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!

40. Skin to Skin (Barebacking)

"Shouta. Aizawa."

"Hizashi. Yamada."

Hizashi narrowed his eyes at his husband who looked up at him with that rather apathetic face. Neutral. Too neutral. He crossed his arms over his chest when he cocked a hip with the black-haired man raising a brow at him in response with a book held in his hands being closed with a gentle thump. He sighed out then with his brows squeezing together when he shifted his weight. "Shouta, my love, do you think I'm an idiot? Do you think I am so-so daft that I wouldn't notice it?"

His husband stared at him, black lashes fluttering when his head then tilted. Black curls swaying over his husband's shoulders and brushed against a pink cheek when the black-haired man's legs scrunched up together slightly. The metal of his prosthetic leg catching the light in a winking flash when those mismatched eyes widened at him ever so slightly. "I don't think you're an idiot at all, love. I don't think you're daft or anything of the sort either, so why would you think that I think that?"

"Oh, really? So did you really think I wasn't going to notice this?" He stepped back into the hallway quickly, bending down and scooping up the cat that he'd sat down in the hallway. Holding her out to Shouta, the brown tuxedo cat wriggled in his hands with her head turning to him. Gold eyes wide as she wriggled in his hands when Shouta's face seemed to freeze. Lock into place when he held the cat out with a light shake. "Shouta Yamada-Aizawa, we said Sterling was the last! We said no more cats!"

"No, you said no more cats." Shouta replied with a rather calm tone when the cat in his arms wriggled slightly then twisted suddenly which had him dropping her to the floor with a muted thud. She then streaked away with a flick of her tail as Twix took chase after the cat. His husband then shifted on the couch, leaning forward to place his book on the coffee table, when he then looked at him again. Almost bashful. "Is it really so bad? The vets couldn't hold her, neither could the shelter, and I offered to foster her."

"But Shouta, baby boy, you know we're going to end up keeping her! Why in the world are you doing this to me?" He couldn't help but groan the words out when his husband's face pinched slightly. As if he were trying to focus on not smiling. He growled at the black-haired man; making sure it carried to the man before huffing as his hands slapped against his thighs. "You are a pain in my ass, Shouta Aizawa, do you know that? You are a complete, utter pain in the ass, and I don't know why I married you!"

"You married me because, and I quote, you love me." His husband replied with his knees drawing up slightly as his husband shifted as he pressed himself into the arm of his chair with that dark eye watching him curiously. There was a nearly painful innocence to his husband's face that had him huffing out as his hand raised to rub his forehead. "And you're going to love this cat too whether you realize that or not, love. I promise, I wasn't actively looking for another cat, I can promise you that."

"You never are. God, if I could show you just how much of a pain in the ass this is, I'd show it to you!" He sighed out when he then jammed his thumb into his temple slightly with his husband merely wiggling on the couch with those mismatched eyes widening at him. As if trying to make himself look as innocent as possible when he then blinked before looking up to his husband who was staring at him with those big eyes. "Actually, now that I think about it, there is a way to show you what a pain in the ass it is."

His husband blinked at him then; black lashes fluttering when the black-haired man's innocent façade cracked. He had his husband's full attention when the black-haired man's feet slid over the cushion slightly. His right metal foot glinting in the light overhead. Playing off those black curls of his that he so adored when Shouta's lips parted. "How? How are you going to show me that it's a pain in the ass? How I'm a pain in the ass?"

"I was looking over the list and there's one I know you're going to both love and hate!" His husband's brows raised at him then when he grinned at the black-haired man widely with his fingers pushing up his glasses again when he then rocked forward on his toes the back on his heels. "Barebacking! I know, technically, we've done plenty of barebacking in the past but this time it would be intentional! Not a heat of the moment thing, you know?"

Shouta's eyes widened at him again with his lips parting wider in a look of surprise; his mouth dropping open slightly. His brows shooting up on his forehead with those mismatched eyes wider than anything. And then, almost instantaneously, red was popping and spreading over his husband's cheeks. A beautiful blush that smothered itself over his cheeks rapidly when the black-haired man then tilted his head. "You want to bareback? Why am I not the tiniest bit surprised?"

"Well, I know how you feel about it! I know you don't exactly like it, but I was trying to find a way to bring it up, you know?" He wavered slightly before walking forward with his socked feet thudding over the floor when he sat down on the couch with Shouta's legs scrunching up to give him space. "I know how you feel about it so tell me now before I get ahead of myself, okay? If you don't want this, then tell me! If this makes you uncomfortable or uneasy or anything like that then please tell me, okay?"

His husband stared at him silently for a moment before he was shifting forward. His prosthetic foot sliding beneath him with the metal glinting in the light when Shouta's hands were reaching out to him. One going on his shoulder, the other to his cheek to touch him lightly; tracing down his cheek. He leaned his face towards those fingers when Shouta took a slow breath in then let it out on a rush. "You're right. I don't like barebacking, I never have. But you've known this and respected it."

"How could I-"

"Shush! I know you're going to say 'How could I not?' and go on a spiel but I need you to stop and listen to me first, okay?" He then pinched his lips together when Shouta's fingers tapped lightly against them with the black-haired man smiling softly. "We've barebacked a few times, that I can't deny. And while in the heat of the moment, I get you wanting a different thing. A premeditated thing rather than a last minute decision. So, I'm willing to let you bareback. I'm not going to put a stipulation on it but it's not going to become common or normal, alright?"

"Absolutely! I completely get it, baby! I would never ask for something that makes you uncomfortable to become common or a normal thing! I like it when it's broken up and sprinkled around! It makes it all the better when we do do it, you know?" He reached up to grab his husband's hand and pushed on his hand to get that rough palm pressing to his cheek. Nuzzling into that palm. "But thank you for agreeing to it! I just didn't want to spring it on you, you know? You're really okay with this, though? Like one hundred percent? Confident?"

"I do. And yes, Zashi, I am. I'm one hundred percent." His husband's thumb rubbed against his cheek beneath his glasses gently with that warmth shimmering in his gaze. And then the black-haired man grinned with his hand sliding from his cheek when he moved; his legs stretching out again and curving over his lap with arms curling around his shoulders. Holding onto him tightly when that grin widened into that Totoro-esque smirk. His favorite. "Now, what are you waiting for? Carry me to bed, love."

And his heart took off in his chest. He curved an arm beneath his husband's thighs carefully with the other wrapping around his lower back and he heaved himself to his feet. Lifting his husband up into his arms with the black-haired man tightening his hold on him. He felt fingers tugging on his hair when lips began to press softly into the side of his face.

Kisses that had him utterly melting as he walked forward briskly across the living room with Shouta in his arms. The black-haired man felt heavier, but he'd be damned if he spoke a word about it. He walked out into the hallway, his socked feet sliding over the floor, when he walked down it.

Flying into the kitchen then turning to the left, they skimmed past the freezer with those lips trailing over his jaw down to his throat. Soft kisses that had him utterly melting with his hands tightening on his husband with each brush of those full lips against his skin. He padded forward down their short hallway towards the bedroom where their doors hung open.

The light like a beacon that propelled him forward as he rushed with those brisk steps. He put a pep to his step as he heaved his husband up in his arms when they began to slacken slightly as he then came to a stop before their bedroom doors which he nudged open wider with his foot. Grunting quietly when he walked into the bedroom with Shouta in his arm.

Lips fluttered down the side of his neck. Fingers tugging on the neckline of the t-shirt he wore to reach his collar bone where teeth nibbled at him playfully. It sent tingles rushing down to his stomach where they pooled like a fuzzy weight there when he made his way across the bedroom to their big bed. He placed Shouta down onto the bed causing it to bounce lightly.

His husband's arm slid from around his shoulder with fingers tugging at his hair in parting. He straightened up with a smile on his lips when he then turned to rush for their bedroom doors. He pulled the doors together with a light thud then flipped the lock. With Hitoshi out for the night at the dorms and Eri tucked into bed? The night was theirs.

He turned on his feet to find Shouta shirtless with his shirt in a pile on the floor with those mismatched eyes on him. A sparkle to that dark left eye of his when hands reached up towards him and thighs spreading apart with that metal foot glinting in the light. He looked beautiful with those black curls spilling over his shoulders. Brushing his soft pink cheeks.

The soft smile on those full lips when fingers curled to beckon him closer. And he was more than eager to reach down to grab his t-shirt which he flipped up over his stomach to his chest. Tugging his arms from the sleeves, he bunched the shirt up carefully then eased it over his head. He threw it to the floor then rushed across the floor, damn near running, as he launched himself onto the bed.

Causing it to bounce lightly beneath him. Shouta let out one of those barking, amused laughs that he so adored as he crawled between his husband's spread thighs. Planting his hands to the bed when Shouta leaned backwards before laying out on his back. Hands sliding over his upper arms to his shoulders as he leaned forward with his hands digging into the bed.

