"So let me get this right, okay?"
"Okay! Go right ahead, baby!"
"You want us to sit down and watch the videos that we made together then have sex afterwards? Or even while it's still playing?"
"Yup!"
"And you want to do this tonight? You want to seriously sit down and do this now?"
"Indeed, I do, baby!"
"Why?"
Hizashi bounced idly on his toes as his husband squinted at him from the couch with that dark eye glittering at him with confusion. The emotion pinching at his face was absolutely adorable as he bounced up on his toes with his ponytail swaying against his back with the motion of his bouncing. "Because I think it'd be hot? Sort of like a blast from the past! Remember the very first thing we did of our first challenge? When we watched the porn together and we ended up fucking?"
"Of course I remember that. It'd be hard to forget your husband asking you to watch porn with him, watch him shamelessly touch himself, and then get my brains fucked out directly afterwards. It was a pretty surreal thing that I've not forgotten about." Shouta's tone was dryer than anything but he hardly let it bother him when the black-haired man placed his Kindle in his lap with his brows squeezing together. "And you want to repeat this but instead of random videos on Pornhub-"
"We'd be using our own videos! You've got the gist of it!" He bounced on his toes before dropping down onto his heels as he dragged his teeth over his lip. He could see the skepticism in his husband but he shuffled forward to sit down on the couch next to him with his hands reaching out to touch his husband's knees. "I know it sounds weird, in theory, and maybe it is! Maybe it is weird but I would love nothing more than to do this with you, baby! I want to do this with you!"
"What is this even called again? I feel like you told me but I'm just- I'm trying to wrap my head around why in the world you want to do this in the first place that I can't remember if you said it this has a name or not off of the list." His husband's tone was dry yet resigned; as if he were giving in already. As if it was inevitable to fight against it. But if Shouta didn't want to do this then he didn't have too; he swore it. If this was too weird then he'd give up the idea all together.
He'd never make Shouta feel pressured into something. He'd never choose something that backed his husband into a corner. The last thing he wanted was for Shouta to feel like he didn't have a choice in this. If his husband vetoed this then that would be that. "It's called mixophilia! It's a kink related to watching yourself having sex whether that's with pre-recorded sex of us or in mirrors! But we've already fucked in front of a mirror so I thought maybe using our videos would work! What do you think of it, baby?"
He watched full lips purse together in a line briefly with black brows squeezing tightly together as his gaze flickered away from. Thoughtful. He'd recognize that expression anywhere and he had to be the least bit thankful that his husband was at least thinking about it. That he wasn't blindly agreeing to it. And then those eyes came back to him; a soft cloudy gray and brilliant black. "If this is what you really wanna do then I'm not going to sit here and go back and forth on semantics of it. I can live with watching a few of our videos."
"You mean it? I mean, if it's too embarrassing, we don't gotta! I would love to do it but so long as you're comfortable with it, baby!" He leaned forward then with his hands squeezing his husband's thighs as they slid upwards with the black-haired man smiling softly at him when he tilted his head. "If you don't want to do this then please just tell me rather than saying that! It sounds like you don't have a choice and you do! You have a choice, baby, and I want you to use it! I don't want you to just go along with it!"
"Hizashi, love, you are worrying over something we haven't done yet. I'm not doing it just because you asked and I'm not doing it because I have no choice; I'm doing this because I want to try something new with you. Like I said, I can live with watching a few of our videos together and whatever happens will happen, love." He paused then grinned at him wickedly with a sparkle to that dark eye. "But I do appreciate you giving me an out. But this'll be better than watching Blonde Bimbo's Outdoor Party or Blonde Slut Gets Brains Fucked Out."
"I can't believe that you remember the titles of those videos! There's no way it left that much of an impression on you!" He couldn't stop himself from grinning at his husband who threw his head back with a barking laugh that had his heart jumping in his chest when he squeezed his husband's thighs gently as heat tickled across his cheeks when those sparkling eyes came back to him. "You have a damn good memory, baby! I wonder what other things that little brain of yours has hidden that you remember better than me!"
"We can speculate about it later, love. Now, I suggest we go and get cracking at those videos, why don't we? It's going to be mortifying watching ourselves on the screen as is, I can only imagine the creative names you came up with for said videos." His husband rolled his eyes affectionately then; black lashes fluttering was like a gut punch to him when his husband slid off of the couch with the kindle in hand. His right stretching out towards him with fingers curling as if to beckon him. "Let's go, love, yeah?"
"And you're one hundred percent certain about this? No hesitation? No reservations? You're really one hundred percent all in on this idea of mine? No second thoughts?" He questioned as he slid his hand into Shouta's with the black-haired man rolling his eyes again yet the scoff that left his lips had him squeezing his hand. "I'm not asking to be a pain in the ass, you know that. I'm asking to make sure you're comfortable with doing this. You're comfort and pleasure are always important. Always number one."
"I am one hundred percent certain that I am sure I want to do this silly little thing with you. I have no hang ups, no reservations, no hesitation, and no second thoughts. Love, if I thought I couldn't handle watching us fuck on screen I'd tell you, wouldn't I? You've helped me a lot with that and surely if I didn't want to do this, I could put my foot down but I'm not. I appreciate you checking in with my comfort but I can assure you that I can do this with you, alright? So stop letting that fussy head get in the way of what you want."
"You're the one with a fussy head half the time, baby!" He retorted as they began to make their way between the couch and the coffee table carefully with his husband snorting as the hand in his squeezed gently. Fingers sliding in between his when they began to walk towards the living room entrance as he reached out with his free hand to turn the lights off. Turning to his husband in the dark lighting, he got a gentle squeeze back. "Just know that you can tell me to stop any moment. Any time. No anger or upset feelings."
"I know, love. I know and I can handle this much, now, can't I? If I can watch porn with you the very first time then I can handle watching a few homemade videos." The hand in his squeezed again when an amused smile curled over those full lips as mismatched eyes sparkled at him. It had his heart fluttering in his chest when the black-haired man then tugged on his hand as he stepped forward. "Now let's get in there and watch a raunchy video or two of ours, yeah?"
Smiling at his husband, he nodded when he felt the hand in his tightening to which he squeezed back. He moved his thumb against the back of Shouta's hand gently. He then let the black-haired man tug him forward to the entrance of the living room, his hand reaching out to flick the lights off plunging the room into darkness. The thud of his husband's metallic foot on the floor was deafening as they made their way down the hallway.
He pulled his hand from Shouta's to wrap his arm around his waist. Tugging him close to his side when he leaned in to kiss at his cheek which had it raising up with that wide smile of his. Delighted. An arm reached up to curl around his shoulders with fingers drifting over the shell of his ear. The side of his face. It was a casual, gentle touch that had him melting as they walked down the hallway side by side. It had been so easy recently to make Shouta happy.
Whether that was cuddling together on the couch while he watched TikTok and his husband read or if it was letting Shouta sleep on his chest for his afternoon nap. Letting the black-haired man play with his hair as h braided and unbraided it. Curled it around his fingers. Or when he was nuzzling him with his arm wrapped tightly around him while they settled in for the night. It was easy to get that smile curling over his full lips and put a sparkle to that dark left eye of his.
Ever since their romp with auralism last week, his husband was over the moon with a glow that he adored. The color in his cheeks, the sparkle to his mismatched eyes, the smile that curled over his lips? The pillow talk that had followed both romps; one night without music and the next with music. Both tender. Both sweet. And Shouta had been over the moon; hell, he'd also been over the moon. There was a pep to his step that he couldn't hide throughout the day.
Or the way his husband smiled effortlessly. There was something so amazing about being able to cross off another option on their list. Another choice that would impact their sex life to make it all the better. Just like the first and second challenges of theirs. There's nothing he loves more than knowing that with each choice they were uncovering something new about one another. That they were discovering more about each other sexually than they'd initially thought.
That they were discovering new interests and likes that hadn't been there before. It was absolutely a thrill seeing the excitement sparkling in those mismatched eyes of his husband's when they were introducing something new into the bedroom. He'd always had the feeling that his husband had a thing for auralism. The black-haired man always got off hardest when there was no music. When they were listening to those rather lewd, raw sounds that they made.
He finally had a name to put to the interest and he was happy about it. There was something so damn delightful about learning something new about his husband with each challenge. Something so delightful in feeling and seeing their sex lives changing to fit these interests of theirs. He wished he'd thought years ago to introduce something like this but he knew it would have spooked his husband away. At least he knew how much Shouta adored their challenge.
How much he loved doing these type of things together. There was nothing he adored more than being able to indulge in the changes of their sex life like this. There was nothing he adored more than knowing that it would impact their sex life. That it would only add to everything. That it would only make things better. Knowing that his husband was just as eager to continue down this challenge with him made it funner.
Made him all the more eager to find some way to spice up their sex life together. He wanted nothing more than to fly through this challenge in the blink of an eye. There was so much that he wanted to do that it left him jittery. Excited. And with the weather steadily warming up with showers washing the snow away? Well, it merely brought up all the more chances to do more things together. Put him in a better mood when the air was dry as it could be for the middle of March.
It had his blood electrified through his veins. There was nothing he wanted more than to simply have fun with his husband when it came to this challenge. That was what mattered the most; that the two of them were having fun discovering all these new things together. There had never been anything but the desire to show his husband the possibilities. To broaden their horizons when it came to sex. That was all he'd ever wanted from the black-haired man.
And, much to his delight, his husband seemed to love these challenges of his. Shouta seemed to thrive on trying new things together and there was nothing he loved more than that. Nothing he adored more than knowing that his husband wanted to explore these things with him no matter how risky or controversial. There was nothing he wanted more than to somehow discover more with his husband. Nothing he wanted more than to put that brilliant, warm smile on his lips.
To see his lips flush with that shyness that often times reared its head. There was something so amazing about knowing that no matter what he chose, his husband was willing to try it. Willing to do one thing at least once before he threw in the towel on it. Everything so far had gone over smoothly with his husband. Had been something worth exploring and learning together. If anything, he swore that their romp with auralism had been a bit of a change.
Something that showed them how key the sounds were in their sex. When they made love. And there was nothing more exciting than that. To explore these new things together were something he wanted to continue doing. Long after this challenge was over, he wanted to continue learning more about his husband. Surely, they could continue doing that long after the challenge was over, couldn't they? It didn't have to be a fourth challenge.
He was sure he could simply come to his husband with an idea in mind and ask him to do it. He was certain that their communication was so damn good that they could do that much, couldn't they? They'd gotten even better at their open communication somehow and he wanted nothing more than to build on it. To keep strengthening it however they possibly could. It was all he wanted; to be a strong couple with that strong, open communication.
