I'd like to say now if anyone is uncomfortable with watersports (I THINK this counts as such) then please feel free to skip this chapter! It's not everyone's cup of tea and that much I understand more than anyone! So if themes like bathroom control or piss in general just skip this chapter! No hard feelings on that! Anyhow, I absolutely really did like writing this chapter more than I initially thought I would! I'm more than happy that I have three different stories with three different chapters exploring this type of thing! If you do read then I sure hope you enjoy the chapter! And that you all enjoy the previous chapters! Until we meet again ❤️
"Zashi?"
"Hmm?"
The soft hum had Shouta glancing up from the gurgling coffee pot with fingers squeezing the edge of the sink. His husband was standing before the stove with his egg mixture in hand when the blonde glanced over his shoulder at him. A sparkle of curiosity to those green eyes when he drummed his thumbs on the edge of the counter. "I was looking over the list and I would wait for you to pick it, but I thought I'd bite the bullet, you know?"
"What are we biting the bullet about, baby?" The blonde's head tilted slightly when he turned back to finishing off the tamagoyaki for Eri. The girl was very particular about eggs, and it was one out of two ways that their daughter would even think of touching eggs on her plate. He drummed his thumbs against the edge of the counter again when he rocked back on his heels slightly when Hizashi spoke up again. "I'd love to know what caught your eye that you think I would pick, hmm?"
He couldn't help a grin at the blonde's playful tone when he turned form the counter to touch his husband's waist. Leaning his head forward to rest his chin on his shoulder, he watched his husband rolling up the thin layers of egg he placed onto the burner quickly. He curled his arms around his slim waist when he licked his lips. "It's not my cup of tea, I already know that much, but I'm taking the option from you. Bathroom control. Would you be interested in that?"
"Bathroom control?" The blonde questioned with the spatula tapping on the edge of the pan lightly. Rhythmically. He then watched his husband scoop up the rolled up eggs then placing it on their daughter's sectioned plate. And then his husband was turning the burner off with the pan being moved and he was spinning in his arms. Spots of pink on his cheeks as green eyes sparkled at him curiously. "Are you really sure you want to choose something that I would choose? Don't you want to make your own choice, baby?"
"I am making my own choice. I'm not into omorashi or watersports, not like you are, but I'm willing to try. And I know you, love, you'll put it off until it's one of the last choices because you're worried, I'll hate it." He watched those spots of pink smothering into a delicate pink blush when he slid his hands along his husband's lower back. Tightening his arms around his slim waist. "It's not that I hate it, it's just not my thing. But that doesn't mean it's not your thing and I want to choose something for us both to try."
"And you want to do that by doing bathroom control? Are you really certain about that, baby? I want you to choose something that you want and want to have fun with! I don't want you to choose something to get it over with, you know?" There was a pinched look to his husband's face when the blonde's hand slide over his hair as his arms curled around his shoulders. He swayed forward with his arms tightening around his husband's waist.
"I'm absolutely sure about this, love. I don't mind trying if it gets you off and you like it. Besides, don't you want to see me get desperate like that? Don't want you to see me so full I can hardly stand it?" Oh, heat flickered in those eyes with pupils contracting before expanding ever so slightly when he slid his hands over his ass before gripping hard at it. "Don't you want to control when I go? Don't you want to see me desperate for a piss, but I can't until you say so? Don't you think that's hot to you?"
"I think it's really fucking hot, baby." Oh, that breathless tone had his back arching slightly with his toes curling against the cool floor of the kitchen as he tightened his arms around his husband's waist to hold himself close to the blonde. He may not find it hot but that didn't mean his husband didn't. And he respected that; after all, like his husband always said to each their own kink. "But I don't want you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, baby. That's the last thing I want for you to be."
"It's never been my thing, Zashi, and it might never be. But it is your thing and I'm more than happy to make the choice for both of us. I think it'll be rather easy." He paused then when he felt heat crawling up to the back of his neck slightly when he fought the urge to duck his head down. Hide his face away. He cleared his throat slightly with the blonde's fingers tugging at his hair playfully when he fidgeted. "I've already gone to the bathroom this morning and planned to start, um, holding."
Blonde lashes fluttered when those green eyes widened at him. That pink blush on his cheeks smothering itself into a deeper, softer red when his husband's fingers tugged sharply on a curl. Winding and unwinding curls around his fingers when the blonde turned his head to cough lightly as he cleared his throat before eyes were darting back to him. "You're really all in on this then? You're prepared to hold it until I say that you can go? Really?"
"Really. I'm ready for it, Zashi. It may not have been easy last time given, you know, you drank it but holding can't be that hard, can it? You never push me too hard but if you wanted to change that today then we absolutely can. After all, how hard is it going to be?" He tightened his arms around his husband's waist with the blonde smiling widely at him with that heat flickering in his gaze. And God help him, he can't help but feel like he'd just said his final words.
Full. Shouta was unbearably, completely full. It wasn't the first time he felt this type of heaviness in his lower half that made walking absolutely agonizing. A heaviness that allowed him to feel the gravity of his body that had his thighs squeezing together. His hands fisting at them. When he had suggested bathroom control this morning to his husband he hadn't thought it would be hard. In fact, any holding would be difficult for him given the hours and drinks that went into it. But he had felt cocky.
He felt cocky enough when his husband tried worriedly asking if he really wanted to do this. If he wanted to go through with it which, much to his now chagrin, he repeatedly said he did. He wanted to give himself a choice and give his husband a fantasy situation that he knew had gotten the blonde off plenty of times in the past. Much like their romp into serious watersports last time, he and Hizashi set a schedule of drinks. He was allowed his two cups of coffee this morning to perk himself up.
Then from there he could choose what he wanted to drink to pass the time. Juice or water, soda or energy drinks, it didn't matter what he drank so long as he kept it to a glass and a half every two hours. Hizashi once said every hour but with the factor of holding it the choice had been made for a drink every two hours. Or whenever he felt the need for a drink he could get one. But with him avoiding the bathroom he'd been hesitant about it. He tried to keep up that front.
That cocky, all knowing attitude that had his husband rolling his eyes at him playfully but he didn't mind it. The first two hours had been fine. A mere whispering of that need for the bathroom but he'd been too content cuddled up to his husband to truly acknowledge it. He'd been so cocky that he could do this. That he could live through however long without using the bathroom. With letting his husband call the shots. By his third hour he'd been aware of how he could feel his bladder filling.
He knew it was just his mind playing tricks on him but he'd been getting wary about his drinking. Hizashi, of course, watched him like a damn hawk. Those green eyes watching every twist, every squirm, and the uncertain way his fingers rubbed over his lower stomach. Plucking at his shirt and waistband of his pants slightly. It had led to a rather passionate make-out session on the couch after Eri had begged to go to the dorms with Hitoshi which they okayed for the afternoon.
Yagi would be watching her which he swore to do over the phone when they called ahead. But once it was taken care of? Oh, his husband had been passionate in kissing him harder than anything as he clung weakly to his husband who seemed hungrier than ever for him. It had been a breathtaking change that allowed him to forget. And yet with their kids gone for the afternoon, his husband decided to kick it all up a notch. He was given an energy drink to gulp down and it was followed with juice.
He had known that his husband wanted him full, but it had him wincing with each drink poured or handed to him. Of course, Hizashi knew those drinks went through him. How could he not? With each drink, his husband checked in on him. The blonde going the lengths to rub his stomach and hip while assuring him that the second he called the white-flag that there would be a stop to this. But he didn't want to stop. He'd still clung to his cockiness by assuring his husband that he was more than fine to continue onwards.
God, how he wished he'd called for that white-flag sooner. How he wished that he could have had the foresight to know it would get so much worse. He'd been handed his pride on a plate when by dinner time he swore he could feel all the liquid in him pooling into his bladder. It hadn't been too unpleasant at first; rather a feeling of fullness. Something that told him he had to go. He'd been a bit fidgety while cooking dinner with that heaviness in his lower half like a solid weight.
A pulsing ball in his lower stomach begged him to do something about it before it became too bad. By that point they'd been four hours in on his holding. Four hours that had been a slow, uphill situation that he knew would be hard when he crashed. He wanted to say that he wasn't used to this but with the requests of omorashi from his husband that came in long intervals. Because of that it had left him long since become used to this.
He'd become used to the way his leg jiggled when he stood on his feet too long causing his hair to bounce. An impatient bounce as his bladder throbbed dully with the amount of liquid gushing into it. He had held for longer by his husband's request. Had pissed himself more times than he wanted to admit to himself, but he knew it got his husband off like nothing else. They always had the hottest sex following a romp with omorashi. He knew more about watersports and omorashi due to his husband.
In fact, the blonde had even requested they make an omorashi themed video for their personal homemade videos. He'd been on the fence about it, but he was willing to try doing it if it made his husband happy. If it gave him something to get off too. Today only proved his point that Hizashi found it hot. God, the blonde wouldn't stop touching him. His hands constantly darted along his waist and sides. Along his hips. His fingers skimming over his stomach.
Over the lower half with lazy circles drawn over his bladder that did nothing but swell. Two hours ago it would have been manageable. Four hours ago, he could handle it. But the blonde seemed almost giddy when it came to handing him another drink. Accepting it even if it sent shivers down to his swollen bladder. If it had him wincing when the liquid touched his pinched lips before he convinced himself to let go. To drink it down while his husband watched with fingers kneading at his stomach.
Tracing down to the lower half to press above that full organ while he gulped at the drink to get it over with. Hours spent skipping the bathroom and drinking so much would be hell on anyone. However, Hizashi had begged to take it past their five hours of holding. Had begged him to try and aim for six. Seven. To hold it until they were going to bed together. He hated the thought of it. He couldn't deny there'd been a whine to his voice when asking if his husband was serious.