Staring down at that lovely face. The way those full lips parted ever so slightly with desire smoldering in that dark eye of his. And he happily leaned down towards the black-haired man. His nose bumping then brushing against Shouta's when he took a breath before pressing his lips to Shouta's. The press of those plush, full lips against his own was one that he absolutely adored. One that he loves.

He held his lips still for a moment before he then began to move his lips against those full ones. Feeling Shouta's arms curling around his shoulders to tug him down against him with full lips moving against his own. Kisses that he absolutely adored with his fingers twisting into the blankets slightly when thighs pressed to his waist.

He kissed his husband tenderly, adoringly, which was returned to him without a moment of hesitation when he leaned onto his left hand. Reaching up and slide his right hand along his husband's thigh. Squeezing at his husband gently with the black-haired man letting out a soft, pleased hum with he felt fingers brushing over the nape of his neck.

A light scratch being given before Shouta's fingers were squeezing it gently. It sent shivers down his back as he kissed his husband with that firm press; a slow, easy speed. He slid his hand along his husband's thigh which pressed to his waist with arms wrapped tightly around him. Squeezing him impossibly close as he pressed down.

Loving the pleased hum, it got him from his husband who hugged him tightly with fingers twirling his hair idly. Twisting and tugging gently when he pinned his husband down into the bed. He slid his hand along his husband's thigh where he slid it up to caress his hip then up to his waist. Rubbing his thumb softly over his skin that felt so, so warm against him.

Fingers playing with his hair and kneading the nape of his neck. Sliding his lips against Shouta's, he admired how they melted against his. Shaping and curving to fit properly with his own lips. The soft brush of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom.

Then the fingers on the nape of his neck slid down to caress his upper back. Tracing the spot down between his shoulder blades with a feather light touch. God, does he love the soft brush of his husband's skin against his own; the warmth that radiated off of the man. They were in late May, but his husband was so warm. So unbelievably warm.

Thighs squeezed gently against his waist with fingers skimming over his shoulder blade with the black-haired man humming softly. He slid his hand along the curve of his waist. His fingers lightly brushing his lower back before sliding his hand up to caress his side. His thumb moving to flick lightly over his skin when the black-haired man arched up.

These slow, firm kisses wreaked absolute havoc on him. Sliding his hand down his side when he angled his hips down then slid his hand down his husband's side to his waist. Curving his hand down beneath the black-haired man where he fanned his hand out on his lower back then coaxed his hips to arch up.

Hips pressed together with a sigh fanning over his cheek when Shouta's fingers began to move absentmindedly along his upper back; moving in tandem to the fingers that kneaded at the nape of his neck. Nails lightly scratching over his skin sending shivers through him with his lips pressing firmly to his husband's. He slid his hand up as far as he could on the black-haired man's back.

Had it arching up from the bed when he scratched gently at the man. Loving the way those breaths trembled slightly before catching as hands held onto him. He wanted nothing more than to touch his husband. He wants nothing more than to be able to give him exactly what he wanted. He slid his hand up and down along his husband's back with the black-haired man wriggling slightly.

An arm uncurled from around his shoulders to reach for his side. Fanning out on his waist when that all too familiar ache twisted into his stomach. An ache that fluttered to life as he moved his lips against those full, plush ones that felt so good against his own. Kissing the black-haired man with that quiet whisper ringing out between them.

Then Shouta's rough palm began to slide up and down along his side. The hand toying with his hair slid over his shoulder then dropped down to his waist. Hands sliding along it before sweeping up his sides which had him arching into Shouta's hands with a shaking inhale that rushed out of him far too fast. He loved the drag of those lips against his own; the way that they felt strangely soft tonight.

Like the black-haired man was using Chapstick again. He liked it. He liked it a lot. The breaths fanning over his cheek had a slight tremble to them when he felt lips pressing firmer to his own. A press that he positively delighted in as he kissed his husband. His glasses digging into his face lightly, but he ignored it the best he could.

Hands swept up and down along his sides; nails scratching at his waist which did little to help the tingles that raced under his skin. That pooled into his stomach. He pressed himself tightly to his husband who wheezed out a breath with hands holding him closer. Tugging at his waist for that firm press that he was more than happy to give the black-haired man.

Nothing gave him a greater pleasure than knowing his husband took pleasure from the way he was pushed into the bed. He hummed softly at his husband who let out a hum back in response with hands squeezing at his waist before sliding up his sides. Caressing. Touching. The brush of those rough palms against his skin was positively amazing.

It had him squirming slightly against his husband when those hands slipped up his sides. Wheezing out a breath when he felt a nudge of his husband's hips against him. A nudge that he gave back to the black-haired man who squirmed beneath him again when he slid his hand along his lower back. His fingers curling to scratch at him.

He loved the way his husband wriggled beneath him with thighs pressing tightly to his waist. How strong they felt. He nudged his hips against Shouta again which got him a nudge back from the black-haired man as hands swept up his sides in a caress that had him arching. Pressing himself into his husband's hands with a quiet sound in the back of his throat making its way out of him.

The black-haired man who squirmed beneath him again with another of those soft noises leaving the man. It was like a gut-punch; it had his skin flickering with heat. Flashes. He kissed his husband with that tender passion, with the desire he felt bubbling under his skin that twisted lazily. Feeling those full, plush lips moving against his own with hands sliding along his sides.

It had his dick twitching in response curiously when Shouta dragged his nails down his sides. Tingles pooling into his stomach which fluttered into that twisting ache. A pressure in his lower stomach and crotch that had him pressing himself tightly to the black-haired man who let out another of those soft, pleased noises. He shivered when nails dragged up and down along his sides.

A gentle action that had his heart jumping in his throat when hips nudged up against him again. A gentle hit that had his toes curling with excitement when he nudged back. A light hit that had his husband squirming beneath him when he then pressed his hips down tightly to his husband's. Giving a playful roll of his hips with a whine breaking out of the man.

An encouraging note to the sound. He rolled his hips again to grind down against his husband who inhaled shakily with fingers holding onto him. Squeezing his waist when hips arched up and began to grind with him. Tight circles being given that he was eager to return to the black-haired man beneath him as lips dragged against his own.

Kisses that were slow, firm, and brimming with a tender passion that bubbled into the kisses. The even breaths of Shouta's fanning onto his warm cheek as he grinded himself down against the black-haired man in tight, cautious circles that were returned to him. It had his dick twitching curiously once again with that ache twisting into his lower stomach.

This had him pressing down harder against Shouta who let out a soft moan. A soft little thing that struck a chord inside of him; had heat flashing over his skin before sinking down along his bones. That arousal acting like a shot to his stomach. Grinding his hips down against his husband, he loved the way his husband arched his hips up without a drop of shame to him.

Shouta's thighs rubbing against his waist before squeezing and God if he didn't love that reminder. If he didn't love how strong those thighs were. He kept up that tight grinding with his husband who was grinding up against him delightfully. He slid his hand along his husband's lower back before sliding his hand up to his waist then to his hip.

Rolling his thumb into his hip, he loved the shudder that ran over his husband in response when he traced out the edge of his tattooed hip over the fabric of his joggers. He pressed his lips harder to Shouta's with the black-haired man returning that press to him in response with hands sweeping up his sides. And then a hand lifted up to cup the back of his head.

Twisting into his hair. And it was the best sensation in the world as nails dragged over his scalp with tugs to his hair being given that had sparks racing down his back. Had his hips grinding down harder against his husband who merely shifted before spreading his thighs open with hips moving up against him. A wide spread that had his dick twitching as he grinded himself to the black-haired man delightfully.

Moving in tight circles that were copied perfectly by his husband. He kissed his husband with that passion; that desire and lust that he felt twisting beneath the surface of his skin. Heat running along his bones. Lips pressing harder to his own with a passion and desire that was returned to him. A lust that he recognized anywhere.

He twisted himself down to press tightly against the black-haired man with hips rolling together. Hands sliding along his sides to get his skin tingling as that ache twisted into him viciously. Pressing himself down tight, tight, tight to his husband who merely accepted the tight position with another of those soft moans that he positively adored.

They were far better than those louder, lewder moans that his husband let out. He slid his lips against Shouta's with his hand sliding along the black-haired man's waist with his fingers flicking playfully at the waistband of his joggers. Tugging it away then letting it flip back into place against his waist. The sharp smack of their moving lips ringing out as lips dragged against his own.

Fingers twisting into his hair with another tug that had his back arching slightly with those sparks that raced down his back. Sparks that danced under his skin and pooled into his stomach just like those tingles did. Nails dragged over his waist when he groaned at the sudden realization that he needed to pull away. At least long enough to get the lube. He hadn't been thinking when he'd thrown himself on the bed.

Only that his husband had looked so beautiful, so tempting, that he wanted to kill the gap as soon as he could. He groaned at his husband again which got him another of those soft, airy moans as hips continued to roll together. Grinding. Tight circles that were copied and returned without thinking twice about it.

