The Darkest Fifty Shades of EraserMic (Shades of EraserMic 3)

by CrypticBeans

And here it is! The final fifty chapters of nothing but smut! Enjoy!

20. Claw Me Up! (Acarophilia)

"Mmmm."

A soft, quiet sound slipped out of Hizashi before he could stop himself. The warmth beneath the blankets was unlike anything he'd ever had. It was nice. Amazing. His hand slid along Shouta's right thigh that was hooked around his waist as the blankets rustled with the idle movement. The sound of his hair rubbing over the pillow was deafening. The quiet breaths taken by one another fanned onto warm cheeks. Sliding his hand along his husband's thigh, the soft whisper of moving lips filled the quiet.

The drag of their lips was deafening in the darkness of their bedroom with fingers tugging playfully at his hair. Tugging with fingers curling the strand they held around fingers before pulling playfully. The light, intermittent smack rang out lightly with lips moving together slowly. Lazily. There was no rush, no need or burning urgency. The lazy kisses being given were absolutely heavenly; sluggish in the perfect manner. There was no need to crush their lips together feverishly.

No need for mouths to part yet. It was perfect. The right tempo for a late night make-out session. He squeezed gently at his husband's thigh before moving his hand to caress the length of it again and again. Petting at the warmth of his skin as he flicked his fingertips beneath the edge of his husband's boxers playfully. Loving the huff, it got him when he snuck his finger beneath the fabric with his strokes upwards much to his delight.

He moved his lips against those plush, full ones happily. God, they felt perfect against his. Utterly perfect much to his delight. There was nothing he loved more than a late night make out session with his husband like this. When neither could sleep and they naturally squirmed closer. When arms would wrap around one another to tug the other closer. When lips were coming down together with those lazy, slow kisses that sent tingles racing down his back.

Slow, even breaths fanned over his cheek with lips sliding against his when he felt a wild black curl brush against his cheek. There was nothing better than this. Nothing better than kissing his husband who was an utter glutton for kisses. He could kiss this man until his lips were pink and kiss-swollen, yet Shouta would still ask for more. Would beg for more. And it had him crumbling every day time. How could he not? How can he not crumble when those mismatched eyes widened at him?

When those full lips parted with a whining whimper to his husband's voice as he begged for another kiss? When hands tugged him down as the limited lighting glistened off of that dark left eye of his? He was helpless. Unable to stop himself from giving his husband exactly what he wants when he wants it. Perhaps that made Shouta spoiled. Perhaps that made him a bit of an enabler but how can he say no? How can he say no to this beautiful, willing man who wanted nothing more than to kiss him?

It was so easy to give in to those desires effortlessly. Just like tonight. When they had jumped into the shower together, he'd done his best to relax his husband. Kneading at his wet skin with his hands before he'd grabbed the loofah. Loving how his husband swayed back as he kneaded at his skin with the sponge. Scrubbing gently at his skin as he cleaned him off before turning to the task of his hair. God his husband had been putty in his hands by the time he was washing his hair.

Swaying on his foot while he made sure to keep the soap out of his face. They'd had an unbearably long day today and he'd done his best to be gentle around the bruises lining his husband's back. His thighs. Circular bruises left behind from their romp with exploring that high heel kink of his husband's. He'd been ruthless. Harsh. And he'd left pock like bruises behind from the grinding slams of his heel into his skin. It had been a rush but he was more concerned with the aftermath.

With making sure his husband was alright. He'd been gentle with him since then with the promise that he'd do something special for Valentine's Day that loomed four days away. He promised to do something nice for the both of them to make up for the bruises left behind, but Shouta had been euphoric. The man had a sparkle to his left eye that refused to dissipate when they were at work. Spots of pink blooming over his cheeks when they caught each other's gazes.

His husband had been happy with that easily triggered smile that he'd recognize anywhere. A smile that curled on his lips no matter how desperately he tried to remain stoic. There was nothing he loved more than that. However, he swore that next time he stepped on his husband in heels hat he'd be gentler. He knew that his husband liked pain, liked degradation, but it didn't stop that old guilt from flickering in his chest when he was gently massaging at the marks and bruises left behind.

He worried for his husband. Worried that Shouta wouldn't speak up when something truly hurt him because of that pleasure. However, his husband had been quick to pull the plug when he'd been stomping on his thighs. It didn't stop his husband from being euphoric the day afterwards. He'd been utterly radiant with that delight. A fascination to him when he'd been looking in the full length mirror at the marks on his thighs and back. He wanted nothing but the best for his husband.

And he wanted to make sure that no matter what they did together that he felt good. Seeing the radiant euphoria rolling over his husband from the past couple of days had made it worth it. He hoped that he'd get to see that euphoria when his husband and him went out together for Valentine's Day. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that his husband was radiant the day after it. To make his husband smile the way that he had after he stepped on him in his heels.

When he'd rubbed and shoved his foot between trembling thighs. He wants to make this man the happiest he'll ever be and do something truly special for his husband. Something that made him all but swoon into his arms when they were done. He had his plans, his ideas, in motion for Valentine's Day and he was going to make sure his husband knew it. He swore it. After what Shouta had done for him last year, he was more than happy to return the favor this year.

He knew anything with high heels, whatever his outfit was to be, would be enough to get his husband swooning. To get him red faced for the rest of the night. He knew it was going to be a damn good day if he played his cards right. All he ever wanted was to make Shouta happy. Was to see that pink cheeked, sweet smile of his being triggered with little more than a look. All he wants is to show his husband that he was very much loved. That he was adored.

That's all he'd ever wanted for his husband and if he had to use Valentine's Day to impress that onto his husband then that's what he was going to do on that day. Anything to show his husband how much he loved him. Adored, wanted and needed him. There was a tightening of that right thigh around his waist to which he hummed softly as he slid his hand along his husband's thigh. Kneading gently with circles that had muscles jumping then quivering beneath his hand.

Lips sliding against his with that lazy speed had his heart fluttering in his chest. Skipping. His stomach filled with those all too familiar butterflies as he slid his hand along his husband's thigh. Loving how he twisted close to him with hair rustling over the pillow. The ear pressed to his pillow was quiet. Silent. It was an off-kilter sensation, but he happily ignored it when he listened to that rustling of the blanket and hair over pillow cases.

He tightened his arm around the black-haired man's waist; curved beneath him, his arm was pinned to the bed. His hand pressing against his lower back to get him to settle closer to him. He could kiss this man all night long. Let himself be keyed up until the long hours into the night but he knew it was a bad choice. An awful one given they had to be up at six in the morning for work. To make sure breakfast was on the table and they were ready to head out.

But God help him, he can't think to take his lips away from the black-haired man's. Didn't want to. He wants to stay like this with the heat rolling off of his husband under the blankets keeping him warm. It had him shuddering when fingers tugged at his hair gently; the feeling of his hair being curled and uncurled around fingers tugged lightly. It was a sensation that he was all too familiar with. He moved his lips slowly against his husband's with the black-haired man fitted perfectly into his arms.

The heat of his skin keeping him close. God, he loves how the black-haired man provided heat like nothing else. It had him squirming as he twisted himself closer to the black-haired man who clutched at him. Fingers twisting into his tank top while fingers tugged at his hair insistently. It had him shuddering with his back arching slightly as he kneaded at his husband's thigh. Rolling circles into his lower back calmingly the best that he could give.

He wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle with this man. He wants nothing more than to be putty in his big hands. God, he loves how big his husband's hands were; how thick his fingers were. Rough with callouses and scared lightly from the years of hero work. From skin splitting on his knuckles with punch after punch given. The same trauma to the same spot would result in that and he loved those thin scars that melted into his skin.

Easy to miss unless one was scrutinizing his hands. He had memorized every scar on this man; from his back to his thighs to his sides and waist. His face. His hands. The back of his shoulder where he had gotten stabbed at once. He knew these scars like they were a map; something he could feel out with his fingers without prompting. He listened to the light smack of their slow, sluggish rhythm of their moving lips with arms tightening around one another.

Breaths fanning over his cheek held a light tremble when he squeezed at his husband's thigh. God, he could spend the rest of his night just like this. Work be damned. He would be pounding energy drinks galore throughout the day in the attempt to stay awake, so did it matter? Did it matter if he was up late tonight? Sliding his hand up his husband's back adoringly with hands twisting into his tank top. Flicking at the end of his husband's boxers that rested against his thigh.

Fingers flicking at his hair while fingers tugged playfully at his tank top. Shouta had opted to sleep in his boxers tonight while he had chosen a silk set of pajamas for himself. He loved the feel of his leg wedged between his; the tickle of his coarse leg hair scratching at his recently waxed legs. While he had given up waxing his chest and arms, he still remained vigilant in waxing under his arms and his legs. Anything to keep himself smooth somewhere.

If anything, it was nice not dealing with the itching on his chest from waxing. Sliding his hand awkwardly along his husband's back in unison with his hand on that trembling thigh with lips sliding against his. God, they were so full. So plush that he didn't know what to do with himself. They were the perfect lips for kissing; something that would leave most women envious. His husband had a full figured body with subtle curves hinted at with his muscular physique.

What he loved the most was his husband's lips. They were made for kissing, and he had said it once or twice in the past. He could still recall how his husband would be so shy as he ducked his face away. It was something that he always adored. There was nothing he loved more than to watch his husband become the shy man he used to be. Sliding his hand up on Shouta's thigh, he flicked his fingers at the hem of his boxers before sliding his hand upwards.

To squeeze at his hip while moving his hand awkwardly along his back. Loving how his husband arched into his arms with a quiet sound slipping free from the black-haired man. It was a sound that had his stomach fluttering when he let out a low hum in response as his husband twisted impossibly close. Lips slowly moving past hat sluggish, lazy rhythm for something slow with a firm press that had his lips tingling.

It was something he absolutely adored as he moved his lips in time with his husband's as he rubbed his hand over his lower back. Along his thigh. Squeezing his husband close to his chest with hair rustling over the the pillow cases with a sigh fanning over his cheek. Something he couldn't stop himself from mirroring as the blanket rustled quietly with his movements of his arm. His hands. Fingers tugged curiously at his hair before a hand sliding over his shoulder came up.

Cupping his neck with a thumb pressing against his jaw to roll soothing circles into it. Bringing with it a comfort that had him melting into his husband. Loving how that right thigh tightened around his waist with fingers twisting into his hair and his husband's hand sinking into his hair to cup the back of his head. Pulling lightly to keep his lips pressed firmly to those full ones. It was something he absolutely adored as he listened to the quiet whisper of their moving lips as they continued at that slow speed.

