down Hizashi's cheek to his jaw where he slid his fingers along it as the blonde's head turned towards him. Those blonde lashes fluttering at him when he reached back to tuck his hair behind his ear gently. Tracing the shell of his ear with the tips of his fingers.

He then brushed his fingers along the blonde's jaw again with those eyes shimmering at him. The soft highlights of blue that he so adored making themselves known. His lips parting with a tingle as that longing twisted into his chest; gripping at his bones. Eri and Hitoshi both have afterschool activities today; this gave them two glorious hours together. And he had insisted on not working for once.

That for one afternoon, he wanted time for them. Hizashi would be running off to pick Eri up at four and he'd be making dinner then they'd sit down to work on their grading. To help Eri with her homework before bedtime. But until then, he wanted two hours to them. For them to relax. To be together. He found himself inching forward over the blanket to the blonde who stared at him with an intensity when those eyes dropped to his lips.

Watching him when he licked them; and then an arm was stretching out to wrap around his waist to tug him closer. The blanket bunching up slightly beneath him but he happily let himself be pulled closer to the blonde. Hovering over the blonde was he balanced on his arm, hair spilling over his shoulders. Hizashi's hands raised to tuck his hair behind his ears. And then that arm was wrapping around his waist once more as he braced his arm to the ground.

The grass wasn't that bright vibrant green yet but rather a gentle green. Growing back after the long winter and all the rain of April. Leaning above his husband who stared up at him with those jewel like eyes; so bright. Soft blues playing in the green that he adored more than anything. He lifted his hand up to caress his husband's cheek again. It felt like it had been too long since they had time alone.

They were so busy that these past three days had felt like three additional weeks. So busy. Taking more, more, more work to make sure they were free the week end of their anniversary. He trailed his fingers down the blonde's cheek gently when he then brought his fingers to his mouth. Touching his soft lower lip that he traced with the tips of his fingers. That upper lip. He traced the shape of his husband's mouth gently when he leaned down closer to the blonde as arms tugged at his waist.

Wanting him closer which he was more than happy to give to his husband. The blonde stared up at him with a spark of desire in those eyes. He could drown in that crystalline, emerald of his eyes. Blonde hair shining like silk spun gold. Rays of the sun. The soft brown freckles that demanded kisses. Hizashi was so beautiful it was downright painful just to look down at him like this.

The warmth of the sun beat down on the back of his head, the top of it, and down his back. Leaving him warm under the rays as he leaned down to his husband who pulled him closer. And arm curling up around his shoulders with fingers sinking into his hair. Cupping the back of his head. And he was more than happy to be pulled down towards his husband with blonde lashes fluttering before shutting.

And he happily pressed his lips to the blonde's firmly; a press that sent a shock down his back and had his stomach fluttering. He pressed his lips to the blonde's for a moment before he began to move his lips. Gentle, tender kisses given that were returned to him. He leaned forward with a hand planting to the ground by his husband's hip as he moved his lips with his husband's. The quiet whisper of their moving lips when a bird twittered somewhere near by.

There was an adoring tenderness to the way that Hizashi kissed him. Slow. Easy. Kisses that had him swooning as his husband's arm tightened around his waist and shoulders. Kissing his husband softly with that tenderness as he admired the softness to his husband's lips. The warmth. Everything about Hizashi was radiating warm. Like his very own little sunspot. He shifted his legs slightly with his knees curling up slightly before he was shifting.

And then he was swinging himself over the blonde. Sliding his right leg over the blonde, the prosthetic hitting off of the ground with a thud, but he didn't mind it one bit. Neither did Hizashi, it seemed, as arms tightened around him when he straddled the blonde's waist. Kissing him with that tender warmth when the hand resting on his back began to slide up and down calmingly. Gently.

Fingers pushing into his back when he shivered with his hips pressing down against his husband's. Twisting himself down against the blonde their chests pressed tightly together with hands braced to the ground. He slid down onto his forearms to lower himself properly against the blonde who moved his lips delightfully. Amazingly. Fingers curling in his hair to scratch at the back of his head softly sending tingles racing down his back in response.

There was nothing he loved more than when they made time for one another. When they were twisted up like this with lips pressed together with a gentle passion. One that he absolutely adored. Fingers pressed into the middle of his back; sliding along the center of it again and again which had him squirming. Shifting against his husband with his hips pressing down against the blonde who let out a soft hum at him.

Nails scratching at him again sent shivers down his back when noted the ache that spread up his thighs as his knees dug into the hard ground. He ignored it when the hand in his hair tugged gently at the locks which sent a bolt down his back. Had him inhaling sharply before pressing himself down tightly against the blonde beneath him. There was a laziness, an idle ease to the way he kissed the blonde. There was something unbelievably nice about stretching out in the sun of the afternoon.

Moving his lips against Hizashi's, he lifted a hand up to place on his chest when the hand on his back moved down. Rubbing over his lower back before then reaching down to rub his hand over the curve of his ass. Giving a hard squeeze that had him letting out a soft noise of his own with his fingers curling slightly to twist into the material of his shirt. Holding onto his husband when that hand squeezed his ass firmly.

Palming, squishing, with a shamelessness It had his stomach fluttering wildly with his breaths catching in his throat in response. When the blonde then rubbed his hand over his ass again before squeezing. Palming. The hand in his hair curling to scratch at his head delightfully, he kissed his husband with a bit more force; pressing his lips to the blonde's harder. Firmer. He was more than delighted to do so when the blonde squeezed his ass again.

A good squeeze that had his toes curling tightly when he listened to the twittering birdsong above them in a tree. Somewhere close by. It was a reminder that they were outside. That they were doing something private in a somewhat public setting. It was exciting. Unfairly, completely exciting. It had his heart racing in his chest as he kissed his husband with a spark of eagerness twisting into his chest.

The blonde then arched his hips up to press against him tightly. The hand holding his ass dragging him down closer against him for a tighter press. He happily pressed himself down against his husband as lips dragged against his own with that light smack. A deafening sound in the quiet of their backyard as the budding leaves rustled together. There was a laziness to the way Hizashi kissed him; taking his time with it.

All while his hand palmed at his ass while he plucked at his shirt restlessly before sliding his hand down to. Rubbing his fingers over his husband's nipple. Pinching the metal of his piercing which he tugged on which earned him a whine from the blonde. And then he was trailing his fingers over his nipple again and again with swirling touches over his areola and his nipple.

He touched the blonde gently, delicately, before pinching it lightly which had his husband's chest arching. Pushing into his hand without thinking twice about it; without hesitation. He pinched at his nipple that was perking up when he tugged up with the blonde whining again. He increased the force of his pinch then twisted side to side with the blonde squirming beneath him. Twisting. It was exciting when he continued to twist his fingers side to side.

Rolling his nipple between his index finger and thumb in circles that had his husband shifting. He was electrified. Doing something like this in their backyard? An open, public space? It was by far the most exciting thing in the world. He was thrumming from head to toe with his heart hammering against his chest. Exhilarated by the rush of the moment. The excitement. There was nothing he wanted more than to melt into the blonde beneath him.

To crawl under his skin. Kissing his husband harder, pressing his lips against those soft ones harder, the blonde returned his press as their kisses began to increase in speed. Moving quicker. A quiet hum in the back of his throat broke out of him as he kissed his husband. There was a thrumming beneath his skin; like a livewire had been placed beneath it. Making him all too aware of where he was. What he was doing. It should be shameful. It should be embarrassing.

Instead, he was just as excited as he had been when the blonde had fucked him in the bathroom of that café. It was a thrill similar to the frottage they did in the staff room at the school. There was a freedom to the wide open space they were in and he couldn't deny the excitement he felt unfurling in his chest. The excitement that thrummed as his blood rushed through his veins when his husband let out another of those soft noises.

He pressed himself down tightly to his husband as he pushed him into the ground lightly which had the blonde groaning. He shivered at the sound that had his dick twitching curiously. A jolt of excitement bursting through him. A rush. Pressing his hips down against his husband, he then shifted before he nudged his hips down against the blonde. A nudge that was returned to him by the blonde which had his toes curling when he nudged at the blonde again.

This had hips nudging up against him with the hand on his ass squeezing fiercely. He then began to roll his hips down to grind against his husband delightedly who groaned encouragingly at him. The hand on his ass letting go to slip up his back in a sleek caress that had him sighing out through his nose when his back arched under that hand. Fingers pressing down against his back making that slide shiver worthy.

Moving his lips against Hizashi's, he ground down against the blonde in cautious, tight circles. He pressed against his husband as he rolled his nipple between his fingers. Pinching tightly which got him a yelp from his husband; a muffled sound that tore out of the blonde. Letting it go to flick his fingers over it again as it remained hard against the fabric of his t-shirt. He placed his hand to the ground then lifted his left hand up to begin toying with the blonde's other nipple.

Trailing his palm and fingers over it again and again with brushing touches that had the blonde exhaling shakily. Then that hand slid down his back to toy with the hem of his own t-shirt. Flicking it up gently then tugging it down; a repeated action until his husband's fingers slipped beneath his shirt. His hand was chilly with the light breeze that kicked up; tugging at his clothing and his hair lightly causing it to flutter against his neck. His cheek.

