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"He isn't scary," Shinsou insists.
Aizawa does not even bother to look up from where he is grading. His red pen makes short, deft marks on the papers while tired eyes scan it for mistakes through his smudged reading glasses.
Shinsou sits on the sofa beside him, holds his Switch on his knees, then scoots closer to lay his head on the Aizawa's shoulder. Invading his space to try and drag a conversation from the man. "Have you even brought it up to Hizashi?"
"First name basis, are we?" Aizawa drawls as he turns the page and begins the process again.
"Shouta," Shinsou groans and rubs his face against the man's shoulder. "Talk to me."
Aizawa sighs as he finally caps his pen. "I am listening to you, 'Toshi." He assures. "I don't know what you want me to say?" He turns to give his young partner more of his attention. The boy's sweetly sad puppy dog pout melts any annoyance he has inside. He slips his arm around the boy's waist and kisses his temple, "No sulking," he scolds softly.
Shinsou smiles and preens as Aizawa nuzzles into his hair, pleased that he finally has his dom's full attention. "I'm not," he assures as he tilts his head back to kiss under the scruffy jaw. "But have you talked to Hizashi? About me getting to play with him?"
Aizawa sighs, "A little," he admits. "We didn't get far on the topic. He doesn't think you've got enough training and experience. And," He quickly adds as he can see Shinsou's indignant look and opening mouth. "And. I agree with him. 'Zashi is a very different dom than I am."
"I know," Shinsou groans, his sulking growing exponentially. "We've talked about it. He's more sadistic."
Aizawa snorts, unable to fight off his soft, adoring smile at Shinsou's sass. "You say that as if you know what it means," He chuckles. The arm around Shinsou's waist tightens up while he sets the papers aside and replaces them with Shinsou's pouting frame. "Come here, come to daddy," he murmurs.
Shinsou turns to face Aizawa properly, abandoning his Switch on the sofa cushions. He pouts still as his hands grip the front of the man's shirt. "Liar."
Aizawa cocks his head. "Hey now," he takes hold of Shin's forearms and squeezes softly. "I have never, ever, lied to you. Ever." He reminds.
Shinsou sniffs, "Did."
Aizawa was not amused by this behavior and hoped he could untangle it quickly before it escalated. "Look at me, Hitoshi."
Shinsou's eyes slowly pull up from his hands to hold Aizawa's gaze.
"Good boy," Aizawa praises, trying to soften Shinsou. "You are trying to rile me up. What are you upset about?"
Shinsou whines in his throat, "You said you'd get Hizashi to play with me. You said you'd talk to him," he accuses.
Aizawa shakes his head, "I said I would talk to him about it. We did. This tantrum will not change our decision."
Shinsou groans and sinks down, pillowing his cheek against Aizawa's chest.
Aizawa lets go of the boy's arms and instead wraps them around Shinsou to hold him close against his chest. "Why are you so hung up on this, Hitoshi?"
Shinsou shrugs lamely. "I like him," he says, "Alot. And I want to try different things. You talk about all this 'exploration' you did when you were young. So I want to try new stuff too. But...I don't want to go out to clubs or find strangers." He grips Aizawa tighter. "I want to stay here."
Aizawa sighs and drops his head down on top of Shinsou's, burying his face into the wild purple hair. "Okay," He says after a moment. "I will talk to him again tonight and explain things. I am sure he will be understanding. I can't force him, though, we have to respect his boundaries, and he may really be against playing with you yet."
Shinsou perks up, "Yeah? Really? You mean it?" His smile is bright with excitement and hope. "You'll tell him he really should give me a chance?"
"Yes...and the other parts too," Aizawa squeezes Shinsou.
"Yeah yeah, I heard you," Shin laughs a little.
Aizawa smiles at the sound. "My little brat," he grumbles before quickly flipping them to pin Shinsou down on the sofa cushions. "Throwing tantrums, eh?"
Shinsou smiles innocently at Aizawa, "What do you mean, daddy?"
--
"Really? This again?" Hizashi raises one sharply manicured brow at his husband. "He really has you wrapped around his finger, huh?"
"In knots," Aizawa grumbles as he rubs his face. "But." He breathed out to calm himself and remember what he wanted to say. "He and I talked more this time, and I better understand what it is he's wanting. And," Aizawa shrugs. "I agree."
Hizashi stops where he is slicing vegetables and turns to face Aizawa. "Really?" He looks his partner over slowly. "He tricked you."