Something he was hoping that his children would pick up on. That they would also be good with that open communication. There was no amount of time that would be enough to work on their communication. To continue working on their sex life. He'd do whatever it took to make sure that his husband was always fulfilled sexually. He would leave the man wanting for nothing if he had his way. And he refused to let his husband even think of being dissatisfied with something in their sex life.
He was going to make sure that he took care of his husband's needs anyway that he possibly could. He felt the arm tightening around his shoulder gently, tugging him from his thoughts, when he tightened his own arm around Shouta's waist. Holding him close to his side when they breezed through the kitchen together; skimming past the freezer to the small hallway of theirs. The footfall of their feet on the carpeted floor becoming muted thuds that had his heart jumping in his chest.
God, he loves this man. Squeezing him close to his side, he leaned over to kiss the side of his head. This earned him an adoring smile from his husband as they made their way down the hallway with Shouta nudging their bedroom doors open gently. Stepping over the threshold, he slid his arm from around Shouta allowing him to drift into the room. His arm taking its sweet time sliding around his shoulders with that dark eye sparkling at him as he glanced over his shoulder.
There was a slight sway to his hips as he made his way over to the bed where their laptop bags sat on the floor just beneath the foot board. Reaching under for a bag, he watched Shouta swing the bag up onto the bed before he made his way around it to climb up. He turned then to shut the bedroom doors with a gentle thud as they met in the middle when he then flipped the lock. Turning to his husband, he padded across the floor as the laptop was slid from the bag and flipped open.
The thud of his feet over the floor was deafening as he made his way forward then climbed up onto the bed next to his husband. The bed wobbled gently beneath him as he then settled down next to his husband with their shoulders touching lightly. He watched the screen power up as Shouta's fingers slid away from the power button. The quiet whir of the laptop fans was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom as he leaned his head to the side to press against Shouta's.
He felt his head pressing back against him in a nuzzle as they watched the screen powering up. It didn't take long before they were staring at the log in page. Shouta's fingers were quick over the number pad and pressing enter with the little circle loading up on the screen. Spinning, spinning, spinning. His heart was jumping in his chest with his stomach fluttering excitedly; it was so much like the very first time they sat side by side on this bed.
The very first time they watched porn together. Only this time there was no need to stare at a random black-haired man on the screen or blonde and imagine it being himself and Shouta. This time he'd be watching videos that were him and Shouta together. There was a flicker on the screen but then he was staring at a background of their most recent Christmas card they'd recreated with their cats as the background.
Shouta rolled his fingers over the mouse pad where the mouse scrolled over the screen as Shouta clicked on the folder labeled 'movies'. Opening it up, Shouta shifted slightly with his arm and shoulder pressing up against his own. Hesitating when he pulled back with those mismatched eyes meeting his to which he nodded happily. He'd let Shouta choose the first one; just like they had with the very first challenge. They had a total of nine videos.
It wasn't all that huge but it was definitely impressive. He watched Shouta's finger roll over the mouse pad with the mouse itself scrolling over the videos one at a time when his husband took a deep breath. Holding it down briefly, he then listened to the quiet clicks of the button as his husband clicked on a video. Settling into his side, he curled his knees up slightly as he sat back with his hand braced on the bed. Watching as the video popped up which he recognized nearly instantly.
Listening as his husband let that breath out quietly. He didn't want Shouta to be nervous. That was the last thing he wanted when it came to this and he leaned into his side with a trembling breath of his own as he watched the screen that glowed brilliantly at him. Shouta squirmed next to him with his arm pressing tightly against his side. Was Shouta's heart also beating hard? Was his stomach also fluttering? Was the excitement also overwhelming to the black-haired man the same way it was choking him?
There was nothing he wanted but to question the black-haired man about the reactions. To ask if he was truly eager to try this with him. If this was bringing up those old memories of their first challenge. It felt like Deja vu in the strongest sense as he sat here, side by side with his husband as the video loaded up. Just like they had with the very first challenge, it felt like a rush to be sitting here side by side with his husband. To be watching porn even if it was homemade.
It was making him feel strangely detached under that Deja vu as he leaned into his husband who pressed back against him. And then the video loaded up as he found himself looking at himself and Shouta on the screen; the black-haired man glowed beautifully on the screen. Not a stitch of clothing to be found on either one of them. Shouta was stunning with his pale skin glowing in the low lighting. He found himself admiring the sight of his husband on the laptop screen.
Admiring the way his black curls swayed against his shoulders as hands grabbed at his waist on screen. He remembered this video; it was one of the earlier ones. An impromptu video made after two rounds which would explain the way that his husband's skin glistened and glowed on the screen. Covered in a sheen of sweat with wild black curls swaying against his shoulders. The quiet smack of their moving lips was just barely picked up by the camera.
He leaned onto his hand with his gaze riveted to the video. Watching his hands sliding along Shouta's waist which he tugged forward to press against him. The way his hands slid down to his thighs which trembled visibly as their lips moved together. How Shouta arched himself into his arms so shamelessly with hands moving from his waist to grip at his upper arms. God, Shouta was so pretty on camera. It didn't compare to the real thing but his gaze was riveted to the screen.
Focused. Intent. Watching the small twists and curves as they fit together properly with hands moving over sweaty skin. Watching Shouta's hands sliding up to his shoulders where fingers reached out to play with his hair. Twisting and untwisting it around his fingers. He could feel that tug; knew how sharply he had to be pulling on it. It was aweing seeing those passionate kisses being traded from an onlookers view.
Watching how Shouta truly gave himself up as his back arched slightly when his hands moved along his waist before curving back. Rubbing over his ass then slipping up his back coaxing it to arch further as lips moved together passionately. He twisted his fingers into the blanket of the bed slightly as he watched the screen. It was everything that any other porn video would lack; this was intimate. It was personal.
Listening to the light smack that was somehow picked up by the camera, he was riveted to the sight of the squirming Shouta on his screen. He was so beautiful; more beautiful than he gave himself credit for. He watched his hands sliding down Shouta's back to grab at his ass again when hips moved just enough for him to catch the twitch of Shouta's dick. The sharp breath that he took that crackled lightly through the camera.
Watching as he fondled his husband's ass with fingers squeezing fiercely as they dug into his skin with lips moving together with an increasing hunger. Passionate kisses with that sharp smack ringing out as hands lifted from his shoulders to twist into his hair. Watching as Shouta held onto his hair with nails no doubt dragging his scalp. It sent a shiver down his back in a strange, absentminded manner; he always loved it when Shouta buried his hands into his hair like that.
When his nails raked over his scalp and yanked at his hair without a drop of restraint. How his husband howled and yanked on the locks with one hand while clawing at his back with the other. It had warmth tickling across his cheeks in a blush as he watched how Shouta arched and squirmed in his arms. The glistening sweat on his body had his fingers twitching as he twisted his fingers into his pants. Fighting the urge to reach over and touch the black-haired man next to him when he peeked through his hair at his husband.
Spots of color bloomed on his cheeks beautifully with eyes focused on the screen. Even if he saw nothing out of his ruined right eye, they were locked on the computer screen. There was an airy moan that had him looking back to the computer screen as he watched his fingers sliding between Shouta's cheeks as his head threw itself back. Black curls swaying against his sweaty skin as he watched his fingers slide upwards to his crack.
Watching how hips angled themselves again to catch the twitch of his husband's dick. Watching as he traced his lips down his throat with playful nips and open-mouthed kisses that had Shouta breathlessly moaning again at him. Squirming in his arms slightly with hips jutting back slightly with thighs trembling slightly. Black curls swaying against his shimmering skin as his head pressed back with his lips moving up and down his throat.
Black lashes coming to rest on red cheeks that trembled with brows squeezing together as his lips parted. His mouth dropping open slightly as his hands slid over his husband's ass. It was riveting. Aweing. His husband was absolutely beautiful. When they made these videos, it had been to satisfy the itch of watching themselves rather than watching random men on their time away. So nice to replace fantasizing their roles with faceless men with actual videos with them starring in it.
Staring at the screen, watching his hands cup his husband's ass as it spilled over in his hands was arousing. Watching how his husband squirmed and arched, how his head threw itself back, how his chest arched forward when his lips fluttered over his collar bone? The flash of his own tattooed collar bone; a gracing of Shouta's name on his skin to match his name scrawled on his husband's hip. He even caught the winks of his nipple piercings that he got in flashes when he twisted just right.
He watched himself kiss down to his husband's chest. His nipples looked puffy; flushed from the toying movement of his mouth and fingers that night, no doubt, as he watched his tongue trace the rim of his areola. The shrill whimper leaving his husband was easily picked up by the camera as it crackled over the speakers. It was a needy sound; pleading with him as he watched his tongue lap over his husband's nipple. He felt Shouta shift beside him slightly as he found himself unable to look away.
Unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Shouta on his screen. How beautiful he looked on camera; it was a miracle he had thought of making their own porn. There was something mesmerizing about watching his husband's chest arch up to press against his mouth. The sweat glistening on his own body with soft red claw marks on his shoulders. His waist. No doubt left behind by Shouta before they'd turned the camera on.
Watching as his hands kneaded at his husband's ass with his mouth closing over the black-haired man's nipple. It was fascinating; normally in the videos on Pornhub, it was strange seeing the well-groomed, neat couples on screen that gradually grew debauched. Gradually came apart. But there was something hot about the disheveled appearance to himself and Shouta. Something unbelievably sexy when it came to seeing how the light shimmered on their sweaty skin.
How blonde locks stuck up wildly from his husband's grabbing hands and curls swaying messily against Shouta's back. In seeing the red marks, he left along his sides, shoulders and waist. About seeing the glowing red hand mark on his husband's thigh from a harsh slap no doubt. How his ass looked so thick in his kneading hands as his fingers sank into his skin. The way his husband squirmed in his arms and his breathy sighs he let out as he suckled on his nipple.
The back of throat whines and whimpers that rang out with that desperate, needy edge as hands clutched at his hair. There was something so intimate and so arousing about the disheveled appearances. About the breathy sounds leaving his husband who squirmed in his arms. He watched his fingers dip between his cheeks once again with fingers sliding over him up to his crack once more before they were rolling.
Shouta was swinging forward with his right thigh swinging over his lap as he laid back with the black-haired man straddling him. Cutting off the view of his mouth on his chest, the dicks he could see twitching as hips wriggled and moved. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of his husband's ass as his hands kneaded at his cheeks. Squishing, squeezing, fondling. And he couldn't help a quiet groan when he watched his hands pull his husband's cheeks apart.
He knew it was just the camera, the lighting, and the slick shine of lube but the sight of his husband's stretched hole had his thighs pressing together. It looked pink in the lighting of the bedroom and the shine of the lube. That ache twisted low into his stomach when his dick dared to twitch at the sight of his husband's hole being stretched out. The shiny skin nearly pink in the lighting above them and the screen of the laptop. Twitching at the camera.