The blonde's hand was cool but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit when his husband's hand slipped up beneath his shirt with fingers spreading out. His palm brushing over his back as it moved up and down which had it arching. He trailed his fingers over his husband's clothed nipple before pinching it when it began to harden up beneath his caressing fingers. He then felt his husband's hips arching up to grind against him.

Moving in those same cautious, tight circles against him. It had his toes curling tightly with a bolt of excitement rushing through him again when he pressed his hips down tightly to his husband's. Both moving together with the quiet rustle of their clothing ringing out to mix in with the brushing whisper of their moving lips. The light smack. The quiet, back of throat sounds being made.

The blonde slid his hand up and down along his back with fingers swirling over his skin. Making idle shapes, tracing scars, as he squirmed eagerly above the blonde. Hizashi hummed at him then with nails dragging lightly over his skin; a scratch that had him shuddering. It was thrilling. Exciting. The fingers in his hair curled to scratch his head firmly before tugging at the locks sending a spark down his back.

It had his dick twitching when he groaned quietly at his husband when hips thrusted up against him instinctively sending his stomach into a fluttering mess. Pleasure pooling into his stomach from the action as he rolled his hips down against the blonde without thinking twice about it. Grinding himself against the blonde who shuddered with a trembling breath in his throat that rushed out of him on a sharp exhale.

Nails then dragged down his back which arched slightly with the blonde's hips wriggling beneath him before bucking up against him again then grinding viciously. Tight circles that had him moaning quietly, excitedly, at the blonde who let out a soft groan back. Grinding, grinding, grinding. It had his dick twitching in a volley when he took a trembling breath through his nose with the blonde holding onto him tightly.

Arms tightening around him when he rolled his nipple between his finger and thumb delightedly. What he'd give to be skin-to-skin with his husband. Could they do it? Could they get away with it? He didn't want the police called on them by their numbers but would they get in trouble? It was technically their backyard so surely the cops couldn't charge them with anything, could they? He felt uncertain but the idea was a tempting thought.

There's no one who could tell him they couldn't be naked in their own yard, right? It's not like the neighbors had kids; not the ones on either side and to the back of them. Squirming against his husband, shifting his weight slightly then grinding down against him. He let his husband's arms tighten around him again with hips grinding up against him. It was a shiver-worth sensation that had his breaths racing ever so slightly with his heart thudding solidly against his chest in hard hits.

Thudding, thudding, thudding. Hits that had him whining softly to his husband who held him so damn tight it felt impossible to move even thought he managed it. Rolling, grinding, moving. Letting his husband's fingers dance up and down his back with traced shapes into his skin that had him utterly breathless with his back arching. His hips grinding down against the blonde with his dick twitching in response to the friction that he was getting from that tight grinding.

From the excitement. There was undoubtedly a rush that had him heaving in a breath when the blonde ground up against him. Tight circles that had him sighing out through his nose in response with his fingers flicking over his nipple. He rubbed the pads of his fingers over his areola. Loving the way his husband arched up from the blanket to press against him.

He rubbed his hand over his husband's chest while his hips ground down against his husband. And then hips were bucking up to press against him and they were rolling over. He flew over with a huff as he landed on his back with the blonde rolling up between his thighs that he spread. Opening himself up wide to the blonde when he pressed his feet to the blanket as Hizashi's hips rolled down against him in that tight grind.

It had his breath huffing out of him as he curled his arms around the blonde in response with his fingers going to silky locks. The other skimming up and down along his husband's side with the blonde squirming and twisting against him. Pressing down against him with hips rolling into him to which he arched his hips up to grind with his husband. Tight circles that had him breathless when the blonde kissed him with a budding desire that ran like an undercurrent into the kiss.

Something that he returned with his hand slipping beneath the hem of his husband's t-shirt to touch the warmth of his waist. Fanning his hand out to soak up that heat of his husband as he slipped his hand up his husband's side with goosebumps raising beneath his hand. He tugged at those blonde locks eagerly with his hips grinding up against his husband who huffed out then with his hand sliding along his thigh.

Lips sliding against his quickly with that hard press that had his own lips tingling. His heart jumped in his chest wildly with its racing beats when he shivered at the hunger that was beginning to make itself known in the kisses they shared. Running like an undercurrent into the kiss that he returned. Without hesitation. He kissed his husband eagerly with his nails scratching over his waist with the blonde grinding down against him hard. Fast.

Circles that he copied to the best of his ability with a moan in his throat when his back arched from the ground. His heartbeat throbbing quietly in his ears when his dick twitched in another volley. Twitching, twitching, twitching. He happily kept his thighs spread open for his husband. The spread made a whole world of difference. Oh, that friction felt positively amazing with the wide spread.

He shuddered with his feet pushing into the ground as he arched his hips up. Grinding in hard circles that were returned to him in kind with the blonde moaning at him softly as hair slid over his shoulders to tickle the sides of his neck. His cheek. He clutched the blonde close, close, close with that itching desire to have him close as possible. To drag that sandalwood cologne down into his lungs.

He happily held onto the blonde who pressed down to push him into the ground Accepted that squishing pressure as a hand slid along his thigh while the hand in his hair tightened slightly. Tugging on his hair with nails dragging over his scalp had him squirming in response; his back attempting to arch from the ground only to have the blonde pushing him down. Pressing him into the ground which he absolutely adored.

Grinding with his husband, those lips moved against his with a desire and lust that he'd recognize anywhere. Something that had him huffing through his nose in response when he slid his hand along his husband's side. Sweeping caresses that had the man squirming. Twisting against him when he then slid his hand to his waist where he curled his fingers to scratch at him. Dragging his nails along his waist hard enough to get his husband releasing a low moan at him.

One that he couldn't help mirroring with a moan of his own when his husband's hips pressed down harder. Pinning him in place, he grinded into his husband who copied that furious grinding into him. Friction that had his dick twitching in a volley when he felt something wet drip into his boxers. And again. Dripping into the material with his hips arching up higher. Pressing harder against his husband.

Moaning lowly in his throat when the blonde replied with that answering pressure and strength. Hips rolling in circles that had his toes curling tightly. Fuck, if it wasn't the most amazing thing in the world. He clung to the blonde when he whimpered at the hard thrust his husband gave against him. A hit that had him huffing through his nose with his lacks fluttering on his hot cheeks as he kissed his husband with that desire.

That lust that he felt twisting beneath his skin as heat flashed over his skin; a burst of heat that then sank down to run along his bones. Gripping him in a grasp that had him sucking in a shaky breath. The desire unfurling in his chest to go hand-in-hand with the excitement that fluttered there. He was absolutely drowning in his own heat as he ground up against his husband in tight circles.

It had the blonde moaning lowly at him with the hand on his thigh squeezing at him. A nice, hard grip that had him squirming eagerly beneath the blonde. He wanted nothing more than to do it. To say that he was bold enough to do this and perhaps he is. He wants nothing more than to be able to shed their clothing and go nuts right here in the backyard. After all, it was their backyard so was there anything stopping them? Anything keeping them from doing this?

He swore he saw it on the list. He swore he'd seen it written down in his husband's rather elegant scrawl on the page; backyard sex. God knows it was certainly warm enough to do something like this outdoors. It was a bit chilly with the light breeze that tugged at his hair and his shirt, but he could live with it. The sun was warm enough to keep it from being overpowering. He kissed his husband harder, faster, with that lustful desire.

The passion that he felt simmering in his veins as his husband ground against him in tight, vicious circles that had his dick twitching in a volley. And perhaps it was a mix of that excitement, that exhilaration, the determination, that had blood draining from his head quickly. Rushing through his veins so damn fast that it ached as his dick twitched in a volley again with the gushing blood pooling into it.

He gasped in sharply through his nose when he felt himself beginning to stiffen up. Sliding his hand from Hizashi's hair, he then pushed gently on the blonde's shoulder to push him back. The blonde lifted up right away with a sharp smack as lips left his. Breaths taken with hitches when the blonde then paused the rolling of his hips before blinking at him with a realization dawning on his face. And God help him, it had his face burning hotly in response.

"You're hard? Already? It's not a bad thing! Oh, fuck, I didn't mean to say it like that!" His husband babbled down at him when the hand on his thigh came up to touch his hot cheek with a thumb sliding over his cheekbone. A look of worry pinching at his husband's face when he swallowed. "I'm sorry! There's no shame in that! If you're excited then you're excited, you know? What do you say we go inside and do this there, huh? If you're in the mood, that is! Which, obviously, you are, right?"

Listening to his husband babble, he stared up at the red face above him for a moment. Admiring how, even in shadow, those eyes glittered at him with such gentle adoration and worry that it had him reaching up to touch his husband's cheek as well. And he knew he needed to say it. It was eight words. Eight little words that he needed to say to his husband as his mouth opened and he- "I want you to fuck me. Right here."

Blonde lashes fluttered as red framed glasses slipped down his husband's nose slightly only for those green eyes to widen at him. His mouth dropping open as his brows shot up on his forehead and he swore his husband was growing redder by the second. It was a lovely blush on his cheek that he caressed gently when his husband's lips moved silently before he spoke. "You want me to fuck you? Out here? In the backyard? Are you sure you want to-to do something so risky?"