Casual. It was something that had him melting into the bed with that thigh tightening around his waist again. He arched into his husband's hold with arms tightening around him. Holding on tightly to him when he began to drag his nails idly up and down his husband's thigh when he felt goosebumps breaking out over his skin beneath his hand. Loving how Shouta shivered in his arms as he twisted impossibly close against him with his thigh squirming against his waist.

He dragged his nails lightly up and down his husband's thigh teasingly with lips sliding slowly against his; as if to take in the warmth of their kisses. The lazy, swelling warmth beneath skin with each slide of those soft, full lips tonight. God, they were so soft tonight thanks to the Chapstick he had convinced his husband to begin using to battle the cracked appearance that was beginning to form on his lips. They were soft because of that Chapstick. Warm.

Fuck, Shouta was so warm. His lips, his skin, his hair. He was so soft whether he believed that or not, it was something he absolutely adored. Sliding his hands along his lower back and thigh respectfully, he clutched the black-haired man close to him with warm breaths fanning over his hot cheek. He then pressed his hips to Shouta where he nudged at him slightly before shifting forward. Pushing forward in a roll that had the blanket bunching up awkwardly over him with hands clutching at his shirt.

Rolling over on top of his husband, he slid his arm from around his waist to plant his hand on the bed to keep from crushing Shouta. Thighs were spreading to welcome him between them as his hand slid along his husband's right thigh in a caress with muscles trembling under his hand. Hands gripping at his shirt with lips sliding against his as he shuddered at the cool air attacking the warmth of his skin. He happily ignored it in favor of those lips sliding against his.

To feed the warmth swelling under his skin. God, he was so beautiful. He Shouta felt so perfect beneath him. Against him. Thighs pressing to his waist with the blankets rustling as they squirmed and twisted to fit together again. A tight press from chest to hip when he slid his hand along his husband's thigh with fingers kneading at that trembling thigh. He adored the way his husband squirmed and twisted beneath him with that eagerness shining through to get comfortable.

He happily gave him the space to fidget beneath him when he pressed his lips firmly to the black-haired man's with that quiet whispering filling the quiet between them. The darkness was so loud. He felt off kilter listening with one ear, but he knew it would be better in the long run when he rolled over to fall asleep. Sighing out through his nose as he slid his lips against Shouta's, he loved the way those hands slid along his sides.

Curving towards his back where they plucked playfully at his silky tank top. Fingers tracing along the top of his tank top along his skin. Tracing the straps before coming back down with hands curving to his sides. Touching him with such bold sweeps that it had him utterly breathless. Eager. Lips continued to move slowly with that firm press with hips twitching beneath him when he shifted his weight slightly. To keep from being overwhelming.

He pressed his hips down tightly to his husband's when he felt that fluttering ache twisting into his lower stomach. Something that had his husband tugging him down tightly against him. His fingers twisted into the fitted sheet with thighs rubbing slightly against his waist with a low hum leaving the both of them in near unison. It nearly had him giggling but he swallowed it down in favor of moving his lips against Shouta's. God, these nights were his favorite.

When it was just the two of them after a long day. When they both got twisted up together away from prying eyes. He twisted himself down against his husband when he felt hips twitching beneath him again before rising up. Pressing back against him tightly with thighs rubbing against his waist again as hands traveled over his back. His sides. Sweeping caresses that had him melting above the black-haired man as hands continued to travel over him restlessly. As if he were desperate to touch.

He moved his lips against Shouta's with that firm press that created a light, consistent smacking that filled the quiet of their bedroom. Deafening in the darkness. He listened to hair rustle over the blanket when his husband tilted his head upwards for better access to his lips. Hips twitched beneath him once again with their press up against him when he pressed his hips tightly to Shouta's. And then he gave in to the quiet temptation that had his hips twitching against Shouta.

Together in unison, hips began to rock together with his husband's thigh squeezing against his waist. Another sigh flying out of the black-haired man. It was something that had him happy to rock with his husband; pressing himself fiercely against the black-haired man to fight the ache that was twisting into his lower stomach. Twisting into his crotch. Rocking his hips down against his husband who squirmed beneath him slightly with hips moving along with him.

It had him humming out softly again down at the black-haired man only to get an answering low sound from him with hips pressing up fiercely against him. It had him shuddering with his hands clutching at the fitted sheet and his thigh. Kneading gently at him with hips moving together as lips slid against his with a sigh fanning over his cheek. He couldn't help a sigh of his own when he shuddered with his back arching slightly. He slid his hand up to his husband's moving hip.

Tracing along the edge of the bone with his thumb while he squeezed at his husband who only let out another of those quiet sounds out of him in response. It had heat flickering over his skin with his hand kneading at his hip gently with his thumb moving to roll circles into it. Hands slid up and down along his sides to get his skin tingling as those tingles pooled into his stomach; twisting that ache. Twisting it tighter, tighter, tighter with each sweeping caress that had his tank top lifting up then smoothing out.

Fingers played with the hem of his tank top each time they swept downwards with playful flicks up to reveal his waist where fingers fanned out against. Sliding beneath his tank top to touch his skin. God, he loves having those big, rough hands on his skin. There's nothing he loved more than to have Shouta touch him. To feel the roughness of his palms and fingers sliding over his skin. It had him arching slightly into his hands with his knees digging into the bed when he let out a shuddering breath.

Hands squeezing at his waist when they slid downwards. Fuck, his hands were warm just like the rest of them. He began to inch up the speed of their kisses; moving past that slow, easy rhythm to something quicker. Something that spoke of the desire he felt bubbling under his skin. Sinking into his chest along with that sparking excitement as he plucked at the fitted sheet with his hand. Pressing into the bed while he squeezed at his husband's moving hip with the other.

Lips sliding against his with that chance in speed with his husband humming out softly into the kiss with hands sliding up. Curving towards his back with hips rocking against his increasing in their speed slightly which he was more than happy to give to his husband. A tight back and forth with thighs rubbing against his waist restlessly with nails dragging lightly over his shoulder blades before scratching down his back. And it brought him the reminder of what he wanted tonight all too effortlessly.

In the days following the high heels, he had been looking over their list in his spare time while Shouta went out. He had been scanning over the list in his hand when he had come across a word on the paper. Acarophilia. He'd been curious enough to open up his laptop and look up the word. And oh, it sent him down a slight rabbit hole. He'd been more than eager to read up more on the world of acarophilia. Clicking on link after link curiously to read the articles and definitions of the word.

It was fascinating. He'd been absolutely enthralled by the idea of his husband's nails clawing up his back. His sides. He'd been so curious that he damn near didn't hear the bedroom doors rattling open to which he quickly closed his browser out before his husband could see when the man had walked in. Of course, it didn't stop him from looking up acarophilia on his phone in the kitchen while his husband slept in bed.

Reading up on it with a glass of water in hand that he sipped at while reading the articles and definitions. The one page that was dedicated to teaching him step by step for beginners what to do for it. It had been a riveting rabbits hole that he found himself in, but he had been strangely confident that night after draining his water and joining his husband in bed again. He'd been curious enough about the option, but God knows he wants Shouta to claw up his back.

His arms. His thighs and ass. He wants to be torn apart by those blunt nails of his that always felt so good when they were raking over his skin Leaving their welted lines behind. What he wanted more than anything was for those nails twisting into his skin. Tearing lines open in his skin as he howled and wailed above him with hips jumping frantically. He wants to listen to his husband wail and squirm beneath him with nails clawing down his back.

After all, acarophilia really was just clawing him up while indulging in rough sex. Why not try it one night? Why not bring it up to his husband. And he had; he'd found it hard to keep his choice from his husband. The black-haired man had been wide eyed when he mentioned it to him and had listened on until he had run out of things to say to his husband outside of asking his opinion. Shouta had agreed that they could attempt his choice of acarophilia but hadn't said when.

Just that they would do it if it's what he wanted. A low, breathless sound tore him out of his thoughts when he pressed himself down against his husband who squirmed beneath him. Hips moving together in a tight side to side movement when he rolled his hips down to grind against his husband. Loving the soft moan, it earned him from his husband, he kept up his grinding. Continuing to roll his hips down against his husband who abandoned his rocking to grind up against him.

Nails dragging over his waist. And again, it was merely a reminder of his request. Of his choice. It sent shivers down his back at the reminder when his husband's hands were sweeping up his sides. Getting him to arch into his hands with a sharp exhale leaving him as he moved his lips against his husband's full ones delightedly. Shuddering with his back arching slightly when those hands slid backwards had him squirming. Twisting when nails scratched playfully at his shoulder blades before sliding down.

Curving to his waist where nails dragged over his skin again sending shivers down his back when he pressed his hips down harder against his husband. Loving it when the black-haired man moaned out quietly at him in a hushed pitch; as if they had to be quiet. As if there was a need to be quiet. There was nothing he loved more than to see old habits die hard. He kissed the black-haired man delightedly with hands skimming along his waist. His sides and back. God his hands were so big.

He'd always loved that; how his husband's hands were wide and calloused, it was his favorite thing about the black-haired man. There's nothing he loves more than letting those rough hands touch him. There was a desire to it that had him melting down as he pinned Shouta down slightly earning himself another of those hushed moans from the man. His stomach fluttered at that hushed pitch of his husband's while he ground his hips down against Shouta in tight circles.

Rubbing himself against the black-haired man who moaned up at him quietly with hands sliding along his sides. Nails lightly dragging up and down his sides with each caress with hips rolling up to grind against him. Grinding, grinding, grinding together. He slid his hand away from Shouta's hip to caress his thigh again with the black-haired man squirming beneath him. Hips grinding up tightly against him which he returned with tight, hard rolls down against his husband.

Loving how he twisted with hands sliding down to claw at his waist. Twisting him down closer to him as he could get which had him utterly melting into the black-haired man who gave another hushed moan. Thighs rubbing against his waist restlessly with hips grinding against him sending a jolt through him to his stomach. Heat flashing over his skin when he continued to grind himself down tightly against his husband.

The black-haired man clawed at his waist slightly before dragging his nails up his sides. And oh, it had heat flashing under his skin in a burst that left him sucking in a sharp gasp through his nose. His fingers clutching at the fitted sheet as hands then curved to fan over his lower back before reaching down to grab his ass. The pleasure that came from the action had him groaning lowly at his husband when hands squeezed hard at his ass.

A good squeeze that he'd give the black-haired man if he were palming at him. His husband seemed to delight in pawing at his ass with squeezing kneads that had his back arching and hips bucking. Thrusting down against his husband with another groan slipping out of him when hands squeezed at his ass again. A hard squeeze that had him grinding down fiercely against his husband who moaned out quietly to him with the black-haired man moaning back.