It had his heart jumping in his chest when he watched his hands then let go of Shouta's ass to reach down. Grabbing for the lube as he drizzled it lazily over his fingers; each movement slow, deliberate. A whimper left the laptop speakers as he spread fresh lube over his fingers with hips jutting backwards. It was easy to see the action for what it was as he listened to the sharp smack of lips moving together. Then a hand raised up to spread his cheeks.
Holding onto one tightly with slick fingers coming up to rub over that swollen, shiny hole of his. Fingers curled in with the barest of pressure before they were sinking into his husband's stretched hole. An airy moan leaving his husband and a snapping, guttural groan flying out of himself on the screen. His throat felt tight. His face hot. His heart was thudding against his chest with hard hits that had his hands trembling on the holds they had.
Fingers twisted into the blanket and his pants as he chanced a peek at his husband again. His face was a beautiful shade of red; his lips parted slightly as if he were riveted at the sight of both of them together. He listened to the slick squelch that had his eyes flicking back to the screen out of sheer curiosity. Helpless. Watching his fingers slipping into his husband effortlessly. Thrusting giddily into him with the black-haired man moaning shamelessly over the video and his own shameless groans leaving him.
And then, much to his delight, he watched his fingers spread out; stretching his hole around his fingers. Watching muscles twitching as if to bring them back together. And God, it was fucking hot. It had his dick twitching again with his hand sliding from his thigh to wedge itself between his thighs. Holding himself with fingers pressing down against his aching crotch. It had him breathless as he watched his fingers slipping effortlessly into his husband's waiting hole as his fingers came together again.
God, the video was hotter than he had ever given it credit for. How many times had he gotten off to the video while he'd been editing it? How many times had he touched himself greedily while watching his fingers spread open that twitching hole? It had his face burning with a blush but his gaze remained fixed on the laptop screen before him. Watching his fingers sinking, slipping, sliding effortlessly into Shouta's waiting hole effortlessly.
Listening to the man when he moaned and whimpered over the speakers. Squirming with hips arched back shamelessly as he thrusted his fingers into him slickly with that hole twitching around his fingers. God, it was nothing short of hot to watch it. He pressed his fingers into himself firmly with his dick twitching beneath them as he watched his husband's hole twitching around his fingers. Watching his fingers spread out to show off hat hole with muscles twitching around his fingers.
He could see how effortless it was; he could see how easy it was to spread his husband around his fingers. It was evidence of one too many rounds of sex they'd had that made his husband so ready for him. His eyes were glued to the screen before him as his he watched his husband's hips jerking back to meet the thrusts of his fingers. He felt his dick twitch in a volley beneath his fingers as he fought to keep from rubbing.
It didn't stop himself from kneading at himself when he chanced a glance at his husband only to nearly snort at the identical position his husband was in. Pressed up against his side, his own hand wedged between squirming thighs as he squirmed slightly. He glanced back to the laptop screen to find his fingers pulling out of his husband slickly and Shouta being spun around as they sat up on the bed. And much to his delight, he watched his husband's erection curving up against his stomach.
It looked red; the head flushed a soft red from the overuse as his husband straddled his waist again with his erection being pulled away from his own stomach. Angled upwards to press against that twitching hole no doubt. Shouta was wobbling in his lap in the video, his arm curling around his shoulders as rasping pants being taken as his knees bent up slightly. And much to his delight, he watched his erection sink into Shouta with that same effortlessness.
The slightest pressure and that stretched hole was taking him without so much as a resistance. A lewd, deafening moan flew out of his husband on the screen as he threw his head backwards with black curls flying around his face. Around his shoulders. His back arching slightly with nails clawing at his shoulders as a snapping, guttural growl left himself on the screen. A trembling sound that the camera picked up effortlessly as his eyes remained glued to the screen.
Watching as Shouta's erection, full and thick, rested against his stomach with a happy twitch with pre-come welling along the slit. Dripping onto his skin causing it to shine slickly. It had his thighs rubbing together slightly with his breaths trembling slightly as his hand continued to knead at himself calmly. Quietly. Squeezing with enough pressure to satisfy the growing ache that had his dick twitching beneath his hand.
He watched on screen as Shouta raised his hips up. Snapping down with a slick squelch as he moaned on screen with deafening volume at the action. And he watched Shouta's erection tap against his stomach with the action. Dragging his teeth over his lip, he continued to knead at himself as he watched his hands grab at Shouta's waist as he swung up in his lap then came down quickly. The slick squelch was caught as the black-haired man's thighs were spread widely without a drop of shame as his hips began to move.
Bouncing himself shallowly on himself with his erection bouncing and tapping against his stomach rhythmically with pre-come smearing onto his stomach with each tap. His hips moving quickly with thighs twitching as if to spread themselves wider with black curls bouncing around his red face. Black lashes trembling on red cheeks as his full, kiss-swollen lips parted as his mouth hung open. Panting shallowly, quickly, with his brows squeezing together tightly as he bounced himself quickly with his thighs trembling.
Black curls brushing his face gently with that look of concentration on his face. Of arousal. It had heat flashing over his skin, skittering over it, then sizzling down under his skin leaving him smoldering. Hot. He squirmed when he glanced at his husband who was peeking up at him with that glittering dark eye and murky gray eye on him. He grinned at his husband as he watched full lips tremble before looking away. As if he were shy. And yet he could see his husband's hand moving.
Trying to be subtle about his kneading rhythm it seemed. But he saw. He knew. And it had heat flashing beneath his skin knowing that Shouta, who sat right up against him, was touching himself the same manner that he was. It had his stomach fluttering as he turned his gaze back to the screen. A response to another of those lewd, desperate moans from the black-haired man on screen. Bouncing himself on his cock like it was the best fucking thing in the world as that slick squelching rang out.
The lube and rubber of the condom rubbing together deafeningly as his husband bounced on him with an increasing speed. There was something about it that had his skin blistering to watch that full, thick erection of his bouncing in time with his movements. The sight of it tapping against his stomach with thin, translucent strands of pre-come connecting the head to the stomach that broke apart then reformed. Again, again, again.
Kneading at himself, he slid his hand to slight, slow rub over his dick that dared to twitch in a volley. He felt something wet drip into his boxers. Already? Was he so turned on already that he'd drip into his boxers? He dragged his teeth over his lip as he rubbed his twitching dick eagerly with his breath catching in his throat as he kept his movements slow. Even. Watching as his husband bounced in his lap on the screen with all the eagerness in the world.
All the delight in the world as his face flushed a charming red that had his heart jumping in his chest. He swallowed with that tightness to his throat as he continued to rub at himself; keeping it nice and slow. Taking his time with it as he kept his eyes glued to the laptop screen before him as he watched Shouta bounce on his lap. God, he could watch the way his body moved for hours. Days. He could spend the rest of his life memorizing the way that Shouta moved like that yet he'd still be just as awed as when they started.
There was nothing he wanted more than to watch his husband go wild. To watch him bounce in his lap with those curls brushing his red cheeks. There was nothing he wanted more when he found his teeth digging into his lower lip. His heart jumping in his chest with his breaths coming shakily as he twisted his fingers into the blanket behind his husband. Holding onto something while his hand began to curl down to knead at himself while rubbing.
A firm pressure that had his dick twitching in a volley as his breaths caught in his throat. Moaning lowly under his breath as he watched the black-haired man on the screen. Skin glistening with sweat that highlighted the tattoo on his hip. It was a video taken before he'd gotten that delightful prince Albert but God if it didn't have his mouth watering watching that fat erection of his tapping his stomach rhythmically. He knew what it felt like on his tongue. How it felt clogging his throat.
He even knew how it felt having his husband inside of him from their past anniversary when he'd bottomed. When he'd offered himself up to his husband who had been so, so gentle with him. Tender. And while he'd had to deal with some lower back aches the next day, it had been so damn worth it to feel his husband fucking him eagerly. Knowing it was their only night to revel in the change, he'd bottomed all night that night.
He knew perfectly how Shouta's erection would fill him up and how it would feel buried inside of him. Watching it bounce on screen with a sense of that greedy hunger, his hand kneading at himself again. Firm squeezes to his twitching dick with his teeth digging into his lip before he dragged his teeth over it then let his mouth drop open. Trembling breaths being taken quietly by the both of them as hands moved with the quiet whisper of drags over clothing.
He wanted to peek at his husband. He wanted to watch him as he touched himself but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen. From the sight of his own hand reaching around his husband's waist to grab his erection and loving the shrill cry of delight it got him in response. Loving how his hips bucked to shamelessly thrust into his hand with his husband's mouth hanging open. His brows squeezing together tightly with hips jerking quickly as his husband bounced himself faster.
Lifting himself up higher. Watching the screen with that greedy hungry as he watched more and more of himself slipping out of his husband before it all disappeared inside of him again. Something about it had him riveted to the screen with his breaths racing when he squeezed at his twitching dick. His gaze flicking to his husband next to him. He was quietly moving his hand over himself; rubbing at himself with those eyes fixed on the screen before them.
They were still on the same video, it was a bit lengthier than the recent ones, but there was something hotter about it. About watching themselves fuck on the screen and knowing his husband was getting off on it. Knowing that Shouta was touching himself to it. And it had him flaming with heat that bubbled under his skin with his breaths catching in his throat. His heart jumping as his hand moved to rub at himself when he squeezed at himself again.
Shivering when he felt another wet drip hit his boxers as he shuddered with his thighs squirming together. He wanted nothing more than to touch his husband. He wants nothing more than to do everything he's watching and more. He wants to make his husband feel good. He wants to hear his husband moan enthusiastically the way he was on screen. To get his back to arch the same way as he bounced on his erection wildly with that quick speed he'd recognize anywhere.
A fast speed that he tried to mimic as he jerked his husband off on screen. That soft red flush to his erection flaring as pre-come dribbled down his shaft when he failed to reach the head in time. It was absolutely mouthwatering as he squirmed in unison with his husband as his dick twitched in a frenzy beneath his kneading hand. Staring at the computer screen, he found himself moving; pushing off of his spot with his husband jumping as he straightened up.
His head turning from the screen, from the needy and desperate moans, to watch him. He crawled forward across the bed where he reached the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he slapped the wipes onto the tables surface then reached in for the box of condoms. Tugging the chain out, he ripped one off of the end then frowned. They'd need to make a store run soon as they possibly could to pick up a few packs of condoms. They were really flying through them and the lube.