Grinds that had his heart jumping in his chest when he pressed down to pin his husband's hips to the bed, but it didn't stop them from moving. From wriggling beneath him. And God if he doesn't love that. If he doesn't absolutely find it hot to feel his husband wriggling beneath him in his pinned position. He grinded down against his husband with his dick twitching frantically in a volley.

His stomach fluttering as he kept up those tight circles that had his husband moaning beneath him softly with hands holding onto his waist. Nails dragging over his skin leaving tingling, throbbing lines behind. It had him squirming against his husband in response. Grinding himself down against the black-haired man, he slid a hand along his husband's thigh then curved it in to touch his inner thigh.

Pushing it away from his waist to spread him open when he felt hands squeezing his waist again with a grip that was so strong it had his skin tingling. Had his hips wriggling in their tight grinds down against his husband when his dick twitched in a volley once again when nails dug into his skin. Pricks of burning pain but God if he didn't mind it in the slightest bit.

He kissed his husband passionately with lips sliding against his in response; moving with his own perfectly. Beautifully. He slid his hand along his husband's inner thigh when he steeled himself to lift his left hand form the bed to caress that other thigh. Pushing them open wider with the black-haired man whining in response with his back arching from the bed.

He didn't mind it in the slightest bit when he slid his hands along those inner thighs before sliding his hands up to caress the tops of his thighs. Curving to caress the sides of them. Muscles jumping beneath his hands in response when he then slid his hands up to caress his husband's hips that were moving in frantic circles.

Grinding up against him with all the strength he could which helped with the ache that twisted into his crotch. His breaths catching in his throat briefly when he pulled away from his husband with his lips lightening only to have Shouta chase after him. Pecking kisses being given once, twice, third and a fourth time then a fifth where he lingered just a heartbeat lengths of time.

Pulling away with his husband whimpering at him. Hands trying to drag him back when he pushed off his husband's thighs then turned to crawl over the bed towards the bedside table. His husband seemed to understand after a moment when he tugged open the drawer where he tugged the wipes out then the lube.

It was strange not reaching inside for the condoms like they normally did. This time was going to be special. Shouta didn't let him bareback often and each time was like a treat. Like a special little gift being given to him by his husband. He respected Shouta's need for condoms. His desire for them. But it didn't mean that it wasn't exciting to be able to fuck him skin to skin like this.

He shut the drawer with a gentle thud then turned back to his husband who was working his pants down his legs. Feet kicking gently as he stared at the naked form of his husband with a stab of awe. He stared at those thick thighs. His broad chest with its wild black curls. The softening toned appearance of his stomach.

The way that the black-haired man's skin seemed to glow in the soft golden light of their bedroom. How it played off of his curls. And then Shouta was kicking his pants and boxers over the side of the bed with a flick of his left foot. And then Shouta was tugged his prosthetic off with a grunt then sliding it to the edge of the bed where it leaned against it.

And the sleeves covering his stump were pulled off then flicked to the floor. And then his husband was bare; his mismatched eyes raising to him with a boldness that had his heart jumping to his throat. Then Shouta was spreading those thick thighs of his open wide, wide, wide with his dick twitching. Beautiful. Stunning.

How gorgeous his husband looked as he arched his chest forward as if to show off those nipples that were perking up slightly. From excitement or the chill, he had not a clue but God if his husband wasn't the sexiest fucking thing in the world to him. All spread out on their bed like that? He was stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Sexy.

He found himself holding onto the lube when he crawled towards the black-haired man who spread his thighs wider with his hips canting up. His dick twitching in a volley with those black curls covering his pelvis. His chest. Every dip, roll, and length of his body was sexy. He sat down on the bed next to Shouta where he placed the lube down within reaching distance then reached out for his husband.

Grabbing his thigh then his waist, he dragged the black-haired man towards him when the man then clicked to what he wanted. Shouta rolled seamlessly on top of him with that dark eye flaring at him; a heat to it that had his heart jumping. Beating frantically. The man's left knee and the stump of his right thigh dug into the bed causing it to dip slightly.

His husband's hands brushed over his stomach before coming up to his chest. He happily arched up into those hands with his breaths trembling when Shouta leaned forward with black curls spilling over his shoulders. And then those full, plush lips were coming down on his own in a sizzling kiss that had him inhaling sharply.

Letting it out slowly when he slid his hands along his husband's waist. Twisting him closer with the black-haired man humming softly at him when he slid his hands towards his lower back then sweeping up it. Caressing his back then sliding down to fan his hands over his skin. Reaching down to rub his hands over the curve of his ass with a good, hard squeeze being given.

He happily squeezed that ass tightly before letting go when he reached for the lube. He picked the tube up then clawed at the cap blindly as lips slid against his with a passion, a desire, that he returned in kind. The cracking pop of the lube had his husband whining at him when he squirted the lube onto his fingers then placing the tube down.

Then he made quick work spreading it over his fingers and in between; making sure a nice even layer was placed over them. He hummed softly at his husband with his lips moving against those full ones delightedly. Hands rubbing over his chest gently when he reached down to grab at a cheek. Giving it a hard squeeze, he then tugged that cheek apart with his husband's breaths hitching and racing quietly.

He brought his fingers forward to press against the black-haired man who whimpered when he began to swirl his fingers. Moving in slick circles, he kissed his husband passionately; with the lust, the desire, that he had twisting into his chest. Emotions that went hand-in-hand that were fighting for their place in his chest at that moment.

Shivering at the keening whimper that left his husband as he swirled his fingers in those slow, easy circles he knew always drove the man crazy. He rolled his fingers over that twitching hole delightedly when he tugged on the cheek he held in his hand. Stretching him open tighter. He rolled his fingers over his husband when he began to lightly bounce his fingers.

Light, firm, light, firm. He bounced his fingers while keeping up those swirling circles; loving the way those hips leaned backwards to press against his fingers. He squeezed at the cheek that he held in his hand while his husband's lips moved against his passionately. Lustfully. A desire that he replied in kind with as he kissed the black-haired man eagerly.

Kissed him with the hunger that was twisting into his chest as he swirled his fingers against that twitching hole. Using his fingertips to prod that hole slightly which had his husband whimpering at him again in response. He rolled his fingers over the rim of his husband's twitching hole delightedly. His hair rustling over the blanket when he took a trembling breath.

The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet; going hand in hand with the light, wet sound of his rubbing fingers. He swirled his fingers over his husband when that hole twitched beneath his fingers again. Exciting. He just barely pushing his fingertips into the man had him squirming against him with hands sliding over his chest.

And much to his delight, those fingers were flicking out blindly to rub over his areolas. Flicking over his nipples. Once they were found, Shouta's fingers trailed over his nipples in a rub that had him breathless. Fingers brushed over his nipples, nails dragging lightly over his areolas, which had them tingling. Buzzing.

He arched his chest up to the black-haired man when nails traced the rims of his areola's before swirling inwards to scratch over his nipples. Fingertips flicking beneath the metal of his jewelry. Lifting up teasingly with flicks that had him squirming himself as he rolled his fingers into his husband who whined at him.

He couldn't help a whine of his own when Shouta's fingers slipped beneath his jewelry then lifted up. Holding that upwards pull until his nipples were stinging in that all too familiar way that had him twisting. Had him whining shrilly at the black-haired man until they were dropped allowing him a moment of reprieve. He shivered when fingers then came together to lightly pinch his nipples.

A light pinch that had his dick twitching in a volley. He then realized his fingers were still; resting against his husband motionlessly. He pulled his middle finger away when he rolled the tip of his index finger around the rim of his hole. And then, he pushed; pushed until there was a give that had his finger sinking into his husband slickly with the black-haired man whining enthusiastically at him.

A shrill, ringing sound that had his heart jumping in his chest when he groaned as those inner walls clamped down around his finger. Rolling circles into his inner wall, he pressed his finger into Shouta firmly with those circles as inner walls squeezed. Clenching tightly around him. Hot. Tight.

He rubbed at the tense muscles before he was pulling his finger back then thrusting it into his husband with his finger rubbing into his inner wall. Curling it slightly when he pulled his finger back again then thrusted it into his husband who whimpered at him. Lips sliding against his with a hungry passion that he returned without thinking twice. Without hesitation.

He thrusted his finger slowly, carefully, into his husband with the black-haired man clenching tightly around his finger. He listened to the light squelch of his movements as he thrusted when fingers were pinching his nipples tighter. Squeezing with more strength which had his breaths hitching in his throat as kissed the black-haired man passionately.

Fiercely. Fingers tweaked his nipples then twisted side to side slightly with fingers pinching tight which had him arching from the bed with a moan in his throat. He tugged the black-haired man close with his hand squeezing his cheek. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Twisting, tweaking, tugging. It was unbelievably amazing with his husband's fingers tweaking his nipples so skillfully.