That hushed tone had his skin ripping with heat again that had his dick twitching curiously when thighs squeezed against his waist. A tight squeeze that had him shuddering with his back arching slightly with his husband's hands jerking at his ass again. Coaxing him to thrust down against the black-haired man. Loving that low, hushed tone of his husband's when hips ground up against him fervently in circles that had his heart jumping in his chest.

His stomach fluttering wildly with heat sizzling over the top of his skin before sinking down past it. Sinking down to his bones as that desire twisted under his skin to grip at him just as fervently. Groaning lowly at his husband, he ground himself down in tight circles when the black-haired man's thighs squirmed against his waist. Throwing themselves open wide much to his surprise. It had him sucking in a breath through his nose, but he didn't mind it one bit.

Whatever made his husband feel good is what he was willing to do tonight. Grinding down against his husband with hands pawing at his ass was a fucking dream. He was burning slowly but steadily with his toes curling as his knees dug into the bed with his hips rolling to grind down fervently against the black-haired man who clutched at his ass tightly. Keeping his hips arched down for that hard press against him.

His dick twitched in a volley at that pressure that had his thighs trembling slightly as he ground with his husband. Tight, hard circles that had his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks as lips pressed together harder. Moving faster. Kisses that rang out with a sharp smack that filled the quiet of the bedroom much like the trembling breaths fanning onto hot cheeks. He kissed his husband with that budding passion and desire. Emotions that were returned to him without a drop of hesitation.

God, there's nothing he loves more than when his husband kissed him like this. When their soft, lazy kisses were giving away to something hotter. Something better. It had his hand clutching at the fitted sheet as he ground down against the whining man delightedly in circles as his dick twitched. A fluttering volley of twitches that had his breaths trembling lightly while those hands clutched at him. Wanting him closer. Impossibly close to him.

A thought that had him groaning low in his throat at the black-haired man who merely whined. Hands sliding up from their kneading and pawing at his ass to claw at his lower back. Along his waist. Oh, it sent shivers racing over him as heat flashed under his skin in a burst when his husband's nails raked over the lines that had been left over his waist. Ohhh, it felt good. He shuddered when his husband's hips pressed up against him firmly. Insistently.

And he happily gave up his position as he rolled with his hands flying to his husband's waist. Tugging him on top of him as his back hit the bed causing it to bounce beneath him as his husband straddled his waist. Hips grinding down against him awkwardly with lips sliding fervently with that passionate desire making itself all too known in the kisses. He absolutely loves it. Rolling his hips up to grind against Shouta who ground tightly against him with circles that had his toes curling tightly at the pleasure given to him.

He lifted his hands up to slide along his husband's sides down to his waist. Sliding his hands back to rub over his ass that, honestly, filled his hands perfectly. It had him squeezing hard at the black-haired man's ass as he kneaded at him the way that Shouta had done to him earning himself a whine from his husband as hips ground down. A tight grinding that had his back arching from the bed slightly with his hair rustling over the pillow.

Again, he felt slightly off-kilter with his left ear being the only thing that picked anything up while his right got nothing. It was like riding a bike with training wheels and teetering side to side. It was off balanced. Clumsy. But he ignored it the best that he could as he slid his hands over his husband's ass again and again. Trying his best to reach down to brush his fingertips over the backs of his thighs. Loving how his husband squirmed with hips grinding down against him when they then slid back and forth.

A shameless rub that had his dick twitching in a volley with his breaths trembling down his throat through his nose as he clung to the black-haired man. Sliding his hands up over his ass towards his back where goosebumps broke over his husband's skin. He traced along the center of his husband's back which had arching down with their chests pressing tightly against his. Hips dragged back and forth against him in slides that brought with it a delicious friction that had his hips jumping up.

Thrusting against his husband with a low groan as he ground himself up against his husband. His hands sliding down to hold onto his hips as they slid back and forth in amazing rubs against him that had his back arching from the bed when he turned his head to break off the kisses. Gasping in a breath to speak when he was whining as lips trailed down his cheek to his jaw. Down to his throat where he pressed his head back into the bed with his hands squeezing at his husband's hips delightfully.

He wanted him closer. He wants Shouta so damn close he can't breathe without it impacting the black-haired man. He squeezed at his husband's hips again as they continued to snap back and forth with lips trailing down his throat. Kissing at him restlessly when he pulled on his husband for him to press down harder against him. His dick twitching in a volley that had him gasping slightly with his hands clutching at his husband who whimpered at him.

Nipping at his throat playfully only to kiss softly at the area around it. Hands coming up to rub over his chest with a grunt leaving his husband. Fingers rubbed over his nipples blindly through the material of his silky tank top which got his back arching upwards from the bed to push his hands into Shouta's rough hands. God, it had him squirming when he found himself grinning as his head rolled over the pillow as he kneaded at his husband's moving hips giddily when he licked his lips.

"Mmm, does someone want something from me? You know you can use your big boy words and tell me what you want from me, yeah?" He was breathless. Airy. His voice cracked slightly to which he paused to clear his throat when his husband nipped at his Adam's Apple then pressed a kiss to it with fingers flicking over his nipples before pinching him through the silky material of his tank top. His chest arched up with a sharp exhale spilling out of him when his husband tightened his pinch. "Shouta."

"I-I want you to fuck me, Zashi! I want you to fuck me into this bed and ma-make my legs shake! Give that damn rat a real reason to chew me out, won't you?" He loved the breathless, husky pitch of his husband's voice when teeth nipped at the edge of his jaw with hips moving to rub against him in a sleek back and forth snap of his hips. It had him squirming with his hips grinding up against the black-haired man who nuzzled up beneath his jaw. "Fuck me? Fuck me please, Zashi?"

"My, someone's being awfully sweet right now, huh? How can I say no when you're asking me so sweetly, baby?" Lips nuzzled up beneath his jaw with kisses being pressed to the fluttering pulse point with hips continuing their sleek back and forth rub down against him to get his dick twitching in a volley. Breathless. God, does he love this man. Loves him to utter bits. He clutched him impossibly close with a shuddering sigh, leaving him. "I tho-thought my fingers were enough earlier, hm?"

A low whine broke out of his husband when hips continued their rubs down against him with a pressure to his aching crotch that had him squirming. Twisting slightly beneath his husband as his lips trailed down his throat again with fingers pinching tightly before tugging at his nipples. It had his back arching with a groan when his husband twisted idly side to side before lifting himself up. "I can change my mind, can't I? Your fingers were enough earlier but I want more. Can't I have more from you, love?"

Fuck.

The way those eyes glanced down at him with his face holding a slight fuzz due to his awful vision, but he groaned when hips bucked against him. His dick twitched when tingles pooled into his stomach with a firm tug on his nipples followed by that idle side to side movement as they were twisted. God, it had him squirming with a whine bursting out of himself with his hands clutching at his husband. "You know what? I'm not gonna argue that! If you want more, you can have more, baby! I bet you're still ready, huh?"

"With how you fucked me with your fingers I am but there's no reason we can't test it, huh?" He loved the lilt to his husband's voice; hushed like there was a need to whisper. As if they could be heard through the walls when it was far from true. Their room was perfectly sounded proofed, and they could be as loud as they pleased. Squirming slightly with fingers increasing the strength of their pinch had him groaning. "So please? Please, fuck me? We can try that choice of yours out if that sweetens the deal?"

"Oh, baby, the deal is already so sweet, I think it's downright tooth rotting! You remember what acarophilia means?" His husband hummed with a nod as fingers continued to tweak his nipples gently through the material of this silky tank top sending shivers down his back. Had his dick twitching when his husband slowed his snapping slides for slower, harder slides that pushed down so good it had him moaning out. "God, baby, you know how to drive me wild , don't you? You wanna claw me up? Wanna leave some marks on me, huh? Claw me up really good?"

"Yes. God, yes, I want too! I want you to fuck me so-so hard while I claw up your back! I need you inside of me so fucking bad I can't even think of sleeping when I-I want you like this! I'll do whatever I can so long as you just touch me! Touch me, love? Fuck me into the bed while I claw you up, hm?" God, it sent shivers down his back at the breathy tone of his husband's. It had him squirming when fingers released his nipples as his husband leaned down to nip his earlobe. A breath rushing over his ear. "Fuck me, Zashi? Let me have your cock?"

"You're a naughty, vulgar little thing, aren't you? God, how did I ever get so fucking lucky as to have you, huh?" A low hum in his ear sent shivers down his back as hips continued their hard slides down against him to get his dick twitching in a volley. A frenzy of twitches that had his hips arching up to grind shamelessly against his husband. Shuddering. He then slid his hands up to push gently at his husband's chest. "Let me get up and get a condom and lube, yeah? I need to turn the light on so don't look over this way, alright?"

"I appreciate your concern." His husband then shifted backwards to side back on his heels. And he couldn't deny he missed the pressure immediately; the weight of his husband pinning his lower half down to the bed. He twisted towards the edge of the bed with his legs awkwardly spread as he crawled over slightly with Shouta tucked between his legs as he reached for the bedside table and turned the light on. Reaching out to touch the knob of the drawer with a grunt. "Do you need help, love?"

"Nah, I got it!" His fingers hit off the knob once, twice, before he got his fingers curled around it securely when he shifted forward further with his leg pressing to his husband's thigh. Reaching into the drawer, he touched the lube which he grabbed and then touched the sharp edge of a condom box. He tugged them both out with a satisfied hum when he then turned the light off plunging them back into darkness much to his relief. His eyes had been throbbing lightly from the sudden burst of light, and he caught his husband blinking.

He settled back on the bed with a soft hum to himself with his husband squirming slightly between his spread legs. Opening the box up, he tugged the chain of condoms out then ripped one off of the end. He happily welcomed the weight of his husband on his lower half once more where hips ground down against him playfully. Circles that had him pressing his feet to the bed as he arched his hips up. Grinding against his husband eagerly with the quiet rustle of his boxers rubbing against his silky pajama shorts.

Hands slid over his stomach with hands pushing up his tank top as they swept up to his chest to which he arched upward with a trembling breath. Welcoming those rough hands that fanned out on his chest with thumbs rolling over his areolas before swirling inwards. Flicking over his nipples delightedly, he shuddered at the casual flicks being given by his husband's thumbs with fingers rubbing idly at his chest. He threw the box onto the bed next to them blindly with the condom held tightly between his fingers.

He placed it down on the bed within reaching distance. Clawing open the lube with a cheerful crack, he found himself rolling his hips upwards giddily. Welcoming those tight circles that his husband ground down against him with his dick twitching excitedly in a volley. He sucked in a sharp breath when thumbs pressed down against his nipples as they perked up. Rolling tight circles over them to keep them flat with hands squeezing at his chest with a grip that had him shuddering.