"I want to do this with you, love. I want you to fuck me into the damn ground." Petting his husband's red cheek, he then smiled up at his husband when he wriggled his hips beneath him when the blonde swallowed. His Adam's Apple bobbing with the movement as he watched his throat move. "Don't you think that's exciting? Hot? Needing to be quiet because it's outside? Knowing someone could overhear? That you'd be fucking me in such an open place where anyone can catch us?"

God, the way his husband blushed was so beautiful. The way those eyes widened at him with his mouth hanging open slightly again was the highlight of his afternoon when he shifted himself slightly as he caressed his husband's jaw. And then the look of surprise, the glitter of shock in his eyes, shifted to one of mischief. One that told him his husband was catching on when the man grinned at him. "Oh, that's what you find hot, baby, then I won't judge it! But I guess when you say it like that-"

"Well, I'm only using your logic on yourself, love! I mean, I think it'd be pretty hot having to keep quiet to keep anyone from peeking over the fence. Knowing that you're fucking me so good I want to yell and shout but I can't because we need to stay quiet." He slid his fingers along his husband's jaw to his chin with heat crackling under his skin. He was turning himself on more than his husband, but he didn't care. "Knowing that anyone could catch us with your cock inside of me? That anyone could watch as you fuck me? That's hot."

"Fuck, baby, you must really want it if you're talking dirty to me already!" The blonde breathed out with that sparkle to his gaze, and it had his stomach fluttering when Hizashi began to shift. His hips lightening on his own when the blonde shifted then began to work his hand out of his curls and pressing to the ground. Preparing to leave him there when the blonde grinned down at him. "Alright then! We'll fuck in the backyard today! Now, I'll be right back, I'm going to go get the-"

"I already have a condom. And the lube." He admitted with his face burning when his husband looked down at him with another spark of surprise to him when the blonde looked down at him. And he swore that grin widened on his lips when he looked away with his fingers toying with the hem of his husband's t-shirt. "I just- I wanted to be prepared, you know? I wasn't actively thinking about it, you know? Just on the off-chance we did it, I wanted to be ready! I even did some preparation to make it easier!"

"I love you so fucking much, you horny little bastard, you! Let's get you ready, yeah, baby?" Hizashi replied when he pushed off of the ground to grab the hem of his t-shirt that he was toying with. And much to his delight, the fabric was coming up to reveal that toned, muscular stomach of his husband's and his chest. That grin wide on his husband's lips as the shirt was bunched up and his arms slid through the sleeves.

Bunching his shirt up to slide over his head, he admired his husband's softly freckled skin. The studs that winked at him from his nipples, the blonde curls of hair, the tracing of his name on his collar bone. His toned stomach with a pink gem shining in his navel piercing that he adored. The light dusting of blonde hair running below his navel that gradually thickened the further down it got before disappearing beneath the waistline of his pants.

It had his mouthwatering when his gaze lowered to the blonde's crotch with his half-hard erection twitching. His husband tossed his shirt to the ground next to them. Blonde locks swaying as they bounced into place with the blonde leaning forward on his knees with his hands reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. Plucking the strings apart when he reached into his pocket to pull out the lube and condom which he set on the blanket.

And then, staring down at the forming bulge at his crotch, he lifted his hips up for his husband who curled his fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. Letting the blonde tug gently on his clothing as they were pulled down from his hips to his upper thighs. His face burned with a blush when his half-hard erection was revealed as it continued to stiffen upwards. Doing so until it was resting against his stomach with a twitch.

Pre-come glistening on the slit as his husband stared at him with such hunger that it had him swallowing. His husband worked his clothing down his thighs to his knees. Mindful of his prosthetic, his husband gently worked his clothing down around it with the metal glistening in the light. And then his husband was pulling his prosthetic foot free of the clothing then doing the same with his left foot.

Tossing his clothing into a heap on the grass beside them with those green eyes burning at him. Staring at him with a look of desire, with those pupils expanding when he let his thighs fall open. His hips canting upwards slightly with his hair sliding over his shoulders to rest against his upper back. And it was a rush. Here he was, laying out on the blanket with not a stitch of clothing on. Grass tickling his fingertips.

The cool air tickling across his body sending a shiver down his back. The sunlight that felt so warm on his skin. All of it was a reminder that he was stripped bare for his husband who stared at him in awe. And then, without his husband needing to say a word to him, he was lifting his right leg up to swing over his husband's head carefully with the metal glinting in the light. He rolled over with his knees planting apart on the blanket with his hips arching up.

Upwards and back towards his husband who made a choked sound behind him. A sound that lit his blood aflame when he felt Hizashi moving behind him when he watched the lube being picked up as he let his knees slide over the blanket. There was a crackling excitement under his skin. That with each gentle breeze told him he was stripped bare in his backyard. A risky move. Very risky. He loved that.

It had his blood pumping fast through his veins as when he listened to the light squelch of lube being spread then the light sound of the lube being dropped to the blanket. Fingers brushed over his cheek before they slid over him with a palm pressing firmly to his cheek to squeeze him. A hard squeeze before spreading him apart with his breath catching in his throat at the slick touch of Hizashi's fingers against him.

Fingers that slipped over him slickly in an up and down rub that had him biting at his lip to muffle the whine that tried it's best to claw its way out of his throat. He listened to the light squelch as his husband's petted him; sliding up and down, up and down, up and down. A slick rub that had his hole twitching before he could stop it as his face burned uncomfortably hot when the blonde groaned lowly behind him.

He had to admit that while he was hard, he hoped Hizashi got there soon. The blonde wasn't much of an exhibitionist, but he didn't mind that in the slightest bit. Fingers slipped over his skin slickly with rubs that had his toes curling; rubs that had his stomach fluttering. The blonde pressed down just firmly enough to give the impression that both of his fingers could slip into him at any moment. And if he was honest with himself, he probably could.

Those fingers could push into him if he wanted to do it. The blonde's fingers slipped over him with a slight curl to give a pressured push at him. His hole dared to twitch again when the blonde let out a low hum to him that ran over his skin. Vibrations that made his skin break out in goosebumps when another breeze tickled over his skin. The heat of the sun was keeping it from being overwhelmingly chilly.

His husband's fingers then began to swirl in circles; pressured circles with that slight bounce that always drove him up the wall. Firm, light, firm, light, firm, light. His foot wriggled before he could stop it as his thighs trembled with a squirm when his husband continued his bouncing circles. Fingertips just barely prodding at his hole which had his breaths catching in his throat when he shivered.

He swallowed when the blonde let out another hum as fingers rolled in firm, slow circles over his hole. Taking his sweet time which had him squirming. Twisting. Wanting those fingers to push into him. Wanting those fingers to stretch him wide. Needing it. Needing him. God, it was so exciting knowing they were doing this under the electric blue sky. Knowing that if he looked up, he would see fluffy blue clouds drifting over the sky.

Knowing that anyone, if they were suspicious enough, could peek over the tops of the fences to see what was going on and catch them in the act. The silence would be much needed to get through this and God if that wasn't exciting. If that didn't light his blood aflame with heat that twisted under the surface of his skin. Knowing he was dancing on a precarious edge that could end amazing or horribly was a thrill he hadn't known he'd been wanting.

Hadn't known he needed. It was like his blood was electric in his veins. His husband's fingers pressed against him in that touch and go sensation with slow circles rolled into him that had his hole twitching again. His teeth dug into his lip when the blonde curled his fingers with that firm pressure being used as the tips of them prodded at his hole again. Rolling the tips over the rim of his hole with a whimper in his throat.

He felt his husband beginning to push at him. His breaths raced through his nose as his teeth dug into his lip fiercely. A hard bite that had pain shrieking down to his chin when his husband's fingers pushed at him curiously with that pressure. And then, then, then those fingers were sliding inside of him; the stretch was sudden, the rim of his hole stinging from the sudden spread. But God if it didn't have him moaning into the blanket as his fingers twisted into the fabric.

Holding onto something as grass tickled his knuckles. He clung to the blanket with fists shaking as his hole burned lightly from the spread. Stretched so full so suddenly but he'd tried his best to be thorough as he could be before Hizashi had invited him outside to lay on the blanket. Moaning again when the pads of those fingers pressed into his inner wall began to roll soothing circles as he clenched tightly around them. Clamping down.

Oh, his husband might have long, slender fingers but God if they didn't fill him up. If they didn't have him shuddering with his hips jutting back eagerly with his hands holding onto the blanket with his thighs falling open wider. His erection twitching against his stomach with pre-come smearing onto it as he clamped around his husband's fingers. Fuck, they felt so good inside of him.

Sure, there was a light burn from the sudden spread, but he didn't mind it one damn bit. Not one. He shuddered with those fingers continuing to roll circles into his inner wall. As if trying to convince him to relax. Coaxing him into relaxing. It had him moaning lowly in his throat again with his his teeth dragging over his bottom lip with pain blistering down to his chin. Over his lip. His mouth fell open slightly with his racing breaths as Hizashi's hand squeezed his cheek gently.