Asking if he truly had to hold it an additional two to three hours. Of course, Hizashi had backed off with the promise that if they reached five hours. He didn't think he could hold it longer than that would be that. They'd move on with the scene and finish it. He couldn't deny his cocky attitude had reared its head and he felt that strange determination to hold it longer. Hour five came and went. He refused to give in. He couldn't deny either that he was rather curious about how far he could stretch it.
How far he could hold it. God, he knew it was a mistake, but he had assured Hizashi he had been fine. Had accepted two more additional glasses of juice and half a cup to get rid of that thick sensation in his mouth. Drinks that did nothing but pool downwards much to his dismay. It was honestly a challenge for him to keep a straight face when he was accepting the drinks from his husband. To keep his lips from pinching together. Forcing himself to drink.
The way his husband dragged three fingers across his lower abdomen with fingers curling in as if to feel out the shape of his full bladder. Kneading at him. It was torture. It was something. He had never been into omorashi, watersports, or anything of the like. Never would but he couldn't deny that there was something satisfying about having a full bladder. About feeling his husband caressing his lower stomach with fingers digging harshly into his swollen bladder.
Lips trailing down the side of his neck. He wouldn't say he likes to piss himself; if anything, he was always mortified, always embarrassed, and he hated it. Hated the strangely dirty sensation that came from his soaked pants. The shame. And yet he knew his husband got off on it harder than anything; harder than fucking in the backseat of their car. When he had brought up the bathroom control, he knew it was going to be a challenge.
Especially with Hizashi's wandering hands pushing on his bladder and lower stomach. Hands sliding along his waist and touching his skin buzzed with sensitivity. He knew that avoiding the bathroom while drinking and drinking was going to work against him. He knew it. And yet he had been willing to take the drinks from his husband who had seemed giddy. Bright eyed. Pink cheeked. It had left him with butterflies as he drank drink after drink his husband pushed into his hands.
Sitting on the edge of their bed, his thighs squirmed together in a restless rub with a shuddering exhale tugging him out of his thoughts. His bladder was a solid weight in his lower stomach that throbbed in pulsing waves that had him hunching forward slightly. His knees a jackhammer that bounced wildly as he pressed a hand to his lower stomach with a low groan leaving him. God, all those drinks had really caught up to him faster than he wanted it too. His thighs were tense.
They pressed together with squirms as he fought the urge to cross his legs. To shove his hands between them to squeeze at himself. Anything to help him hold it longer. They were nearing the end of their sixth hour but God he swore he'd never been more eager to see the end of this. His bladder gave a spasm that had him hissing in a breath with his thighs squeezing tightly with a tremble. His hands gripping fistfuls of his sweatpants to his clammy palms.
Biting at his lip to muffle the whine ringing out of the back of his throat when his thighs rubbed together. His bladder was aching. He was aching. How could he not? Six hours of drink after drink while avoiding the bathroom? It had him wincing just to recall all those drinks he'd slammed down with his cocky attitude. How did he let himself be so confident? He'd done this many times before and yet he felt blindsided. Felt so desperate to just go.
He squeezed at his fistful of sweatpants when he released them to take a slow breath as he slid his hands down to his knees where he rocked slightly in his spot with his knees bouncing away. Feet pressing to the floor to aid in the bounces that had him whimpering under his breath when he forced himself to slow his bouncing. It was doing nothing but agitating his full bladder. Oh, he had to go bad. Bad, bad, bad. How did he always forget how agonizing a full bladder was?
That he hated it? It was like he'd been stuffed full with no sign of relief. And all he wants is to go. His hips squirmed slightly with his breaths trembling slightly when he fought the urge to lean forward. It would only press on hi swollen bladder and he didn't need that. God, it was a pulsing fullness that had him squirming in his spot with his hands fisting at his pants as his brows squeezed together. He'd been so confident he could do this.
So confident he could hold it to seven hours but with each tick of their clock it felt harder. He could feel the weight against the tip of his dick. The burning. The silent plea to let go. He couldn't. He had to hold it, hold it, hold it. A little longer. Just a little longer then Hizashi would let him go, right? He squirmed with a whimper as his breaths raced in and out. God, what had he been thinking? Holding it to seven hours? He was dying for a piss. Dying to go.
He could remember being this desperate the first time that they'd done it but he'd held it for longer then, hadn't he? And he'd been panicked. Fuck, that wasn't helping. He whimpered to himself when he moved his hands upwards before stopping. Trembling against his thighs when his dick gave a twitch with that burning at the tip driving him insane. He then moved to wedge a hand between his shaking thighs to squeeze at himself.
His legs moving to cross as he squeezed at his aching crotch with a slight lean forward that had him whimpering shrilly. The angle pushing and squishing his swollen bladder but what did he do? What did he do to make this any better on himself? His eyes flicked up to the clock on their wall. A useless thing that merely ticked away at the time when he found his legs squeezing together. Fuck, he has to go. What was taking Hizashi so long to put their daughter down?
It was like the blonde was trying to tease him. Trying to get him to hold it until the seventh hour comes and goes. It felt hard. So, so hard. He couldn't recall how the past two hours had snuck by him but he'd accepted a final drink of water from his husband who had seemed giddy. In awe of how much he was drinking and how much he was holding when fingers petted gently at his stomach. He swore he could feel his bladder filling to strain outwards against his pants.
It was impossible, he knew that, but God he was so full he could hardly think of anything else. Could hardly focus on anything other than that voice screaming louder and louder in the back of his head that he has to go. He needs to go right now before it got worse and worse. He squeezed at himself with teeth digging into his bottom lip with a shuddering exhale. He crossed his legs tightly with a shuddering exhale leaving him. His head falling back to stare at the ceiling as he leaned back slightly.
Trying to take some pressure off of his lower stomach with his knees jiggling restlessly. When he had brought it up this morning he had been amazingly cocky. He'd gone to the bathroom so he could start from scratch for his husband. After all, he was always aching for a piss when he woke in the morning so why force himself to hold that all day long? But God, he didn't think he'd be having so many drinks that would run right through him. Coffee, energy drinks, juice.
They all seemed to pass through him faster than anything as an adult. They always pooled effortlessly into his bladder throughout the day making his need for the bathroom all the more easier. Was it because his body didn't process the sugar like it did when he was a teen? Was it some other component to them that made them run through him the way that they did? He had not a clue but the waters in between each glass of juice or can of energy drinks was nice. Welcomed.
But fuck, it all just amounted to this desperation. Feeding into the pooling into his bladder that had him squirming in his spot with a groan. Frustrated at how easily his brain circled back to the fullness; how it seemed to come back to the pressure that filled his lower half. It had his hands tightening intermittently on himself as his knees jiggled restlessly. Going into this it had seemed so simple; let Hizashi control when he used the bathroom. To choose how long he held it for.
He'd promised he'd hold it for as long as he could but that he'd tell his husband the second there was pain. While he felt no pain, his bladder gave a spasm that had him hissing in a breath when he tightened his hands on himself. As if it could hold everything back. He knew he couldn't hold it much longer. He was desperate; needing, needing, needing to go. God, he has to go so bad. How did he put himself in this situation so cockily? So damn confidently?
Was it because he'd successfully held it in the past for his husband without thinking twice? Hizashi liked to tease him; to make him truly desperate. It had his dick twitching when he squeezed harder at himself with thighs pressing together tightly. Squirming in his spot with his breaths trembling slightly when he bit fiercely at his lip causing pain to spread down his chin. His teeth digging into the spot with fingers curled in painfully on his aching crotch.
His bladder seemed to spasm again then squeeze in on itself. As if his body was intent on making him go despite his desperate chanting to hold on. Hold it, hold it, hold it. Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go. It was driving him crazy with his breaths trembling through his nose when he squirmed in place. God, he regretted drinking those coffees and energy drinks back to back the way that he had. He should have paced himself better knowing he was going to be holding for hours.
This was the very thing he should have feared from the beginning when Hizashi had tried questioning him about it. His husband was always so nervous that he'd find him disgusting for liking omorashi or watersports. He could see it in the way his husband looked at him worriedly this morning. How he had tried convincing him half-heartedly to pick something else around lunch time. He'd been determined, cocky, and had rejected the offer to do something else. He'd been so damn cocky.
Why had he let his cockiness take over like that? How did he let his cockiness forget the agony of a full, heavy bladder like this? He jerked his legs apart to stand up with knees shaking slightly when he began to pace. Tight loops over the carpet with his hair fluttering over his shoulders with his thighs rubbing together with their stiff clench together. Moving didn't help. It didn't help but it was better than sitting there and thinking about his throbbing bladder that felt so heavy in his lower stomach.
Felt swollen with all the liquid he'd been collecting over the past six hours. His hips jiggled side to side slightly with his tight back and forth pacing as his hair fluttered around his face annoyingly to which he reached up. Sliding the ponytail from his wrist to tie his hair back with his hips squirming. Thighs tightly pressed together in an awkward walk when he tied his hair up. He knew he was merely hot from the effort, the strain, of holding it in.
Every muscle felt tense when he tugged his hair into that ponytail tightly. And then he began to pace again. Tight circles along the foot of the bed with short, small steps to keep from those long strides. His thighs squirmed together with the heavy, pulsing weight of his bladder to get him whimpering. It felt worse than that afternoon when he'd been holding at the school by the end of the day. He'd been desperate then and he'd been desperate when Hizashi drank his piss.
It was no different but God if he didn't have to go. He kept up his tight pacing before he turned to the bed where he threw himself down. Giving up. The pacing wasn't helping a damn thing, and it was only jostling his full bladder with his tight movements much to his dismay. He threw his hands into his lap with his thighs squirming together and his knees knocking off of one another. Fuck him, where was Hizashi? Their house didn't have many rooms, but he couldn't go out there like this.