"No. Nothing like that," Aizawa assures while he finishes setting up the hot pot in the middle of their little table. "He was candid with me. He had heard us talking about all the wild things we used to do when we were younger, and he wanted to experience more. More than I really can supply."
"I can teach you," Hizashi purses his lips.
"Hizashi," Aizawa turns to face his husband, trying to not get short. "He talked about how much he liked you and wanted you to give him a chance."
That stops the blonde for a moment, rendering him into a moment of rare silence.
"Yeah," Aizawa nods to agree with the stunned quiet around them. "Hitoshi really does adore you, Hizashi. He wants a chance." He moves closer and slowly takes his husband's hands to untangle his crossed arms. "Are you not interested in him?"
Hizashi scoffs, "Oooh Sho'. Don't be cheeky," he shakes his head. "Not a good look on you." He falls quiet again for a moment. "Well. Of course, I adore the little thing."
"I understand that," the corner of Aizawa's mouth starts to go up. "He's cute when he causes trouble."
"Like he worms his way into your heart. Don't even notice he's there till I'm at the store, thinking, 'oh wouldn't Hitoshi look cute in this sweater? Wouldn't Hitoshi like this trinket? Doesn't Hitoshi deserve a little treat?'" The blonde rolls his eyes and shakes his head like he might dislodge the boy from his brain. "What a mess he has made of us."
"Such a mess," Aizawa kisses Hizashi's cheek. "So?"
"Fine...Fine!" Hizashi pulls his hands free to throw them up. "I will give him a chance. He deserves for us to try to be flexible and accommodating to him after all. He does give us quite a lot of himself."
"So much," Aizawa agrees as he smiles lovingly at Hizashi's flustered appearance. Still, his trained eyes could catch the edges of excitement growing around the man.
"But," Hizahsi points at Aizawa, "You will be there too. You will have to watch me dom him and remain level-headed to support and assure him. He is your little stray, after all."
"Of course," Aizawa agrees, having expected as much. "This weekend."
Hizashi squints for a moment as he considers his schedule before nodding. "Yeah, this weekend is fine. Will you see him Friday while I'm at the studio?"
"I will," Aizawa nods.
"Good. Have him stay the night, and you spend Friday night drilling him on his foundations and basics. Posture. Obedience. Manners," Hizashi counts his list out on his manicured fingers. "I am not trying to train a puppy."
Aizawa holds his palms up. "I understand, 'Zashi," he assures. "He will be on his best behavior."
Hizashi snorts before turning back to his cutting board. "We will see how good that really is."
--
Friday night, when Shinsou followed Aizawa home to the familiar apartment, the older man broke the news. Shinsou had been almost overly excited as he peppered his dom in kisses and asked a million questions. He had been less eager to learn that his prerequisite was to drill on the basics all evening. But, even though he insisted he did not need to review things like how to kneel, how to speak correctly, or just simply be patient, Shinsou did it anyway. With minimal complaining.
It helped that after a bit of heel training, where Aizawa's fingers were often buried in his hair to rub against his scalp as he spoke soft praises, Shinsou began to sink deep into subspace. So much so that Aizawa decided to keep Shinsou there in his comfortable warmth for the rest of the night. His sweet pet kneels on the living room rug during dinner, lavished in praise as he is fed bites of sushi.
"My good boy," Aizawa murmurs as he uses a napkin to wipe a drop of soy sauce off Shinsou's cheek. "You are so beautiful," he continues on while picking up the soda can with the straw and holding it down between his knees so Shinsou could lean forward for a drink. "So sweet. So good for me."
Shinsou feels each word of praise wash over him. After hours of it, it feels like he is laying on warm, smooth beach sand while cool ocean waves wash slowly over him. First, the sun above warms him, adoring obedience heating him from the inside. Then the ocean reaches up to refresh his skin as Aizawa's words lavish him with love and peace.
"I love you," Shinsou says. His first spoken words in nearly an hour.
Aizawa chuckles and cups Shinsou's cheek to slowly pet him. "I love you too, my sweet boy." His chopsticks pluck another tuna roll from their tray, and he easily rests it on Shinsou's waiting tongue. "Perfect," he breaths.
Hizashi returns home from the studio a few hours later as his night show transitions to another host's late-night show.
"Well, well, well," He approaches the couple in the living room, impressed at the scene in front of him. Shinsou was in a beautiful kneel with his own leash held carefully in his teeth. The young boy was kept perfectly still and silent, but even still, Hizashi could see the eagerness written clear on his face. "What a lovely look on you."