Snapping the drawer shut, he had an idea. A glorious, amazing, dirty idea that had him perking up as he turned to his husband who was watching him curiously as the moans burst out of the speakers. The sight of Shouta bouncing on his erection like his life depended on it would never not be hot. And yet he crawled forward towards his husband who shifted slightly. A curious spark to his gaze when he crawled up behind him with trembling breaths as his dick twitched at this new idea of his.
"I want you to lay down on your stomach and brace yourself on your arms but you're not to look away from that laptop, you hear me? You're going to watch yourself on that screen, fucking yourself on my cock, while I get you ready, got it?" He felt a shudder run down Shouta's back when he then nipped at his earlobe with a click as his teeth bit at the metal studs there. "Don't you dare look away. Start another video if you need too but you're going to keep it playing. You're going to watch."
A low groan left his husband who then nodded at him with that silent compliance of his. He backed away to give his husband room to shift his position. Watching him work his pants down from his hips as he rolled onto his knees to work his boxers and pants down to his thighs then sitting back again to work them down his legs. He reached out to help coax his pants down his left leg where they were flicked off once they reached his ankle. Sailing over the edge of the bed to the floor.
His husband then grabbed the hem of his sweater then flipping it up over his stomach. He watched the drool worthy shift and movement of his muscles. Flexing and moving as he felt his mouth watering as he noted the slight perk to his husband's nipples. Admiring those dark, chaotic curls covering his broad chest as he let his gaze flicker downwards. Admiring his softly toned stomach and his happy trail that he followed down shamelessly to follow it down the lower half of his stomach.
Right down where it thickened into the wild patch of chaotic, wiry black curls that covered his husband's pelvis. Staring at that thick dick of his that dared to twitch under his gaze when Shouta chucked his shirt over the side of the bed. Then, as he said, the black-haired man was rolling to lay out on his stomach with his arms braced below his chest with hips arching upwards. His dark eye meeting his for a moment before he turned his head and gaze forward to the screen.
Moans spilling out of the speakers with deafening volume as he let his own gaze flick to the screen with a burst of heat under his skin. Watching his husband bouncing on his erection quickly with his erection bobbing quickly in time with his movements. The soft flush to his chest and shoulders, the smothering blush over his cheeks, the way his skin glistened with a fresh sheen of sweat. All of it was absolutely breathtaking.
He crawled up behind his husband as he placed the condom down on the bed within reaching distance as he then clawed the cap of the lube open with a crack. He squirted a dollop onto his fingers as he dragged his teeth over his lip before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his husband's lower back. Fluttering kisses over it adoringly. Another shudder ran up his husband's back as he listened to the slick squelches, the lewd moans, spilling out of the speaker of their laptop.
He pressed soft kisses downwards over his husband's cheek with gentle nips given that had him squirming. Hips arching back slightly when he then kissed a kiss to his cheek as he spread the lube over his fingers then leaning backwards. He then rubbed his hand over his cheek; kneading, squeezing, fondling. Just like he'd been doing in the video in the very beginning as the lube on his fingers and palm spread over his skin.
Causing it to glisten lightly as his hand slid slickly over his cheek. Loving the whine that spilled out of his husband as his hips arched back with his fingers digging into his cheek. His kneading, fondling rubs before he pulled him apart. And it had his breaths racing when he brought his fingers forward to rub over his husband's hole. A firm up and down rub that had his husband squirming. His head angled in just the right way that he knew his eyes were on the screen.
He chanced a glance up to find his husband had been turned in his arms on the screen allowing him to see his erection slipping and sinking into that twitching hole. Twitching around him with hips moving desperately as he stroked him fast judging by the bounce to his shoulder. It had his dick twitching as his thighs pressed tightly together with his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest. Rubbing his fingers slickly over his husband with his eyes locked on the screen before him.
On the way that Shouta's back arched. How he moaned at him with such unmistakable enthusiasm and ecstasy. How his skin was flushed softly with that slick layer of sweat covering his skin causing it to glisten. He shuddered with his fingers slipping over his husband's hole as he rubbed at him when he felt a twitch beneath his fingers. It had him groaning at his husband who whined back at him with hips wriggling slightly as his knees dug into the bed.
Rubbing his fingers over him, he got another twitch beneath his fingers when he switched his up and down rub for circles. Firm, unrelenting circles that had his husband groaning quietly at him when he hummed back at the black-haired man delightedly with his fingers swirling in those circles. Listening to the light squelch of his rolling fingers while his eyes locked onto the screen to find his husband arching. Bowing.
Crying out in his arms as he no doubt came all over himself in the video. Shaking. Trembling. Listening to his own bursting wail as he came himself was absolutely riveting. It was hotter than anything watching the both of them coming undone on the screen. Watching how they twisted, rutted, and ground together frantically. Each desperate to feel out their orgasm together. It had him riveted while his fingers rolled into his husband.
Squeezing the cheek that he held in his hand when the video came to a stop. He hummed at his husband who shifted then with a quiet grunt and he watched the mouse slide up to close out the window. Shallow, hitching breaths being taken as he continued his soothing circles into his husband when a new video was clicked on. The loading screen taking a moment before he was staring at a naked Shouta. Laid out on the bed, his hips canting up with thighs spread.
As if to draw attention to his erection resting against his stomach. Whimpering already. And he watched himself, flushed with shaking pants, crawling into frame as he buried himself between those trembling thighs. He remembered this night. This night when he begged for an impromptu recording session to which his husband had agreed to it. He watched himself mouth at his husband's erection with hands twisting into his hair. Both trembling. Both eager.
It was painfully evident just how eager they were in the clip as hands trembled visibly. Racing breaths being taken desperately which the camera caught effortlessly. He shuddered with his eyes locked on the screen as he rolled quick, firm circles into his husband only to feel his hole twitch beneath his fingers. He then lifted his middle finger away to press the tip of his finger against his husband's hole. Tracing the rim of it before pressing against it.
Pressing, pressing, pressing until there was a give that had his finger sliding into his husband slickly. Loving the hitching breath being taken by his husband with his own breaths trembling in his throat at the tight clench around his finger. Squeezing for all their damn worth when his thighs pressed tightly together. Rubbing together while his husband's trembling thighs seemed to merely spread themselves as he rubbed the pad of his finger against his inner wall soothingly.
Circles that had his husband moaning quietly at him with inner walls clenching tight around his finger. Rolling circles into his inner wall that trembled and quivered, his gaze was riveted to the video again at the sound of a cry. Watching his head sink down as he took his husband's erection into his mouth, down his throat, with hands fisting at his hair. Loving how his husband's head threw itself back with his chest arching up to show off those hardened nipples.
The wild coarse curls. He rubbed at his husband before pulling his finger back slightly then thrusting it forward. A shallow thrust that had the black-haired man moaning quietly at him again with the sound of nails dragging over the blanket when he leaned down to kiss at his lower back again. Soft kisses that he trailed upwards with his finger tugging back before thrusting into him shallowly. Inner walls clamped down tightly around his finger as he continued to gently, shallowly thrust the digit into his husband again and again.
His lips trailing over his back had it arching. His husband whining at him as opposed to the snapping moans spilling out of the speakers already. It was a shorter video but God if it wasn't hot. If it didn't get his dick twitching in a volley when he felt the pre-come dripping into his boxers shamelessly. It had him breathless as he continued showering his kisses over his husband's back. Kneading at the cheek he held in his hand as he listened to the light squelch of his thrusting finger slipping into his husband.
He hoped Shouta was still watching himself on the screen; that he saw the beauty in how he arched and squirmed on the bed. How he squirmed and twisted. If Shouta could appreciate seeing himself bucking, thrusting, and writhing on the bed the way that he was on the screen. Thrusting his finger into his husband quickly, eagerly, he loved the way those muscles clamped down tightly around his finger. Squeezing. Clutching. It had his dick twitching in a frantic volley with his thighs rubbing together.
A restless action as he tore his gaze from the screen to watch his finger slip in and out of his husband. Shallowly thrusting his finger into him with his hole twitching around him; as if he were hungry for more. Desperate for it. And it had his blood burning in his veins with that heat that burst under his skin leaving him breathless. He thrusted his finger quicker; slick slides in and out, in and out, with his finger curling slightly.
Pressing into his inner wall firmly which got him a moan from his husband who squirmed with his back arching as hips jutted back. Trying to meet the thrusts of his finger while his head shifted but he knew his husband well enough. He knew Shouta wouldn't look away. And if he did? Well, he was sure that the black-haired man would be over the moon to get a spanking for it as a punishment. There was nothing that riled his husband up more than that.
Thrusting his finger shallowly into his husband, inner walls clamping down tightly around his finger, he leaned down to kiss softly at his back. Soft kisses to get the man squirming as moans burst out of the speakers of the laptop. Deafening. It had his heart jumping in his chest when he peeked up to find Shouta's hips thrusting up. His hands fisting his hair as his back arched from the bed with thighs shaking around his head. What a beautiful sight it was as he glowed on the screen.
Skin slick with sweat. Soft red marks left behind from attempted hickey's. He shuddered as he thrusted his finger into his husband quickly with the black-haired man shuddering beneath him with a whimper; nails dragging over the blanket again. He thrusted his finger quickly with that curl to rub over his inner wall causing it to tremble before clenching tight. It had him groaning into his husband's warm skin delightedly as he kept up that shallow thrusting of his finger into his husband.
Curling, rubbing, slipping in effortlessly with the black-haired man whimpering at him pleadingly. His hole twitching around his finger as if he were hungry for more. It had him shuddering when he brought his middle finger close to his hole; tracing the rim of it with the tip of it. Rubbing, teasing, prodding gently as he paused the thrusts of his index finger. Letting his husband clamp down tight around his finger with inner walls trying to milk him. As if it were his dick instead of his finger.
It had his dick twitching in a volley when he felt that rush; a draining of blood from his head that streaked desperately through his veins. Gushing down, down, down to his aching, twitching dick which had him hissing in a breath as he pushed at his husband with his middle finger. Pushing, pushing, pushing with a slight wiggle until there was a give. His finger sank in alongside his index finger with inner walls clamping tight around his finger.
A moan spilling out of his husband who jerked his hips back eagerly as his middle finger sank in. He then moved his fingers to roll circles into his inner walls when he groaned at the twitch of his hole around his fingers. The blatant twitch of that spread rim. He couldn't help but wonder if his husband was hard yet; if the videos and his touching had done anything to help get him aroused. It had him shuddering with his back arching as he rolled circles into his husband's inner wall.
Trembling beneath his fingers as they tightened around them with a squeeze to get him groaning lowly in his throat at his husband. A low sound as compared with the moans spilling from the speakers; the slurping of his swallowing and the humming as he bobbed his head along his husband's shaft. Sweat glistening on skin with messy locks held by shaking hands. Spread over the blanket. It was one of his favorite videos. It had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest when he peeked up at the screen again.