He can't let anyone, not even his family, know how desperate he was to piss. All because he'd made the choice and took it out of Hizashi's hands. He knew he could've waited and let Hizashi pick it, but the blonde was so hesitant to choose anything watersports or omorashi wise. He groaned under his breath with knees bouncing restlessly with thighs squirming together. Hands grabbing at himself when his bladder spasmed. And it took every tense muscle to keep himself from dripping.
From dribbling into his boxers. God, where the hell was Hizashi? His bladder was so full it was throbbing. A pulsing in his lower half that had his thighs clenching tightly together with shaking breaths being taken quietly. Quiet to him but deafening when compared to the quiet of the bedroom around them. He twisted in his spot with his feet sliding over the floor when he squeezed at himself. Full, full, full. Fuck, he was so full. He felt ready to burst right now all over himself and the spot he sat in.
To soak the floor through. It had him shuddering as he tightened his grasp on himself when he felt that burning of the head of his dick. It had him whimpering to himself with a squirm when his hips shook restlessly. And then that wave of desperation was rushing over him to which he whimpered out again. He shook his hips again to ride out the wave pulsing through him. Fuck, he shouldn't have drank so much. Especially when he knew that Hizashi wanted to see how long he could hold it.
Almost seven hours. It had him squeezing with hips squirming, shaking, with his feet pressing to the floor. He knew there was nothing stopping him from going to the bathroom. None. He could explain to Hizashi afterwards that he just couldn't hold it anymore. That he'd thrown his white-flag up. But he wanted this to be something enjoyable for the both of them even if he wasn't finding much joy in his predicament. His knees jiggled impatiently with his hands tightening their hold on himself.
He whined lowly to himself with his hands squeezing. Trying to add another force to keep it in. Fuck, it was like holding back a flood. Something that was slowly crumbling with each passing second leaving him gasping in the quiet of thier bedroom as the head of his dick burned. He swore he could feel the piss pressing against the head with that desire welling in him to go. To waddle to the bathroom and hope Hizashi isn't upset by missing it. But no. No, no, no he had to stay right here.
No matter how bad the desperation was as he squeezed in kneading movements to keep the flood back. Just a little longer, longer, longer. Rocking slightly in his seat, he dragged his teeth over his lip with brows squeezing together tightly. Fuck him, he couldn't remember in recent times when he was so desperate for something as simple as needing a piss. He didn't understand what his husband found so hot about it, but he could possibly guess. Was it the whimpering? Whining?
The small, airy noises he couldn't stop himself from making as he held himself desperately? The way his thighs clenched and rubbed? Or the feel of his bladder full the way that it was? He had not a clue what it was that got his husband off so hard on it, but he wasn't about to question the blonde now. After all, they both agreed that they didn't need to explain why they liked something if they didn't have the words. Sometimes they could just like something for the sake of liking it.
And for Hizashi, he was absolutely liking it when they dabbled in situations like these. He didn't understand what there was to like about it, but he was willing to do this once in a great while and Hizashi was very hesitant since their first challenge about asking for it. He could count on one hand the additional times he did this for his husband since their first try with omorashi. And he knew his husband wanted to ask for more times but held back because it wasn't his thing.
Because he doesn't like getting this desperate. He whined under his breath with his hands tightening their hold on his crotch with his thighs rubbing together. Fuck, it felt like his bladder was pulsing inside of him. Heavy with all the liquid within it that was begging, begging, begging to come out. It had him squirming in his spot; shifting his weight from side to side in his spot. His hips shaking to ride out the small waves of desperation that had him whining.
God, he just wants to go to the bathroom. He just wanted to go have a piss and let this be done but he couldn't. He couldn't because Hizashi had the say so tonight. It had him groaning quietly with a hand sliding up to his lower stomach where his bladder cramped. Demanding to be emptied. He was so full it was driving him crazy. He'd hardly been able to eat tonight from that fullness, but he forced himself to eat. To put something in his stomach.
He didn't know if he could stretch this much longer. He didn't think he could continue to hold it for another hour. His husband had been toying with the idea of eight hours, but he doesn't want a UTI. He doesn't want some kind of infection because he held it too long and hurt his bladder. He groaned at the thought with his fingers pressing into his stomach where he swore, he could feel the fullness of his bladder. It was a light push it, but it had him tensing when he felt something wet drip onto his boxers.
He hissed in a breath with his hands tightening when his hips jiggled up from the bed. He whimpered with that pressure that was doing nothing but building, building, building up. It was almost as if he could feel his body draining more liquid into his aching bladder. God, it hurt so good. He didn't have a kink for omorashi or watersports but fuck him, this ached good. He whined out again with his breath trembling as he squirmed in his place with hands clutching desperately at himself.
A little longer. Just a little longer than Hizashi would be coming downstairs. He'd be coming into the bedroom where he'd take pity on him. His husband who would be merciful. Goddammit, he has to go. Has to go, go, go right now. Ohhh , he has to fucking go right this second before he goes crazy. Twisting his legs together, his hips jiggled up again with fingers curling down to hold onto himself when he whimpered to himself as he shook his hips. Jiggling. Squirming.
God, he wants to go. He'd been holding it for hours and he was going crazier with each hour. It was too easy to recall all the drinks that he'd gulped down from morning to an hour ago. Each drink adding to his swollen bladder even hours later. Why did he choose to do this to himself? Why did he choose this? He wished he could go back and change his mind, but he knew Hizashi was going to get off on this harder than anything.
He squirmed with his hips writhing side to side with his teeth digging into his lip. He swore he could feel the liquid in his bladder sloshing with his side to side movement which had him wincing. He squeezed at himself with a rather pitiful whimper as his teeth dug into his lip ruthlessly with his forehead pricking lightly. As if he were about to break a sweat with the effort of holding back a flood that was inevitable. Oh, if Hizashi didn't hurry up this night was going to go very differently than what they had discussed earlier.
He clutched at himself in vain when he felt another drop soak into his boxers followed by another. It had him whimpering with hips jiggling desperately to soothe the desperation pulsing in his lower half. The desperation that had him writhing as he jiggled his hips only to wince at the imagined sloshing effect. Ohhh , fuck him, Hizashi was going to make him go insane. He'd seen the sparkle to those green eyes each time he tugged on his husband's sleeve.
On the hem of his shirt when his thighs began to press tightly together. A glimmer of joy when he said a cheerful no each time he asked to go to the bathroom. When he would talk down to him with a condescending tone that got his skin flashing with heat. When those green eyes caught each squirm and twist. Subtle at first but growing in frequency with his thighs pressed tight together. His husband was downright gleeful watching him squirm as that need did nothing build up within him with each passing hour.
It had been a struggle getting through dinner, but he'd done it thank God. And he was able to hide himself in the bedroom with the plea of a headache when Eri and Hitoshi returned home. He'd curled up with his blanket balled up between his legs as he dozed on and off, but that pulsing need became too much in the end. Fuck him, where was his husband? Was he still with Eri? Or was he hiding somewhere in the downstairs area waiting for him to break? To open the doors and call for him?
He squirmed in his spot with hands clutching at himself tightly with fingers trembling slightly. It was right there. Oh, it was right there and he fucking hates it. Knowing he was so close to a bathroom and not running for that relief. How did he tell his husband he went and that he couldn't wait? Would it earn him the pleasure of those hands cracking down on his ass as his husband fucked him? Would his hair be yanked and pulled before his face shoved into the bed?
Would he be bounced on his husband who would insist they start over? It had him shuddering with his hips squirming as he writhed openly in his spot. God, the thoughts weren't helping but it's not like he could get hard now. There's no way he could get or maintain an erection; not with how badly he has to go. He whined to himself with another squirm as his left knee knocked against his right painfully causing his whine to tremble. God, he was going to choke that man.
He was going to rip those pretty blonde locks out of his head if he didn't get down here. Get into this room and continue this scene so he could piss. He wanted to scream and rage but he knew one wrong move and he'd be letting go whether he wanted to or not. He squirmed with thighs rubbing together frantically with hands clutching at himself tightly with hands trembling lightly when he fought the urge to pop up onto his feet.
Fought the urge to pace around the bedroom like he had seconds ago. Fuck, he never thought his bladder could feel so heavy. So full he felt ready to howl. To beg and plead just so he can go. He wants nothing more than to go. He doesn't want to wet himself tonight but fuck if he wasn't close to that border. Close enough that by the time Hizashi reappeared it would severely shorten whatever ideas the blonde had for him. Squirming in his spot, hips shaking slightly with a whimper tearing out of him again.
He arched his hips up slightly while leaning back slightly. He squirmed with hips shaking with that imagined sloshing taking place much to his dismay as he writhed in his spot. He squirmed in twisting movements with his feet pressing to the floor when he glanced over as the doors rattled lightly. It had him tensing when he dropped his lower half back to the bed with hands tightening on his crotch. Holding on tightly with that pressure building again.
Coming in waves that left him terrified he'd wet himself. Terrified he'd have no control over himself if they kept cresting the way that they were inside of him. A pressure in his lower stomach that was pleading to be released already. That he couldn't hold on much longer. He'd been drinking for hours, and he was so full he felt half crazed at the idea of being able to go. Whether that was in his pants or out of them, he didn't care which, but he wanted to go.
Fuck, he wants to piss so bad he felt ready to tear up if his husband didn't come in. If he didn't take mercy on him now when he truly needed that mercy. He yelped when he felt a spurt leave him; short but God if it didn't have him gasping. Didn't have him clutching fervently at himself as his boxers grew damp from his spurt. Soaking into them effortlessly, he clamped his hands desperately between his hands. That was it. He was done for. The seal that he had been relying on had broken.