Letting his husband toy with his nipples was something he could let him do all damn day. All night long. He whimpered as lips pressed to his fervently which he returned in kind as the sharp smack rang out with breaths trembling onto his hot cheek. His own breaths had a slight waver to them with his hand squeezing. His dick twitching in a volley when those inner walls clamped down tight around his finger.

Thrusting it into his husband quicker with that slick, light squelch ringing out with fingers toying with his nipples. Twisting side to side with just enough pressure to get him whining at the black-haired man. Getting himself a whine back from the man, he thrusted his finger quickly with those inner walls clamping tight around his finger.

Tugging on his cheek to spread him open wide with the black-haired man twisting above him. His dick twitched in a volley when he felt something wet drip into his boxers; drip, drip, drip. Drops of pre-come soaking into the fabric; leaving him shamelessly. Fingers tugging sharply on his nipples which had him whimpering when fingers pinched tighter.

Squeezing his nipples as he then brought his middle finger closer. Rubbing the tip of it against the rim of his hole, he paused the thrusting of his index finger when his husband whimpered at him in response. He traced the rim of his hole that dared to twitch around his finger which had him groaning as he pushed at his husband. Pushed, pushed, pushed until his finger was sliding in next to his index finger.

The black-haired man let out a keening moan when his finger pushed in alongside with the other. He curled them both to rub circles into his inner wall. Soothing. Those muscles clamped down tight around his fingers as he let out a low groan at his husband who tugged sharply on his nipples. Pulls that had him squirming, twisting, with his heart hammering against his chest.

He arched his chest up into Shouta's hands while he rolled circles into that trembling inner wall. Circles that he hoped soothe the way he wanted them too as those inner walls clamped down tightly around his fingers. He kept his movements gentle with a slight curl to his fingers when his husband whimpered at him with lips sliding against his fervently, fiercely.

He kissed him back with that same passion, that same desire, as he rolled his fingers into his husband who squirmed above him. The stump of his right thigh and his left knee digging into the bed while fingers played with his nipples. Twisting, tugging, pinching. It was so good. So, so good as his dick twitched in a volley once again when he then spread his fingers out.

Shouta broke away from the kisses with a sharp smack, throwing his head back and crying out as he lifted his head from the bed to press kisses into his throat. His husband's cry bounced off of the wall, trembling, when he held that stretched position of his fingers. Bringing them together then stretching out again. And again. Again, again, again.

He stretched his fingers out to push at those inner walls firmly but insistently with each spread of his fingers with the black-haired man's cry choking off in his throat on a sharp inhale. He crawled his lips down towards his collar bone where he softly nibbled at the edge of it. Kissing at his skin. He spread his fingers out once more inside of the black-haired man who whimpered at him shrilly, needy, with fingers pinching tightly.

Tugging. He fucking loves it. He then pressed his fingers together before beginning to thrust his fingers into the black-haired man shallowly. Gentle. Mindful of that gentleness when his husband gasped in a breath when he pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat then crawling his lips up his throat. Nipping at his Adam's Apple on his way upwards then kissing softly at him.

He kissed up below his husband's jaw with the black-haired man squirming, twisting, with fingers pinching his nipples so damn tight. Hard. It had him crying out himself with his toes curling as his hips bucked up to thrust against his husband with that cry ringing off of the walls and causing his hearing aids to protest. His husband winced to which he choked it down.

Focusing instead on thrusting his fingers gently into the black-haired man who whimpered with hips arching backwards against his hands. He squeezed at the cheek he held as he thrusted his fingers shallowly into his husband again and again before spreading his fingers out. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, then spreading. His husband clung to him with fingers twisting his nipples gently from side to side.

That tight pinch lightening slightly with those tweaking twists had his chest raising. The pain still tingled over his chest, but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit when he slid his hand from his cheek to brush his hand along his husband's waist then reaching down. Touching the twitching dick that was hardening slightly to which he wrapped his fingers around the black-haired man.

His own dick was twitching when he got another sharp pinch of those finger and God if it didn't have that blood draining down. If the sensitivity of it didn't turn him on like nothing else. He gasped in at the way the blood surged through his veins; gushing down, down, down. Leaving him breathless as he squirmed beneath the black-haired man. Spreading his fingers out.

Thrusting. He whimpered, damn near mewling, into the black-haired man's throat when he nipped playfully at the man. A nip that earned him a whimper back from his husband when he spread his fingers out again. And again. Spreading, spreading, spreading. Feeling the trembling of those inner walls that were trying to strangle his fingers together. Trembling. Flexing.

He pushed out obstinately with his fingers trembling lightly before he then brought them together to thrust into his husband. Slick slides of his fingers slipping into the black-haired man again and again as pre-come dripped into his boxers. Dripping as he began to harden up much like the shaft in his hand as he moaned into his husband's throat.

Scraping his teeth over the side of Shouta's neck. Loving the shudder that ran over his husband when he began to stroke his husband in time with his thrusting fingers. Something slow, easy, as he twisted his hand up near the head like the way his husband showed him. The way Shouta liked it. He took his time sliding from base to head where he would roll his thumb over the head with flicks at the piercing nestled against his slit.

Loving the whimper, it earned him from the black-haired man as he trailed his lips down the side of his neck to his shoulder with kisses that had the black-haired man squirming. He kissed at that feverish skin with the black-haired man's fingers tugging at his nipples gently. Much gentler but he didn't mind it; if anything, it felt just as good as those harder pulls of his husband's.

He squirmed with his breaths trembling, racing, out of him as his lips pressed to his husband's shoulder where he dragged his teeth over his skin teasingly. He knew he could leave a hickey if he wanted but he wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't. Not yet. He thrusted his fingers into his husband then spread his fingers out again. Spreading, spreading, spreading.

Pushing at those inner walls insistently when he felt the loosening. The way they were relaxing. He knew there was no perfect "looseness", but he wanted to be thorough. Thorough as he could be as he thrusted his fingers into his husband before spreading his fingers out again. A hand slid away from his nipple to reach down where that hand cupped his crotch.

Rolling that heel into him slightly with a moan bursting out of him. His erection was straining effortlessly at the pajama bottoms he'd changed into; was pre-come leaking through? Could Shouta feel it? He groaned at the thought with his hand stroking the black-haired man into a proper erection; filling out in his hand as his thumb rolled over the head.

He spread his fingers out again, again, again then pressed his fingers together before pulling them out of his husband. He loved the eager whimper that left his husband in response when he gently coaxed his husband off of him with the black-haired man flopping down on the bed next to him. He then pushed at his pants; working them down from his hips where his half hard erection sprung out eagerly.

Swallowing as he watched himself twitching as blood gushed down, down, down. Watching himself stiffening up by the seconds as he worked his pants down his thighs to his knees. Down his calves to his ankles where he kicked his feet out with his pants and boxers sailing over the edge of the bed. And as he turned, the lube was shoved into his hand to which he clawed the cap open again.

Squirting lube into his palm as he then reached down. Wrapping his hand around himself, he spread the lube over himself with a slick squelch; his skin shining in the lighting as he hardened in his hand with his palm rolling over the head. Making sure there was a decent layer over his piercings. And then he turned to his husband to which he gestured for him to lay down when the black-haired man blinked before sucking in a sharp breath.

His husband then laid out on his side and he crawled up behind him where he flopped down behind the black-haired man. It had been too long since he fucked him from behind like this and he knew his husband was a glutton for it. Knew it was his husband's favorite position. He reached down to grab at a cheek to spread Shouta open while he used his other hand to hold himself.

Pressing the head against that twitching hole when a hand reached back to claw at his ass. He knew his husband was impatient. He knew he didn't want to be teased. And yet his hips moved to rub himself against that twitching hole; taking his time rubbing his piercings over it. Loving the keening whimper, it got him from the black-haired man who arched his hips backwards.

His husband squirmed when he rubbed himself against that twitching hole delightedly and he could only imagine the sensations. The way his piercings had to be dragging and rolling over that twitching hole of his. Hungry. Greedy. He dragged his teeth over his lip as he moved his hips to grind himself playfully to the black-haired man who whimpered at him in a near mewl.

Pleading. Begging. He was more than happy to give his husband what he wanted. He rubbed himself against Shouta who squirmed, with hips arching back to grind himself against his erection which sent shivers down his back when he pulled his hips backwards. His hand holding himself steady, he rubbed the head of his erection against his husband's hole.

Loving the whimper it got him in response when he happily nudged at his husband. Nudging, nudging, nudging. Tracing the rim of his hole with the head before he felt Shouta pressing back against him. And he happily nudged forward against his husband with a pressure, a force, that had his husband inhaling sharply. Then, before he knew it, he was slipping into Shouta.