Watching Shouta's erection sliding in and out of his own mouth, trembling hands holding his hair, shrill moans leaving his husband and muffled moans of his own breaking up the humming. It was amazing. It had his hardening erection twitching as his thighs pressed together tightly and he focused on his fingers. Focused on rubbing those circles before spreading out his fingers. Stretching his husband's hole with a keening moan spilling out of his husband then which mingled with a moan over the speakers.
A deafening burst of sound that had him shuddering with his stomach fluttering wildly with his fingers holding their stretched position. Loving how muscles spasmed and tried their hardest to bring his fingers back together but he merely stretched. Brought his fingers together before spreading them out again with his hand tugging on Shouta's cheek as he watched the spread of his hole around his fingers. Hotter than it had been on the camera.
It had him squirming with his hardening erection filling out with a throb that had his thighs rubbing together restlessly. Mesmerized by that stretch as he spread his fingers again. And again. Again, again, again. Spreading, spreading, spreading. He then brought his fingers together to thrust into his husband with a slick squelch that had them both moaning in unison. Inner walls clamping down tight around his fingers when he continued to thrust his fingers into his husband.
Shallow, slick thrusts being given giddily as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against his inner wall. Curling his fingers in just enough to get his husband moaning at him delightedly with hips rocking back as his thighs trembled. God, Shouta was so fucking pretty. So unbelievably beautiful that he found himself gasping in. He watched his husband's back arch with his hips rocking back against his hand. Trying to meet the thrusts of his fingers.
There was nothing more beautiful than that as he continued to thrust his fingers eagerly into his husband. Listening to the slick squelch of his fingers mingling with the tinny quality of the speakers with that lewd slurping and the moans spilling out of the both of them. Crystal clear on Shouta's part and muffled in his own. The sound of moans spilling out of his husband that were growing louder with each thrust of his fingers.
It had him burning up as his cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of his blush there as his glasses slipped down his nose slightly. There were so many noises it was almost like having another couple before them. Another couple moaning, groaning, whining and whimpering with them. It had his heart jumping in his chest as he groaned quietly when inner walls squeezed tightly around his fingers. A hard squeeze to get his thighs rubbing together as he began to assume that rhythm of his.
The pattern of thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading his fingers out. Tugging on the cheek that he held in his hand to stretch his hole slightly around his fingers was by far the hottest sight in the world. It had his erection twitching as it strained effortlessly against the pajama bottoms he wore. Dripping into his boxers that clung to him damply. He thrusted his fingers into his husband eagerly with his heart thudding against his chest as he watched his fingers slipping in and out effortlessly.
Stretching them out giddily to watch the twitching spasms of his inner walls trying to bring them together each time. He shuddered with the heat racing under his skin feverishly leaving him hot, hot, hot over this man who arched back so shamelessly. His head hadn't moved one bit as he no doubt kept his eyes locked on the computer screen before them with their moans spilling out of the speakers with tinny quality. It had him shuddering with his hand squeezing the cheek he held in his grasp.
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting his fingers. Spreading them again, again, again. Letting his husband try to strangle them together each time much to his delight but he could feel the muscles relaxing from all of his stretching. He shuddered with his heart jumping in his throat with his stomach fluttering wildly as he brought his fingers together to thrust into his husband eagerly. Loving how his inner walls clenched and squeezed around his fingers.
The heat of him soaking into them leaving him eager. Excited. He let go of the grasp on Shouta's cheek to reach own as he arched up on his knees with fingers curling into the waistband of his pants and boxers. Pushing clumsily at the fabric one side at a time until he got his pants and damp boxers down to his thighs with his erection springing out. Curving up to rest against his stomach with a happy twitch as he watched a drop of pre-come soak into his shirt.
He thrusted his fingers delightedly into his husband. The slick squelch, light, rang out to mix in with the rather lewd sounds of the laptop before them. He reached for the condom clumsily on the bed, nails dragging over the blanket once then twice before he scooped it up. Holding it to his palm awkwardly with a few clumsy thrusts of his fingers. He didn't mind it as he lifted the condom up and ripped into it. Spitting out the strip, he tried his best with one hand to work the condom out of the wrapper.
Nearly dropping it on the bed, he managed to twist his fingers properly to get the slippery ring from the condom wrapper successfully. Reaching down, he rolled the condom onto his erection; mindful of his piercings so they wouldn't snag and catch on the rubber. He worked it down his shaft as he spread his fingers out with his other hand; stretching, stretching, stretching. Awed by the way that his hole twitched and spasmed around his spreading fingers.
Rolling the condom down to the base, he spread his fingers out again, again, again before he brought them together and slipped them out of his husband. An eager, shrill whimper left his husband with his head twitching; as if he were about to look back at him but fought the urge to do so. He squirmed with his hands reaching for lube blindly as he found the tube thankfully. Squirming a small palmful, he then reached down to work it over his erection quickly in twisting strokes.
Straightening the end of the condom out again. His hand dripped with the excess lube as he reached out to grab his husband's hips to angle him back properly. Hands sliding over his hips up to his waist then back to his ass. Grabbing at a cheek, he spread him open again while using his other hand to hold his erection as he arched his hips forward. Rubbing the head of his erection against that twitching hole eagerly, his gaze flicked to the laptop that was silent once again.
Shaking, shallow pants being taken by the both of them with that eagerness. And as if weak he watched the mouse scrolling over the videos, then clicking on another video. This one set his skin ablaze; the sight of his husband sprawled on the bed in his bindings, his collar, with the hook within him. Stretching his hole up and holding him open as the camera was fussed with before he came into view. Climbing onto the bed, cutting off the view of his husband as he spread over him.
Pinning him down to the bed with his condomed erection prodding at his stretched hole. Oh, it was easily one of his favorite fucking videos of the bunch. Nudging the head of his erection against his hole firmly, insistently, he rubbed himself against him. Slipping slickly against him but God if he wasn't opposed to some rubbing. Grinding. He moved his hips to grind his erection to his husband's twitching hole eagerly with the black-haired man whimpering at him.
Rubbing himself slickly against his husband when he felt another twitch beneath his erection. It had his breaths racing in anticipation with his fingers twitching; it was all too easy to imagine that heat around his erection. A heat he wanted so, so badly. Needed. Wanted. Rubbing himself against his husband with a spark of eagerness of his own with each movement of his hips. Each rub against his husband who arched his hips back further to press against him. Breathless. Eager.
Both gasping slightly in anticipation with each rub of his erection against his husband when it twitched. He pulled back to press the head of his erection against his hole again. Nudging, nudging, nudging at him. Playful pushes only for him to suck in a breath when there was a rather quick give. A give that had his breath flying out of him on a moan as he began to sink into his husband; inch after inch being slipped into the black-haired man.
And oh, if that moan from his husband didn't set him ablaze. It had him shuddering at the needy, desperate sound leaving his husband like that. The way his hips bucked backwards eagerly to help him sink in faster. He caught the sound of nails dragging over the blankets again to hold onto it when he bottomed out with a light slap of his pelvis against his husband's ass. Grinding his hips forward, he couldn't help another moan at the tight heat wrapped around him.
The way that Shouta's inner walls fluttered then clamped down tightly around him with an identical moan leaving the black-haired man. Rocking back against his pelvis with tight movements that had him breathless. Had his hands sliding to hold onto his husband's rocking hips to keep him pressed tightly to his pelvis. God, there was so much about his husband that was so beautiful. Both in person and on the screen before him.
He couldn't help a low groan at the sight of himself on the screen thrusting into his husband. the way Shouta mewled and whimpered on camera was mesmerizing. The sight of his stretched hole taking him with little resistance with playful tugs on the hook as he watched himself slipping in and out. The slap of his balls against his husband's skin as he snapped his hips eagerly. The way Shouta's thighs trembled with his foot rolling then kicking out restlessly. Moaning at him just like he was now.
On screen, they glowed like the porn actors they used to watch on the screen in their first challenge. They were both mesmerizing in their own rights as he rocked his hips eagerly with his husband. Squeezing at his moving hips with the black-haired man whimpering at him with his head remaining in place as he kept his eyes on the screen. Hell, he had his own eyes on the screen as he watched himself fucking the black-haired man carefully. Quickly.
Watching himself slide in and out of the black-haired man who moaned wildly on the speakers causing them to crackle lightly. Rocking his hips quickly, grinding, against his husband had trembling breaths racing quickly. Shallowly with his hands tightening on his husband's hips. Holding him tightly to his pelvis when he felt his knees digging into the bed. Rocking forward then coming back shallowly to hit against his pelvis with a slap that had him moaning at his husband.
He squeezed his hips letting Shouta rock forward only to use his hold to yank him back to his pelvis sharply. It had black curls bouncing even as they slid over his husband's shoulders from the action. God if there wasn't something amazing about that. If there wasn't something so damn good about the light ripples to his husband's skin from the hard impact. Shouta rocked forward quickly to which he flew back as he yanked at him. Forcing him to come back sharply and together they found their momentum.
His husband rocking himself forward on his knees only to fly back with his tugging hands to hit against his pelvis causing him to wobble on his knees slightly. It had him moaning out delightedly at his husband who moaned back at him enthusiastically with such volume it sent shivers down his back. Had him whining airily at his husband when inner walls contracted and squeezed tightly around him. It had him squirming with his knees digging into the bed to keep himself stable.
Shouta continued to rock forward then come back sharply against his pelvis. Shallow thrusts backwards that had his erection twitching only to moan when Shouta squeezed tightly around him. A purposeful squeeze that had him absolutely moaning at his husband when it tightened further. A nice, hard squeeze that had his nails digging into his husband's hips only to have his husband whine back at him in that needy pitch. Something he'd recognize anywhere.
It had his heart racing in his chest when he continued to tug on his husband's hips coaxing him to come back sharply. Hitting against his pelvis with enough strength to get him groaning under his breath with those moans spilling out of the speakers with their tinny quality. It was nothing compared to the real thing as his husband squirmed and moaned beneath him with nails dragging over the blankets.
Rocking quickly with swings forward then sharp hits back against his husband's pelvis when his hips twitched. He wouldn't move. Not yet. And he happily watched as his husband worked himself up to a quick, shallow pace with quick rocks back and forth. His hits against his pelvis causing him to wobble lightly. Hits that had him clutching at his husband's hips with a spark of excitement twisting into his chest tightly.
Making it unbelievably hard to breathe as he watched his husband rocking back and forth with black curls swaying lightly over his shoulders with the movement of his. He continued to tug on his husband's hips each time he flew backwards to take him to the hilt again and again. It was mesmerizing watching his husband move as the bed bounced lightly with his husband's quick movements. There was nothing that delighted him more than that to hold onto his husband while he worked himself up to a proper frenzy.