His back arched up instinctively to push his chest into his husband's hands. He squirmed with his hips grinding up against his husband who squirmed slightly before leaning downwards when he reached out to curl his fingers into the waistband of his husband's boxers. Working them down over his ass. Hips rolled in their tight circles down against him with a friction that had him moaning out at his husband who whined as his lips pressed to his jaw.

Rubbing his hand over Shouta's left cheek then lifted his hand up and cracked it down on it. A sharp slap in the quiet of the bedroom had them both jumping with a moan startling itself out of his husband who squirmed. Hips tight in their circles down against him as he ground up with those same tight circles delightedly. As if they'd never stopped. As if they never paused to turn the light on and off. To get the condom and lube.

He squeezed at the black-haired man cheek earning himself another moan into his jaw with teeth biting down playfully at him. Thumbs rolling over his nipples in fierce circles before sliding away to begin flicking over them again. Coaxing them to perk up once more as they tingled beneath his husband's ministrations. Waves of tingles pooling into his stomach with each flick of thumbs over his nipples as hands squeezed at his chest again with the black-haired man grinding down against him.

God, what he'd give to turn the light on just to watch his back arch. To watch his hips jut back slightly and admire how they rolled in their tight grinding against him. Earlier, during their shower he wasn't afraid to admit that they had both gotten a bit handsy. A bit frisky. He'd fucked his husband with his fingers until he was coming over his hand with his back arching. He might not have heard a thing but the vibrations rocking his husband's chest and upper back told him he had been moaning with deafening volume.

There was nothing he loved more than to go off of the vibrations his husband made with the intensity of those moans and whines. It had him eager earlier. Eager to touch and see how loud his husband would grow as those vibrations spread down to his chest. It had him squirming beneath his husband who whined at him softly with teeth nibbling at his jaw before lips were pressing to the spot. Hips rolling to grind down against him with trembling breaths growing deafening in the darkness of their bedroom

He rubbed his hand over the curve of his ass. He had no doubt that Shouta was ready for him but did that mean he couldn't fuck him with his fingers for a bit? Just a bit? Shouta squirmed above him with eager, racing breaths being taken when he brought his hands together behind the black-haired man. Squirting lube onto his fingers, he placed the tube down on the bed next to them in reaching distance much like the condom.

His dick twitched in a volley with his back arching to push his chest into his husband's rough hands. Fuck, he should have known that his husband would be restless. That he would want more from him. It wasn't often that fingers were the one thing to leave his husband satisfied when it came to sex. Sometimes it was more than enough and sometimes it wasn't. Tonight was just one of those nights where it wasn't good enough for his over-eager husband and he was an all too willing husband.

An all too willing man to give his husband exactly what he wanted from him. He shuddered with his hand cupping his slick fingers to spread the lube over them with his hands trembling slightly. Hips moving together to grind tightly against one another with the quiet rustle of clothing rubbing together ringing out deafeningly in the quiet of their bedroom. The squelch of lube being spread over his fingers much to his delight.

Lips then crawled up his cheek with soft kisses that had him utterly melting into the bed as he spread the lube over his fingers eagerly with his husband kissing at the corner of his mouth. It was all too easy to know what his husband wanted from him. Turning his head slightly, his hair rustling over the pillow, lips came down on his once more. The press of those plush, full lips against his own were absolutely amazing. Sighing out through his nose in unison with his husband.

Squirming when his dick gave another volley of twitches in response to their tight grinding that brought with it a friction that pooled into his stomach. That had him groaning out quietly when his husband leaned forward at an angle where he rolled his hips down harder. Grinding into him fervently to get his thighs shaking lightly while lips slid against the way they had mere seconds ago. It was as if they'd never stopped their passionate kisses that had been bubbling with desire.

He happily moved his lips against his husband's with that bubbling desire as he slid his hand down to grab at a cheek to spread him open. Reaching down to rub his fingers over his husband who squirmed with hips angling back slightly in a slide against him. A groan spilling out of the both of them. Fuck, his husband was so pretty.It had been brief but his husband had looked so pretty in the soft golden lighting of their bedroom lamp.

The way it lit up the right side of his husband in a soft golden hue while the left remained shadowed, but it hadn't stopped him from admiring those wild curls that had rubbed against the pillow. The soft swell to his husband's full lips from their slow kisses over the past hour. The way his lashes fluttered or how his left pupil had shrunk when he looked at the light while the right remained fixed.

The blush that had smothered itself over his cheeks down to his chest to color his collar bones delicately with black curls wildly sticking up along his chest. Nipples perking up from his arousal and excitement. His husband had looked unbearably lovely in the lighting no matter how brief it had been. He could stare at his husband all damn day long. All night long. He could stare at him for hours and it would still leave him awed.

Leave him wondering how he had gotten such a beautiful man such as Shouta Aizawa to look at him much less love him back. Kneading at the cheek in his hand, he rubbed his slick fingers against his husband when his hole gave a happy little twitch beneath his fingers. It had him squirming slightly with lips sliding against his with a pressure that had him humming softly as he moved his lips against Shouta's delightedly. Listening to the sharp smack of their moving lips.

The quieter squelch of his fingers rubbing over that twitching hole. He curled his fingers into him with the black-haired man whining shrilly at him with a note of impatience; the first so far. It had him rubbing firmly at his husband with his fingers curling inwards to give him a pressure while he rubbed his fingers up and down, up and down, up and down. It had him melting with his chest arching up as thumbs flicked over his nipples.

Pinching tightly at them with a tug that had him groaning at the black-haired man. Hips grinding together fervently with the quiet rustle of boxers and shorts rubbing together as his dick twitched in a volley. Excited. It had his skin flashing with heat that sank down to his bones where that desire clutched at him. Whining up at his husband in response to that desire twisting into his chest. The heat of that lust ripping under his skin, he happily kneaded at the cheek that he held in his hand.

Rubbing his fingers slickly over that twitching hole with his husband whining at him. Eager. Excited. When Shouta had asked him to fuck him with his fingers in the shower, he'd been more than happy to give his husband what he needed from him. There had been something so beautiful in his husband arching his right thigh up further with the stump nearly pressing to the wall while his hand held himself open.

In watching his slick fingers thrusting and spreading inside of the man who had been squirming. His back arching. Skin glistening wetly from the showerhead that gushed over the black-haired man and ran down his back. Dripping down his thighs as his wet curls stuck to his skin. Oh, he'd been so beautiful. He honestly didn't know how they didn't do more earlier after it. Rubbing his fingers against his husband's hole, he then curled his fingers down to rub firmly at that twitching rim.

And it truly didn't take much for his fingers to sink into his husband once more. A slick slide into him with stretched muscles quivering around his fingers before clamping down tightly around them. No need to tease. No need to draw this out longer. There was a time and place for teasing but with how late it was he wanted to dive in. He wants to devour this man head to toe while he clawed up his back. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against that trembling inner wall that was so velvety beneath his fingers.

Rolling circles into his husband's inner wall, the black-haired man arched with a moan as fingers tugged at his nipples. Pinching tightly sending a jolt of pain across his chest when he let out a moan to his husband in response. Arching his chest up to push into his hands. There was such a strength to those inner walls that squeezed and clamped down around his fingers tightly. Squeezing his fingers for all their damn worth it seemed as he let out a shuddering exhale through his nose.

His lips moving passionately against Shouta's. The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom with the blankets rustling around and beneath them. Both squirming and twisting with the desire to be closer. His dick twitched in a volley once more with his hips grinding up fiercely against his husband who squirmed above him eagerly. Then he spread his fingers out; stretching the black-haired man's hole with inner walls trembling around his spread fingers.

Effortless. Easy. He groaned at how "loose" his husband felt to him as he spread his fingers out again and again. It seemed earlier had gotten his husband more ready but God if it wasn't addicting to spread his fingers out again. And again. Again, again, again to push at the weak muscles that trembled around his fingers when his husband's lips lifted away from his with a gasp being taken. And much to his delight, lips were lapping over both of his.

He happily opened his mouth up to his husband. Moving his tongue when Shouta's dipped into his mouth as lips crashed together firmly. Sliding his tongue against Shouta's slickly, he shuddered at the rub he got from his husband's tongue followed by the tip of it swirling around his piercing. Nudging it while he spread his fingers out again, again, again. His dick twitched in a volley at that harsh grinding and pressure down against him. Giving him a friction that had his toes curling.

And he felt that rush; a gush of blood draining from his head to streak agonizingly through his veins down to his crotch. It had him huffing out when he felt his husband beginning to stiffen against him. Hardening against his boxers effortlessly. It was a bit ironic for both to be getting hard at the same time but there was no controlling that now was there? He shuddered as his twitching dick began to harden slightly with his fingers fanning out again before coming together to give a sharp thrust.

The squelch of his action ringing out in the quiet of their bedroom when he repeated his thrust again. And again. Shallow thrusts that had his husband whining into their kiss with lips crushing down firmly against his as hips continued to grind. Rolling together frantically with his fingers thrusting shallowly into the black-haired man who squirmed and twisted atop him. His tongue rubbing against his which he happily slid his tongue against his husband's.

The light clicks of his piercing hitting off of teeth as he slid his tongue to his husband's mouth with that tongue squirming in his own. Rubbing slickly to his own with the tip of it playing with his restlessly. Rubbing, sliding, flicking at one another with tongues scraping against the edge of teeth with their over eager movements but he didn't mind it whatsoever. He flicked his tongue at the top of his husband's mouth before twisting his tongue down to rub against his husband's giddily with their tongues moving.

Squirming, rolling, and sliding against the black-haired man's restlessly with those full lips pressed fervently against his. He thrusted his fingers quickly, shallowly, into his husband who moaned down at him with lips pressing harder to his. It had his tingling with the pain as he squirmed with the black-haired man's hips twitching backwards to meet the thrusts of his eagerly when he spread his fingers out.

Pushing at those relaxed muscles that quivered and spasmed with the effort to bring his fingers back together, but he pushed out. Resisting the quivering pressure around them. God, he loves this man. Bringing his fingers together after a moment to thrust shallowly into the black-haired man with hips sliding down against him. It sent shivers down his back at the firm bulge growing that rubbed shamelessly against him.

His own hardening erection twitching when he felt a wet drop soak into his boxers followed by another. And another. He squirmed with his hips bucking up to thrust against his husband who moaned at him encouragingly with knees digging into the bed with hips rolling downwards in a grind against him. Fuck. It was fucking hot. So hot, so hot, so hot. Grinding up against his husband while he thrusted his fingers slickly into the black-haired man with inner walls clamping down around his fingers tightly.