Gasps taken by the both of them only for Shouta to cry out as he began sinking into him with his head tilting back. He released the bite on his lip to lean in to kiss at his husband's shoulder softly with a moan snapping out of him at the tight squeeze of his husband's inner walls clamping down around him. He pushed in, in, in inch by inch until his pelvis was hitting against his husband.

He curled his arm around his husband's waist with his lips trailing over his shoulder softly when he reached up to gently coax black curls away from his neck. His throat. He trailed his lips upwards with kisses that had the black-haired man squirming against him with a whimper when those hips began to grind. They moved in tight circles back against his pelvis which had him groaning.

Trailing his lips up the side of Shouta's neck softly. Inner walls clamping down in a hard squeeze when his erection dared to twitch. And God. God, it was so good, so good, so good. Hot. Tight. He was drowning in the heat that lapped under his skin as he grinded his hips forward against his husband in response.

Copying those tight circles delightedly with the black-haired man moaning out with a hand reaching down to grab at his wrist. Nails biting into his skin lightly as his husband ground back. The light squelch from their actions ringing out as inner walls clenched around him so tight, tight, tight that it felt like it'd be near impossible to move. He moaned into his husband's neck with his hand skimming over his husband's stomach.

Brushing his way up to his chest where he trailed his fingers over a perked up nipple. Trailing his fingers over his areola, over the hardened nub, when he then brought his fingers together to pinch it. Loving the way his husband's back arched from his chest to push into his hand when he tightened his pinch. Rolling his nipple between his fingers gently with the black-haired man whimpering as hips moved frantically.

A tight grinding back against his pelvis with that light squelch ringing out to mix in with racing, shallow breaths that trembled slightly. Breaths that raced in anticipation while hips moved together in tight circles with those inner walls squeezing around him so fucking good that he felt half out of his mind. So hot. It was soaking into him leaving him melting into a puddle behind the black-haired man.

Loving the way that hand tightened on his wrist as he rolled his husband's nipple between his fingers with a foot nudging at his own. He kissed at the side of his husband's neck softly; kisses that had the man shuddering in his arms with fingers tight on his wrist. He tightened his hold on the black-haired man who grinded back against him in circles.

He squirmed when the black-haired man then pressed his head into the pillow when he began trailing his lips back to his shoulder with those black curls tickling his skin. There was so much heat. Inside of Shouta, buried to the hilt, had never felt fucking better. Being skin to skin like this with his husband? It was the best thing in the world. There's nothing he adores more than that.

And then, to his surprise, Shouta was moving; his hips sliding forward then snapping back to hit against his pelvis with a light slap. A hit that had him sucking in a sharp breath when Shouta slid his hips forward then snapped back again. And again. Again, again, again. His husband moved back and forth in a shallow depth with his ass striking at his pelvis again and again.

He couldn't stop himself from moaning encouragingly at the black-haired man. Shouta arched into his arms beautifully as the black-haired man continued to snap his hips back and forth gently. Hitting against his pelvis with that light slap again and again while he rolled that nipple between his fingers. A moan in his throat with the black-haired man holding onto him.

The squelch of his erection slipping in and out of the black-haired man, no matter how shallow, rang out to fill the quiet. He clutched Shouta close as he kissed at his shoulder before dipping his head to kiss at the back of it. Tugging at his nipple when he wiggled his other arm beneath Shouta with his fingers reaching out to trail over his hardened right nipple.

Pinching it just like he did with the left nipple when he gave a tug in unison which had his husband whimpering. A shrill sound that had him squirming slightly while his husband continued with those quick, shallow thrusts back against his pelvis. It was amazing. Absolutely, positively amazing. He was drowning in the heat as he clung to the black-haired man with a keening moan when he nipped playfully at his husband.

Biting at him lightly which got him another of those keening whimpers from the black-haired man who snapped his hips back quickly. The heat of him was so good. There was a heat that radiated off of his husband that had him moaning at the black-haired man enthusiastically with his fingers tugging at those hardened nipples.

Pinching tightly when a moan flew out of Shouta in response with hips jerking backwards again and again. Hitting against him with a strength that had his hips twitching. Had him fighting the urge to thrust forward into the black-haired man. He wanted to work up to it; to let his husband move as he pleased first.

His husband's hips snapped back and forth to hit against him again and again with his heart jumping against his chest as he let out a low, throaty moan with his fingers tugging at those hardened nipples. Pinching them tightly with the black-haired man whining at him in response with hips snapping backwards against him.

Doing so with such strength it had him moaning again when he tweaked Shouta's nipples. Twisting side to side with that tight pinch with the black-haired man whining out again when inner walls clamped around his twitching erection. A tight squeeze that had him squirming. Twisting eagerly when his husband began moving his hips faster. Still at that shallow depth but his husband was moving fast, fast, fast with hips moving quickly.

Hands held onto his wrists when his erection dared to twitch inside the black-haired man. He shuddered when his husband flew backwards to hit against him which had his hips twitching forward. This earned him a moan from his husband; an encouraging, enthusiastic sound. Had him gasping in as his fingers fanned out then to squeeze his husband's chest.

Groping it the way he would with a pair of breasts. This had his husband moaning at him in response with hips snapping backwards eagerly to hit against him again and again. He was letting his husband work himself into a proper frenzy. He squeezed at his husband's chest again before swirling his fingers around his areola with his fingers trailing over his nipples before giving a tight, pert squeeze to them. Tugging.

He loved the way his husband's chest arched into his hands with a whine spilling out of the man when he twitched his hips forward again with the black-haired man whining pleadingly at him. And he pulled his hips back and snapped his hips forward to meet a thrust of Shouta's. The squelch of his thrust ringing out when he eagerly tugged his hips back again then thrusted forward.

The black-haired man moaning at him as hands slid down to grip at his forearms. He tweaked Shouta's nipples when he tugged his hips back then snapped forward to meet Shouta's backwards thrust with a slap of their skin meeting. Doing it again, again, again as he met his husband's backwards thrusts against his pelvis with hands tight on his forearms.

Black curls rustling over the blanket when Shouta squirmed with hips jerking back to meet him in the middle. And he happily swung his hips forward to thrust into the black-haired man who moaned at him so prettily it had his heart thudding. Had heat flashing over his skin in a stunning burst as he tweaked his husband's nipples with his hips moving to meet Shouta's thrusts.

Falling into rhythm with the movements of his husband's with a keening moan slipping out of him as he scraped his teeth teasingly over Shouta's skin with the black-haired man squirming against him. Hips swinging to meet in the middle with a slap of their skin hitting together again and again. Twisting. Squirming. Both wanting to be closer, closer, closer when he tugged at his husband's nipple.

Sliding his hand down from his chest to his stomach that quivered under his touch. He pressed himself into Shouta's back with the man moaning at him in that pretty pitch of his as hands tightened on his forearms when he snapped his hips forward. Hitting against his husband as he admired the way those inner walls clenched tightly around him.

A squeeze that had a moan snapping its way out of him as he moved quickly in time to match his husband's pace. His speed and strength. Meeting in the middle each time without fail with thrusts that had his husband moaning at him enthusiastically. Hands holding onto his forearms as he tweaked his nipples delightedly.

Tugging on them with a tight pinch that had the black-haired man whimpering as hips swung back to hit against him. Hits that he absolutely adored as he met his husband in the middle. Eager. Excited. It was hard to name the emotion twisting into his chest as he thrusted into his husband who squeezed around him perfectly.

It had him moaning delightedly at the black-haired man with his fingers tugging on those nipples with a keening whimper leaving his husband. A shrill sound that sent shivers through him as he pulled his hips back then snapped forward to bury himself into that clenching heat that felt so, so good. Hot. God, he was so hot.

He shuddered with his hips moving eagerly to meet his husband in the middle with his hands toying with his husband's nipples. Kissing at his upper back softly with the black-haired man squirming, twisting, against him with whimpers spilling out of the man. Hips moving quickly together; fast, snapping thrusts with the slap of their skin meeting rhythmically.

Meeting in the middle each time as hands held onto his forearms tightly. Nails biting into his skin, his husband's hips snapped back to hit against his pelvis again with a force that had him moaning. He returned that strength forward against the black-haired man who moaned at him with hands sliding over his forearms as he snapped his hips forward.

Thrusting into the black-haired man the moment he pulled back; an eager rhythm being given as he slid a hand down from his husband's chest to grab at that moving him. Dragging his nails over the tattoo there which had his husband squirming against him when he dug his nails in. Snapping his hips forward quickly to meet his husband's fast pace with inner walls fluttering before clenching tightly around him.

And God if he didn't love it. If it didn't have him positively burning as he dove into the heat that squeezed him so fucking good. The heat that felt positively magical around his erection. And he could only imagine the sensations his husband got to have with this. He knew he wasn't going to come in him, he wouldn't disrespect his husband like that but until then?