A frantic speed that had him absolutely squirming with that excitement twisting into him hand-in-hand with that eagerness. There was nothing he wanted more than to fuck into this man but he wanted to wait. He wants nothing more than to wait while Shouta continued rocking on his knees back and forth quickly. There was a delight in watching himself slipping in and out of his husband's hole that dared to twitch around him.
As if he wanted more. As if there was more to give when he already was inside of him up to the hilt. It had him moaning lowly in his throat at the thought when his husband let out an ecstatic moan of his own. His hips squirming slightly before coming back sharply. Hitting against his pelvis comfortingly when his hips twitched when got him a reedy whine from his husband in response. He twitched his hips again with inner walls clamping down tightly around him leaving him gasping in with his back arching.
Groaning at that tight squeeze that was fucking everything. The moans and whines spilling out of the speakers with their tinny quality were riveting but his eyes fluttered shut. His eyes closing as he focused instead on the heat of his husband's body; on the tight squeeze that seemed to only get stronger. Tighter. Harder. He had not a clue if his husband was intentionally squeezing but fuck if it didn't have his toes curling. His lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks as he tightened his grasp on the black-haired man.
Letting him rock back and forth with his strikes to his pelvis leaving him wobbling as he tugged weakly on his hips to get him to come back faster. Harder. The light slap of their skin meeting again and again was deafening over the moans spilling out of the laptop. His husband let out a snapping groan with his thrusts back coming faster. Wilder. Rocking himself forward further to break away from that shallow depth when he opened his eyes again with his eyes rolling sightlessly for a moment.
Then he focused on the way his husband's back was arching with a moan spilling out of the man. The way his thighs spread with knees sliding over the bed. How his curls flew around his shoulders with the quick movements of his hips. There was nothing he wanted more than to thrust into him. To pound his husband into the mattress until he was a howling mess. There was nothing he wanted to do more. But he'd let his husband move on his own first.
Let him set the pace and rhythm only for him to follow along with it. He squirmed eagerly with his heart thudding against his chest as he watched his husband begin to swing his hips forward further. Moving away from that shallow depth before coming back against his pelvis with a slick squelch. It rang out with each thrust his husband gave; a slick squelching of the lube and condom rubbing together. Something that mixed in with the slap of their skin meeting again and again.
It was mesmerizing as his husband continued to rock on his knees. Were his eyes open? Or were they shut? He wanted to question the black-haired man but he didn't want to ruin the immersion. The order he'd given for Shouta to keep his eyes on the laptop screen before them with those keening, needy moans spilling out of the speakers with its tinny quality. It had his stomach fluttering with excitement when his gaze flicked to the laptop screen.
Watching himself tug on the hook which stretched Shouta's hole. It was mesmerizing. Hot. Sexy. He tightened his grasp on his husband with his hips twitching again when he got an enthusiastic, pleading moan from his husband. The black-haired man was rocking quickly on his knees with huffing, shaking breaths being taken. Adjusting the hold he had on his hips, he yanked his husband back giddily which got him another of those moans from the black-haired man.
He tugged harder at his husband to get him to fly back faster. Harder. Loving the sharp clap of their skin meeting when his hips twitched to which he let Shouta swing himself forward and he thrusted to meet that backwards jerk. It had Shouta moaning enthusiastically at him with nails dragging over the blanket as he pulled his hips back to match the forward swing of his husband. It nearly had him slipping out of the black-haired man but he dove forward with his hands yanking Shouta back eagerly.
A moan startling itself out of him when his husband clenched tightly around him. Throwing his head back at the tight squeeze of those inner walls was everything. Oh, oh, it was so good already. Pulling his hips back as his husband swung forward, they met in the middle again with a sharper slap of their skin meeting. Something fresh, loud when compared to the tinny quality of the sounds leaving the speakers of the laptop.
He thrusted forward when Shouta came back with that eagerness and excitement twisting into his chest. Causing his breaths to race as he began to meet his husband thrust for thrust. Using his hands to pull on him as he swung his hips forward eagerly for those snapping thrusts that had his husband moaning at him. Whining. Whimpering. The cacophony of sound leaving the black-haired man had him addicted just like it always did.
Had him absolutely excited at the thought of getting more of those sounds, no matter how small or airy, to fly out of his husband. He wants nothing more than to make this man feel good and he couldn't help but feel he was doing that as he met him thrust for thrust. Moving faster to meet those fast rocking swings of his husband's hips. Moving his own hips to meet his husband's thrusts was like a game; one where he watched and waited before taking his chance.
Taking the moment to begin moving with him. And this was no different; moaning under his breath, low in his throat, as he snapped his hips forward with sharp slaps of their skin meeting. A louder, vivid sound compared to the tinny quality of skin smacking on the laptop. He couldn't pay attention to the video when he was getting the real thing. When he was buried in his husband to the hilt with inner walls fluttering and spasming wonderfully around him as his husband rocked on his knees.
Excited. Giddy. It was hard to pin the emotion in his chest as he thrusted into his husband quickly; snapping thrusts as his husband moaned at him. His back arching so prettily with curls flying over his shoulders as his hips jutted backwards to hit against his pelvis delightedly with an increasing strength to it. Moving faster, faster, faster. He happily moved along with his husband as he did his best to keep in time with him. Did his best to keep up with the fast speed that his husband was using.
Meeting him thrust for thrust the best way that he could with his hands tightening on his hips with Shouta moaning delightedly at him. It had him moaning back with his hands squeezing his hips that he knew were oh so sensitive. One of his erogenous zones. He shuddered with his back aching when his husband snapped back to hit against his pelvis with a keening whimper ripping out of the man. Loud.
He was so much louder than the laptop that it was hard to tell what video was playing. He could hardly focus on a thing besides Shouta who was twisting, arching, writhing beneath his hands as his hips moved desperately. Snapping back to hit against his pelvis without a second thought. Thrusting back onto him with all the energy in the world to get his blood running hot. All the enthusiasm in the world. Like his dick was the best thing that could ever be inside of him.
A thought that had his blood boiling in his veins as heat swelled beneath his skin with a feverish temperature that raked beneath the surface of his skin. Leaving him panting raggedly as he snapped his hips forward with his husband whimpering at him ecstatically. A note that sent shivers down his back as he met his husband with that fast new speed of his as he dragged his nails over his husband's hips. Loving the moan it got him in response.
A snapping, guttural moan that had his stomach fluttering wildly just to listen too. As much as he loves when his husband gets loud, there was something so damn good about hearing that snapping pitch of his. The guttural edge to his moans. It had him shuddering with his nails digging into his skin that was so damn hot just like himself. He wished he'd removed his sweater, his pants, but there was no time to think about that. Not when he'd been so eager to dive into his husband.
He huffed out a breath when he felt his hair brush his cheeks lightly; trembling down his back in waves that had him shuddering with his hands clutching at the black-haired man. Holding onto him. Moving fast to keep up with his husband's desperate, needy pace that he had set for himself. Listening to the whines and whimpers that never quite made it past the backs of their throats. The moans and groans that either came out shrill or snapping.
The slick squelch of the lube and condom rubbing together to punctuate each thrust. The slap of their of their skin meeting again and again like shots of sound. The way his husband was panting in racing hitches as his back arched slightly. Jutting his hips back eagerly while the video on the screen played. Was it a new one? It was hard to tell but it had started off the same way the first one had; he and Shouta were on the bed.
Hands wandering over skin as their lips moved together with passionate kisses that robbed him of breath as an onlooker. He watched his hands cup and knead at his husband's ass as the black-haired man arched into his arms and hands. God, it was a beautiful sight. Watching those black curls sway against his back when he did so. He could only imagine how Shouta looked now with curls flying around his shoulders as he snapped his hips forward.
He'd have to get a video of Shouta facing the camera in a position just like this. What he'd give to watch his red face in this given moment. There's nothing he wants more than that. Snapping his hips to meet his husband's thrusts quickly as he can; fuck, all he wants is to pound this man into the bed. Throw the laptop to the floor and flip him over just to have his way with him. To watch how that beautiful face pinched and twisted with arousal. With pleasure.
To watch those mismatched eyes of his struggle before rolling back as his black lashes fluttered. How his lips would part as his mouth dropped open with his heaving gasps. The way his curls would spread over the bed beautifully as his chest arched up. How his brows would squeezed together tightly to give him that helpless look he loves so much. As if he were helpless under the pleasure. Shouta was a work of art and he wants nothing more than to be able to look at him.
But he'd given him an order; watch the screen. Watch the movies. This is wasn't the exact scenario he'd had in mind when he first came across mixophilia but there was something so damn exciting about it. It had his breaths racing as he clung to his husband when he began to come forward harder. Using a strength his husband hadn't begun too and he loved the answering, keening moan it got him from his husband. The shrill tone growing louder as he slammed forward with a new strength.
One that rocked his husband forward lightly with his head bobbing towards the laptop. How hard was it to keep watching? Was he even watching? Was he watching himself be fucked on camera while in the process of being fucked? It was a thing that he'd need to wrap his head around when they were done. He used that new strength to continue with his thrusts as his husband panted raggedly beneath him with hands clawing at the blankets.
A cracking whimper flying out of the black-haired man desperately with hips jerkin back with that answering strength. It was something that had him absolutely giddy as he slammed forward into that tight heat that was clenching him so good. Ohhhh, it was so fucking good! His own pants rasped in and raked out of him as his hair swayed and trembled against his back with his eager movements. Leaning forward slightly with his hair spilling over his shoulders.
Absentmindedly, he continued tugging on his husband's hips before he planted his left hand to the bed. The light caught his wedding band and threw a wink of light up at him when he slid his right hand from his husband's hip downwards. Lightly brush his fingers along the underside of his erection. Fuck him, Shouta was so hard. He could feel a few veins popping on his shaft as he drifted his fingers up to the slick, dripping head. How could he get so hard? Was it also from the videos?
From this scenario? He wanted to know. He wanted to know so badly but that meant gathering his breath together to speak. And he didn't want to speak yet. He slammed forward giddily, eagerly, with that slick squelching ringing out to punctuate each thrust. Sliding, slipping, thrusting. Sleek thrusts that had his husband whimpering up at him when he slid his hand up his stomach to his chest where he fanned his hand out. Squeezing at his chest before sliding his fingers to target his nipple.
Fingertips sliding over his areola before he pinched his nipple tightly. Rolling it in his grasp, he got a keening whine from his husband with an enthusiastic, ecstatic note to the sound. It was hard to tell which it was but it had him rolling his nipple gently between his fingers while he slammed his hips forward with that strength to get his husband moaning at him. He felt hips jerking backwards to answer with his own strength that had him wobbling on his knees.