Whatever that seal was that allowed him to hold it back had shattered. It was only a matter of time before he was going to go whether he wanted to or not. It just mattered that he does not ruin their bed or the floor. His breaths raced quietly on trembling hitches with his hands tightening desperately in vain to keep himself in check. To hold back that flood that was surging within him with a desperation that had him whimpering.
God, he didn't know what he was going to do if Hizashi didn't hurry up. He swore his head was spinning from the need pulsing through him. A need that he normally paid little mind too, but it was screaming at him. Raging. It was shouting and shrieking with insistence that he fucking go right now. Kinks be damned. He squirmed in his spot with thighs fidgeting together restlessly as his hands fidgeted under one another with that hard press against his crotch.
Trying in vain to keep that flood back but God if it didn't have his bladder cramping angrily at him. If it didn't have him squirming in his spot as he began to bounce shallowly with shaking breaths being taken. Racing. Fear tickling through his stomach but he fought the urge to think too much on it. He knew that Hizashi had to be coming any minute now. He had to come. Otherwise, he was going to lose it long before Hizashi could enjoy this. He knew that the blonde was enjoying his squirming and twisting.
His mounting desperation. He knew the blonde wouldn't want to miss this now that they had finally gotten started. The doors rattled again then they were sliding open as he pinched his thighs together. Knees hitting together again when his husband made that all too familiar hissing water bottle-esque sound when he slipped into the room. Doors opened wide enough to let the slender blonde in before coming together quickly with the doors thudding off of one another.
The lock was flicked with a metallic click when the blonde then turned around to glance over him. And he swore he'd never seen pupils blown so wide so damn fast. There was a heat that flashed in those green eyes as the blonde leaned against the doors. He was surprised the blonde didn't get hard on him with that look of desire pinching at his face when he squirmed uncontrollably in his place. The blonde licked his lips before making his way over to him with blonde locks fluttering over his shoulders.
He wanted to compliment the blonde more, even if it was to himself, but he couldn't breathe without it resulting in a whine. A whimper. His husband sat down gently on the bed to keep from jostling him with those green eyes making their way over him. Down to his hands that squirmed and squeezed in a vain attempt to keep that flood back but it was crumbling. He tensed when he felt himself dribble weakly into his boxers as he tried in vain to keep that flood back.
He was going to crumble. He was going to explode if he didn't go to the bathroom soon. Fingers trailed along his jawline tilting his head back so he would meet the blonde's gaze rather than stare at his hands. To do anything but feed into that impending feeling of horror. Of doom. The fear that he won't make it to the bathroom even if he wanted too. The idea that even if he had paced for a bit ago that even it had been unbearable. He was terrified it was only going to get worse.
He was so full he could hardly breathe when he felt those fingertips skim down the side of his neck to his chest. Down towards his stomach where they became feather light of his swollen lower stomach but it didn't stop fingers from fanning over it. Gently, hesitantly, kneading at his lwoer stomach when he let out a whimper only to have a groan spilling out of his husband at the tight skin there. It was almost too much. Pushing.
Any weight was unwelcome on his lower half when his husband leaned in to kiss at his hot cheek. Making his way down it to his jaw before moving back to nip at his earlobe. The click of teeth off of the two hoops there was deafening when the blonde's hand slid over his lower stomach again. Moving in a caress that had him whimpering at his husband. He was burning from the effort of holding back that flood. His bladder was swollen, throbbing, and it was driving him insane.
It was right there. Pressing against the head of his dick with a pressure that had him damn near tearing up. Oh, it was right there. It was driving him insane as he clutched at himself. Squirming when his husband's hand sliding down to squeeze at his trembling thigh. They squeezed together with an effort that had him straining. Had sweat pricking at his forehead and along the back of his neck as he squeezed at himself tightly. Trying to keep so much as a drop from leaving him.
God, this was such an effort that it was making him feverish. Hot, hot, hot. He wanted nothing more than disintegrate into a pile of ashes. Anything to save him from the pulsing discomfort of his full bladder straining outwards. To disappear and not deal with the pressure of his piss seeming to press against the head of his dick. Waiting to spill out of him any minute. He knew he was working on borrowed time. One wrong move and he'd be spilling whether he wanted too or not.
And God knows it would be a pain to get the piss out of thier carpet or even worse the bed he sat on. It had him squirming desperately when fingers slid over his thigh with his hand squeezing at him. Sliding up to squeeze at his squirming hip when his hands fidgeted together with their desperate clench on himself. His thighs trembling from their tightly pinned position with trembling breaths being taken when his husband kissed at the side of his face gently.
Kissing down along the side of his neck and shoulder gently with fingers sliding up his forearm before touching his lower stomach delicately. Lightly. Even that felt like far too much with fingertips trailing over his skin in swirling movements over his swollen lower stomach. His bladder was utterly screaming at him to hurry up. To find the air that he needed just to ask if he can go already. Those energy drinks, coffee, and juices were wreaking absolute havoc on his poor bladder.
He was drowning in his own skin as he clutched at himself desperately. Shallow breaths being taken to keep from agitating his bladder any more than he already had. He knew his brief pacing had only jostled the swollen organ more than he wanted to admit. He was taking shaking breaths as his husband traced his fingers over his lower stomach; a back and forth caress. Light. Gentle. He had not a doubt that his husband could possibly feel that swollen, impossibly full organ beneath his skin.
Fuck him, he was so full, full, full and he could hardly breathe without feeling that fullness. It was hard to think of breathing when all it would do is agitate him. Would only serve to remind him of his full bladder. It had him groaning under his breath with his husband groaning lowly in his ear with fingers lightly tracing up and down his stomach. Causing him to squirm more than he already was with his hands clutching at his crotch desperately.
Trying to find his air that trembled in and out to use for talking. To use to ask his husband to please, please, please take mercy on him. Please take mercy on him for the love of god. He wants nothing more than to be able to go to the bathroom even if it was a mortifying, squirming waddle that he had to do. He wanted to make it there before he possibly wet himself. It was, after all, not what they had planned for tonight and he wants nothing more than to spare doing laundry and clean up.
His husband traced his fingers lazily up and down with breaths trembling over his ear when he got a soft bite to his earlobe. He didn't know how much longer his husband expected him to hold it. How much longer? How long can he hold this? He swore he could feel liquid adding to his swollen bladder with each tick of the clock on the wall. With each throb of his heart. It was unbearable. He couldn't stop himself from squirming restlessly next to his husband who was tracing his fingers lazily over his stomach.
It had his breaths hitching with his hips squirming to jerk away from those playfully caressing fingers. Whimpering hoarsely when his husband's hand fanned out over his lower stomach with a gentle rubbing that had him writhing. Squirming. Trying to pull away from the blonde's rubbing hand but it refused to move an inch. It had him gasping with his head falling onto the blonde's shoulder as his thighs squirmed together. Squeezing around his hands that clutched at himself while the blonde hummed softly.
Lips pressing to the top of his head with a soft, reassuring hum leaving the blonde as that hand continued to gently rub at his swollen lower stomach. God, he was so full he could hardly comprehend the amount of liquid in his bladder. It was too much. Too much, too much, too much. He was so fucking full he felt ready to run for the bathroom with or without his husband's permission to do so. He hardly believed he could pull his hands away to get his pants down.
It would be difficult and he needed to be fast but the fear that he couldn't move his hands away was all too consuming for him. He was terrified that he wouldn't make it in time and he'd make a damn mess all over himself. And his husband's rubbing hand was making that desperation surge within him painfully. Fuck him, the head of his dick was burning. Aching. All of him was aching to plead with the blonde and beg him to let him go.
But his breaths were too busy racing in and out of him with hands holding onto himself tighter. Trying to keep everything in before he could get to the bathroom was hard work. Damn hard work. He swore he was going to break a sweat over this and he was drowning in the desperation that was pulsing inside of him. Just like his swollen bladder. It had him whimpering to himself with his hands fidgeting together desperately.
Just like his thighs while his husband continued to rub at his lower stomach before lifting his hand with three fingers pressing to his stomach. Curling in just enough to get him whimpering shrilly at his husband with hips jerking backwards as he tried to get away from the blonde's touch. Whimpering in protest at the gentle touch of his husband's fingers sliding over his lower stomach. Too much, too much, too much. If he pushed any harder then he'd be wetting himself. And he didn't want that.
Fingers were sliding back and forth, back and forth with the intent it seemed to drive him insane when they curled down just enough to give a light push that had him tightening his grasp on himself. Had his dick twitching when he felt a weak dribble leave him. Fuck, fuck! It felt harder than ever to keep it back now that the seal had broken ever so slightly. It had him whimpering when his husband pressed down again causing him to hiss in a breath as he jerked his head up. "Zashi!"
"What is it, baby? Is this too much for you?" A low, crooning pitch in his ear had his heart jumping wildly in his chest when fingers slid away from his sensitive lower stomach to drop down to his trembling hands. Brushing over the back of them when his husband clicked his tongue playfully before nipping at his earlobe again. The click of his piercings off of his husband's teeth were deafening in his ear when the blonde hummed. "Tell me, baby, how full are you?"
"Very! Super! Incredibly! God, Zashi, I need to go! I-I can't hold it much longer, you ass! Where the hell ha-have you been anyways?" He tried for the venomous tone. For the heated tone. Anything to portray his irritation but all that came out of him was a breathless whine as he squeezed to stop that weak dribbling the best that he could. Trying, trying, trying to hold it a little longer as he squirmed. "Yo-You're going to be the death of me, you know that? If you make me piss myself-!"