God, it felt amazing. It felt absolutely fucking awesome as he slipped into his husband again and again. It felt better than a condom; it was cliché to think it, but it was true. He felt skin to skin with his husband and he adored that sensation more than anything in the world. Snapping his hips forward in quick thrusts against his husband, he tightened his hold on his hip.

His thumb rolling into his skin when he tugged his husband back harder. Encouraging silently for those harder thrusts against his pelvis which he got from his husband in response. This had moans tumbling out of the both of them in near unison; a trembling sound that had him choking on the pleasure being given to him.

He kept up that light tug on his husband's hip as he jerked back with a new speed and strength; hitting against him delightfully. Amazingly. He snapped his hips forward to meet his husband's thrusts backwards with the black-haired man moaning at him so prettily. So needy. Desperate. Ecstatic. He tugged on his husband's nipple with a moan in his throat tearing itself out of him.

And he tugged on his hip with his ass slapping against his pelvis. Burying himself into the man to the hilt again and again when he felt Shouta beginning to swing his hips forward further. He happily, eagerly, copied that pull back with one, two, three piercings popping out over the rim of his husband's hole then slamming himself forward into his husband.

Loving the cry, it got him from the black-haired man who twisted against him with inner walls clenching tightly around him. It had his erection twitching when he let out a keening moan as he threw his head back. Fuck him, it was good. So good. He loved the strength in those inner walls that clamped around him so tight it had him damn near breathless.

Had him gasping as his hand tightened on his husband's hip with fingers curling to drag his nails over that tattooed hip of his. So sexy it was. He loved the whine it got him from his husband when he began to yank his hips back further at that new length then slamming forward where they met in the middle. Hitting together with a deafening slap of their skin meeting as he eagerly yanked his hips back.

Moving with his husband who was moaning at him again with the hand on his forearm squeezing at him. He squeezed his husband in response with a moan in his throat when Shouta slammed back against his pelvis. Grinding against him in tight circles that had him utterly breathless. Then hips were swinging forward again to which he pulled back and slammed himself forward.

Moaning into his shoulder with hands holding him tightly as Shouta's back arched with a keening moan spilling out of the black-haired man. Hips moving fast, fast, fast with thrusts that met one another beautifully with his husband moaning at him. Pleading. As if he were begging him for more. And God, if he wasn't willing to give his husband positively everything he could want and more from him.

If he didn't want to love this man all night long if he had it his way. Slamming his hips forward against his husband, he couldn't help moaning into his skin with the heat of him soaking into his erection. He clung to his husband, squeezing his hip, when he slammed his hips forward again, again, again with the black-haired man squirming. Twisting.

Hitting back against him in compliance with the light tugging on his hip. God, there was nothing better. Kissing at his husband's upper back he felt Shouta's head shifting with black curls rustling over the pillow. Raising his own head up, he pressed his lips to those slightly parted full ones without thinking twice about it when he let go of his husband's nipple to reach up.

Touching his jaw gently as he coaxed his head to tilt backwards and to the side just a bit more. Just enough to get him moaning delightedly with lips sliding against his own as he traced the shape of his jaw with the tips of his fingers. Slamming forward into that clenching heat delightedly with that slick squelch ringing out each time to punctuate each thrust he gave.

Squeezing his husband impossibly close to him as his back pressed into his chest once more with black curls tickling his feverish skin. He was so hot, hot, hot. He moaned into the kisses with his hand squeezing his husband's hip which got him a snapping moan back from the black-haired man in response. His fingers traced along his husband's jaw as lips slid against his with such a hunger that it had him burning up.

Had him huffing through his nose when he returned that hunger to his husband without thinking twice about it. Kisses given passionately despite the awkward angle of his husband's head and his own as hands held onto him tightly. Clinging to him like he was a weight that was keeping his husband from floating away. Slamming his hips forward against the black-haired man, he delighted in the strength that was used back against him.

The way Shouta hit against his pelvis. It was positively amazing when that strength was used, when inner walls clamped down around him, and fuck if it didn't have him diving forward eagerly. Slamming himself into the black-haired man the moment he pulled back. Eager. Giving in to the howling voice in the back of his head that demanded he dive into that clenching heat again and again.

And he didn't think twice about it; he happily slammed himself into the black-haired man who moaned at him. Slamming into his husband who was squirming, arching, against him with his hips hitting against his pelvis with an answering strength. And he giddily listened to the sounds around them; the slap of their skin meeting. The slick squelch of his erection slipping in and out of the black-haired man.

The huffing breaths taken through noses desperately. The quiet back of throat sounds made by the both of them. The moans, groans, whines, whimpers and grunts. The sharp smack of their moving lips. He was drowning in the heat that was bubbling under his skin like an undercurrent. Burning his blood through his veins. He slammed his hips forward faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder.

He gave his husband exactly what he wanted and how he needed it as he shuddered with his hips moving quickly to match his husband. Tugging on his hip gently to get him to move faster. The black-haired man moaned at him enthusiastically with inner walls clenching tightly around him in response with a squeeze that had him gasping in his air.

Shuddering with his toes curling tightly when he slammed forward only to have his husband slamming back against his pelvis. Hard hits that he positively adored. Hits that had heat ripping under his skin like a hot burst that had him wheezing in. His heart thudding against his chest with his hips moving faster to keep up with his husband.

Slamming himself into that heat again, again, again with a moan breaking out of him that was much too loud. Bouncing off of the walls and coming back to him with his hearing aids protesting the pitch. His husband winced to which he cut his moan off the best that he possibly could with his hand tightening on his husband's hip in apology.

A silent squeeze as he tugged him back and he felt his husband relaxing again with hips grinding against his pelvis briefly. And then he was swinging forward to jerk his hips forward then slamming back against his pelvis. He happily moved his own hips to make sure he met his husband's backwards thrusts again and again.

It had him groaning at his husband in response as he slammed forward into the black-haired man again and again. Listening to the slap of their skin meeting. The slick squelch of lube. He could feel his piercings popping out; one, two, three, four piercings before he was slamming forward with his husband moaning at him. It was more than enough to continue onwards.

To give his husband exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. It was more than enough and God if it didn't have him boiling. If it didn't have him moaning as those inner walls clenched tightly around him. A squeeze that had him diving into his husband with an eagerness twisting into his chest. Wanting to make this man feel good with him as he clutched at his hip.

Squeezing it tightly with hips moving to strike back against his pelvis. There was nothing he wanted more than to make this man feel good. Nothing he wanted more than to make his husband moan the way that he was. To know that he was making his husband feel good was all that he wanted. He clung to the black-haired man when he dragged his nails over that tattooed hip again with his husband moaning at him in response.

He slammed into his husband again and again with an eagerness that twisted into him. Tainted the movements of his. And Shouta seemed to understand that eagerness when hips slammed back against him again and again. Relentless. It had him moaning with his hand squeezing his husband's hip. Rolling his thumb to massage the black-haired man delightfully with hips moving quickly together.

So much heat. Fuck, he was going to melt away if he wasn't careful. Inner walls clamped down tightly around him when his erection dared to twitch in a volley to which he groaned at his husband who twisted in his arms. Squirming. Moaning at him with fingers tightening on him as lips slid together fiercely. Passionate kisses with huffs taken through their noses as lips moved against his with such a hunger it had him shuddering.

Had him squirming himself with his hand tightening on his husband's hip while the other trailed down his jaw to his throat. Over his chest gently. The black-haired man wriggled, squirming, with his hips slamming back against his pelvis. Hard hits that had the black-haired man moaning louder, louder, louder at him with the hand on his forearm lifting to curl up into his hair.

Twisting into the locks with a sharp tug that had him moaning at his husband who clung to him with lips sliding fervently against his own. Fiercely. He was drowning under the heat as he slammed his hips forward eagerly against his husband with his hand tightening on his hip. Yanking at Shouta who complied with his tugs beautifully with hips jerking back fast. Hard.

Both twisting together with hands holding onto one another with fingers tugging at his hair restlessly with the black-haired man slamming back against his pelvis. The sharp slap of their skin meeting ringing out to fill the quiet with sweat pricking over his skin. Pricking at his forehead. It was an itchy sensation but one he weathered the best that he could as he scratched at his husband again.

Loving the way his hips moved faster when he did so; as if there was a frantic frenzy. A desperate arousal to the action. He trailed his fingers down the center of his husband's chest down to his stomach. Touching the skin lightly when he felt muscles quivering beneath his fingers when he then trailed his fingers down further.

Trailing his fingers lightly along the underside of that erection with the black-haired man whimpering at him pleadingly; desperately. Wanton. Eagerly. It was a sound that sent shivers racing down his back with his toes curling tightly when he slammed forward against his husband eagerly with those hips jerking backwards then forwards against his trailing fingers.

His husband felt so hard beneath his fingers. There was something absolutely arousing about that. It had him moaning lowly in his throat with his husband's hips arching forward shamelessly. He shuddered with his heart hammering in his chest when he trailed his fingers along the underside of his husband's erection again when he slid them up to the head.