And God, there was nothing better than that. Absolutely nothing better. He loved feeling his husband giving it back to him without a drop of restraint. Shuddering, he slammed his hips forward causing his husband wobble on his own knees only to have those hips coming back harder than before. Going fast, fast, fast. Hard, hard, hard. Giving his husband exactly what he needs from him without him needing to ask. To beg.
And yet there was something arousing about thinking of making his husband beg for it. About the idea of Shouta whimpering and whining at him to go harder. Faster. It had his erection twitching which, in response, had those inner walls clamping down tight around him with his husband moaning at him enthusiastically. Ecstatic. Fuck, there's nothing better. Absolutely nothing beat the euphoric little sounds his husband made. The quiet, huffing 'ah, ah, ah!' leaving the man as his hips jerked backwards.
As if he had to focus on the pleasure that he had to focus on feeling good with him when there was no need for it. He was more than eager to give his husband all the pleasure in the world if it meant making him feel good. There was something so good about knowing that his husband was feeling good with him. Moaning down at the black-haired man, he snapped his hips back and forth with his husband swaying on his knees in time with his movements.
Both moving with that shared excitement, that shared ecstasy, as he clung to the blankets while using his other hand to roll his nipple. Pinching, twisting, tugging. Loving the pleading whine, it got him from his husband who arched with hips jutting back with all the eagerness in the world. It had him burning up hot, hot, hot with his husband squeezing around him so damn tight he swore he had to put more effort behind his thrusts. Put more strength in just to move back and forth.
And fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing in the world. If that wasn't the sexiest, biggest turn on over anything. He squirmed with a low, guttural moan in his throat as his hips moved quickly to slam himself into that tight heat. Eager to bury himself to the hilt the second he was pulling back. Fuck, fuck! He didn't think he'd get so excited over this and yet here he was about to fall apart on himself from the excitement. From the eagerness. From the arousal.
Fuck, he felt so turned on he didn't know what to do with himself. It was better than watching a few videos and jerking off. He was on and off watching the video on the screen while fucking his husband and that was more exciting than he'd been expecting. Tugging on his husband's hardened nipple, pinching sharply, earned him a short cry from his husband who bucked beneath him with hips moving in a frenzy. Frantic.
It had him shuddering when he leaned forward onto his hand, angling his head down to nip the shell of his husband's ear through his hair. Lifting his hand from his nipple to coax his hair over his left shoulder where he nipped at his ear when it was free to him as he then grabbed his husband's chin. Angling his head up to face the laptop screen where, from what he could see, was Shouta his leg up in the air as he was fucked on his side. Sweat glistening on his skin that the camera picked up on effortlessly.
"I tho-thought I told you to keep your ey-eyes on the screen, huh? You go-gonna disobey m-mmme? Gonna ig-ignore Daddy?" He couldn't bring his voice above a whisper as he slammed his hips forward hard once, twice, three times to get his husband damn near mewling beneath him as he slid his fingers from his chin down his throat lightly. "I want you to-to be good for me, don't you? You wa-want me to fuck you again, don't you? Ah! I ca-can feel that you do! You're so fu-fucking tight, baby!"
"I'm wa-watchin'! Swear! I'm wa-watching the screen!" His husband gasped out with nails dragging over the blanket. His hips bucking backwards with inner walls clenching tight around him with a heaving gasp being taken by Shouta with shoulders hunching forward slightly as his back arched. Whimpering. "I'm-I'm gonna be good! Ah! Ah, ah! Mmmm! 'm gonna be so goooood! So good! Promise, Za-Zashi, Daddy, love! Promise, promise! I wan-want you to fuck me all night!"
"If you ke-keep on being a good boy then I will! Mmmm, fuck! God, I fu-fucking love you! Ah! Nghnn, God, baby, yo-you're really that worked up ov-over this? You li-like watching yourself ge-getting your brains fucked out while I'm in-in you? You li-like watching yourself take my-my cock while ha-having it stuffed in you, huh? Oh! Ohhhh, fuck, baby! Yes! Yessss, stra-strangle my fucking cock! Mmm! Gi-Give it to me so good, baby! Fuck me, Shouta! Sho-Show me how much you love taking my-mmmy big fucking cock!"
"I do! I do, I do! I fuckin' love it, Zashi! Daddy! Love it so much! I-I love you! Love yo-you so much! I wa-want you to fuck me all night long! Ha-Hands, mouth, cock, it all fe-feels so good all the time! Ah! Ah, ah! Ohhhh! Oh, fuck! God, you feel so-so goood in me! So fu-fuckin' big I swear I ca-can feel you in my-my stomach! Nnnghn! Wanna fu-fuck you all night! Haah, haah! Please! Please, please! Find it! Find it, Zashi, Daddy, please! Mmmmm! It's- There! Right there! Ohhh, fuck me, Zashi, fuck me! Hnnnn!"
Keeping the new angle for his husband, he pounded into the black-haired man with a new strength to get the man howling out beneath him. All without needing to beg. To plead. He pounded at his husband who rocked beneath him on his knees when he reached down to pinch his nipple. Tugging sharply at it, he got an ear ringing moan from his husband that he had to stop himself from echoing. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his poor husband's ears as he leaned over him.
He let go of his husband's nipple to push himself back onto his knees where he slid his hands along his husband's sides. His back. Watching the muscles tremble as they flexed beneath his back as he slid his hands down to his lower back. He slid his hands along his waist before reaching down to grab at his husband's hips. Jerking him backwards to meet his pounding thrusts, he dug his knees into the bed to remain upright as he tugged on his hips again.
Loving the keening moan, it got him from his husband who moved in compliance with his hands with hips jerking to meet his pounding thrusts. The sharp clap of their skin meeting was amplified by the thin sheen of sweat that was forming over skin. Nothing that would leave them dripping with sweat but if Shouta wanted to go again? If he wanted to fuck all night? Well, he was sure he'd work up a proper sweat tonight and he had not a problem with that. Not one.
He shuddered at the thought of going again and again. Until his dick hung heavy between his legs with sparks of overstimulation racing up his back. Begging him to stop. Begging him to take a break. That enough would be enough for one night when it was far from that. That's all he wanted from tonight and if his husband wanted the same thing? Well, who was he to tell him no? Who was he to be the voice of reason when he wanted to touch Shouta so damn bad all night long?
He squirmed with his hips pounding forward to dive into that clenching heat the way that voice in the back of his head howled for him too. To bury himself into the clenching heat that was squeezing so fucking good around his erection. Squeezing him tight, tight, tight with hips striking back against his pelvis causing him to wobble on his knees but he didn't mind it one damn bit. Pants raked their way down his throat to his hungry lungs only to rasp right out of him on his sharp exhale as his hair clung weakly to his forehead and cheeks.
His throat. He was so hot yet he didn't dare stop to take his sweater off. He was too lost; too eager to give and receive that pleasure that was racing up his back. Pooling into his stomach. A pleasure that he wanted nothing more than to give to his husband. To receive in response. There was nothing he wanted more than to have the black-haired man feel good with him. To know that he was making his husband feel good was all he wanted.
Pounding into that clenching heat, he moved one hand from his husband's hip to reach for his erection. Drifting his fingers along the underside of it, he was once again surprised at how hard Shouta was right now. He was so damn hard with veins popping out for him much to his delight. God, he loves when his husband was so hard he had veins popping along his shaft. Veins he could trace with the tips of his fingers.
Trailing his fingers up and down along the underside of his erection lightly had his husband squirming. Whimpering. Pleading. He wasn't going to deny him. Not one bit. Not when he felt just as hard as the black-haired man who squeezed around him so fucking good it was driving him crazy. And the sight of Shouta arching and twisting on the laptop screen? The sight of his husband arching as his moans crackled over the speakers? It was hot. So, so hot.
This idea was so much hotter than he had given himself credit for and he wants nothing more than to do this again. Could he convince Shouta to do this again? He shuddered at the thought as he curled his fingers around his husband with a squeeze to the stiff thing in his hand. Fuck him, he was so hard. He wondered how his husband hadn't blown yet but he knew that the black-haired man was waiting for him. Was waiting for him to come first.
A shudder raced down his back as he kept up his jackhammering pounding at the black-haired man who moaned wildly at him. Ecstatic. Encouraging. Hips jutting back desperately to fuck him the way that he'd all but begged him too. Pounding against his pelvis so damn hard it had him wobbling on his knees as he slammed into his husband. Diving into the heat that was clenching rhythmically around him already in that throbbing manner to get him moaning.
He began to stroke his husband quickly in time with his pounding thrusts which had Shouta moaning back at him. An enthusiastic sound that had his stomach fluttering as he leaned forward again with his hand planting to the bed. Leaning down to kiss at his husband's sweaty back as moans crackled over the speakers to rival their own moans in the here and now. Squeezing the shaft in his hand, he stroked quickly with his fingers swiping over that soaked head.
Rubbing into the slit with his fingertips prodding the ball of his Prince Albert which had his husband whining with hips bucking forward eagerly only to jerk backward. He could feel his thighs trembling in anticipation as he charged forward after that pleasure. That heat. It was fluttering together into his stomach already with his pants raking down his throat as he stroked his husband quickly with fingers curling up to flick at that piercing.
Rubbing into the slit that dripped pre-come so shamelessly he couldn't help but wonder if it dripped to the bed. He did his best to trace those veins with the tips of his thumb and fingers when he could as he kneaded at the stiff thing in his hand. Fuck, the only time he'd ever felt Shouta get so hard was when they broke out the cock rings. He was turned on. And while he didn't know exactly what about this that did it for his husband, he knew he was getting off just as hard.
His erection was throbbing with twitches that had inner walls clamping down tightly around him leaving him gasping as he clung to his husband. Hands threatening to slip over that sweaty, feverish skin if he wasn't careful about it. Trying to breathe as he pounded into his husband desperately, urgently, with hips moving frantically. Frenzied. There was a spark already twisting itself into his lower stomach as that fluttering twisted into his stomach.
He was panting raggedly with his brows squeezing together with his mouth hanging open as the air dried out his throat. Saliva pooling into his mouth but he couldn't think to close his mouth. Couldn't think to shut it to swallow and soothe his throat. Not when he was pounding into this man like his life depended on it. When inner walls were contracting around him in that throbbing manner. Squeezing, clamping, throbbing. Fuck him, his husband felt so damn good.
He was hot, hot, hot. The heat was soaking into his twitching, throbbing erection. Swelling under his hot skin with a feverish pitch that had him gasping as he stroked his husband quickly. Fast, fast, fast. There was so much to the moment that made it so damn good. So fucking hot. The slick squelching of the lube and condom rubbing together that punctuated each pounding thrust. The rasping pants taken by the both of them that rang out over the crackling speakers.