Clenching tightly despite the ease in which both fingers slipped in and out. The fatigue to those trembling walls. Groaning up at his husband with his tongue moving to rub and slide against his husband's, they twisted together with a huff fanning over his uncomfortably hot cheek. He wanted to clutch the black-haired man closer to him. He wants those nails to claw him up. Fingers tugged sharply at his nipples tearing a keening whine out of him in response.

His chest arching up into his husband's hands instinctively. Loving how those fingers tweaked his nipples idly before giving a sharp twist that had fire ripping over his chest. He let out a huffing breath himself when he undulated his tongue upwards to rub the bottom ball across the top of Shouta's tongue. Something that always seemed to drive the black-haired man wild which got him a whimper from the man with his fingers thrusting into him quickly.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading. He didn't need the preparation, but he found a giddy joy in thrusting his fingers into the black-haired man. In that tight clenching heat that was squeezing him so fucking good. Like that excitement was betraying his squirming husband with hips twitching back as his erection filled out. Dripping drops of pre-come into his boxers; he knew if he wanted to spare them that it would be essential to get them down and off soon.

He squirmed with hips bucking up against his husband again with a low groan slipping out of the both of them in unison. He rubbed his tongue across the top of his husband's tongue when it undulated up to slide over the top of his. God, does he love these types of kisses with his husband. They were hot. He never thought he'd love French kisses this much, but he does. He pressed his lips fervently to his husband's with his hand kneading at the cheek he held in his hand.

Thrusting his fingers into his husband delightedly with that light squelching ringing out in time with each one. Fuck him, he was so hot. Squeezing him so fucking tight with each thrust of his fingers into him as he huffed out through his nose. And his husband ground his erection down against his sent sparks up his back; pleasure pooling into his stomach. It had him gasping through his nose before it flew out of him on a moan as he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's.

Slipping, sliding, flicking. Rubbing, twisting, undulating around one another with swirls that had his toes curling. God, he could kiss him all night like this. He clutched his husband closer with hips rolling down against him before jerking back to meet the thrusts of his fingers when he groaned. Loving the keening moan that spilled out of his husband in response as he rubbed the pads of his fingers along his inner walls firmly.

Twisting his tongue with Shouta's, licking at him lightly with his tongue flicking up at the roof of his mouth had the black-haired man twisting. Whimpering into the kiss. And he happily squeezed at the cheek in his hand when his erection twitched with wet drops soaking into his boxers. Fuck. He could always strip off after this; it's not like they've never slept skin to skin after sex. If they had too, they could toss the sheets into the wash in the morning.

He just had to avoid getting any "liquids" on the bed. He rutted up against his husband with a burst of eagerness when he got a keening moan from the black-haired man who squirmed. Twisted. Hips thrusting back to meet his fingers as he thrusted hem quickly into his husband who moaned down at him so prettily it had his stomach fluttering. His toes curling as his feet pressed into the bed fervently. He bucked his hips up against Shouta again who moaned at him again.

A breathless note to it when he ground himself up against him. Tight circles that were given back to him with the bulge of his erection pressing against his. God, it felt so fucking good. He then thrusted his fingers sharply into his husband once, twice, with that ache twisting into his crotch. His erection throbbing lightly with the ache that twisted into him viciously; ruthlessly. It had him wheezing out a breath with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks.

He flicked his tongue at his husband's playfully before tugging his fingers out of his husband with a slick squelch. The kiss was broken off with his husband lifting himself up with a gasp being had by the both of them. He felt strands of saliva flutter then trail down his chin as he reached down for the waistband of his shorts and boxers. Fingers curling into it then shoving down as his hips arched up from the bed. Wriggling as he got his boxers and shorts down to his thighs.

Freeing his erection with a low groan leaving him at the wash of relief as it came up to tap against his covered stomach. He then pushed gently at his husband who allowed him to sit up as hands grabbed at his tank top. As if he knew. He happily threw his arms up as his husband worked the silky fabric up over his stomach and chest to his head. Fighting with his hair slightly that slipped effortlessly through the neckline of his shirt before it was tugged off.

Shiny, silky fabric being thrown over the edge of the bed with racing breaths being taken with anticipation. Excitement. He really ought to finger his husband more; to make sure he was prepared for late night, spontaneous sex together. Groaning lowly in his throat when fingers drifted along the underside of his erection. He reached out blindly next to them for the condom and lube. Patting frantically until his fingers touched the crinkly wrapper with his fingers.

Lifting it up as lips came down on his once, twice, three times with sharp smacks ringing out as he returned those pecks adoringly. Fingers trailed along the underside of his erection once more with fingers then tugging at a random piercing playfully before tapping the slick head. Pulling away from the kisses, he lifted the condom up to hold with his teeth while he felt out for the lube. His fingers flicking blindly at the tube which slid over the blankets with a whisper.

He groaned in irritation when the hand on his shoulder moved away. Reaching over when the lube was pushed into his hand. He happily took it and squirted a dollop onto fingers before reaching down to smear it over his piercings. Shuddering at the pleasure that pooled into his stomach as his fingers rolled over his piercings. The bars felt faintly under the skin as he groaned again with lips trailing over his cheek.

Lifting his hands up and away from his erection, he used them to hold the condom while he ripped a strip off. Spitting it out, he dipped his fingers into the wrapper where he grabbed the slippery ring then lowered his hands down. Grabbing the wrappers of the condom to place on the bedside table, he then placed the condom against the head of his erection where he rolled it down. Mindful of his piercings, he got the condom down and at the base when he reached out.

To help coaxing his husband's boxers down from his hips to his thighs. Shifting as it was tugged over the stump of his right thigh when he pushed at his husband before he could speak. Rolling again with the black-haired man hitting the bed with a hard bounce that had the springs squeaking lightly from the hit. Reaching down, he helped worked his boxers down past his left knee where his husband shimmied his leg.

That leg flicked out and he just knew his husband was flicking his boxers off over the side of the bed. Thighs spread wide, wide, wide with hands sliding over his biceps where fingers curled as nails dragged over his skin. Leaving burning, throbbing lines behind much to his delight before they dropped down. No doubt holding himself open and he happily planted one hand to the bed while using the other to hold himself away from his stomach.

Angling his hips to press the head of his erection against that twitching hole when it twitched in his grasp. Loving how those hips raised up with hands no doubt holding himself open as he rubbed the head of his erection against that twitching hole giddily. Rolling his hips to grind against it with his husband whining in impatience. Nudging playfully at him with the sound of his husband's foot sliding over the fitted sheet with a rustle.

Continuing to nudge playfully at his husband, he used his hold on himself to move his erection to rub against the black-haired man. It had an answering moan spilling out of the man beneath him when there was a rustle as he squirmed. He could tease this man all night. He could spend the rest of his night teasing him until the sun came up, but he was impatient as well. Eager. Excited. He wants to touch and melt together. He wants to sink into the heat that still warmed his fingers.

He squeezed at the sheet as he rubbed himself against that twitching hole. He wants to fuck this man into the bed while he clawed up his back. And he happily pressed forward against his husband when he felt an answering push of the black-haired man's hips against him when there was a give. A beautiful, slick give that came from the pressure used on both ends and he was sinking. Slipping slickly into his husband who gasped in only for it to fly out on a short cry that rang out with enthusiasm.

With excitement. Ecstasy. He couldn't help a low, trembling moan at his husband as he sank into that heat; clenching tightly around him. Squeezing. Clamping. Hot. Tight. Ohhhhh, it had him moaning at his husband who let out a moan back at him as he sank into him. Bottoming out rather quickly with a light slap of his pelvis against his ass when arms were curling around him. Nails dragging over his shoulder blades to get his back arching as thighs wrapped around his waist.

The heel of his husband's foot resting against his lower back. It had him shuddering with his hips rocking tightly side to side with his husband moving with him as nails dug into his skin. Holding onto him desperately with a whimper leaving his husband when he leaned down to kiss his jaw with his hand sliding along his thigh slickly up to his hip. Squeezing at it as it continued to move in that urgent side to side rock in time with his own hips as thighs squeezed around his waist.

A hard squeeze that had him shuddering with his back arching from the pleasure pooling into his stomach. So hot, hot, hot the heat blazed under his skin like ripping heat that had him gasping in with his hips rocking with that urgency. That eagerness. He ground himself against the black-haired man tightly who moved with him to grind eagerly with hands holding onto him with nails dragging over his skin. Burning lines left behind in thier wake had his back arching again with a moan.

His heart hammering against his chest as he moaned at the lines left behind. More, more, more. He wants this man to rip him apart with his nails; it had him shuddering with his breaths shaking as they flew in and out. Grinding together urgently with his hand holding onto his thigh with a hard squeeze that got him a whine back. He listened to the light squelching of the condom and lube rubbing together with their frantic grinding with his fingers twisting into the fitted sheet.

Shaking, shallow pants being taken by the both of them. The quiet rustle of hair rubbing over the pillow. The quiet brush of his husband's hands sliding over the blunt lines they left behind on his skin. He wanted this man to utterly claw up his back. His upper arms. It had him whining at the thought of walking away with those deep red lines marring his skin. To see them glowing against it when he stumbled into the bathroom in the morning. He wants him to break the skin.

To see the bloody smudges on his skin from the intensity of his clawing. He wants this man to rip into his skin with his blunt nails. There's nothing he wanted more than that. All he fucking needs for it. Rocking his hips in that tight back and forth rhythm with a quiet hum leaving his husband with that note of ecstasy to it. He then felt hips pull back then snap forward in a thrust against his pelvis. And he moaned encouragingly at his husband who pulled his hips back again.

Then his husband snapped them forward with a light hit against his pelvis. Shallow. Snapping. It had him shuddering when his husband pulled his hips back a third time then snapped forward with his hair rustling over the pillow. He happily leaned down to kiss along his husband's throat delightedly. Shuddering when nails dug into his skin with their blunt points that had him arching. Squirming. He wanted nothing more than to fuck this man into the bed, but he'd wait.

Wait, wait, wait. He knew tonight there didn't need to be that long adjustment; not when he'd fucked his husband with his fingers not once but twice. Even if the second time was short lived. He squirmed with his hips moving to rock against his husband each time he was bottoming out again. Taking him so effortlessly it made him want to howl out in delight. He loved it when they didn't have to wait. And clearly his husband did too as his hips continued moving with shaking breaths being taken.

Thighs flexing and tightening around his waist with each snapping movement of his hips as those thrusts were kept shallow. He shuddered with his hips squirming slightly to rock when they snapped against him. He loved how those nails dragged down his back leaving fresh lines behind on his skin to get it breaking out in goosebumps as he moaned down at the black-haired man. Encouraging him onwards as his skin tingled with that heat ripping beneath it with nails clawing along the underside of his skin.