Shinsou tilts his head up but does nothing more.
Hizashi settles on the sofa next to Shouta, ignoring Shinsou as he puts his arm around his husband's shoulders and pulls him in for a lazy kiss. "Mm, hello. "
"Welcome home," Aizawa greets in a low tone. His hands rest on his knees, but he lazily waves down for a moment.
Hizashi raises one brow at the sneaky move. "He can't sit patiently for a minute without your immediate reassurance?"
"He," Aizawa fights a flush at being called out so readily, "is excited. No need to set him up for failure."
"Not giving him my immediate attention is setting him up for failure?" Hizashi sinks back into the sofa.
"Zashi," Aizawa says softly. "He is doing very well."
Hizashi assumes those kind words were not really meant for him. He glances over at Shinsou again. The boy had that look in his eyes that he often does when really submitting. Looking at Aizawa like the man had hung the stars just for him. Shinsou could even be seen smiling around his leash. Glowing at those very benign words of hidden praise.
When Shinsou catches Hizashi looking at him again, he thrusts his leash up into the air again. An exuberant offer to Hizashi. Take my leash. Take me. Have me. Take control.
"He's doing fine," Hizashi drawls. He slowly leans forward now, hands folded in his lap, getting a closer look at Shinsou. "We are not doing shit tonight, puppy. Understand?"
Shinsou nods firmly, unable to speak but holding steady eye contact.
"We will talk. That is it. All of us together."
Shinsou nods again, quicker this time.
"And if you get fussy or whiney because you can't have everything you want? I will get up and leave. I am not your daddy. I won't listen to it." He raises one brow. "Am I understood?"
Shinsou nods fervently and scoots forward on his knees to offer the leash yet again.
"Aah," Hizashi holds a finger up. "What is this? Where did you get permission to move? If I wanted you any closer to me, I would have told you."
Shinsou sinks down a bit, his eyes leaving Hizashi to flicker over to Aizawa. Should he hold still? Back up again? Why wouldn't Hizashi take his leash?
Aizawa had winced as soon as Shinsou had moved but now gives the boy a quiet hand sign to settle down. Hold still. Be calm. Breath.
Shinsou takes a deep breath through his nose and looks back up at Hizashi, staying right where he was.
Hizashi blinks with a tired, unimpressed look. "Daddy make you feel all better?" He coos teasingly.
Shinsou flushes at the demeaning question, confused and nervous, but he decides to be obedient and nod. Yes. Yes, daddy had made him feel better.
Hizashi sighs and shakes his head as he reaches out to finally accept the leash.
Shinsou eagerly straightens up and lifts his head high a final time to offer it up and let the leather easily be plucked from his teeth.
"Well," Hizashi holds it loosely in his hand, "You didn't drool on it too much."
Shinsou has to fight the urge to snark back so that he wouldn't have drooled if Hizashi had been any quicker. But he bites his tongue and keeps quiet.
Hizashi snorts. "Ooh, how naughty were those words you're chewing? Hmm?" He says as he watches the indignant pout growing on Shinsou's face. But the boy remains quiet. "Well. At least you have some level of control."
Aizawa speaks up again now when he can see the two are just pushing each other's buttons. "He's been down for a few hours now. He's done amazing, but he's likely getting tired. It's late."
"You're full of excuses for him," Hizashi sighs. "I haven't told him to do a single thing. Instead, he's struggling to just sit still and quiet."
Aizawa sighs softly. Hizashi wasn't exactly untrue, after all.
"I am tired," Shinsou speaks up to agree. When both men look at him, he gives them a tired little pout. "Tired," he repeats.
Aizawa nods, "I know, sweetheart."
Hizashi snorts. "Alright. I still haven't asked anything of you. But you're too tired to just...sit? I am having a hard time getting past that alone."
Shinsou deflates and hangs his head. "Sorry," he mumbles.
"Forgiven," Hizashi sighs, feeling that the boy would continue to sulk if he did not verbally assure him.
"Can I come on the sofa now? With you two?" Shinsou peeks up through his lashes and clasps his hands in front of himself. Begging.
Hizashi rolls the leash in his hand. "Why not." He drawls. "You aren't doing much down there anyway."
Shinsou turns his head to check with Aizawa, who is already holding a hand out to help him to his feet. He immediately grabs it and lets his dom pull him onto the sofa between the two men.
"I've got you, love," Aizawa assures as he tucks a blanket around Shinsou. "Tired?"