As if to comfort him that way as well. He needed a moment. Just a moment. He pressed his cheek to the blanket with the grass crinkling beneath the blanket he could hear the grass being crushed beneath his cheek. He held himself still; he didn't want to convince his husband somehow that he was ready when he wasn't. He needed a moment before his husband started thrusting. Before he started spreading.

And the blonde seemed to understand that when he leaned forward as another breeze tickled over them both. Had goosebumps breaking out over his skin when Hizashi pressed soft kisses to his back. Kisses that had him whining lowly in his throat as he tried to keep himself quieter than usual. To be quiet, quiet, quiet even if the sounds that would follow would give them away.

The blonde continued to roll his fingers into his inner walls while he squeezed around those fingers with another low moan in his throat. The stretch was amazing; he absolutely adored it but the burn from the rim of his hole told him it was too sudden, but he wanted to ignore it. To forsake it. To insist his husband, move but he wasn't going to force the blonde to do something he was uncomfortable with.

Taking trembling breaths trying to relax himself, the hand on his cheek kneaded at him softly in time with the circles rolled into him. It had him fighting the urge to shake his hips when his husband's fingers curled into him. It was a press that had him shuddering with his back arching slightly. He jutted his hips back eagerly when his husband continued with those firm circles. God, it was amazing.

His husband's fingers rolled into him firmly, without hesitation, with those soft kisses pressed into his back. Kisses that had him damn near swooning as his hips angled backwards. His husband kissed, nipped, and nuzzled along his back to get him to relax. Comforting. He shivered with his fingers squeezing their holds he had on the blanket when his husband then spread his fingers out gently.

Pushing at him with his breath catching in his throat when he angled his hips back shamelessly at the gentle way the blonde pushed out. Stretching him open. The blonde repeated the action again, again, again. Spreading, spreading, spreading. He was gentle with him and God if it wasn't absolutely amazing. He didn't need much; just a little more. He'd already done most of the preparation inside when he'd been in the bathroom.

He'd been thinking of lovemaking this afternoon, but he hadn't thought he'd be doing it outside but here he was. The idea had never occurred to him when he shivered as his husband continued to spread his fingers out before pressing them together then pulling back and thrusting forward shallowly. Gentle. A slick slide that was punctuated by a slick squelch.

His husband's kept his thrusts slow, gentle, with inching movements that had him moaning into the blanket. It was sensitive, the rim of his hole still burned lightly, but he was able to ignore it when those fingers were sliding into him gently. Thrusts that remained cautious, gentle, had him damn near swooning into the ground as his husband took his time with the thrusts. Gentle, shallow thrusts that were broken up by those fingers spreading out gently as lips fluttered along the center of his back.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading his fingers out. A rhythm he'd recognize anywhere but his husband was being unimaginably gentle. Tender. Sweet. It had him gasping in with his fingers trembling in their light ache. There was so much tenderness it had him whimpering into the blanket with his face pushing into the thick comforter they used. He needed to be quiet. Knew he needed to be.

However the sweetness, the tenderness, was making him come undone far faster than his husband fucking him roughly with his fingers. This was much, much better as his husband took his time with his thrusts. Slow, gentle thrusts with the pads of those fingers rubbing against his inner wall. Rubbing at him firmly to keep it from becoming overwhelming when he shuddered.

The slick squelch of his moving fingers rang out like shots of sound that had him gasping in his air with his fingers tightening on the blanket. In and out, in and out, in and out. The gentle thrusts were broken up by spreads of his husband's fingers; pushing at his inner walls insistently again and again. A back to back motion with his fingers scissoring out to push at him. Thrusting into him with even thrusts that felt damn good. So good.

Even if his husband wasn't fucking him fast and hard with his fingers, this felt right. Amazing even. His husband continued thrusting his fingers into him slowly, sluggishly. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Spreading, spreading, spreading. Pushing at his trembling inner walls that tried their best to strangle his fingers back together each time he spread them out. God, it was a rush. This was a risk unlike any other; sure, he'd done something in the staff room with his husband and a closet.

He'd fucked in the backseat of their car on a deserted road and once in a café bathroom. But this? This was much riskier. This was their home. This was out in the backyard where anyone could peek over the fence top and catch them. His heart hammering against his chest in solid thuds that had him feeling airy. Weightless as the cool air tickled over his skin again. Brushing over him and tugging at his hair playfully as his husband thrusted his fingers into him.

Rubbing the pads of his fingers against his inner walls. Thrusting into him a bit quicker, he happily arched his hips back towards his husband as fingers thrusted, thrusted, thrusted into him. That tenderness to get him squeezing tightly around those slender fingers. Moaning lowly in his throat at the stretch when the blonde spread his fingers out again and again. Back to back spreads that were repeated over and over with pushes at his inner walls that trembled.

Trying to bring his fingers together. His husband's thrusts remained tender, gentle, yet the quicker speed had him squirming delightedly, eagerly, with his inner walls clamping around those thrusting fingers. Twitching his hips back to meet those shallow thrusts of his husband's fingers that spread out again and again. Pushing. Stretching. It had him moaning happily into the blanket, low in his throat, with the blonde groaning quietly when he spread his fingers out.

Stretching him open wide, wide, wide. It had him squirming slightly with his knees digging into the blanket. Into the ground. He didn't mind it one damn bit as his husband's fingers spread out again and again. Relentless. Pushing at him gently with an insistence that had his stomach fluttering wildly. God did his husband know how to be the perfect line of tender and thorough. His husband spread his fingers out repeatedly with pushes at his inner walls.

The blonde hummed softly at him as the hand holding his cheek tightened on him. Squeezing gently before those slick fingers were pressing together to thrust into him gently. Tenderly. He whimpered impatiently at his husband who merely clicked his tongue at him; as if telling him to have more patience. He shuddered with his heart jumping against his chest when the blonde spread his fingers out again and again. Pushing, pushing, pushing.

Then his husband pulled his fingers out of him with a slick squelch that had his heart racing in his chest when the blonde shifted behind him with a jingle of his belt buckle being worked apart. The zip of his zipper. His husband moved behind him with the condom wrapper crinkling lightly. The light, wet sound of lube being spread over piercings. Thudding, thudding, thudding. He shifted then to sit up on his knees when he looked over his shoulder to find his husband tearing open the condom.

Reaching in for the slippery ring when he twisted on his knees slightly to face the blonde as he dropped his hands down.

Sliding the condom onto himself, mindful of his piercings, as it was tugged into place at the base when the lube was picked up and dollop squirted onto his palm. Rubbed over himself with a slick squelch as his hand twisted and curved over himself. And the blonde's condomed erection glistened in the sunlight beautifully when he reached out to push at his husband's shoulders and the blonde blinked at him.

He pushed again which had his husband shifting backwards until he was laying out on his back again with blonde locks spread over the comforter as green eyes watched him. Locks of sunlight. Gold. He climbed forward with a shift that had him squatting on his feet as his thighs spread apart as his lower half hovered over his husband's pelvis. A squat over him. He reached down to gently swat his husband's fingers away from himself.

Then he wrapped his fingers around that condomed erection. His thighs trembled in their wide spread with that excitement twisting in his chest when he then lowered his hips down. Hands sliding along his thighs before reaching back to grab his ass to spread him apart. Racing, hitching pants taken by the both of them as he squeezed the twitching erection in his hand. A firm squeeze that had the blonde whimpering at him shrilly.

Far too loud. He shot the blonde a look when he watched teeth drag over that bottom lip; biting down fiercely. Hands pulled his cheeks apart with his hips arching down until the head was pressing against his twitching hole. He rolled his hips playfully to grind down against the blonde who bit at his lip. Blonde brows squeezing together slightly as those green eyes burned at him. Flaming. Hot, hot, hot.

The wind tickled over him again in a light tug on his hair that had wisps tickling his cheeks and throat. Brushing over his skin to which he broke out in goosebumps, but he didn't mind it. Not when he had the warmth of the sun in the sky. He rolled his hips again to grind down against the head before he squeezed that twitching shaft tightly as he began to push down. And his husband's hips arched upwards with quiet, shallow gasps being taken.

Pushing, pushing, pushing until there was a give that had him gasping his air down. And he was throwing his head back as his mouth opened with a cry caught in his throat. Vocal cords trembling with that silent cry as he sank down onto his husband with his erection twitching against his stomach. The blonde's hands squeezed his ass roughly. A gasp taken beneath him only for a strangled, choked moan to fly out of the blonde in response as hands squeezed his ass fervently.

Kneading. Palming. He sank down, down, down with those piercings rubbing over the rim of his hole as he sank down on the blonde until he was bottomed out at his pelvis. He took a breath in as he squeezed around the twitching shaft inside of him; so full, so full, so full. He was stuffed full of his husband's erection that seemed to reach his lower stomach if that weren't such a dramatic thought.

He rocked his hips down against his husband eagerly with hands sliding from his ass to caress his waist. Nails dragging over his skin with tingles racing underneath it. His stomach fluttering with the excitement that unfurled in his chest. There he was, naked as the day he was born, with his husband's cock stuffed inside of him. In a place where, God forbid, if anyone where to peek over the fence they'd catch them red handed if they weren't quiet. If anyone was home.