He was so hot. Hands swept up over the burning lines left behind while those hips continued to move with snapping thrust against his pelvis again, again, again. Shallow, snapping thrusts against his pelvis with that light slap of their skin meeting ringing out like shots of sound. It wasn't even that hard yet but God if he didn't love the sound of their skin meeting in the quiet of their room.

The quiet sound of his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of his husband's throat. Loving how his head pressed back into the pillow to offer up his throat to him. It was an action that he could recognize anywhere. One that he was absolutely delighted to feel being done in the darkness. He kissed his husband's throat softly with pecks that had his Adam's Apple bobbing when he swallowed. He nipped at his husband playfully which had that Adam's apple bobbing again much to his delight.

Hips continued to snap against his pelvis. Thighs flexing and tensing around his waist to aid in the movements of his husband's. Letting him set the mood and pace perfectly. It was something he'd always adored letting Shouta dictate when it came to sex. Of course, he knew that his husband adored being able to set the mood, but he knew that some nights he liked it when he took control. He knew his husband loved having his legs shoved up to his knees and fucked into the bed.

Knew Shouta enjoyed it as much as he adored doing it to him. But tonight, he was happy to let his husband set the pace and speed. The strength. Hips moved quickly with an urgency that had his toes curling as he wobbled lightly from the use of a cautious strength that had his hips twitching. Had his panting breaths trembling in his throat on a whimper that tore itself out of him as he kissed at his husband's throat delightedly. Nipping and biting lightly but refusing to do anything harder.

He opened his mouth to press an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his throat where he suckled gently at the skin. Nothing that would leave a mark but just enough stimulation to get his husband moaning beneath him as his back arched beautifully with hips stuttering. They gave one, two clumsy thrusts before resuming their quick and urgent rhythm that had him utterly breathless.

Had him squirming a top the black-haired man whined at him but God if it wasn't the softest sound compared to the whine that ripped out of his throat. A shrill, ear ringing pitch that had his hearing aid protesting the pitch with a wince. He tried his best to choke down that whine. Shuddering when his husband clamped down tightly around him with such strength it had him shuddering. His breaths rasping out of him on a exhale as his fingers twisted into the fitted sheet.

Nails dragging over it with an audible little sound that was caught by the both of them as his hips twitched slightly which had his husband whining encouragingly at him. Nails dragging over his shoulder blades again with a harder press that had him gasping into his husband's throat at the blunt pain spreading over his skin. And God, fuck him if he didn't find it exciting. If it didn't have him twisting down to pin his husband down to the bed.

The black-haired man whimpering with delight as thighs tensed around his waist with their flexing as his husband's hips moved. Snapping against his pelvis again and again relentlessly with that slick squelching ringing out with each shallow thrust his husband gave. And he happily kept him pinned down as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss up beneath his husband's jaw with his hips twitching again with that desire to thrust. To move with his husband.

The rhythm and pace had been set but God if he didn't want to just let the black-haired man move. To let his husband work himself up into a proper frenzy which had him squirming excitedly with his knees digging into the bed. He moaned out when the black-haired man squeezed tightly around his erection with such strength it had his hips bucking before he could stop himself. Jumping in a frenzy of thrusts that had his husband moaning up at him with arms tightening around him.

Holding him down tightly against his chest with the black-haired man writhing beneath him in his limited space. He happily snapped his hips forward without a drop of that hesitation he'd been feeling moments before. Snapping in thrusts against his husband that had the man moaning so prettily, so wantonly, that it kept him moving. Let his burst become the thing that had him moving along with his husband who twisted beneath him.

Thighs squeezing around his waist much like those inner walls clamping down to squeeze tightly around him tearing a moan out of his throat. He snapped his hips quickly with his husband with a clap of skin meeting each time he dove forward. Eager to bury himself in that clenching heat the second he was pulling himself backwards. He gave in to that eagerness without a second thought with his hips snapping forward against his husband who moaned with such a low pitch it sent shivers down his back.

He felt hips snapping against his pelvis with hits that had him shuddering with his fingers clutching at the fitted sheet. He moved the other to slide along that flexing thigh when he noted the dig of his husband's left heel into his lower back jerking him forward. Causing him to dive deeply into the black-haired man the second he pulled away and fuck, he loves it. He absolutely loves it. It had him squirming with that burst of excitement as heat raked beneath the surface of his skin.

Ripping with an intensity that had him gasping as his hands clung to the fitted sheet and his husband's flexing thigh. His hair spilled over his shoulders annoyingly, but he ignored it for the sake of placing kisses over his husband's throat before making his way down to his chest. He felt blind; the darkness was so thick he just barely made out the image of his husband squirming beneath him. His pale skin glowing beneath him faintly in the darkness with hair rustling over the pillow.

He'd give anything to see those black curls spread over the pillow. The way his husband's blush smothered itself over his cheeks and burned a brilliant scarlet in the tips of his ears. Colored his chest softly. How those full lips would part slightly with the rasping pants he could hear deafeningly in the quiet of their bedroom. How those black brows would squeeze together with that light twitch. Black lashes fluttering on red cheeks as his mouth fell open wider on a cry. A moan and groan.

Oh, there's nothing he wants more than that. It had him shuddering with his hips snapping quickly in time with his husband's moving hips with that slap of their skin meeting ringing out like a shot in the quiet. The lube squelching together with each thrust given eagerly. The rasping pants taken by the both of them that raced with excitement. Anticipation. The moans that spilled out of his husband so wantonly that it had his blood ripping ablaze.

Had him gasping in as he snapped his hips to hit against the black-haired man with the same strength he was giving him. Causing him to wobble on his knees. He'd give this man everything he wanted from him. Absolutely everything. If he wanted Nezu to chew him out tomorrow about his limp, then he'd do it. He'd be there to pick up the pieces and comfort his husband even if he knew that the idea mortified Shouta. He knew it was just horny ramblings, and he could understand them, but he'd keep from going too hard.

From pounding him the way he clearly wanted but he didn't want this to feel like a quickie. He suckled gently on his spot as he nibbled at the skin with his husband squirming beneath him eagerly with a whimper. Nails dug into his back before dragging down, down, down leaving behind burning lines that throbbed. And fuck, it had him moaning deafeningly into his husband's throat with a burst of volume at the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach. Harder.

Harder, harder, harder he wants this man to claw up his back. He wants those nails to dig into his skin and rip him open. He wants Shouta to tear him apart with his nails. He wants his back to burn tomorrow. It had him whining shrilly at the thought with his husband moaning as his hips snapped against his pelvis. Fuck, he was so hard. He could feel his husband's erection sandwiched between their stomachs as it dripped pre-come shamelessly causing a slick mess between them.

Throbbing lightly. Groaning with his hips moving quickly in order to keep up with his husband, he slid his hand along his thigh then slid it up to his moving hip to squeeze at it. Rubbing his thumb along the edge of the delicate bone with his hand squeezing at his husband earning himself a needy whimper from his husband. Nail dragging over his back towards his sides which had tingles racing under his skin in waves that pooled into his stomach.

It had him gasping when nails raked up his sides with a hard dig into his skin that had him crying out before he could stop it. A brilliant burst of sound that had him flinching with his husband at the feedback from his hearing aid. The guilt at the slight activation of his quirk. He knew his husband couldn't cancel it out properly; not with his ruined right eye. It was merely a reminder that his husband didn't have full power or effectiveness to his quirk.

Something he didn't want when they were having sex. He bit that cry back when nails raked down his sides to which he pinched his lips together with a low moan in his throat as his hips jumped in a frantic frenzy to slam himself into the clenching heat. It was clamping down so tightly around him it threatened to have him drooling. To have his eyes rolling back on him if he wasn't careful. He snapped his hips frantically to dive into the black-haired man again and again

his hand tightening on the black-haired man's hip causing it to stutter slightly before slamming against his pelvis when arms were curling around him again. A hand pressing to his shoulder the other to the center of his back. And then nails were raking down his back tearing another cry out of him that he tried in vain to muffle into his husband's chest. His hips jerked fast, fast, fast when he began to lengthen his pull back.

Jerking his hips backwards further than that shallow depth then snapping forward with his husband moaning delightedly below him. Fuck, this man knew how to rile him up, didn't he? When he'd asked to try clawing him up, he knew his husband would do it with no further questions for him. He shuddered when nails dragged down his back leaving behind burning lines from those blunt nails. It had fire racing over his skin with his nerve endings screaming at the continuous actions to the same areas.

But he ignored it. Happily ignored it when hands slid over his burning back to claw at his sides again much to his delight. He could feel his husband lengthening his pull back to mirror his own with hips swinging forward eagerly to meet in the middle. It had him moaning when inner walls spasmed and clenched tightly around him with a strength that had his hips moving eagerly. He could feel the hair swaying over his shoulders with that vigorous movement as he kissed down his husband's chest.

Moving blindly when his chin hit a hardened nipple. Bingo! He happily opened his mouth and used the tip of his tongue to roll in a circle over his husband's areola when he felt his chest arching up with nails digging into his sides. A hitching gasp being taken above him when he flicked his tongue at that hardened nipple delightedly with nails clawing at him. Just above his waist where thighs squirmed restlessly with rubs against it as his hands flew up to grab at his upper arms tightly.

Nails biting into his skin. Clawing at him when he flicked at his nipple again before lapping his tongue over it earning himself a shuddering exhale from his husband. Burning lines being clawed into his upper arms before hands were sliding up to his shoulders when he let out a moan at the thought. At the idea of his shoulders being clawed up much like his burning back. Oh, please, please! He could hardly breathe around the excitement at the thought.

At the mere idea that his husband was going to leave no part of him untouched. Without claw marks. The idea that those blunt nails were going to tear him apart was an exciting thought that had his hips moving faster. Faster, faster, faster to give his husband exactly what he wants from him without him needing to breathe a damn word to him. Harder. The sharp clap of their skin meeting again and again was deafening with that slick squelching punctuating each thrust.

He giddily dragged his hips backwards at his new draw back depth before snapping his hips forward in a slam that had his husband moaning. Squirming beneath him with nails clawing at his shoulders with the rustle of his head turning on the pillow ringing out. He lapped his tongue over his nipple again before closing his mouth around it with his teeth digging into the rim of his areola. Dragging over it as he swirled his tongue around that hardened nipple before closing his lips and teeth around it to nibble.

Suckle. He swirled his tongue against his nipple again as he sucked it into his mouth while he squeezed at his husband's hip before planting that hand to the bed. Lifting the other from the bed, he began to toy with his husband's left nipple. Flicking his fingers over the hardened thing playfully. Bringing his fingers together to pinch at his nipple tightly with a tug had a cry spilling out of his husband who arched his chest up.