"Little bit," he admits. "But we're going to talk."
Hizashi crosses one leg over his knee and keeps hold of the leash. "We are." He agrees. "We have important things to cover that I need to make sure you know and have understood and agreed to before I will dom you."
Shinsou tucks the blanket around himself before giving Hizashi his full attention. "I'm listening."
Hizashi purses his lips, amused at the determined look on the boy's sweet little face. "Alright."
--
The following afternoon, after breakfast, homework, sofa cuddling naps, and lunch, Shinsou was stuck with a task he was not pleased with. He knelt at the living room coffee table with a notebook while copying lines. He was alone as the two older men had retreated to the bedroom to 'prepare.'
"But," Shinsou had complained when Hizashi had set the notebook on the table. "I haven't done anything! Why am I in trouble?"
"I never said you were in trouble. I said, write lines," Hizashi said flatly. "And don't stop till I say."
Shinsou whined in his throat as he looked at the offensive pen being held out to him. "But why?"
Hizashi raised one eyebrow. "Because. I said so."
Shinsou felt a shiver deep in his belly at the tone Hizashi had managed with only three simple words. He had quietly accepted the pen and turned his pouts to face the paper instead. The same paper he is now looking at as he slowly writes his line over and over.
There was part of this that was just an exercise in obedience. He was doing this because Hizashi had said to. He was not supposed to need a more significant reason for his tasks or his obedience other than Hizashi Said So.
'I am a calm and obedient pet. My masters care for me and will keep me safe. I am a calm and obedient pet. My masters care for me and will keep me safe. I am-'
The first few times Shinsou had written this line out, his face had burned, and his tummy had squirmed. Sure, these words were valid for the most part. He was generally calm. He was ...capable of obedience. But it was the second part that had filled him with butterflies. Masters. His masters cared about him.
True. That was true. He knew in his bones that Shouta and Hizashi cared for him as much as he cared for them. And they would keep him safe. Of course. But to write it out like this while knowing Hizashi had felt that these words were so important that he should drill them into his head?
Well. It actually made obedience more complicated when all he wanted to do was go to the two men and cling to them. Cover them in kisses. Say all the nervous but loving things that were clouding his head with need. A need for love and closeness. He wanted to be held so badly right now.
When he looks up from his notebook only to see how very alone he was, so alone he couldn't even hear Shouta and Hizashi in their room down the hall, he sinks down a bit. He looks at his notebook and then all around. He'd been a good boy yesterday, and one of his tasks had been to clean up before Hizashi came home. That seems to have backfired because now there wasn't a plushie or a dirty Aizawa sweater strewn about. He even peers under the sofa though he had distinctly remembered when he had found a dino stuffie hiding under there. It was now in a basket in the hall closet with the others.
'Very good boy, cleaned up all your toys' Aizawa had spoken with such warmth last night as he had tucked that basket away.
Shinsou wishes he had been just a little less thorough now. Instead, he looks at his notebook again and starts to write once more, trying to lose himself in the repetitive task to see if he could find subspace and warmth there. Find peace in simple obedience.
But what was obedience without praise?
Shinsou continues to write, his penmanship getting sloppy until he rests his head on the table with the notebook. At that point, his lines begin to run slanted and odd on the paper. His writing could be mistaken for a man going slowly drunk and not just a sulking boy.
"Hitoshi," Hizashi calls out across the apartment.
Shinsou scrambles to his feet and is already heading down the hall when the following words come.
"Bring your notebook."
His socks skid on the hardwood as he stops. He groans softly and trudges back to grab the notebook and bring it to Hizashi.
When Shinsou comes into the master bedroom, Hizahsi and Shouta are standing together and talking softly.
Hizashi looks over, "What? Why are you pouting already?" He asks, mildly exasperated.
Shinsou hands the notebook over, "I'm not pouting," he defends.
"It is all over your face," Hizashi wiggles a manicured nail in the direction of Shinsou's face.
Shinsou leans away a bit. "I am not," he insists.
"Hitoshi-," Hizashi narrows his eyes a fraction, "Don't lie to-."
"I am not." Shinsou cuts Hizashi off.
After that, the note of silence in the room had Shinsou wilting where he stood. The look Hizashi was leveling him with made his insides crawl. He grips his hands tightly together against his squirmy belly.
"Well," the boy mumbles. "I wasn't lying."
Hizashi was about to open up and lay into the boy and work him down to size when Aizawa stepped past him.