And God if that wasn't the most exciting thing in the fucking world. He took quiet gasps as his husband's hips rocked up in time with him; gentle side to side motions together with his inner walls clamped tightly around his husband. Loving the twitches of his erection inside of him with his back arching slightly with a low moan in his throat when he admired that thickness. His husband may be slender, but he thickened up beautifully when he got hard.

It wasn't like himself, but it didn't matter. Hizashi felt absolutely amazing inside of him. His thighs shook again as he dug his feet into the ground as he sat on his husband's pelvis when he let his feet slide over the blanket. Stretching out slightly, the metal of his right prosthetic glinted in the sunlight when his husband's hands slid up to grip his ankle as hips rocked together. He felt legs bending up behind him with knees pressing against his back.

A moan slipped out of him with his head falling back. Rocking, rocking, rocking. He was delighted. Hot. So, so hot with a heat smoldering along his bones leaving him gasping in response as his thighs spread open wide. Welcoming that green gaze to roam over him with that look of hunger that had him shuddering; shivering. His arms bent back to press his elbows to his knees as they continued rocking together. Easy, gentle movements that had his skin blistering with heat.

Nails dragged over his waist again; lines left behind that tingled in their wake that had him squirming slightly with his hips grinding down playfully. Loving the grinds it got him back from his husband. Squeezing purposefully around his husband who moaned at him in response when he then pushed his feet into the ground to raise himself up. Sliding up then dropping down in a shallow bounce that had his husband moaning at him again.

A low, throaty sound that had him shivering when he whined softly at his husband as he lifted himself up then dropped down again. Hands holding his waist tightly with thumbs moving to roll into his hips when the blonde squeezed at him. Then he lifted himself up and dropping down with a lewd squelch to punctuate his movement which had his husband huffing out beneath him. He pressed his feet into the ground to begin bouncing. A nice, shallow depth.

His hair bounced and swayed around his shoulders as he bounced himself shallowly on his husband who bit at his lip fiercely. Blonde brows clenched tightly together creating little wrinkles he wanted to smooth away. He lifted himself up then dropped again and again with a giddy sense of delight as his husband squirmed beneath him. Trying in vain to keep himself quiet. God, if this wasn't the rush he hadn't known he'd been wanting.

Hadn't known he'd been wanting for some time. It was a familiar place but a risky one at the same time. The slick squelches of his bouncing rang out deafeningly in the quiet air; the light slap of their skin meeting again and again as he bottomed out against his pelvis each time. There was nothing he adored more than that. Those little sounds that had his breaths racing in and out on little huffs as his head tilted back slightly with curls swaying against his skin.

Brushing his neck and cheeks as he continued to bounce shallowly on his husband who breathed shakily beneath him. Racing breaths being taken as hands clutched at his waist before sliding down to touch his inner thighs. Hands fanning out to slide along them which had tingles pooling into his stomach where that ache twisted viciously into him as his erection twitched against his stomach. So damn hard he was as pre-come welled along the slit only to smear onto his skin.

He swore he'd never been harder; sure, there was times when he swore that but this time it felt true. Like he somehow had a cock ring on him; he was unbelievably hard, swollen, with the excitement rushing through his veins. Bouncing himself on his husband, his erection tapped rhythmically against his stomach. He struggled to keep the moans down in his chest. The groans.

It didn't stop his husband from moaning lowly in his throat beneath him with hands squeezing at his thighs causing the muscles to jump. Tremble. Pleasure pooled into his stomach when his husband's hands slid along his inner thighs before coming up to his hips. They held onto him as he slid upwards only to have those hands tugging him down to his pelvis. It startled a moan out of him in response as he bounced himself quickly on the blonde.

Shallow but fast. Quick. The light slap of their skin meeting again and again was deafening in the backyard as he pushed off of the ground. Letting his husband drag him back down to his pelvis again and again. That slick squelch ringing out to punctuate each bounce and drop downwards had his back arching. Pleasure snapped up his back, pooled into his stomach like hot magma, with his racing breaths causing his chest to flutter.

Hands holding his hips tightly with the blonde tugging him down again and again each time he slipped upwards. The blonde moaned lowly in his throat beneath him as he continued his fast bouncing on the blonde at that shallow depth. His hair swayed and bounced around his shoulders; brushing his cheeks annoyingly as they throbbed lightly with the force of his blush. He spread his thighs open wider when thumbs rolled into his hips.

His erection twitching when it tapped against his stomach. It was exciting. Thrilling. There was a strange rush that had his blood gushing through his veins as he pushed off of the ground with his feet. His hands reaching up to hold onto his husband's knees as he bounced himself quickly. The blonde squeezed his hips again with fingers curling to scratch at him sending tingles fanning under his skin.

Bouncing himself fast, fast, fast with the blonde moaning lowly at him with his hair rustling over the blanket. The chirp of birdsong, the tickling breeze, it all was reminders of where they were. Doing such a private thing in a public setting like this? Being stripped bare without hesitation? The light brush of his husband's jeans against his skin? It was exciting. Unfairly, completely exciting leaving him gasping in his breaths as he bounced himself quickly.

Lifting his hips up further with the blonde moaning lowly at him in response with hands tugging him back down to bottom out against his pelvis. Those green eyes placed up at him with a heat, a hunger, that had his stomach fluttering as he lifted himself up high, high, high then snapped his hips down against the blonde's pelvis. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. His husband held onto him tightly with hands tugging him down again and again.

His breaths catching in his throat in response with his nails raking over his skin. Burning, tingling, lines left behind in their wake as his husband held him tightly. There was nothing he adored more than that. Nothing he loves more than when his husband held him tightly. He dropped down against his husband's pelvis when he felt hips twitching up against him. He moaned lowly at his husband with that encouragement that had the blonde squirming beneath him.

Lifting his hips up and down, he listened to vulgar squelches of his husband's cock slipping in and out of him. Rubbing against his inner walls with a faint scratch through the lube. A scratch that always drove him crazy. It had him throwing his head back with a low moan in his throat as he bounced on the blonde. Clenching tightly around him which sent shivers up his back at the rub of his erection against his inner walls. The faint rub of those piercings against him.

It had his hands tightening on the blonde with his breaths rasping down his throat as his teeth gnashed together. Needing to be quiet. Wanting to be loud. He shuddered at the cool breeze as the sun warmed the top of his head. His hips snapping up and down, up and down, with his feet pushing off of the ground with his breaths rasping out of him. His hands tightening on his husband's knees as he bounced himself quickly.

The blonde who moaned lowly at him enthusiastically. Eagerly. Ecstatic. He squirmed at the sound with his hands squeezing the blonde's knees again as he snapped himself up and down with the blonde holding onto his hips. Tugging him down faster, faster, faster. Bottoming out again and again with that twitching shaft inside of him. It had him squirming with his back arching when he found himself moaning lowly in his throat.

A trembling sound that mixed in with the slick squelches punctuating his downwards drops. The heat of Hizashi's pelvis, the tickle of his groomed pubic hairs, had his toes curling tightly with his feet pushing off of the ground to lift himself up further. His hair trembling around his face as he dropped with a whimper tearing out of him eagerly when he felt his husband's hips twitching against him again.

Lifting himself up again he dropped down in compliance with those tugging hands when his husband's hips snapped up against him. Hitting against him with another whimper leaving him at the strength of his husband's thrust. He lifted himself up then dropped down with those hips striking against him again. Meeting him perfectly. It had him sucking in sharp breaths through his nose when he eagerly bounced himself on the blonde.

Those hips swinging up to meet his downwards drops. As much as he loved riding his husband, there was nothing better than feeling the strength in those hips. Feeling him thrusting up against him. A low, snapping groan left his husband when he clenched tightly around his twitching erection with a huff flying out of him. Grinding his hips down against the blonde when he bottomed out, nudged up lightly by that thrust, and God if his skin wasn't hot.

If he wasn't blistering. He wants Hizashi to touch him. He wants to be touched so badly. He slid his hands from his husband's knees to grab his wrists to which he slid them up from his hips to his waist. Up his sides. And his husband seemed to understand what he needed from him. What he wanted. And those hands began wandering over his skin as he bounced himself on the blonde with a moan leaving his husband as hips jumped up.

Hands sliding along his sides then curving towards his back coaxing it to arch forward with a gasp as the blonde moaned beneath him. A bit louder than intended but he was grateful when his husband choked it off. He eagerly snapped his hips up and down, bouncing fast on the blonde with his hips dropping down harder. Loving the snapping thrusts from his husband that hit up against him with a moan in his throat.

There was nothing he wanted more than to be loud. To cry out. To shout. But he couldn't. Not now. He bounced himself quickly on the blonde who snapped up rhythmically to hit against him perfectly. Meeting him thrust for thrust. His toes curled tightly when his lashes fluttered on his cheeks with a moan in his throat as his husband snapped his hips up against him. Nudging him lightly into the air with the force of his thrusts.

An eagerness that was coiling into him tightly. Into his chest. His breaths caught with his mouth dropping open on a silent moan when his husband slammed up against him. Snapping thrusts that felt so good, so good, so good. Squeezing around that twitching shaft inside of him eagerly with a keening moan in his throat. He slid his hands along his husband's forearms to hold onto him. Needing something to hold onto as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast.