The moans, whines, whimpers and groans spilling out of the speakers with their crackling, tinny quality. The slap of his sweaty skin slapping against his husband with each thrust that rang out like shots over the crackling audio before them. The back of throat whines and whimpers, half formed words, leaving the both of them without a second thought. He was so fucking hot, so turned on, that he didn't know what to do with himself. He was burning up. Razing down to a pile of ash.
No, would a puddle be a better way to describe it? He had not a clue. His feverish mind couldn't focus long enough as he pounded at his husband who rocked on his knees. His hands clutching at the blankets with his curls bouncing over his left shoulder. The low lighting of their bedroom showing off the glistening sweat forming on his husband's skin as he clung to his hip. Stroking his erection fast in time with his thrusts with his husband jerking his hips back and forth.
Jerking to slam back against his pelvis then thrusting forward desperately into his hand without an ounce of shame. An ounce of embarrassment. It was such a shamelessly thing that he found himself groaning lowly in his throat at his husband who moaned back at him loudly. Tightening his hand on that throbbing erection in his grasp he knew his husband was going to come. Any moment. Any single one could be it. And he needed to get him over that hump.
He angled his hips again only to have his husband throw his head back on a shrill wail. Jolting, jerking, twisting. His husband was writhing beneath him when he thrusted into him again. And again. Keeping the angle to hit at his prostate as the man jerked and jolted beneath him with the pleasure it no doubt gave. Loving how his body twisted and arched, hips jutting back and hands gripping the blankets as if he had to keep from floating away.
Keep from drifting off. It was so fucking hot. To think their first challenge, they'd shut the laptop and forgotten about the videos all together but this time? This time it felt new. This time it felt like it was the first time. And he loves that so damn much as he chased after that fluttering spark in his lower stomach. Chasing it down with an eagerness, an excitement, knowing that while he didn't want this to end once he caught that spark it'd be the end of things.
He was clawing his way up the mountain whether he wanted too or not but he was going to ensure that his husband came first. That he got off just as hard as he did. The moans from the video playing had him looking up briefly. Watching himself fuck Shouta, the way his own body arched and rolled with hips moving like that was mesmerizing. It was odd watching himself from a third person perspective but it was mesmerizing all the same to watch it.
All the little twitches and movements he missed when they were in the moment together. He huffed as he tugged on his husband's hip to get him to come back harder which earned him a keening moan spilling out of his husband in response. Jerking beneath him with each thrust into him as he clung to him with his hand stroking fast. His orgasm was mounting; it was like a slow building pressure as he clawed upwards on that mountain.
He bit at his lip with racing pants taken through his nose as he pounded into his husband when he felt Shouta's thighs tensing up. Felt them shaking with his husband gasping incoherently breaths that brought the faintest trace of words before they dissolved. And before he knew it, his husband was babbling his name at him in a string of breathy sighs. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi! It was absolutely amazing. Hearing his name being said like a prayer, a chant, a word, a reason.
Like he was a king, a God, an avenging angle. A curse. A plea. And God help him if his teeth didn't rake over his lip with a gasp of his own as inner walls began to clench up tightly around him. Tighter. Harder. Growing so damn tight it was an effort to thrust into the black-haired man but he didn't mind it one damn bit as he made sure he hit at his prostate with each thrust. Those inner walls were throbbing around him leaving him gasping as he listened to his own voice raising higher with each moan.
Each groan. Chanting out a line of Shouta, Shouta, Shouta, Shouta! A breathless shout as he clung to his hip, stroking him in time with his pounding thrusts while his husband cried out beneath him. Twisting and squirming as he pounded into him eagerly when he felt his husband's erection throbbing wildly in his grasp. He was dancing on that precipice; he was at the top of his mountain. Dancing that knife's edge. He was right there but he just needed Shouta to get off.
He needs Shouta to come with him before he could come. Leaning forward slightly as he pounded into his husband, he wanted to whisper it was okay. That he could come. That he can do it. All he wants is to do that for his husband at least as he pounded into him with a spark racing down his back but he couldn't. Not when his own thighs were shaking as they began to tense up much like his stomach that flexed and tensed with his eyes rolling back on him.
Eyelids fluttering shut as his glasses rested on the tip of his nose with his mouth hanging open with rasping pants. Pounding away at his husband with a strength he dared to use as he stroked him fast, fast, fast with that hard strength to get his husband rocking on his knees. His erection was throbbing erratically; it was maddening. It was completely, utterly maddening. And before he knew it, his husband was tensing up beneath him with his head being thrown back with a wail tearing out of him.
Loud, loud, loud. It was so loud as his husband bucked into his hand desperately with his erection pulsing in his grasp. And he was done. Done, done, done. He was tipping right over that edge as he slammed himself into his husband to grind frantically against him. Grinding his teeth together with a growl snapping out of him at the tight squeeze of his husband around him. Pulsing, gasping, shaking. Stiff, stiff, stiff.
He was shaking under the rush of white-hot heat racing up his thighs with sparks exploding into his stomach. Coming, coming, coming. It was a white-hot heat meant to blaze. Meant to choke. It was meant to stiffen him up and leave him shaking in its wake as it tore him apart. Suspending him in a white-hot state that felt like an eternity. Felt like a century. He held his husband's pulsing erection in his hand as come spurted onto his skin so damn hard he swore he could hear it.
Gasps were taken by his husband, by himself through his teeth, and he couldn't stop himself from growling again as he grinded against his husband. Tight circle as those inner walls throbbed around him as if to coax him to come. As if coaxing another pulsing throb, another spurt of come, another moment longer. It was driving him crazy. He swore he'd never come harder. And the moans, groans, whines and whimpers of the video playing filled the quiet as they both came.
And then his husband was slumping beneath him with a shaking exhale as he came down from his orgasm. He knew it was only seconds but it felt like an eternity. Like a century. Held in that white-hot state that left him drowning, drowning, drowning. But that white-hot heat that tore him apart began to claw out of him. Ebbing out of him in a wave that had him shaking as he leaned onto his hand to keep from falling on top of Shouta. To avoid rubbing his come into the blanket.
There was a weak movement then the tap of the space bar cutting off the video. He had to focus. Had to move. He pulled his hips back slowly as his husband whimpered at him but he pulled out of the black-haired man carefully. Slickly. He shuffled back then rolled Shouta over onto his back who flopped over without so much as a word as the bed bounced. His arm coming up to rest across his sweaty forehead as he panted raggedly.
He damn near came on his chest from how hard he'd come. It had him shivering when he crawled to the edge of the bed to tug the condom off of himself with shaking fingers. Doing his best to tie the slick rubber off as it snapped at his shaking fingers until he growled under his breath then tossed the used thing into the trash. Grabbing the wipes, he opened the top with a crack then tugged out a few wipes that he used to quickly clean himself off.
Grabbing fresh wipes and crawling towards his husband. The black-haired man panted as he looked over at him lazily as he began to scoop his come off of his chest and stomach carefully then used a fresh wipe to scrub at his skin. Suds forming around his fingers as he did so until he was satisfied his husband was perfectly clean. Or as clean as one could get with wipes. He crawled to the edge of the bed to toss the wipes into the trash with a rustle.
Then turned to make his way back to his husband who held a hand out. Fingers opening and closing with that silent plea for him to come closer. He happily crawled over then flopped to the side with an arm snaking around his husband's stomach as his right thigh wedged itself between his thighs. An arm snaking around his shoulders as he pressed his lips to Shouta's feverish cheek. Kissing softly at it again and again with the black-haired man sighing out sharply as his hand buried itself into his hair gently.
And then lips were pressing to his face in response as his glasses threatened to slip off of his sweaty face. He didn't care if they did or didn't. He cuddled himself into Shouta's side as he clutched the black-haired man close to his chest. Kissing at that red facing adoringly; his cheeks, cheekbones, scars, his eyelid, the arch of his brow. His jaw. His forehead. The side of his nose. Kisses that were turned to him in response with such adoration that he found himself giggling breathlessly at the kisses placed on his face.
The hand in his hair scratched at his head. Their noses bumped together then they were nuzzled gently together with breathless giggles leaving himself and a breathless laugh leaving Shouta. He felt the arm tightening around his shoulder as he cuddled up to his panting husband as he took shaking pants of his own. It was amazing quiet in the aftermath when he felt fingers moving to scratch at him again. He then wiggled his hand between his husband's back and the mattress gently.
Kneading at his husband's lower back to bring his husband some type of comfort. Something to relax him just a bit as he kissed softly at his husband's cheek again with his arms tightening around his husband. Holding him close as he cuddled up to his side happily. He then rested his forehead against his husband with a satisfied sigh making its way out of him as he cuddled up to his husband. Tightening his arms around him when he felt Shouta's forehead nuzzle his own gently to which he nuzzled back.
"So tha-that was the hottest fu-fucking thing ever!" Shouta's voice was a breathless, husky sound when he grinned widely at the awed tone of his husband's as he nuzzled his forehead to his own. Cuddling up to him when Shouta tightened his own arms around him with fingers plucking at his sweater idly and he hummed softly when his husband sighed out. "I don't kn-know about you bu-but I think I can see my-myself doing that again! It was de-definitely interesting, I ca-can say that much, lo-love!"
"Good! Be-Because I definitely wa-wanna do somethin' like this again!" He replied breathlessly with a laugh as he kneaded gently at his husband's lower back when he pulled his forehead from Shouta's with their noses skimming together. Nuzzling his nose to Shouta's again, he couldn't help a giggle when he felt his husband nuzzling back gently with arms tightening around him. "Tha-That was ridiculously hot! Go-God, do I fuckin' love you, baby! I lo-love you so fucking much! Tha-That was the hottest thing ever!"
"I love yo-you too, Zashi! Or sh-should I say Daddy?" He felt a shiver race down his back when the hand in his hair tightened with fingers gripping his hair as his nose skimmed his again with lips just bare inches away. His breaths washing over his lips had him swallowing when his husband turned in his arms with his left leg swinging up to curl around his waist. His heel digging into his lower back with fingers clutching his hair causing his head to tilt as lips pressed to his jaw. "I don't know 'bout you but-"
"Oh, I-I got another rou-round in me! Daddy wo-would hate to disappoint you, baby! On-Only question is if you can keep up!" He twisted himself close to the black-haired man who chuckled lowly in his throat with lips trailing over his jaw. Kissing over it down towards his throat when his husband was pushing at him causing him to roll onto his back with Shouta straddling his waist. He was more than happy to spend a night lost in this man. And lips came down on his with such passion it truly knocked him right off his feet.