Pushing against his mouth and hand as he tweaked his nipple in twists that had the black-haired man gasping. Twisting. It had him shuddering with a giddy joy twisting into his chest as he continued to suckle at his nipple. Nibbling with his teeth before swirling his tongue around it; flicking at it playfully while tugging at the other nipple with that idle twisting. Something that had his husband moaning out delightedly at him with hips moving with him.

Hard hits to his pelvis that he fucking adores as that clammy sweat began to break out over his skin. A thin sheen that had their slaps coming crisply. Sweat pricked at the back of his neck, at his forehead, which he happily ignored with his hips moving to slam forward against his husband. Diving into that clenching hit with a sense of that giddy joy when he tugged at his nipple with his teeth. His fingers. Loving the shrill, keening moan it got him from his husband as he sucked fervently at his nipple.

Popping off to which he flicked his tongue at it. Kissing softly at the hardened thing before tugging at his left nipple again with a harsh pinch that had his husband jolting beneath him. Slamming his hips forward giddily, eagerly, with his thighs tensing slightly as his hair swayed against his back. Spilling forward over his shoulders as he lapped his tongue over his husband's wet nipple. Moaning into his chest when those inner walls spasmed before clenching tightly around him.

Squeezing him for all his damn worth it seemed as his back arched when nails raked over his shoulders before sliding backwards to claw at his upper back. Leaving burning, stinging lines behind in their way much to his delight as his breaths hitched. Panting shallowly with racing hitches that scraped down his throat only to rasp out of him. God, he's never wanted someone as much as he wants Shouta. There had never been another for him; it was a cliché thought but it had always been Shouta.

The black-haired man had always been his first choice, and he was happy to say it out loud. Proud. Even if it got him an eye roll from his husband, it was the truth. Something he'd happily known since the beginning back in their high school days. From the first time they had sex, he'd always wanted him. Always needed him like this. He didn't know how he lived without it. How he went without it. He could fuck this man every damn day of the week and he'd still be hungry for more.

Still hungry for another shot. Another chance to touch him. To merely be with his husband like this was all he ever wanted the chance to have. Lengthening his draw back, he threw himself into those long, sleek thrusts that always had his husband writhing. Always had him moaning the way that he was beneath him with his head no doubt tossing itself back into the pillow. What he'd give to see him right now. What a sexy sight it would be to see his husband hanging on by tethers.

By mere hopes. It had his hips moving to slam himself into the heat of his hole. Loving the way his husband twisted and writhed beneath him when he nipped sharply at that wet nipple earning himself nails dragging over his upper back. Blunt, burning lines left behind due to the clammy sheen of sweat on his skin and he was burning up. Hot, hot, hot. He was burning up whether he liked it or not. Slamming himself into his husband, he moaned when he felt the answering strength of his husband's hips striking against his pelvis.

Moving with him as they met in the middle with that deafening slap of skin on skin. He could feel his boxers and shorts bunched up around his knees as they dug into the bed. Leaning onto his hand as the bed dipped when he slid it up further for a better braced position above his husband as he kissed his chest. Black curls tickling his nose and lips. Cheeks. He always adored how hairy his husband was. Admiring the wild curls covering his arms, chest and legs along with his pelvis had always been amazing.

Always left him with a much more manly appearance to himself. Not to mention how muscular he was. It would be easy for one to assume that Shouta was the top in their relationship and he the bottom. After all, the media perpetuated thin, lean men as bottoms in most manga's that he'd seen. However, the truth couldn't be farther from the assumptions of the public. Here this muscular man was sprawled out beneath him with thighs wrapped around his waist as he fucked him.

There was a stark difference, and he adores that. Slamming his hips forward in a frenzy of sleek, long thrusts had his husband moaning with that wanton pitch. A desperate sound with nails clawing up his upper back towards his shoulders. It had him shuddering at the long, blunt lines clawed into his skin. He couldn't wait to stumble into the bathroom and see the marks his husband left behind. He can't fucking wait. What he'd give to have the lights on now to see the red lines on his biceps.

His shoulders. But no. No, no, no there was something so exciting about not being able to see them yet. Something exciting about not being able to make out his husband squirming and twisting beneath him. Gasping. Moaning. It had was an exciting thing that had his blood running hot through his veins leaving him boiling. It was so hot. God, he felt ready to combust into flames. To melt away into a puddle on top of this man who was squirming with hips hitting against his pelvis harder.

Hits that had him wobbling on his knees when he began to slam his hips forward to mimic the strength his husband was using. Long, sleek thrusts that had inner walls clamping down tightly around him with nails biting into his shoulders. Clawing at him in the attempt to twist him closer. It had him moaning down at his husband who merely moaned back in that ecstatic, wanton way of his. A sound that rang with desperate desire that he found himself mirroring with a moan of his own as he slammed his hips forward.

Chasing after the pleasure that was pooling into his stomach like a consistent river. A gushing warmth that had him gasping with his hips jumping frantically with the black-haired man moving beneath him. Trying to meet him thrust for thrust as he tried to keep himself from pounding into his husband. He knew Shouta would find it hot now but tomorrow morning he would be chewing him out if he had even the slightest limp to his walk. It was something that was hot in theory but not in reality.

Slamming his hips forward with that slick squelching ringing out to punctuate each thrust. The slap of their skin spurring him onwards to keep going, going, going. The pull of those inner walls around him keeping him flying forward eagerly to chase after the pleasure that was pooling into him. God, it was so easy to chase after that pleasure with his husband chasing it down with him. Both moving desperately with hips slamming together as nails dragged down his shoulders to his upper arms.

Clutching at him fervently when he jerked his hips backwards then angled his hips with a squirm before slamming back in. And ohhhh, it had his husband crying out as he jerked beneath him with thighs tightening around his waist. Nails clawing harder at his upper arms with hands trembling lightly as the black-haired man clung onto him. Holding onto him desperately with another shout leaving the black-haired man when he thrusted into him again with a hard slam that had his husband jerking.

Jolting. He giddily threw himself into his slamming speed as he made sure to keep the angle perfectly with his husband jerking and jolting beneath him. Arching up with gasps leaving him as nails bit into his skin with trembling hands holding onto him with hips moving to slam against his pelvis. And his skin was burning. He had not a clue if his husband had been able to cut him open or not but those lines on his shoulders and back, his sides, were burning.

His skin was ripped with a heat that razed into him viciously leaving him gasping himself as he slammed into his husband again and again. Compulsive. Helpless. He couldn't stop himself. Not now. He was far too in over his head with his husband squirming beneath him with jerks and jolts running over him leaving him helpless beneath him. He slammed himself into Shouta again and again with that sharp clap of their clammy skin meeting ringing out like shots in the quiet.

Thighs trembled around his waist where they flexed and tensed with the black-haired man moaning with a burst of volume that had him shuddering. Had him clinging to the black-haired man with his fingers tugging at his nipple with a sharp pinch causing the man to cry out. God, he can't get enough of Shouta. He'd never get enough of him. There wasn't enough time in the day or night to get his fill of this beautiful, amazing man who wanted him just as much.

Wanted him just as badly. It was a rather charming, aweing sensation knowing this man wanted and needed him with the same intensity. The same fervor. Slamming himself into the black-haired man desperately with a whimper in his throat as he kissed at that wet nipple. Crawling his lips upwards towards his husband's throat when he felt his head shifting. Pressing back into the pillow no doubt as he began to kiss at his throat again with his hands sliding from his nipple down his side.

He then shifted slightly to wedge his hand between their stomachs. Trailing his fingers slickly along the underside of his husband's twitching erection when a whimper burst out of the man. A shrill burst of sound that had him shuddering as he slammed himself into the heat of his hole again and again. Tight. So fucking tight. He'd fucked him good with his fingers earlier and yet he was still so tight around him it had him threatening to drool.

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his husband's throat as he wrapped his hand around his husband's erection which throbbed lightly. Twitching in his grasp. What a mess his husband was making on their stomachs with his dripping pre-come. It had him shuddering with his hips jumping frantically, frenziedly, into the black-haired man who was twisting beneath him with airy gasps being taken as he tightened around him. Squeezing around him so fucking hard he felt ready to come.

Ohhh, he was if he kept this up. It had him moaning down at his husband who moaned back at him with increasing volume when he felt those inner walls clenching him tightly. So tight. It had him slamming forward with that hesitant strength as his husband whimpered. And giddily, he began to stroke his husband's erection in time with their quickly moving hips. With their thrusts. He could feel his husband thrust up into his hand shamelessly each time he bottomed out against his pelvis.

Thrusting into his hand leaving him shuddering with his heart thudding against his chest sickeningly. He hated the idea of coming so soon but God, he could feel the fluttering in his stomach. Pulling together into a tight knot in his lower stomach that had him slamming harder into his husband. Diving back into the man the second he pulled back with that eagerness keeping him moving. Keeping him going. It had him compulsively chasing after that pleasure.

Diving into that heat eagerly to chase after the spark twisting into his lower stomach as his husband panted beneath him. Damn near mewling in his whines and whimpers to keep him going. He was burning. Melting. Drowning. He was going to burn up if he wasn't careful. Shouta couldn't be that far behind. Not with the way he was tightening around him with squeezes that had his toes curling tightly. His lips pressing to his throat to muffle the louder moans tearing out of him.

God, there was something so fucking good about this that he couldn't stop himself from chasing it down. Stop himself from racing after the pleasure that was pooling into him like a magma that had him panting through his nose. Fuck, it was so good! He ought to have late night quickies with his husband more often. God, it was so good! His husband felt perfect beneath him. Everything about the black-haired man was perfect, perfect, perfect to him.

From the way his hips stuck fiercely against his pelvis to the way his inner walls clamped down tightly around him. Down to the way he squirmed and twisted beneath him in eager bursts and jolts when his prostate was hit at. There was something so perfect about the way he smelled. How his skin tasted when he opened his mouth to press another of those gentle open mouthed kisses to his skin. He tasted the salt of his clammy sweat. It had him moaning into his throat as he nibbled at the skin.

Mouthing at his husband while he suckled gently at the skin had the black-haired man moaning beneath him. Growing louder, louder, louder. He knew his husband was getting close. Hell, he was getting close himself. It had him shuddering with his back arching slightly when nails were dragging over his shoulders once again. Clawing at him with hands pulling him down tighter against the black-haired man. He happily pinned his husband down to the bed while thighs continued to tense and flex around his waist.