Tapping at the soaked thing lightly with the pads of his fingers. He knew if he could look that he'd see those translucent strands of pre-come clinging to his fingers. It had him groaning as he kissed his husband fiercely; passionately. Hungrily. Kissing him harder with lips moving fast, fast, fast much like the way their hips were moving together.

Coming together harder and harder with each swing of their hips. Bucking desperately. He used his hold on his husband's hip to keep him pressed tightly against him when the hand in his hair yanked at it sharply. Sending sparks racing down his back as he huffed through his nose with his fingers squeezing at his husband's moving hip.

And then that hand was working itself free from his hair to reach down and much to his delight, that hand grabbed at his ass. Jerking him forward harder, harder, harder with nails dragging over his skin that had him moaning delightedly at the black-haired man. He happily slammed himself forward against the black-haired man again and again.

Slamming into him with his lips sliding against his with a desire, a lust, that had his breaths coming in sharp rasps through his nose. His glasses, damn them, were digging into his face. He really ought to remember to take them off more often. He pounded himself into the black-haired man eagerly, fervently.

Moaning in his throat as he thrusted into his husband again and again. Diving into the clenching heat that squeezed him so good that it had his toes curling tightly. Had his hips moving desperately to slam into that heat that was melting him through to his core as he clung to his husband's hip. Moaning loudly at the black-haired man as their lips moved together fiercely. Passionately.

Hungry kisses given to one another with a sharp smack ringing out. He slammed his hips forward against his husband with his fingers tapping at the head of his erection again before curling his fingers around the hardened thing. And in time with their fast thrusts, he began to stroke the black-haired man in time with his slamming thrusts.

Throwing himself into those thrusts that nudged at his husband lightly with ecstatic moans slipping out of his husband. Together they twisted up with fingers squeezing his erection tightly which had inner walls clamping down tight around him much to his delight. Moaning into the kiss with his husband, lips moving fervently together eagerly when his husband moaned back at him.

God, it was so good, so good, so good. He was drowning under the heat that was twisting beneath the surface of his skin as he clung to the black-haired man with a keening moan spilling out of him. He wanted to mark this man up. He wanted to leave marks all over that pretty throat of his. He wanted to leave marks all over his body until he was done with him. And knowing his husband, he'd accept it.

He would let him place whatever marks he wanted on him so long as it was below the throat. He couldn't wait for summer vacation and he'd be given the go ahead to markup his throat if he wanted. He whined at the thought with his hips slamming forward against his husband who squirmed against him. His nails digging into his ass cheek to coax him into moving faster.

Coming forward harder. And he happily gave in to the silent request; he pounded himself into the black-haired man who moaned at him in that needy, wanton manner that had him shuddering just to hear. He pounded into his husband who was moving to mimic his movements; to copy that pounding speed and strength of his.

Pounding himself to his pelvis which he positively adored as he stroked his husband in time with his fast, hard thrusts. Nails dragged his ass cheek. wit burning lines left behind in his skin that had him moaning at the black-haired man delightedly with that hand holding onto him tightly. He pounded into his husband, the tight heat clenching him so damn good.

God, there was nothing better than this man. Then the pleasure that he received and gave to his husband. Huffing through his nose, he pulled away from their passionate kisses with a sharp smack as shaking pants were taken through noses when he then squeezed the twitching erection in his hand. Pre-come slick beneath his fingers when he then squeezed his husband's shaft tightly.

Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing. He pounded at his husband who moved his hips to pound back against him when he bit at the shell of his husband's ear. Biting down on it when he got a hard squeeze around his shaft which had him moaning at the black-haired man. He got a moan back when he released his bite on his ear to lap his tongue along the shell of it gently.

Loving the way those nails dug into his ass cheek with his husband holding onto him fervently. Like he was his one anchor. His lifeline. It had him groaning at the thought when he then dug his nails into his husband's moving hip. The sharp slap of their skin was deafening between them when he then took a trembling breath. His husband was so hot against him.

Feverish. And God if it didn't turn him on like nothing else. If it didn't have him burning up just to feel that feverish heat radiating onto him. He pounded into his husband fervently, fiercely, with those hips moving to pound against his pelvis. He could feel sweat forming along his hairline with his hand holding him tighter. The hand on his ass tightening in response.

And, fuck, his husband damn near mewling at him in a high, reedy pitch that tore out of the man. He clung onto his husband the same way Shouta clung to him. He tugged harder on his husband to jerk him back faster which the black-haired man moved in compliance with when he moaned at his husband at the clench. So tight. So, fucking hot.

"Yo-You are so perfect, you know that? You are th-the most perfect man in-in the entire world! You fe-feel so good wra-wrapped 'round me like that! So hot! Tight! Mmmm! God, you fe-feel so good, baby! Hnnn! Th-There's nothin' better than you! So be-beautiful! Sexy! Gorgeous! You are the mo-most beautiful thi-thing in the world! Nnnnn! God, you ar-are so good! I co-could fuck you all night! Fuck you un-until you're begging me to stop! Ah! Ohhhh, yes! Yes, Shouta, sq-squeeze my fu-fuckin' cock!"

"Yo-You're perfect too! You fe-feel so gooood inside of-of me! Ah! Ah, ah! Ohhhh! Fuck, Zashi! Fuck, fuck! I ca-can't get enough of this! Ca-Can't get enough of you! I ne-need you all the time! Ne-need you to touch me all the ti-time! I lo-love having your hands on me! Love ha-having you inside of me! You feel so-so good inside me! I lo-love having that big fu-fucking cock inside! Love fe-feeling those piercings! Ohhhh! Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me, Zashi! Ha-Harder! Faster! Fu-Fuck me all night! Please? Please?"

"I'll fuck you all night, baby! All-All damn night! I'll to-touch you the wa-way you need me too! Mmmm! Nnnn! You are th-the best thing in the wo-world to me! Ah! I'll gi-give you everything! I'll le-let you fuck me if you wa-want! Let you dra-drain me of cum! Nnnn, God, baby, if you keep squ-squeezing like that I'm- Ohhhh! Oh! Fuck! Shit, baby! Ah, ah! I'm go-gonna pound you in-into this bed, you understand me? I'm gonna ma-make you cum again and again! Un-Until you can't anymore!"

"Please! Please, please! I want you to fuck me ov-over and over! 'gainst the wall! The floor! In the shower! On the floor of the-the shower! In the mi-mirror! I want you to fu-fuck me all over this room! Want you to po-pound me! Mmmmm! I wan-want your big cock in-in me all night! Ah, ah! Ohhhh, yes! Yes, yes! Find it! Fi- There! Right there! Ahhhhn, Zashi, baby, yes! Yes! Right there! Ohhh, yo-you're gonna make me-!"

His husband was jolting, jerking, against him when he pounded into him. Making sure the angle of his hips remained the same as he hit at the black-haired man prostate again and again. A wail tearing out of his husband when he pounded into the tight clenching heat with his jaw clenching against a howl as those inner walls clenched tightly around him.

Squeezing for all their damn worth it seemed as he jerked his hips quickly to pound into the black-haired man. His husband writhed and twisted against him as he kept that angle. And then he shifted; pushing his husband forward, he rolled onto of his husband, tugging his hand away from his husband's erection to plant his hands to the bed.

He pounded into his husband who wailed into the pillow he buried his face into. A muffled wail that he adored more than anything as he planted a hand securely to the bed. Using the other to arch his husband's hips upwards, he reached beneath him to wrap his fingers around his throbbing erection and began stroking again.

Loving the way his husband's thighs fell open as his knee and the stump of his right thigh dug into the bed as hips jerked back eagerly to hit against his pelvis. A pounding rhythm that rang out with sharp slaps of their skin meeting again and again with huffing pants being taken. He pounded into the black-haired man who jolted and jerked like he was being electrocuted each time he hit at his prostate.

Loving the keening moans that were spilling into the pillow as his own erection began to throb. Began to twitch in a frantic volley that had inner walls clenching around him tightly with his hand pressing into the bed. His knees digging into it as he pounded into his husband with a moan in his throat. Leaning over the man who then turned his head with rasping pants being taken.

Hips moved back to hit against his pelvis. Eager movements from the both of them when he watched Shouta's hands clutch at the pillow his head rested on. A white knuckled grasp that he absolutely adored as he pounded into his husband with the bed wobbling lightly beneath them from the eager movements.

Stroking the black-haired fast in time with his pounding thrusts when the black-haired man whimpered shrilly at him with that dark eye looking up at him. His full lips parted. Cheek glowing a brilliant red. The lamp catching the light sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead and his body. Glistening which made him all the more beautiful in that golden light.

He pounded into his husband with the crisp slap of their sweaty skin meeting like shots of sound in the quiet bedroom. There was a fluttering that was tugging tightly into his stomach. Pulling into a hot spark in his stomach that he chased after that pleasure. Chased after the spark that twisted tightly into his lower stomach with a heaving gasp being taken.