"I would never! That's not what tonight is about, is it? As hot as it would be, I think there's a different plan for tonight, isn't there, baby?" He shuddered when that hand on the back of his rubbed comfortingly before pushing on it. Pushing both of his hands tighter against his crotch when he squeezed at himself tightly. "I can only imagine how full you are, baby! I bet your about to burst, aren't you? Poor baby, needing something so basic as a piss, huh? Tell me how badly you need to go, baby?"
Gritting his teeth when fingers slid over the back of his hand to his wrist, he couldn't stop himself from whimpering. From keening out a strangled sound when fingers gently cupped his lower stomach where he swore his swollen bladder stuck out. It was agony. Having fingers drifting lightly, playfully, over his lower stomach sending shivers through him. Waves of desperation. "I-I need to go so bad! So ba-bad, Zashi, I'm scared I-I can't make it to the bathroom! I need to go now! I ca-can't hold it much longer!"
Teeth bit at the shell of his ear fiercely sending a jolt of pain down his back. A low groan leaving the blonde with fingers continued their light, playful tracing over his lower stomach which had his hips jiggling. Had him whimpering shrilly when his husband released the bite with a kiss being placed to it then. "I can feel it, baby. I feel how full you are. I bet you're dying for a piss, aren't you? Need me to carry you to the bathroom just so you can go, huh? Don't you want to ask me something?"
"Please!" He gasped when fingers pressed down on his stomach with a pressure that had his bladder contracting. Spasming. It was enough pressure to get him spurting slightly into his boxers. Soaking into the fabric as he gasped with heat rushing up to his cheeks in a fresh blush as he pushed down tightly. Cutting off that spurt but it was so hard. The head was burning with drops leaking out of him when he writhed before jerking away from Hizashi's hand. "Please! Please le-let me go! Let me go to the bathroom already?"
Fingers pushed down again as if trying to get him to spurt into his boxers again, but he refused. He jerked back with hips rubbing down against the bed to help him hold it a little longer. Just a little longer. It was torment. An agony he never wanted to experience again as his husband's fingers slid over his lower stomach before coming down to tap his shaking hands. "What would you do, hm? What are you willing to give to go to the bathroom, baby? What would you do for Daddy?"
"Anything! I'll-I'll do anything! Just please, please, do-don't make me piss myself! Please, I can't hold it anymore! It's ri-right there, Zashi, and I-I don't think I can stop it!" The low groan in his ear sent shivers down his back as his gasping, whining voice rang out with that plea. He jiggled his hips slightly causing him to bounce in his spot with thighs squirming together. Hands trying desperately to stop that trickle with fingers shaking. "Please! Please, Zashi, just let me go!"
"You're so full that you can't stop yourself? So full that you're going to piss yourself right here and now? Without asking first?" God, it had him whimpering at his husband as his thighs squirmed together desperately. He had to go! He has to go, go, go. And Hizashi was just teasing him. Fingers trailed over his lower stomach when the blonde groaned out when he pressed down lightly to which he gasped. Whined. "God, baby, you're just perfect for me, aren't you? Is it hard? Do you really have to go that badly?"
"Yes! I haven't pissed in-in six hours! I need to go, Zashi! I swear, if-if you make me piss myself like this then I'll fucking kill you!" He gasped out with his hips jiggling impatiently with sweat pricking at his forehead. His cheeks throbbing lightly with the force of his blush when he whimpered as his husband pressed down lightly. He jerked away from his touch with another of those hoarse whimpers leaving him. "Zashi, please, please, can I go? Can I please go to the bathroom now?"
The blonde gained that all too familiar, thoughtful look on his face. The same one that he'd seen all day which had him whining lowly in his throat. Please, please! He needs to go! Surely his husband could see how hard it was on him to hold it back, didn't he? Those green eyes flicked up to him with lips pinching together before his husband was smiling softly at him with his hand pulling away. His arm wrapping around his waist. "Alright. Let's go to the bathroom together, yeah?"
"Wait, together? Wh-Why? Why do you need to come with me?" He didn't want that. He didn't want his husband to see him stand and squirm and writhe as he tried to jerk his clothing out of the way. He didn't want his husband to listen to him much less watch him take what he knew was going to be a damn good release. It had his face burning hotly at the thought of his husband being there to hear the breathless moans and whines. The slurred groans as he finally let go.
It had his thighs pinching together with a rub when his husband smiled softly at him with his arm tightening around his lower back. Fingers kneading at his waist idly when he clenched tightly with his muscles tensing slightly only to wince. It felt like too much over his swollen bladder when Hizashi squeezed him to his side before easing him up slowly. Carefully. "Because I want to hold you while you go! That's the only way that you're going to be getting any relief, you hear me?"
Fuck. Did he say no and hold it? Wet himself? Or did he let his husband hold him while he went? What if his bladder locked up? He'd never particularly had a shy bladder, but he didn't know how he was going to deal with his husband standing behind him while he held his dick. Watching over his shoulder while he went to the bathroom. It had his face burning hotly when he clutched at himself tightly with a shaking breath being taken. "You-You promise you won't judge?"
"I won't judge anything, baby, I promise! Now let's get to the bathroom, yeah? Someone threatened me just a moment ago and I don't want you to wet yourself further!" He gritted his teeth as his husband tugged on his waist; coaxing him to walk forward slowly. He was hunched slightly with his husband's arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Walking slow in time with him as they made their way to the corner of the bed. "Don't even think about me being there, yeah? You just focus on you, baby."
"Says the one asking to hold my cock while I go!" He couldn't help a snappish tone back at his husband who merely chuckled softly as they inched towards the bathroom. His bladder was throbbing. Contracting. It had him hissing through his teeth when he squeezed tighter at himself. Trying his best to hold it. There was a dribble followed by a spurt. His pants were getting damp beneath his hands as he gasped. Trying to waddle forward faster with Hizashi keeping time with him.
"Well, you and I both know this isn't the first I've had to help you take a piss nor the first time I've held your cock while you went! It'll be like a blast from the past!" His husband's voice seemed playful but God, he wanted to shout at him. He waddled forward quickly with his husband letting go of his waist as they neared the threshold. He happily rushed over it while his husband flicked the light on. "Now, let's put an end to this, yeah? You've held on beautifully for me, baby, and you deserve some relief."
Relief. God, it had him clenching tighter as he tried to but failed to stop himself from dancing foot to foot. Shifting his weight. Whatever made holding the liquid pounding in his bladder back a moment more. He squirmed openly with his husband humming as he stepped over the threshold with his fingers sliding away from the light switch. Shutting the door behind them with a click. "You know, I'd never judge you but I-I dare say you're getting some sort of pleasure from this, aren't you?"
"Maybe, maybe not! But I do like watching my pretty husband squirm for me like that! Now, let's get that seat lifted up and get you out!" He tried to keep from rolling his eyes when Hizashi strode forward, and he shuffled slightly. Squirming when his husband leaned forward to lift the toilet seat up. The sight of the water inside of it was almost too much. Almost too much for him. He squirmed with his dick twitching behind his hands as he felt a weak dribble leave him.
Hizashi then reached out to grab his waist, angling him before the toilet with his feet braced apart. His husband took up his spot behind him with hands sliding along his waist when he swallowed. He didn't know what about this was getting his husband off, but it had him squirming as he stared down at the liquid in the bowl. It was mortifying knowing his husband would listen. Watch. He whined with his hands tightening when he felt fingers tugging on his sweatpants. "Zashi-"
"It'll be fine, baby! You have to go so bad I bet you won't even care that I'm here, will you? So why don't you let me help you get these down, yeah?" He fought the urge to tense when his husband tugged his pants and boxers down over his ass before sliding his hands forward. Touching his trembling hands as he tried in vain to hold it. How could he go from wanting to go to wanting to hold it out of embarrassment? "Move your hands, baby. I promise, I won't let you wet yourself, okay?"
He hesitated. He bit his lip fiercely when he let his husband pry his right hand from his left. And he curled his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pants instead when he let Hizashi tug his left hand away. He jerked his hand to his waistband to shove his pants down. He was right there. Right here with his husband's hand grabbing at his dick to aim him towards the toilet bowl. His husband's chest was against his back. Chin on his shoulder. And he wasn't going. Not like he thought. "I can't!"
"Can't what? Can't go?" He whimpered at how his bladder seemed to do nothing but lock up on him. It was agony. Having to go so bad, knowing he was right there before the toilet bowl, but he couldn't go. His bladder was throbbing with his breath shaking slightly as he stared down at the liquid in the toilet bowl. Hoping the sight of water of any kind would make him go. He had to go but his bladder wasn't letting him now that he could. "I thought you had to go so bad, baby!"
"I do! I do, I gotta- Nnn, I-I can't!" He fidgeted in place in that antsy manner with his hand grabbing onto his husband's forearm when that hand slid along his dick. Up towards the head where his thumb rolled over it before pushing against the slit. Rubbing against it when he whimpered at the pressure of that thumb. The pressure throbbing in his bladder that was locking up as his husband rolled slow circles into the slit. A pressure that had him whimpering. "Zashi, please! I ne-need too! Need to so bad!"
"Then let go. Don't think about me and just close your eyes, yeah?" That thumb was continued to roll into the head of his dick comfortingly with his fingers squeezing at him. How did he forget Hizashi was there? He was pressed up against his back with his chin on his shoulder eagerly watching. It had him squeezing his eyes shut as that wave of desperation rocked over him leaving him hunching forward slightly with a whimper when his husband crooned at him. "Just go, baby. You don't have to wait anymore for me. Just go."
Just go? It was so hard, but that thumb was rolling over the head of his dick soothingly. Prodding at his slit before moving away to hold him up. He knew there was no rush. He knew they could stand here as long as it took for his shy bladder to unlock itself. But God, that desperation was rushing over him again and again like relentless waves pounding at him. His bladder throbbing as he stared down into the toilet bowl with his husband's nails glowing up at him. Red rather than green.