Rubbing against it restlessly with the heel of his foot digging into his lower back each time he flew forward back into that clenching heat. There's nothing he wants more than to fuck this man all night. Give him everything he wants and more from him. That spark in his lower stomach tightened; clawing up that mountain was easy work. Panting raggedly with that sharp pressure doing nothing but mounting in his lower stomach as he slammed into his husband.

Helpless against that howling voice that insisted he bury himself to the hilt inside of the black-haired man the second he pulled back. To chase after the pleasure that was pooling into his stomach consistently. Constantly. It was driving him insane. He huffed into his pocket he made against his husband's throat with a keening moan spilling out of him when inner walls clamped down tightly around him. Squeezing him for all their worth it seemed with a throb that was so good.

As if his inner walls were trying to coax him into coming. As if the breathless, airy chanting of his name leaving the black-haired man wasn't doing it for him. Ohhhh, listening to the alternating chant of his husband breathlessly crying out was something that turned him on like nothing else. Listening to the slurred shout of 'yes, yes, yes! There!' spilling out of his husband alternating with the mewled whimpers of Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi!

Oh, oh, it was so much hotter than any slurred dirty talk. It told him his husband couldn't think about something dirty to say. When his husband babbled to himself the way that he was with nails dragging over his shoulders told him he was doing something right for the black-haired man who continued his breathless, slurred shouting of his chanted words with thighs tightening around his waist. Rubbing restlessly. And God, he couldn't stop himself from moaning out his husband's name into his throat.

Couldn't stop himself from chanting it out loud. A breathless string of Shouta, Shouta, Shouta leaving himself in that low, husky pitch that had him awed that his voice could get that low. God, it had his world shrinking into a fiery, boiling spot and he fucking loves it. Loves the pounding hips moving together to move faster, faster, faster. Slamming, thrusting, hitting at that prostate the best that he could while his husband cried out beneath him.

The hands grabbing at him that trembled with nails raking over his burning skin with claw marks had him moaning at his husband. Fast, fast, fast. Hard, hard, hard. His husband was damn near mewling beneath him with inner walls clamping so tightly around him leaving him gasping. Moaning. He was clawing up, up, up that metaphorical mountain with his back arching slightly as his lashes trembled on his cheeks. He knew his husband was right there with him with the way that his thighs trembled around his waist.

How he clutched him closer. And God help him, he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to stop himself. Pounding into his husband with hard thrusts as a quiet grunt left himself. Grunting under his breath with his husband whining below him with his throat bearing itself to him shamelessly as inner walls clenched tight. He was charging forward with that pleasure pooling into his stomach as he stroked his husband faster, faster, faster.

His erection throbbing in his hand as he pounded into that clenching heat that was so damn tight he felt ready to howl out. Thighs were squirming restlessly around his waist with his husband gasping airily with hands clutching at him. Clawing at his shoulders. And the burning lines with his husband stiffening beneath him with a gasp that then flew out on a shout of his name. Like he was a king. A god. An angel he needed mercy from.

His husband was shouting his name over and over and over as his inner walls clamped down harder than anything. Throbs that pulled at him leaving him shouting into his throat. And he was tumbling. Done, done, done. He was done. His shaking thighs tensed up with tingles racing up them where they exploded into his stomach in an intensity filled orgasm. It had him pinching his lips together as he muffled his cry into his husband's throat as he stiffened up.

Shaking with his stiff set as his eyes rolling back on him behind fluttering eyelids. Pulsing. Throbbing. Hot, hot, hot. White-hot waves slammed over him leaving him rocking his hips desperately against his squirming husband who was stiff beneath him. Come splattering onto his skin, smearing between them, as his erection pulsed in his grasp. Inner walls clamped down tight around him. It was heaven. It was amazing. And it was agonizing the grip that white-hot heat had on him.

Ohhhhh, it was everything. It was fucking amazing. He shuddered at the tight grip of those inner walls around his erection throbbing around him. Pulling at him as if convincing his erection to give another pulsing throb. Another spurt of come into him. Milking him of every damn drop he had in him with his thighs shaking. It was fucking glorious. He kneaded at the throbbing erection in his grasp as it twitched with the spurts leaving his husband frantically with a whimper leaving the black-haired man.

Squirming. Twisting. Hot, hot, hot. A small bead of sweat streaked down his cheek when his husband shuddered beneath him before slumping into the bed. Hips thrusting weakly into his hand as he rode out his orgasm. And he found himself letting out a shuddering breath leaving him as he slumped forward with that white-hot heat racing out of him. Raking its claws beneath the surface of his skin while it did so when he let out another shuddering sigh.

He released his hold on his husband's erection as it twitched weakly, and he tugged his hips backwards. His erection throbbing erratically with weak twitches of its own when his husband whimpered pleadingly at him. He slipped out with a vulgar squelch that had his husband twisting beneath him when he slipped free. He then tapped at his husband's thigh to which they uncurled from around his waist allowing him to roll off of the black-haired man onto his back.

He reached down to tug the condom off of himself where he began to tug at the slick rubber off of himself. Lifting it up with a squelch when he began to do his best to tie it off. He squirmed to the edge of the bed where he turned the light on. Shouta whined at the burst of light when he tossed the filled condom into the small trash bin, and he tugged the drawer open for the wipes. He began to clean himself up quickly before then turning to his husband with wipes in hand.

His husband's head turned slightly with that dark eye squinting against the soft lighting of their lamp as he crawled over and tugged a wipe out of the pack. Then another. He used the first to gently wipe and scoop the come off of his stomach. Awed at the few splatters that had reached just below his husband's chest. He then used the second wipe to scrub his skin gently with suds forming under his fingers. He smiled softly at the touch of fingertips to his hot cheek when his husband raised his head up.

Turning his head, he kissed at his husband's fingers before turning away to crawl to the edge of the bed where he grabbed the wrapper of the condom on the bedside table and tossed the wipes away. He then turned to grab the lube; staring down at the tube speculatively then to the box of condoms. He then drizzled lube over his softening erection to which he then capped the lube as he turned to his husband who watched him curiously as he stroked himself. And Shouta caught on.

It was something he saw when that sparkle appeared in those mismatched eyes as his husband sucked in a breath before sitting up on his arm. Like a light had been flicked on quickly as his husband caught on. And God, he was so fucking lovely. The way those black curls were rumpled from the rub against the pillow. The deep blush smothered over his cheeks with sweat glistening on them and his forehead causing thin strands to cling to his skin.

His body shimmered with a light sheen of sweat making it appear like a pearl. A beautiful pale hue that shimmered subtly that had mesmerized him. Full lips parting with those dark eyes watching his hand before squirming closer as his dick softened against his thighs with a twitch. He then lifted his hand up to turn the light off, unfortunately cutting off that beautiful sight of his husband when he shifted onto the bed. Crawling over to his husband who made quick work to meet him in the middle.

Arms curling around his shoulders that burned at the touch. God, his husband had really gone to town clawing him up, huh? He hadn't thought to look down at his husband's claw marks but there'd be time in the morning. His husband's right thigh lifted up to curl around his waist again as he grabbed his soft dick that twitched in his grasp. A hand grabbing at a cheek while he angled himself up, he pressed the head of his dick against his husband insistently.

A consistent nudge before he was slipping with little resistance. His husband whimpered at him encouragingly as that arm around his shoulder tightened as he slipped slowly into his husband. Gently. Mindful of his piercings that popped in over the rim of his hole. A weak moan leaving the black-haired man as he pushed into him. And once his pelvis was pressing against him again, the man's right arm was curling around his shoulders.

Lips pressing to his cheek softly in pecks that had him smiling as the euphoria swirling into him leaving him blissful. Delighted. He happily curled himself into his husband's arms as lips began to flutter over his cheeks up to his freckles. The bridge of his nose. The tip of it. His jaw. His forehead. The arch of his brow. He happily threw himself into mirroring those spots on his husband's red face. Fingers began to tug gently at his hair with his arms curling around his husband's waist.

He adored this man. Adored him so fucking much it ached in his chest. Tightening his arms around his husband with their chests pressing together and hips pressed tightly to his ass with the heat of his husband wrapped around his flaccid dick was amazing. A bit sensitive but he didn't mind it. The soft smack and brush of lips moving over faces was deafening in the darkness with racing pants being taken by the both of them as he held Shouta close.

God, he wished there was closer, but he knew there was no helping that; he was inside of him again and there was only so close. He was the closest he could be to his husband. He squirmed with a giggle when his husband's nose was then nuzzling itself to his delightedly to which he nuzzled back. An adoring, gentle back and forth together before he pulled back to kiss the tip of his husband's nose adoringly.

Sliding his hands along his husband's back with gentle circles being rolled into his sweaty skin while lips moved restlessly over cheeks. Jaws. He kissed his ruined eyelid, forcing it to close as he held Shouta tightly. He could never fully express how much he loves this man. How much he adores him. There were no number of words to express it. He'd never find the right words for it, but he would always show it. Always make sure that his husband felt loved and adored. Felt cherished.

It was his one wish; that his husband felt loved. That he knew how deeply his love ran for his husband. He clutched him impossibly close with hands running over his hair in caresses that had him melting as he nuzzled his lips and nose into his husband's hot cheek which got him a breathless laugh from the black-haired man when he pulled back to kiss at the side of his nose adoringly. Loving the way he could feel it scrunch up slightly much to his delight. God, it was always so cute! ⭐

"I-I love you so m-mmmmuch, baby, you know that?" He murmured into his husband's cheek which got him a kiss from the black-haired man when he felt the smile curling on those full lips. Nuzzling at him with that scratchy cheek rubbing to his adoringly. He squeezed his arms around his husband as he kissed at his jaw softly. "I love yo-you so, so mu-much, baby! I bet yo-you're happier than fucking anything, ar-aren't you?"

"I'm euphoric! Ha-Happier than fuckin an-anything like you just said!" Breathless. Husky. It sent shivers down his back when inner walls fluttered weakly around his dick which had him whining lightly when he kissed at his husband's jaw again when arms tightened around him. Hands sliding over his hair adoringly when he got a flurry of kisses to his cheeks. The bridge of his nose before his husband's forehead rested against his. "But I lo-love you just as much, Zashi! I lo-love you so fucking much but we ne-need to sleep."

"You ge-get all the sleep you-you need, baby!" He nuzzled his forehead to Shouta's slickly due to the sweat there, but he didn't mind it whatsoever. He tightened his arms around his husband again which got him a quiet, shaky grunt but he didn't slacken his arms. Instead, he ran his hands up and down his husband's back again; just the way he liked when he wanted to sleep. He then hummed softly at the black-haired man who squirmed slightly before settling down. "Go-Goodnight, Sho!"

"Good-Goodnight, Zashi."