Sliding his hips up further when he swore, he felt those piercings rubbing against his inner walls through the rubber of the condom. Felt them slipping over the rim of his hole each time he slid himself upwards. It was a sensation his feverish mind created with little problem as he bounced himself fast on his husband. Listening to the slick squelch of the lube and rubber condom rubbing together. The light slap of his ass hitting his husband's pelvis.

The whispering brush of his husband's hands wandering over his skin; caressing, petting, touching. He loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. There was a strange freedom to fucking outside; a rush, a taboo thought to it, that had his blood running hot through his veins. Knowing that he shouldn't be doing this, that he shouldn't be doing something so private in such an open space, was a turn on like nothing else. Ohhh, if that thought didn't get him hot.

If it didn't have him panting shallowly with his hair flying around his shoulders and tickling his cheeks. The heat of the sun felt so good on his skin. He whimpered when his husband's hands swept over his chest; palms rubbing over his hardened nipples when fingers were coming together to pinch. Tugging at his nipples sharply to get his back arching as he pushed his chest into his husband's hands. Shuddering at the pleasure it sent through him.

The tingles that pooled down into his stomach with each tug of his husband's fingers. The slight twist back and forth as the blonde tweaked his nipples were positively amazing. It had him squirming with hips rolling to grind against his pelvis when he dropped down. Loving the feeling of his husband grinding with him when he then pushed up to resume his bouncing.

There was no doubt in his mind that if someone heard, if someone knew the sounds, it would be unmistakable to their neighbors. After all, how could it be? It had his back arching with his hips moving faster; snapping up and down with that urgency as he bounced on his husband who squeezed his nipples tight. Tight, tight, tight. It had him gasping as he held the air down in his lungs on another silent cry when his husband began to roll his nipples between his fingers.

Pinching tightly at them with pain bursting over his chest but God if it didn't feel amazing. If it didn't feel fucking perfect having those fingers toying with his nipples like that. To have his husband fuck him like this in such an open place and tug his nipples while he did it? It felt wrong. It should be wrong. But God if this wasn't the most amazing thing in the world that his husband had given him.

His erection tapped against his stomach with his fast bouncing with Hizashi's jeans brushing his ass lightly when he dropped to his pelvis. Moaning silently with his head tilting back with the blonde's fingers rolling his nipples with a tight pinch. One that had his toes curling tightly with a whimper in his throat when his husband continued that rolling motion. Pinching tight. Pain throbbed through his nipples but God if he didn't care one damn bit.

It felt good. A little bit of pain to go with the pleasure. It had him squirming with his his feet threatening to slip out beneath him to which he pressed them harder to the ground. To the blanket. It was amazing; the drop of his hips and the shark strike of Hizashi's hips against him each time. Nudging him lightly into the air with the strength used that had him lifting his head up with his brows pinching together slightly.

His mouth hanging open with fast pants being taken as his hands tightened on his husband's forearms as fingers tugged at his nipples. Harsh tugs that had him whimpering eagerly at his husband with his lips pinching together to muffle the sound slightly. Even if the light slap of their skin, the slick squelching, couldn't be covered up then the least he could do was be quiet for his husband.

So, they didn't have to worry about their neighbors poking their heads over the fence. There was so much heat under his skin; it was utterly sweltering. Choking. It was drowning, drowning, drowning under the waves that washed over him again and again. Bouncing himself fast, hard, with his husband's hips moving to thrust in time with his bouncing was an amazing pleasure.

Digging his nails in slightly to his husband's forearms when fingers tugged at his nipples which had him whimpering again at his husband. He squirmed with hips shaking before dropping down with his head hanging forward slightly with his brows squeezing together as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. He bounced himself eagerly with his thighs flexing as he pushed off of the ground when the blonde gave a hard pinch to his nipples.

A pain blistered over his chest that had him jolting when he squeezed tightly around his husband. Gasping. The blonde whined at him shrilly; an ear ringing pitch that had his ears throbbing in pain. Even his husband winced into the ground at the feedback on his hearing aids, no doubt, but the blonde whimpered when he squeezed around him again. A hard squeeze around the twitching shaft inside of him when the blonde tugged at his nipples sharply. Pulling.

He listened to his husband's racing breaths beneath him when the blonde released the tight pinch on his nipples. Nails raked over his areolas, over his nipples, which had him arching with his lips parting slightly as his hands tightened on his husband's forearms. Holding onto him the only way that he could. Hands clawed their way down his chest towards his stomach when he bucked his hips forward. Canting.

His erection tapped lightly against his stomach with his bouncing, translucent strands of pre-come connecting the head to his stomach. Dripping shamelessly. So hard it was downright painful when he clawed at his husband's forearms when hands slipped into his briefly. Fingers curling to hold onto him as the two of them moved together; hips striking at him hard, hard, hard with light nudges up into the air.

Pleasure pooled hot and fast into his stomach with his back arching as his husband's fingers slipped between his. Palm to palm. He clung to his husband's hands as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast with his hips swinging up higher. Convinced he could feel those delightful piercings of his rubbing over the rim of his hole each time. It had him moaning delightedly with his back arching at the pleasure racing up it.

Holding onto his husband's hands eagerly with fingers digging into the backs of his hands. He clung to his husband desperately the only way he could with hands holding him tightly in response. Low moans slipping out of the both of them with hair swaying against his back as he tossed his head back again when the blonde bucked his hips up hard. Hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. He was choking under the heat that lapped up his back again and again.

Pooled into his stomach. It was like a never-ending heat that kept him warm, warm, warm. Hot. And then his husband was squeezing his hands when he opened his eyes to find his husband's back arching. Pushing his chest up as his head pressed back into the blanket. Blonde locks spread over the blanket. The sight of his nipple piercings glinting in cheeky winks in the sunlight was beautiful. He was beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to touch his husband.

To caress that softly freckled skin of his that would only be made more blatant the tanner he got this summer. Rolling forward seamlessly as he could, he pressed his knees to the ground with his hands leaving Hizashi's to slide over his chest as he leaned forward. Changing his position. His husband didn't seem to mind the change in position all that much as his hips snapped up and down. Wanting to move faster, faster, faster. Coming down harder.

Bouncing wildly with his hair spilling over his shoulders with the blonde grabbing at his waist as gasping pants were taken between them. His erection rubbing against his husband's toned stomach deliciously with pre-come quickly making it slick which had his husband moaning lowly in his throat. There was so much heat. Both from the sun above them and under his skin. Riding his husband like his damn life depended on it.

He snapped his hips up and down, up and down, up and down with the rub of his erection against his inner walls threatening to make his eyes roll back. The pleasure was hotter than anything he'd ever experienced. It was fucking addicting. It was so, so addicting. He needed more, more, more from his husband who slammed his hips up against him faster. Harder. Moving together with hands clutching at his waist as nails raked over his skin.

Leaving tingling, throbbing lines behind in their wake. Being touched like this in such a public spot was fucking exciting. So exhilarating. His blood damn near throbbed through his veins with the heat that simmered there. Rushing through his veins leaving him hot, hot, hot. He snapped his hips up and down with that slick squelching ringing out with his husband moaning lowly at him as hands tightened on his waist.

He leaned down without thinking twice and lapped his tongue over his husband's nipple. Flicking the tip of his tongue at it which had his husband gasping. Arching his chest upwards with a hand flying from his waist to his hair; twisting fingers into it when he lapped his tongue over his areola, his nipple, again. Twisting his tongue to flick at his piercing; lifting his jewelry up then letting it drop when he then closed his mouth around his nipple.

Sucking it and his areola into his mouth as he snapped his hips up and down when his husband gasped in a breath with his hips snapping up in a frenzy. Frantic. Thrusts that nudged his lower half up again, again, again with his mouth pulling at his nipple that he swirled his tongue around. Whimpering into his husband's chest when the blonde whined when he tightened around him.

Squeezing tightly around his husband in response with his fingers curling into fists against his chest before he flicked his thumb over his right nipple. Squirming. Rutting. Trying to twist closer to one another as he rode the blonde with a passion; a fervor. Slamming himself down harder against the blonde's pelvis with a moan in his throat. Shuddering when the blonde whined at him with the hand on his waist squeezing.

His nails dragging over his skin which had his own hips bucking in a frenzy. Frantic. Slamming down harder, harder, harder that he could with his toes curling tightly as his back arched. Suckling eagerly at his husband's nipple, his areola, he dug his teeth in slightly with the blonde squirming beneath him. He dragged his teeth over his areola to nibble at his husband's nipple as he sucked it into his mouth fervently.

The metal clicking off of his teeth in that muted manner when he lifted his head up to tug at his husband's nipple with his teeth. Loving the gasp, it got him from his husband who twisted beneath him as nails dragged over his waist again. Leaving throbbing, burning lines behind on his skin that had him moaning into his husband's chest when he let go of his nipple. Sucking it firmly into his mouth while his fingers uncurled to pluck at his husband's other nipple.