He shuddered with a whimper as his dick twitched weakly with the press of his piss weighing down heavily. And he swore the organ spasmed in an attempt to let go but he felt painfully self-conscious with his husband behind him. With his soft hand holding his dick up with it aimed at the toilet as his chin dug gently into his shoulder. His head pressing against his with his glasses nudging at the side of his head lightly while his husband merely moved with him when he tried squirming.
A whimper tearing out of him. Why now? Why now did his bladder decide this was the time to be shy? When it was spasming and contracting? When it was so full he felt like it was going to explode inside of him. When he'd already lost dribbles and spurts sitting in the bedroom. What did he do now? He had to go so bad he was ready to sob. To plea to a God he didn't believe in that he could just go. That he could let go of the flood that was pounding at the walls of his bladder. Pleading.
His husband was holding him; aiming him at the toilet. It had him pleading with his bladder to let go. He knew that this wasn't the most ideal situation, but he'd pissed himself in front of Hizashi hadn't he? He'd done it with those green eyes on him and watching. This shouldn't be much different. It shouldn't be anything different than the times he'd wet himself. He was so desperate he felt ready to cry. To sob. There was so much pressure, and it was doing nothing but building, building, building in waves.
Waves that had him whimpering hoarsely to himself. He then closed his eyes with his hand tightening on his husband's forearm. Lips and nose nuzzled his neck then softly with a hand on his waist squeezing at him gently. As if coaxing him to let go. That he could do it and it'd be fine. It had him whimpering shrilly to himself as he clung to the blonde's forearm. Needing, needing, needing so badly. He had to go so bad and yet his body wasn't working with him. Why wasn't it?
He didn't get shy when others were in the bathrooms at work when he had to take a piss. He was usually able to pop in, go, wash his his hands and leave. Why now was he having such a hard time? Was it because his husband was locked onto him? Waiting? Hips pressed forward against him where he could feel his husband's growing bulge. It had him whining shrilly with his hand tightening on the blonde's forearm with his nails biting into his skin.
He squirmed slightly with his hips shaking restlessly with that pounding of liquid driving him insane. He just needed to focus on that need. Taking slow breaths in and out, in and out, he hated how they shook on their way in and out. Trembling in his husband's arms because he was so tense. Waiting for his bladder to work with him now that they were finally here. Now that he was finally free of his pants and out of his boxers. Now that there was no fear of him making a mess over himself.
His husband hummed softly into his neck with vibrations that had him shuddering when he felt that hand on his waist kneading comfortingly. His thumb rolling soothing circles into him with fingers stretching down to trace along the shape of his hip. Rubbing at him with the hope of coaxing him to let go. Coaxing him to relax but he remained stiff. What would make him let go? What would get his husband off the fastest? He whimpered to himself with his head hanging forward slightly with his lashes trembling.
And he felt the hand on his waist sliding forward to cup his lower stomach. Pushing on it causing him to grunt at the pressure that surged upwards. He couldn't hold it much longer. He couldn't refuse his body, but he wasn't refusing it, was he? He was desperate to go. It was just like the USJ incident; he'd been holding his bladder and waiting until the last moment to tell Hizashi. To keep things from being awkward when he eventually went. It was an inevitability.
He had to go, and he knew there was no stopping the resulting surges that had him choking in a breath. Had him shuddering in his husband's arms as the blonde held him tightly against his chest with that hand pushing on his lower stomach again to which he let out a pained grunt. The blonde kneaded gently at his stomach before sliding back to his waist where he got another squeeze. Lips and nose nuzzling at his shoulder gently with the blonde squeezing him gently.
His husband's chest pressing tightly to his back with the blonde humming softly at him when he took a trembling breath. It was time to go. He couldn't hold it much longer or he'd give himself the risk of a UTI or a damn bladder infection. The last thing he wanted was to end up in Recovery Girl's office with prescriptions being written out for a bladder infection or UTI. And so, he changed his stance slightly with his feet planting onto the floor with a burst of determination, making its appearance in his chest.
Then he took slow, trembling breaths. He could do this. He needs to do this. Hizashi was waiting. He was waiting for that gushing relief that would come the second that he got his bladder to unlock. Taking trembling breaths that were deafening in the quiet of the bathroom, he squeezed at his husband's forearm. And he tensed his stomach with a grunt; using his muscles to push on his swollen bladder. To fight against the shyness of his bladder when he tensed up out embarrassment.
Nearly locking up at the spurt that left him. Splashing into the toilet. It was loud with his cheeks burning but he couldn't stop himself from throwing his head back against his husband's shoulder with a gasp. Shaking because he was going. He was pissing and he'd never felt so euphoric. Ohhhh, it was so good it had him moaning breathlessly with his hand clutching at the blonde's forearm. The sound of his hissing stream splashing into the toilet was easy to ignore as he sagged back against his husband's chest.
Oh, oh, he didn't know what to do with himself as he clung to his husband's forearm. Shaking. Shuddering. Gasping. Whatever shyness that had taken over him briefly was forgotten. Quickly. As if his body couldn't handle the shyness a second longer after that push of his muscles on his swollen bladder. Moaning breathlessly as he clung to the blonde's forearm with the thunderous sound of his piss splashing into the toilet rang out.
His husband was pressing up against him with lips pressing to the side of his neck and shoulder. Soft kisses that had him swaying on his feet as his thighs trembled slightly from the relief. Oh, he swore he could feel his bladder shrinking. His stream gushed out of him with a speed that seemed to increase gradually into a desperate jet that hissed out of him. Splashing deafeningly into the toilet as his body tried frantically to rid itself of the liquid that had been gathering for hours.
Oh, moaning to himself as his head pressed back against his husband's shoulder with the blonde letting out a shaky breath. Fingers tightening on his dick that jumped with the stream gushing through it. His hips arched forward instinctively with another breathless moan spilling out of him as his left hand shot out to hold onto the edge of the counter. To balance himself as he shuddered at the pleasurable euphoria gushed over him. Through him.
Oh, it had him swaying on his feet with his husband humming softly in his ear with that hand tightening on his dick again as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. He didn't think something as simple as going pee could feel so damn good. But fuck, it was gushing out of him in a torrent that refused to dissipate. Growing stronger with a desperate jet as the hissing of his stream filled the quiet of the bathroom around them. Mixing in with the thunderous sound of his piss splashing into the toilet.
He clung onto his husband as he leaned back against his chest with a moan bursting out of him again in that breathless pitch. Fuck him, he didn't think taking a piss could feel so good. It was so much better than the times his husband had asked him to piss himself. It was relief in its purest form as the agony of holding was forgotten. All that existed to him was the relief that brought a pleasure like no one else. He felt slightly embarrassed at the urgency in his stream.
How it jetted out of him in a desperate arch into the toilet with that thunderous splashing. He was breathless, however, as he sagged against his husband with hips arched forward. The hand on his dick keeping him aimed at the toilet when his lashes lifted upwards ever so slightly to peek downwards. The sight of golden piss gushing into the toilet had him wincing as he watched the urgent stream leaving himself. The way it had the water of the toilet bowl splashing and sloshing from the force of his stream.
It was so good, so good, so good. He didn't know how the hell he was breathing with the racing breaths he took while his husband hummed lazily behind him. Fingers sliding over his shaft slightly to hold him firmly with his stream gushing into the toilet. He didn't understand what his husband found so hot about it, but he couldn't think around the euphoria. Around the pleasure pooling into his stomach as he pissed. It felt like it had been going on for far too long, but he didn't care.
All that existed was the euphoria of finally letting go. Of being rid from that pressure that had been building in his lower stomach. The way his husband had teased him when his need had been undeniable. When they'd spoken in hushed whispers about the desperation he felt when he pleaded to go only to had Hizashi gleefully say no. It had him moaning breathlessly at the thought as his hand clutched at the corner of the sink.
At his husband's forearm as he let his eyes shut rather than focus on the desperate arch of his piss splashing into the toilet deafeningly. He felt lips pressing to his forehead that trailed upwards towards the side of his neck when he felt hips grind forward against him. The growing bulge of his husband's growing erection rubbing against him. It had him groaning which got him a low groan from his husband. Was he watching then? Or was he lost in his own head?
It was hard to think around the thunderous splashing of his own piss gushing into the toilet. Around the hissing of his desperate stream leaving him as his bladder began to deflate. It had him sighing out as he swayed on his feet weightlessly with a breathless, shaking exhale leaving him. Oh, it was glorious. Absolutely amazing to let go after having held it in for close to seven hours. How had he done that? How had he gotten so close to seven hours without his bladder exploding?
He had not a clue. He couldn't think of it when his bladder was shrinking finally as his stream hissed deafeningly in the bathroom's tiny quality. His husband's low groan in his ear sent shivers down his back as he clung to the corner of the sink. To his husband. He swore his eyes were going to roll back from the pleasure of finally letting go. For seven hours he'd drunk drink after drink offered to him by his husband that he knew he would be keyed up tonight. After all, two coffees and two energy drinks?
He was bound to be wired up tonight and unable to sleep for some time, but he didn't have a problem with that. He truly didn't. All that he'd been wanting in the last hour was to take a piss and here he was doing just that. His bladder shrinking. The stream hissing and splashing thunderously into the toilet water as he rested his head back against his husband's shoulder. Relishing the pleasure of letting go as his mouth hung open slightly with another of those breathless moans leaving him. Shuddering when he fought the urge to bounce his hips forward.
Using his muscles, he pushed harder against his bladder causing his stream to pick up speed once again. He was in heaven. Utter heaven now that the agony of his swollen bladder was gone. It had him trembling as he clung to his holds with his brows squeezing together slightly with a groan spilling out of him. He may be the one who did the holding in their relationship, but he'd have to convince Hizashi to try at least once. To let the blonde get desperate and eager for a piss like he did each time now.