He chased after the pleasure the best that he could while giving it to his husband who moaned wantonly beneath him. Eagerly. Ecstatically. A drawn out sound that had his stomach fluttering as his world began to shrink. To boil down. His hips slamming faster, faster, faster against the black-haired man with huffing pants being taken as he stroked the throbbing erection in his grasp. Squeezing.

Twisting and curving his hand, swiping his fingers over the head with his fingers flicking at the ball against his urethra. Loving the way those hips were bucking back and forth with a shrill whimper leaving his husband. Keeping up the angle that had the man jerking beneath him with inner walls clamping tight around him. God, does he love this man!

He huffed in his pants as his erection throbbed fervently much like the one in his grasp when he gritted his teeth slightly with his jaw wiggling when the black-haired man pounded back against his pelvis with gasps being taken. High, rasping pants that told him the black-haired man was getting close, close, close. Pounding into his husband, those inner walls were squeezing tight, tight, tight around him.

And he couldn't help moaning at his husband when he then felt that spark tightening into his stomach. His world shrinking to a hot point where nothing mattered but that pleasure. Then making Shouta feel good. Nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. And the man was moaning his name like a prayer; like a curse, like he was a king, an avenging angel.

Moaning out Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi over and over again with those inner walls clamping so tight he had to put effort behind his thrusts. He was gasping himself as his erection throbbed maddeningly with those inner walls throbbing around him. As if coaxing him to come. To burst. And he was getting so, so close.

He pounded into his jerking husband while his hand moved fast, fast, fast with the black-haired man moaning beneath him beautifully with his back arching. Hips jutting back against his pelvis. And all it took, so insignificant, was a shrill moaning of his name leaving his husband. A hard squeeze of those inner walls. And he was jerking backwards with his thighs tensing up.

They shook with his stomach flexing in that familiar way. Tugging out of his husband with a slick squelch as his hand left the black-haired man when he rubbed himself frantically against his twitching, gaping hole. Against his crack. And he was coming. Crying out with his hand stroking his husband fast, fast, fast as his eyes rolled back with tingles rushing up his shaking thighs to explode into his stomach.

Coming, coming, coming! He didn't know if he shouted the chanted word in his mind, but it didn't matter. Shouta was crying out beneath him as he stiffened up; his erection pulsing in his grasp when the black-haired man thrusted into his hand again and again. Coming. White-hot waves slammed over him as he slid himself between his husband's cheeks with hard pulses of his erection driving him insane.

Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. Drowning, drowning, drowning. So good. Too good. It was like being suspended in a white-hot heat. Something that choked him. Ate him up from the inside out. He thrusted weakly between his husband's cheeks with a grind that had his husband whimpering as his erection pulsed in his grasp. Hot, hot, hot. Good, good, good.

He was drowning under the white-hot heat that ripped beneath his skin; slammed over his head leaving him hot. Leaving him shaking in its wake like a pack of dogs were tearing him apart. Slamming over him again and again. Suspending him into a white-hot space where it lasted for a century. An eternity. Each pulse of his erection more maddening than the last.

And then, much to his relief, it was rushing out of him leaving him slumping. Air that he hadn't known he'd trapped in his chest rushing out of him as his hand pressed into the bed to keep from falling on his husband who was shaking beneath him. Shuddering. And then a sigh was leaving Shouta with the black-haired man mewling when he stroked him lazily before pulling his hand away.

He opened his eyes that rolled sightlessly; trying to focus when his gaze landed on the mess on his husband's back. The mess of come splattered over his back and the come that was no doubt splattered on his chest and stomach would keep him from laying down. He pulled himself away from his husband as he took a trembling breath with his hands digging into the bed.

Crawling forward to grab the wipes with clumsy fingers. He then settled back behind his husband, tugging the top open and pulling wipes out as he scooped his come off of his husband's back that heaved with racing pants. He made sure he got all the come off of his husband before tugging a new wipe from the pack.

Then he began to scrub his husband's back with the wipe. Suds forming around his fingers as he made sure to scrub his back thoroughly before gently tapping his back when his husband flopped over with a huff. He scooped the used wipes up and tossed them in the trash with a rustle before tugging fresh wipes from the pack.

His husband had splattered come over his stomach and chest in thick lines. He used the wipes to scoop the come off of his chest and stomach carefully then plucked a fresh wipe from the pack. He got to work on scrubbing his stomach and chest gently while that erection softened slowly with twitches. He scrubbed at his husband's skin with suds forming beneath the tips of his fingers.

Gathering the wipes up to toss into the trash. panting with his fingers closing the wipes container with a click. And then he glanced over to find his husband holding his hands up. Opening and closing in that silent beg for him to come closer. He placed the wipes on the bedside table then crawled over. Flopping down on his side, he curled an arm across his husband's stomach with his hand resting on his side.

Tugging him close. And then full lips were pressing to his face. Kisses to his jaw, cheek, nose, forehead, eyebrows and cheekbones. Gentle kisses that he found himself eager to return to his husband as he tightened his arm around the black-haired man. Holding him close, close, close to his chest with the black-haired man curling an arm around him.

Racing breaths taken between the both of them. Fast, racing breaths that trembled on their way in and out that fanned onto feverish cheeks. Uncomfortably hot. He tugged his husband impossibly close to him as he kissed at that red face adoringly. Kissing his cheeks, jaw, nose and forehead. The scars that overlapped on his cheekbone, his ruined eyelid and the scar that stopped just below his eyebrow.

Kissing the face he so adored with a breathless giggle then leaving him as his husband twisted closer to him. Pushing him onto his back, Shouta sprawled out on top of him with their sweaty skin sliding together in that comforting manner. He clutched his husband closer to him with lips moving over faces.

The soft smacks filling the quiet that suddenly seemed so unbelievably loud as his husband cuddled into him with his hand pressing to the bed. Shouta's lips felt so good against his face. Soft kisses that had his heart fluttering as he squeezed Shouta impossibly close to him. Wanting to drag him under his skin.

He then nuzzled his nose to Shouta's which got him a nuzzle back that had him giggling breathlessly again. This time, his husband laughed with him gently when fingers trailed down his cheek as they cuddled close. And then Shouta pulled away from to rest his head down on his chest before tilting it back to nuzzle his face into his throat.

Running his hand over those black curls that he so adored with his husband kissing softly at his throat. He tilted his head to kiss at the top of his husband's head adoringly when he then nuzzled his cheek to the top of Shouta's head.Sliding his hands up and down his back slickly with the black-haired man twisting up against him.

And he adored more than anything in the world. He loved the feeling of Shouta pressed up against him like this when he ran his hand over his hair again with a soft hum as he nuzzled his cheek against the top of his head. Curls brushing and tickling his face as he squeezed the man close to him with his arms tightening. Holding him close.

As if he could sink right past his skin to be closer to him than anyone. He tightened his arms around the black-haired man with his heart jumping in his chest when lips pressed softly to his throat again and again before nuzzling up beneath his jaw. Kissing at the frantic pulse point there when he sighed out softly with his fingers tugging through those wild curls adoringly.

"I lo-love you so much, you kn-know that? You a-are the best thi-thing in my life! And I ap-appreciate you more than yo-you possibly know!" He squeezed Shouta to his chest with a breathless grunt leaving the black-haired man when he kissed the top of his head again with those black curls tickling his face. He nuzzled his face into them where he caught the traces of vanilla from his soaps. "I love you so-so much! Tha-Thank you, baby, for le-letting me do this!"

"I'd sa-say any time but I'm-I'm not gonna be barebacking all the ti-time! It fee-feels good in the mo-moment and I appreciate yo-you not cumming in-in me but still I ju-just prefer condoms!" His husband replied when he felt fingers touching his hair then tugging at a thick lock which was twirled around fingers no doubt. Then Shouta was kissing his throat softly again before nuzzling him. "But I lo-love you too, Zashi! So much! I'm-I'm glad I could make you happy, lo-love!"

"Of co-course you made me ha-happy! God, I lo-love you!" He nuzzled his face into his husband's hair with a hum of delight when he squeezed his husband again. Another of those breathless grunts left the black-haired man but he didn't protest when he then ran his hand over those black curls again. "An-And I know yo-you're not comfortable with ba-barebacking! I'm mo-more than happy to us-use condoms! Wha-Whatever ma-makes you comfortable, baby!"

"Good." His husband replied with a hum before pressing his face into his throat. Delighting in the closeness, the black-haired man twisted close to him with a soft hum as his fingers twirled his hair. He could feel the motion in his hand and fingers as he did so when the black-haired man then took a slow breath in then let it out. "I pr-promise, what I pick ne-next will knock yo-your socks off! I'm-I'm gonna pick something good! Just you see!"

"And I look for-forward to it, baby!"