Twisting, pinching, tugging. Rolling it between his fingers the same way his husband had done to him. Letting the blonde receive the same treatment as their hips rutted together. Slamming up and down, up and down. Eager. There was so much heat that he swore he was cooking in his own skin. He was burning up hot with the sun beating down on the top of his head and his skin the way it was.

His husband seemed more than delighted with his moans cresting up slightly before they were muffled as he no doubt pinched his lips together. Trying to be quiet, quiet, quiet was more difficult than he'd thought it'd be but God if this wasn't getting him off. If the little reminders weren't driving him up the damn wall as his hips moved fast, fast, fast. Hard, hard, hard. Needing, needing, needing it.

The hand on his waist squeezed at him with nails digging into the burning lines that had been left behind. His hips squirmed then slammed down with a moan in his throat when he popped off of his husband's nipple with a whine leaving the man. He lifted his head up to kiss at his husband's jaw in kisses that had the blonde huffing out with his breath tickling over his cheek. He kissed up to his cheek when he whimpered at the blonde.

Lapping his tongue across his lips pleading. Wanting nothing more than to kiss the blonde as that pleasure coiled in his stomach. Bubbled up like a pressure under his skin. Hizashi didn't hesitate; his mouth opened up as he dipped his tongue into his mouth with their lips pressing together fervently as the tips of their tongues melt.

Sliding against one another with a moan spilling out of his husband when the hand in his hair worked itself free to slip down his back and grabbed at his ass. Holding onto him when the hand on his waist slid back to grab his left cheek. Holding onto his ass with hard squeezes given that had him moaning into their passionate kiss as he flicked his tongue at that metal ball, he so adored. He swirled the tip of his tongue around the metal ball then flicked at it. Nudging.

Sliding his tongue against his husband's in a rub as their lips pressed fervently together. A hard press that had his lips tingling delightfully when he squirmed then pressed down against his husband happily when those hard hits up nudged his lower half up. Hits that had him moaning into their kiss lowly. Struggling to keep himself quiet as his hands slid up on Hizashi's chest to toy with his nipples. Swirling his fingers over the areolas then flicking at his nipples.

Slamming himself down hard against his husband who pounded up against him with the slaps of their skin, the slick squelch, ringing out like shots of sound. Encouraging them onwards. To go harder. Faster. Hands gripped his ass fiercely which he absolutely adored as hands tugged him up further, further, further. Dropping down again with low moans spilling out of the both of them in response when he bottomed out.

He met his husband's pounding rhythm the best that he could as he admired the slick slide of his erection slipping into him again and again. Moaning lowly into the kiss as their tongues twisted together. Rubbing, flicking, nudging. Sliding. The light clicks of his husband's piercing hitting off of teeth with those overeager twists as their lips pressed together fervently. Whining at his husband pleadingly as their hips moved in that pounding rhythm set by the blonde.

He wanted more, more, more from the blonde and he could feel that similar desire pooling off of his husband. He twisted his tongue with the blonde's, rubbing and sliding slickly, with lips pressed together hard. Hips slamming up against him with a hard strength; pounding into him relentlessly. Eagerly. He returned that pounding speed to his husband when he flicked his tongue at the blonde's which undulated up.

The bottom ball of his husband's piercing rubbed across the top of his tongue. It was just like having that hard nipple against his tongue; he eagerly rubbed his tongue up against his husband's with a moan in his throat. Tweaking his husband's nipples absentmindedly with the blonde whining into their kiss as their lips pressed together harder. Hands squeezing, palming, at his ass shamelessly as he bounced up and down to meet that pounding pace.

Hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. He didn't need to breathe a word to his husband to get what he wanted and there's nothing he wants more than to melt into the damn ground. And then Hizashi was pulling back and his hips wriggled before he was slamming back inside of him. And ohhhh, it took everything in him not to wail. Not to shout. Heat snapped up his back in a wave that had him gasping through his nose when his husband pounded into him again and again.

Each time hitting at his prostate sending wave after wave up his back which had him twisting and writhing. Squirming. Needing, needing, needing more. And the blonde gave him more; those hard, pounding thrusts punctuated with a wave of heat that snapped up his back again and again. It was a relentless pleasure that pooled into his stomach like hot magma; a pleasure that snapped up his back again and again. God, he fucking loves it.

He adores it more than anything as he slammed his hips down eagerly. Doing his best to keep up with the pace his husband had set for him with hands holding him tight, tight, tight. Slamming him up and down, up and down, up and down. He listened to the slick squelches when he tightened around his husband. Clamping down in a tight squeeze that had the blonde moaning into their kiss. Hands holding him tightly with nails biting into his skin slightly which had him writhing.

Squirming. His hips pounding down against his husband's pelvis again and again with that spark of eagerness in his chest encouraging him onwards. His stomach fluttering with a warning. A warning he'd recognize anywhere as he panted through his nose with hitching gasps when the blonde pulled away from their kiss. His tongue flicking at his as if to say goodbye with their lips freeing away from one another.

Gasping in air desperately in heaving gasps with hips pounding together. Heat snapping up his back in wave after wave which had him whimpering down at his husband who merely squeezed his ass tighter. A nice, hard squeeze that had his toes curling tightly at the tingles that fanned beneath his skin. That fluttering in his stomach was pulling together whether he liked it or not. A fluttering that told him the end was far, far too close.

It was fluttering through him with his inner walls clamping down around his husband tightly with the blonde moaning at him lowly. It was too much. The excitement, the buildup, it was all far, far too much. He was a helpless case. He was drowning under the heat that snapped up his back again and again with each thrust given by his husband. Pounding into him to knock the damn air from his lungs as he toyed with the jewelry running through his husband's nipples.

His erection throbbing against his stomach with twitches that had him utterly breathless when he rubbed himself shamelessly against his husband's toned stomach with a whimper. Feeling the erection inside of him throbbing much like his own; twitching. He shuddered with his back arching slightly when a hand on his ass slid away to rub over his waist. His hip.

Reaching down and grabbing his throbbing erection to begin stroking him in time with those pounding thrusts his husband gave. Adding to the pleasure pooling into his stomach and God, it was driving him nowhere but up. Gasping. Choking on his air as his husband's lips pressed to his jaw softly with kisses that had him jerking his hips down eagerly. Slamming against his pelvis with hits striking him so fervently it nudged him up lightly into the air.

Twisting tighter, tighter, tighter. A hot spark forming in his stomach when his husband bit at his jaw softly. Using just enough pressure to get him squirming, wriggling, with his hips jerking down eagerly as that spark twisted into his stomach as it pulled hotter. Tighter. His thighs shaking as his hips jerked in a frenzy down against his husband as he chased after the pleasure rather than run from it. Panting. Gasping.

Teeth nibbling at his jaw when he whimpered at his husband as that spark twisted in his lower stomach with an intensity that had him writhing. Twisting against the blonde as that hand stroked him fast, fast, fast in time with pounding thrusts. So much pleasure. Too much. Too much heat. He was drowning under the heat that sizzled under his skin as he gasped at the hard hits of his husband's hips against him. Knocking the air from his lungs. The words from his head.

"Yo-You're gonna make me- Mmmmm! Ah! Ohhh, fuck, Zashi, Zashi! Ah, ah! I need it! Need you so badly! Mmmnnn! Nnnnn! I ca-can't! Ah! Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fu-Fuck me, fuck me! Like that! Ju-Just like that! Ohhhh, God, Zashi! Haah! I can't ge-get enough of you! Can ne-never get enough of you! Hands, mouth, an-and cock are all so good! No one ca-can get me off like you! No one! Mmm! Go-God, you're go-gonna make me cum! Gonna cu-cum! Mmmm! Close! Close, close!"

"'m getting close too, baby! God, yo-you're so beautiful! So fucking sexy, you kn-know that? Askin' me to fuck you ou-out here? You kn-know exactly what you do to me! Fuck, you fe-feel how hard you make me? Sexy, be-beautiful, gorgeous thi-thing you are, how can I not? How ca-can I not give you wh-what you want? I'll spo-spoil you rotten, baby! Mmmm! Squ-Squeeze my fuckin' cock! Like that! Ohhh, like that, Shouta! Fuck me, baby! Fu-Fuck me so goooood! Gimme it so good, baby!"

"I'll-I'll fuck you all night! All afternoon long! Nnnn! God! Yo-You feel so good in-inside of me! You always do! Ah! Ohhhh, Zashi! Hnnn! I wa-want to fuck you all night long! Want you to ma-make me cum! I fu-fuckin' love this! I sho-should fuck you in public mo-mmmmore often! Le-Let everyone be-be jealous I get this big, am-amazing cock whe-whenever I want it! That thi-this cock is mine to fu-fuck whenever I want! Mmmm! Oh! Oh, oh, oh! There, Zashi, baby, love! There, there! Ohhh, 'm gonna cum if you just-!"

"Te-Tell me, Shouta, do you thi-think someone is listening? Do you thi-think someone is peeking over at us? Tha-That their watching this gre-greedy, hungry fuckin' hole of yours ta-taking my cock like this? Do yo-you think they can hear how sh-shameless you are? How fu-fucking desperate you ar-are to fuck yourself on my cock? Do you thi-think they'll hear you as you cum all over me? Don't you want that? Gi-Give'em a show? You're close, right? Do-Do it! Cu-Cum all over me, baby! Ma-Make a fuckin mess outta me!"