He was more than happy, however, to get it out of him. Literally and figuratively. Sighing shakily with his head pressing back, he relished the loss of that agonizing hold. He couldn't feel better. It had him swaying on his feet slightly as his stream gushed out of him into the water. It had him wincing at the splashing, but he ignored it for the pleasure of letting go. The pleasure of finally getting what he wanted after his spurts earlier.
His seal broken and it had made him all the more desperate to have damp boxers clinging to him. Teasing him. It had him in a state of such bliss that he could understand the pleasure attached to such an action. Such a choice. He could maybe see how his husband found it so pleasurable to watch but he didn't think he'd get it. All that mattered was his bladder was draining, and he had never been happier. Never been more delighted in that loopy happiness as his hips twitched slightly when he pushed with his muscles again.
Causing his stream to pick up speed with a deafening hiss that had him sighing out with his hips angled forward. His husband's hand holding onto his jumping, twitching dick as his stream gushed out of him. It was strangely better than being alone. Feeling his husband right behind him with lips trailing over the side of his neck. Over his shoulder with kisses that had him melting on his feet. It was better than damn near straddling the bowl and leaning forward on his hand that would brace itself on the wall before him.
In whimpering and whining by himself. It was still embarrassing but he knew that there was no stopping it. Not now. His lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks with his eyes rolling back slightly on him much to his chagrin God, it felt so good. So good that he could orgasm off of it. He could feel his husband's hips grinding forward against him with the bulge of his erection rubbing over his ass delightfully. It had him pressing back slightly with his stream beginning to weaken slightly.
Grunting under his breath, he continued to push with his muscles on his aching bladder. He wanted to press back against those grinding hips but he couldn't. Not yet. He swayed on his feet with a weak moan spilling out of him as his head pressed back against his husband's shoulder. The splashing of his piss hitting the water was deafening with his husband's breaths trembling over his shoulder. His neck. As if he were the desperate one.
It had him shuddering with his stomach fluttering with nerves as his stream seemed to keep going, going, going. Never-ending with that hissing filling the quiet between them save for shaking breaths and breathless sounds leaving him. Seven hours' worth of piss leaving him in a desperate stream that was going strong. How much longer would it continue to go on? How much longer until he was done. He wanted to lift his hand from the corner of the sink to touch his stomach.
To see if his bladder still swelled outwards. He could feel it shrinking much to his delight as shivers ran over him. It was mortifying. Embarrassing. They may be married but he knew the embarrassment would hit him once they were done. The embarrassment that insisted that taking such a euphoric piss in front of his husband shouldn't be done. It had him whining breathlessly as he squeezed his muscles to push his piss out faster as it had in the beginning.
It was weakening slightly only to pick up when he squeezed his muscles slightly to help aid his deflating bladder. His husband let out a low sound with teeth nipping at his earlobe as trembling breaths fanned over the side of his face. He swore his husband had never been harder and it was all over him taking a piss? Over him squirming, desperate to hold it? It had him groaning lowly in his throat when his eyes opened slightly.
His stream was weakening, finally, with that weak hissing as compared to the stronger stream seconds. God, it felt so good. So good, so good, so good. His stream was weakening further when he pushed with his muscles. A quiet grunt leaving him when his stream sped up slightly before weakening once again. Trickling idly into the toilet with that splash of his piss, meeting the water nowhere near as thunderous as it had been with that urgent arch.
He sighed out with his head raising slightly from his husband's shoulder. Watching the arch of his stream diminishing slightly with his hips angling forward regardless. The splash of his slowing stream into the toilet was deafening with his husband holding his dick securely in his hand. His nails glowing against his skin. God, it felt so damn good. If there was one thing, he could possibly like about omorashi or watersports was letting go. To hold for hours on end only to let go like this?
It was pleasurable. It was euphoric. It had him weak as he slumped back to his husband's chest with his hips arched forward as if to aid the stream leaving him. It felt like it had been much too long when his stream weakened further. The once desperate arch of his piss was rendered to a mere trickle that had him sighing out with such relief at the way his bladder deflated. Finally empty after having held it all damn day long. He squeezed at his husband's forearm as his stream trickled into the toilet idly.
He'd been going strong for so long that now that he was finally empty. His stream coming to a trickling stop it felt so damn good. Like he could finally breathe without a soft, airy sound leaving him. His thighs trembled at the relief twisting into his chest as his stream trickled before weakening to a dribble. It didn't take much longer for it to taper out much to his delight, as his knees trembled slightly. His head swaying faintly from the rushing press of that relief.
Oh, it was so good standing here with a now empty bladder as compared to the tight stretch of the organ mere moments ago. He pushed weakly with his muscles causing him to spurt briefly with a splash before his stream cut off. He shuddered with a low, breathless moan leaving him at how empty he was. It was like a miracle. A gift. To go from struggling to hold it to finally, blissfully, being empty. It had him loosening his hold on his husband's forearms as he felt a weak dribble left him.
And he was done. Done, done, done. He slumped back against his husband who grunted quietly at the weight of him pushing back but he didn't mind it. He hummed with his hand leaving its tight hold on the blonde's forearm to caress it instead. Trailing his fingers over his sleeve when his husband then shook him off to rid him of the drops clinging to the slit. He lifted his hand from the corner of the sink to reach for the buttons atop their toilet seat.
Pushing down to flush the toilet as his husband held his dick in his hand when it gave a twitch at that grinding of his husband's hips behind him. He didn't want to put his boxers back on. Not with how damp they'd gotten, and he would keep his husband from doing so. He turned his head lazily to kiss at the side of his husband's neck. He was weaving on his feet when the blonde spun him around in his arms. Hands pushing at his damp boxers and pants down to his knees where they then fell to his ankles.
Stepping clumsily at them when he was heaved up onto the sink. Hissing at the cold porcelain against his ass, the dig of the faucet against his lower back, he found himself being tugged into a kiss. A passionate, breathless kiss that he returned without a second thought. His hands coming up to touch his husband's shoulders then curling his arms around the blonde. Kissing him with that burning passion that was poured over him with the sharp smack of their moving lips filling the quiet of their bathroom.
Bouncing off the walls of the small space effortlessly as he twisted his fingers into silky blonde locks giddily. He moved his lips against those soft ones that melted to shape and curve against his. Molding for that perfect touch that he'd recognize anywhere. He tightened his arms around his husband's shoulders with his fingers tugging at locks of hair playfully. Tugging while lips moved against his with a hunger that had him shuddering when he poured his passion into the kiss.
God, if he doesn't fucking love how his husband kissed him like this. With hands sliding along his thighs with nails dragging playfully over his skin with lips sliding against his urgently with the blonde pressing up against him the best that he could. The faucet dug into him painfully, but he happily ignored it with his back coming to press against the mirror with his husband squeezing at his thighs. It had him shuddering with his dick twitching between his spread thighs.
Fuck, is this all it took to get his husband hot? Was this all it took to turn him on? By taking a piss, he was desperate for? It had him groaning lowly under his breath with those lips sliding against his with all the red-hot passion that he contained. And he happily returned that passion with his own as he tightened his arms around his husband to hold him close. Clutching at him. The pleasure from such a release twisted under his skin when hands slid along his thighs in caresses that had him utterly melting.
He loves it when his husband kisses him with such passion straight out the gate like this. It had his dick twitching again between his spread thighs. Cringing at the cool porcelain beneath him but it was all too easy to ignore it. He twisted himself close to his husband while he was pushed back to the mirror that trembled beneath him. He clung to his husband with the sharp smacks of their moving lips filling the quiet between them. Trembling breaths fanning onto hot cheeks as his husband slid his hands along his thighs.
Squeezing at his hips with lips attacking his with such hunger it left him swooning from the relief, from the pleasure. It had his head swimming. He absolutely adores what his husband was doing, and he wants nothing more than to have more, more, more of this man. His husband kissed him with such passion it had heat flashing over his skin as his cheek throbbed lightly from the force of his blush. Lips sliding against his fervently with that desire to be closer, closer, closer.
He wanted to drag this man under his skin even if that embarrassment pricked in his chest to recall why his husband was so hot. So worked up. He tightened his arms around his husband delightedly with fingers tugging at those silky locks which earned him a quiet groan. It was a bolt down to his back that had him shuddering. He squirmed eagerly to adjust the way the faucet was digging into him with his lips sliding against Hizashi's with passion. Hunger.
It was so damn blatant that his husband was hungry for more and God help him, he was too. This wasn't his thing, and he didn't think it ever would be, but he was happy to share in the pleasure with his husband in the aftermath. It had him shuddering with his back attempting to arch slightly to press their chests together with hands sliding along his thighs in caresses. Fingers curling in to squeeze at him firmly which sent shivers racing down his back as he tugged sharply at his hair.
Earning himself a whine from the blonde who twisted forward to press up against him tightly. There wasn't enough space but God if he didn't love how he felt crowded by his husband who was kissing him ferociously. Fiercely. Fervently. It was something he returned without a second thought with the sharp smack of their moving lips ringing out. Breaths trembling over his uncomfortably hot cheek with hands sliding up to caress his waist.
It had his dick twitching in a volley at the passion aimed his way. The lustful hunger that was all too blatant in the way his husband kissed him. It was something that left him damn near swooning. It was all so much but he found himself returning that passion to his husband; the lustful hunger. He hadn't thought of sex once today but God if it didn't sound damn good too him. The feeling of his husband's hard on pressing against his ass had been a welcomed one.