Whimpering at his husband desperately with the hand on his ass tightening on him in a squeeze had his blood running hot. Oh, his husband knew just the perfect things to say to him to get him riled up. To get him twisted up in his own head until he didn't know up from down. He gasped in his hair as his hips moved desperately; urgently. Slamming himself down to his husband's pelvis eagerly without thinking twice about it.

Chasing after the pleasure that pooled into him with each thrust given by his husband. Each stroke. He was choking. Drowning. He was jerking himself closer, closer, closer as he whimpered again with his knees digging into the ground. Doing his best to move along with his husband who was pounding the air out of his lung. The thoughts from his head as the slick squelch of the rubber condom and lube rang out like shots of sound.

The rhythmic slap of their skin meeting again and again. The jingle of his husband's belt buckle. Would it be made plain to their neighbors just what they were doing? Would they be getting off to it if they could hear them? He'd tried to keep his voice down to an urgent whisper to the blonde who had whispered back. He twisted eagerly with the urge to peek around him to see if he could see eyes over the fence, but he didn't want to look away from Hizashi.

All that mattered to him, all that existed to him, was this man beneath him. This man who was fucking him so good that he was damn near wheezing in his air as he pushed off of the ground with his knees. Hips striking at him fervently with hard hits that had him struggling to focus on anything other than the pleasure. It came to him relentlessly, viciously, and God if he didn't want to crumble. If he didn't want to do whatever it is that Hizashi wanted from him.

He was choking. He wanted nothing more than to relish in the pleasure that was burning through his damn veins. Boiling his blood. He gasped his air down only to have his husband's hips slamming it out of him in the next hit which had him writhing. Twisting. There was nothing he wants more than to sink into that heated pleasure. Drowning, drowning, drowning. He jerked his hips up and down, up and down, up and down as that spark fluttered and twisted into his stomach.

And he was tensing up with shaking thighs trembling before tensing much like his stomach as he thrusted shamelessly into his husband's stroking hand. Thinking of nothing, nothing, nothing but the pleasure of that stroking hand. Of the hips pounding away at him. He was gasping in his air with his inner walls clamping down around the twitching, throbbing shaft inside of him. So good, so good, so good.

His husband felt amazing inside of him with huffing pants fanning over his throat as his husband kissed at his throat when they were rutting together desperately, urgently. And without realizing, without understanding how truly closed he'd been, he was tumbling. Falling over the edge he'd been clawing at. He gasped and held it down to keep from crying out as he bucked into his husband's hand desperately when he clenched down around his husband.

And this earned him a keening moan into his throat from Hizashi who rutted up to slam against him again and again, but he was tumbling. Tingles raced up his shaking thighs only to explode into his stomach when his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. His eyes rolling back. Coming, coming, coming. He was holding that air down into his chest that felt so tight, tight, tight. His cheeks throbbing lightly from the force of his blush.

White-hot heat slammed over him like a crushing wave. One that shoved him down into the heat. That forced him into the pleasure that was so intense it robbed him of air. Of thought. Unable to string together two words to explain the pleasure. The relief it was to come. He felt like it was too early but surely his husband wouldn't hold it against him, would he? He trembled under the white-hot waves that slammed over him again and again. Tearing into him.

Too hot, too hot, too hot. Too good, too good, too good. He was struggling to breathe with his hands clawing at his husband's chest when a pathetic, breathless mewl left himself. His husband was tense beneath him with hips grinding against him fervently. Fiercely. Stiff beneath him. Trembling. He was struggling to breathe around the pleasure that pooled into him. Shot after shot gushing out of him; his erection damn near pulsing with each throb it gave.

Coming so damn hard that he swore he could hear his come splattering onto his husband's skin who moaned at him with hips grinding against him. His husband tensing up beneath him with a stiff set with heaving breaths being taken. And then, much to his relief, it was draining out of him before it could even being to drive him insane. It was ebbing out of him in pulsing waves that had him letting out that shuddering exhale as his husband whimpered into his throat.

It had him straightening his fingers out to rub his husband's chest softly. Gently. Soothing. His chest heaved beneath his hands as his husband panted through his orgasm. His erection was throbbing, pulsing, inside of him as he moaned weakly at his husband when he fought the urge to clench around him. To tense up around him. He didn't want to make it anymore overwhelming than it possibly already was for the poor man.

He rolled his hips down weakly against his husband who squeezed at his waist. Stroking his erection weakly as the final spurt of come left him with his hips thrusting weakly with his back arching slightly. Rocking his hips down against his husband who moaned into his throat again in a guttural, rasping pitch that had his heart jumping against his chest. And then his husband was sighing out into his neck and relaxing.

Going lax beneath him when he then yelped as he was rolled over. Flopped onto his stomach with the hand holding his erection letting go to curl that arm around him. And before he knew it, he was being squeezed to his husband's chest with the blonde breathing out a sigh of relief into his throat. Then, much to his delight, the blonde began pressing kisses into his throat. Soft, frantic kisses that he found himself returning on the top of his head.

Kisses to silky locks happily before burying his face into them. Nuzzling his nose into the locks that carried the citrus scent of his soaps that he so adored. The faint tracing of sandalwood that he inhaled greedily with his arms curling around his husband to hold him tightly to his chest. Hands slid up and down his back gently, slowly, with kisses placed over his throat that crawled upwards. Kissing below his jaw before those lips moved to his face.

And it was a flurry of kisses that damn near had him giggling; his husband was kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, the arch of his brow. The side of his nose. He felt a drop of sweat run down the side of his face when he gave into the gushing euphoria in his chest and kissed at his husband's face. Kissing those freckles that were so, so precious. Adorable. Kissing his cheeks, his nose, his brow and forehead.

His jaw. His ears which he nipped at playfully and carefully to keep from dislodging his hearing aid. Kissing at the face that he adored. A face that looked all the more beautiful with the glowing euphoria twisting between them. A euphoria that he was more than happy to divulge in. Happy to lose himself in. And then his husband was pushing him onto his back slightly with hips pulling backwards when he whimpered in protest, yet his husband still pulled back.

Slipping out of him with a vulgar squelch when the blonde then kissed at his face softly. His sweaty forehead. Kisses that he was eager to return to his husband with a frantic desire. Wanting to share in the glowing euphoria that was shared between them with the blonde holding him tightly as their lips moved over faces. Kissing adoringly at one another before he was tilting his head back as Hizashi's lips trailed down his jaw to his throat. Kisses that had him euphoric. Delighted.

There was nothing he wanted more than to melt away beneath the blonde. To indulge in the joy. And then his husband was sliding his arms from around him to which he whined but the blonde merely pulled away. Coming to a stand next to him when arms were wrapping under his knees, around his upper back, and before he could breathe out a protest, his husband was heaving him up.

He yelped as he was heaved into his husband's arms with his own thrown around his shoulders to which he scowled when his husband laughed. "I to-told you ma-many times not to fucking do tha-that! At le-least warn me beforehand!"

"I wo-would! But you lo-look so cute when yo-you're surprised like that, baby!" His husband then kissed the tip of his nose when he turned on his feet to pad across the blanket wit harms holding him tightly to his husband's chest. Arms tight around him with the blonde beaming at him with delight when he raised his brows at the blonde who kissed at his cheek. "Oh, ba-baby, I'd never dr-drop you! Ha-Have some faith in your hu-husband, yeah?"

"Do-Doesn't mean you sh-shouldn't warn me!" He replied sharply with his arms tightening around the blonde's shoulders when he began twirling his locks around his fingers and Hizashi beamed at him. He pouted at the blonde then who kissed the tip of his nose again when he sighed out then looked to the blanket laid out on the grass. "We-We need to clear tha-that up and get the bl-blanket into the wash! I ca-can clean up if-if you want?"

"Nah, I'll ta-take care of it! You, on the oth-other hand, can get the sho-shower running for us!" His husband climbed up onto the porch, the wood groaning lightly beneath his bare feet, when his husband then squeezed an arm around him as they walked across the porch and then Hizashi was pausing before the door. Setting him down gently, arms wrapping around his waist, and then Hizashi's nose was nuzzling to his which he returned to his husband who sighed out. "I lo-love you, you kinky ba-bastard!"

"Str-Strange, I was going to sa-say the same to you, love!" He breathed back when he nuzzled his nose to his husband's happily when he felt a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. His arms tight around his husband's shoulders when the breeze tickled across his skin causing him to shiver. He then twirled a lock around his fingers when he pulled back from his husband and tilted his head. "Do-Don't take too lo-long, 'kay? A ma-man only has so much patience."

"Do-Don't worry, I'll be there sh-shortly! And we'll ma-make some of the swe-sweetest love you've ever ha-had!" He got a kiss to the tip of his nose with arms squeezing his waist gently before sliding from him and he slid his arms from around his husband's shoulders with a soft smile on his lips. He turned to the back door with his feet brushing over the wood of the porch when a hand caught his. Lifted up with a kiss pressed to his knuckles. "I love you, baby, I mean that."

"And I lo-love you too, Zashi. I mean it."

And the smile he got back made it all so damn worth it.