To know his husband got off so hard on this was a turn on like nothing else. Heat flashed over his skin as he clutched Hizashi close to him as he tried squirming. The dig of the faucet hurt like nothing else with a throb over his skin to which he leaned forward away from the mirror. Sitting up right away from the wall with his arms curled around his husband. Holding onto him fervently with his fingers tugging at blonde strands delightedly.
Earning himself a low whine from his husband in response who twisted close with their chests pressed tightly together. His legs stretching out with his thighs rubbing against his waist as his dick twitched again with hands sliding along his thighs. Coming up to squeeze and knead at his waist with lips sliding against his with such heat it had him melting. God, when was the last time his husband had kissed him like this? When was the last time they'd kissed so passionately?
It was hard to remember but fuck if he doesn't love it. If he didn't find his skin crackling with heat as he tightened his arms around the blonde trembling breaths being taken by himself and Hizashi. All because he had been dying for a piss. All because his husband had watched over his shoulder as he took said piss. It had him whining quietly to himself as he twisted in his husband's arms. Tugging playfully and curling locks of hair around his fingers as he slid his lips against his husband's soft ones.
God, they were so soft. Like velvet against his as he slid a hand up to cup the back of his husband's head gently. Pressing lightly against it with his husband humming softly in response with hands sliding along his waist. Caressing his skin with a whisper of those soft hands sliding against his waist before squeezing. Thumbs moving to caress the dip of his hips slightly with lips sliding against his with a quiet urgency that he replied in kind with that passion.
That desire. It had him twisting himself closer to the edge of the sink with his husband holding onto him when thumbs moved to roll circles into his hips comfortingly. It had him arching forward against his chest as he playfully curled locks of blonde hair around his fingers. Tugging gently at them again and again with lips sliding against his with such hunger it had him swooning. Had his heart thudding against his chest sickeningly as he moved his lips against those soft ones.
It was the one thing that he adored about the blonde before him; that passion that was so effortlessly passed from one another. It had him eager to receive another kiss as the sharp smack of their moving lips rang out to fill the small space of their bathroom. Utterly deafening. Hands curved backwards to slide over his lower back then what they could reach of his ass with fingers squeezing at him. It had his dick twitching in a volley between his spread thighs as he groaned out at his husband who let out a moan back at him.
Hands wandering over his skin adoringly had his heart jumping in his chest wildly. Had his breaths trembling with each inhale he took that only rushed out faster than the last as he clung to his husband. Holding onto him delightedly with the blonde squeezing him impossibly close to the blonde. It was so easy to forget he was naked from the lower half, but he didn't mind it neither did his husband. If anything, he knew the blonde was harder than anything if he were to reach down and fondle.
Touch and rub. It had his fingers twitching when he tugged sharply at the locks he had wrapped around his fingers. A sharp pull that had his husband whining out which acted as nothing more than a shot of heat to his stomach. How easy it was to feel that arousal now that he wasn't desperate. Wasn't on the brink of pissing himself. He curled himself forward into the blonde's arms which tightened around him with hands sliding along his back comfortingly.
Fingers tugging at the ends of his hair playfully. He slid his lips against those velvety soft ones delightedly with the blonde humming softly at him. He clutched at the blonde with his hand working its way from those blonde locks to slide his hand down to his side. Slipping his hand beneath the hem of his sweater to touch the warmth of his skin. Sliding his hand upwards, he fanned his fingers out over the warmth of his husband's skin. He slid his hand up and down in a gentle circuit.
Something that had his husband squirming against him with a whine breaking out of the blonde. And he felt it; that gush. The rush of blood through his veins moving so fast it ached as that blood pooled down to his crotch when he felt fingers tug at his hair. A hard pull that had his back arching with a moan spilling out of him as his dick twitched in a volley between his spread thighs. Blood gushing down, down, down to his aching crotch where that ache twisted into his lower stomach.
A good, pleasant ache as compared to the one of a full bladder. He shuddered with his back arching further when a hand skimmed down it. Fingers tugging at his hair as lips slid against his fervently with a desire that he found himself replying too in kind. He wanted nothing more than to melt away into a puddle now that he wasn't desperate for something as simple as a piss. He wanted to be putty in this man's arms. He wants to be a play thing for his husband for the night.
Anything that would bring them the fast, desperate sex that he knew was coming for him. His husband always got so worked up when they did anything remotely similar to watersports or omorashi. Hizashi always came so hard and fast when they had sex following moments like this and God if it didn't have him moaning lowly at the thought. He fucking loves the frenzied, crazed sex that follows moments like these. Even if embarrassment stung in his chest, he knew that it would pass.
It always did. Squeezing at his husband's waist, he slid his hand along the curve of it before reaching back. Rubbing his hand over that flat ass that his husband always seemed so insecure about. Sure, it was small. It was flat. But it fit perfectly into his hand regardless and who cared if it was flat and small? He thought it was cute. Sexy. He could hold onto it when the blonde was fucking him and that's all that truly mattered at the end of the day, wasn't he?
He loves his husband's ass. It was perfect; just like the rest of him. Squeezing hard at a cheek had his husband moaning into the passionate kisses of theirs as he dangled on the edge of the sink with his dick hardening between them. Twitching in a volley as that blood flow gushed through his veins wildly with his chest fluttering with fast breaths being taken through his nose. And then his husband was pulling away; lips leaving his which he chased after with an eager whimper.
Lips came down on his in a flurry of kisses; pecks that he returned desperately with that sharp smack ringing out. One, two, three, four, five kisses given to him when the sixth was deepened slightly with a hard press of those velvety soft lips against his own. And then his husband was pulling away with shaking breaths being taken by the both of them rapidly. A shallow panting rhythm when he looked over his husband's red face; the sight of it absolutely breathtaking.
He didn't know how he didn't get distracted by the sight of his face each time he saw it. Glasses slipped down his husband's nose slightly with a red blush smothering itself over freckled cheeks. His lips parted slightly with blonde brows squeezed together ever so slightly with a twitch. He looked positively lovely with that rich blush glowing on his cheeks. The way his blonde hair fell around his face with a few wilder locks brushing at his cheeks and jaw.
God, those freckles just begged for kisses. Begged for his lips to pepper that lovely face with kisses that he absolutely deserved. It was a desire that twisted up in his chest with his breaths trembling when he twisted himself closer to the blonde. His erection filling out as it came up to rest against his stomach with a happy twitch against the fabric of his shirt. Blonde lashes fluttered on those red cheeks before they were lifting upwards.
Pupils blown wide with a look of such lustful hunger burning in those green eyes had his heart jumping in his chest. Oh, it was a look of such hunger that he didn't know how that heat didn't explode out of him. Hotter than anything, flames ripped under his skin. Ripped into him relentlessly as he twisted himself close to his husband. Eager to touch. To kiss. And yet the blonde kept his face away from his slightly with a smile curling over those soft lips of his as hands slid along his waist.
Kneading at him with thumbs stretching down to trace the shape of his hip delightfully when he happily hummed softly at the blonde. The porcelain felt warmer under him than it had minutes ago but he didn't mind it. Instead, he twisted himself closer to the blonde who held him closely. Tightly. Like he might just disappear any moment and he needed to be held closer. He damn near slipped off the edge of the sink but his husband's lower half kept him on it. Teetering. Then his husband let out a shuddering sigh.
"Do you-" Hizashi's voice was husky when he raised his brows at his husband who paused to clear his throat. Licking at his lips causing them to glisten when those green eyes flared at him when he kneaded gently at his ass. "Do you have an-any idea how hot that was for me? Do you have even the slightest clue how hot I think that was? I know you don't get it, I know you don't find it to be, but I think that was super fucking hot, baby! Like, the hottest fucking thing ever!"
"Oh yeah? You think me taking such a gigantic piss is hot then? I'd dare say it's not as embarrassing to piss in front of you with you holding my cock rather than me pissing myself. But to each their own." He got a happy hum from his husband in that husky pitch when the blonde leaned forward to kiss at his cheek. Kisses that crawled down to his jaw where kisses were fluttering over it when he licked at his own lips. "But I think a better question is what do you want to do about it? You're hard. I'm hard. So-"
"Let's fuck! That's what you're going to say, isn't it?" He raised his brows at the blonde who pulled back with that wide smile on his lips when he leaned in to kiss at that freckled cheek. Trailing his lips across it to the bridge of his nose where his freckles were darker. More noticeable. They were so fucking cute and begged for all the kisses in the world while his husband giggled as he was then stepping back allowing him to slip off the sink. "If you don't find it gross, I'd love to fuck you, baby!"
Kissing at the freckled cheeks adoringly, he slid his hand from his husband's ass to slid his hand up to his waist. Scratching gently at him when he trailed his lips down a red cheek to his husband's jaw where he feathered kisses across it before nuzzling his nose and lips up beneath his jaw with a hum before pulling back a bit. Just enough to speak clearly. "It's not gross. I told you before, it's not my thing but that doesn't mean it's not your thing, okay? You can find omorashi, watersports or anything with piss hot, love. You like what you like."
"You're too accepting of my weird kinks, but I thank you for being so sweet!" His husband replied with a kiss being given to the top of his head when arms curled around his waist as he was tugged forward then heaved up into his arms with a yelp. He hooked his left leg and prosthetic around his husband's thighs as he was heaved up with a grunt. He pulled back to scowl at his grinning husband who squeezed him close. "I'll never drop you, baby! I promise! Now, how's about we go dirty up those sheets a bit, huh?"
"I like the way you think, love." He loved how that grin widened on the blonde's face as he was held tightly in his arms. He curled his arms around his husband's shoulders once more when he leaned in to pepper his cheek with kisses that had the blonde giggling as he was squeezed closely to the blonde's chest. Turning to the closed door, his husband stretched an arm out to tug it open with a creak when lips came down on his. He was more than happy spending the night losing himself in the blonde.