Aizawa steps up to Shinsou and rests on hand under the balled-up mess of the boy's fingers. "You weren't lying," he agrees. "But you were rude."
Shinsou relaxes a bit when Aizawa believes that he has not been lying. "I don't lie."
Aizawa nods, "We don't lie." he agrees. "You are a very good boy about your words being true. But you were rude," he repeats.
"I'm sorry," Shinsou shuffles his feet before peering around Aizawa towards Hizashi. "I am. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect you like this. I just-," he looks down at the floor. "I don't lie."
Hizashi could see he had struck a cord now and told himself to calm down. He unruffles his feathers, breaths for a moment, and calms. "I accept your apology, Hitoshi. Thank you," he nods. "I will not be so hasty to call you a liar in the future."
"Thank you." Hitoshi gives a little bow. Ever since these two had let him join them, they had impressed upon him the importance of being open and honest with one another. That this could never work without that. He had worked so hard to always be as honest as possible; he felt he deserved the recognition and respect for that. Even when words had escaped him, he had explained himself to Shouta with the words he did have until the man could understand and give him better words.
Hizashi nods. "Okay. So you weren't pouting," he agrees. "What was the look on your face about then?"
Shinsou is quiet at first, though his face showed how he was carefully sorting through all his words to speak clearly and respectfully. Which he does. "I was..sad..when I was in the living room. I think you saw that?"
"You were sad?" Hizashi frowns slightly. "Why is that?"
Shinsou knew this answer far too well. A feeling he was intimately familiar with. "Lonely," he says softly.
Hizashi watches as Aizawa puts a hand on the boy's back and begins to soothe him. He knew that loneliness was something that Shinsou, their little orphan, struggled with. A sort of dangerous, gnawing loneliness.
"We were just here in the room," Hizashi points out.
"I know," Shinsou bites his lip. "It's silly."
"Never," Aizawa shushes.
"I'm okay," Shinsou looks up at Aizawa and places a hand on the man's chest. He smiles softly. "I am. I'm already feeling better."
Aizawa strokes Shinsou's bangs off his face for a moment before nodding. "Alright." He kisses the boy's temple. "Be good for Hizashi," he says before stepping away.
Shinsou nods in assurance that, of course, he would be good and then gives Hizashi his full attention. "I'm fine now," he assures the blonde. "I'm used to lines being for punishment, so the wires were all crossed in my head."
"Ah," Hizashi nods and looks down at the notebook. "I am guessing that is also the explanation for this?" He asks before holding up the sloppy, slanting page.
Shinsou gives a sheepish smile and nods. "Yeah. Exactly. You've got it."
"Don't be a smart ass," Hizashi decides to just let this moment pass. No good to dwell any longer. He tosses the notebook on top of his dresser and instead grabs the small plastic bin in which he has put a few toys. Cleanliness and organization were necessary for scenes.
Aizawa goes to sit himself in the chair and settles there. He would be present, but he would be mostly quiet and keep his space. Observe Hizashi and be silent support for Shinsou, should he need it.
Shinsou glances back at Aizawa and smiles at him before facing Hizashi again. He is glad to know that his dom is nearby while he gets ready to follow Hizashi instead.
"Undress," Hizashi instructs as he sets the bin on the bed and pokes through it. Then, he fishes Hitoshi's collar out.
Hitoshi pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it into the hamper by the closet. When he looks over, he sees Hizahsi holding his collar and eagerly steps up to bow his head.
Hizashi just looks at Hitoshi for a moment before sighing. "I said undress. You can have it after you have obeyed."
Shinsou flushes and mumbles an apology as he quickly finishes undressing. Sweats. Briefs. Socks. All of it goes into the hamper before he returns to Hizashi. He gives the man an apologetic look and bows his head again.
Hizashi wordlessly places the collar, checks the tightness with two fingers, then turns back to the bin.
Shinsou waits for a beat before quietly reaching up and smoothing his hand along the back of the collar, where it rests on his spine. Mimicking Aizawa's own touch, that would always take a moment to caress him and tell him how lovely he looked in his special collar. When he lifts his head, he sees that Hizashi is looking contemplative over his bin of gathered items.
His features are sharp and delicate; his hair is pulled back, with small bits falling on his face. The sun in the covered windows is glancing off his pale cheek as if to accent his features.
Shinsou smiles at how beautiful the man is and steps in closer, where he presses himself up against Hizashi's side. He wanted a closer look at the man's features; he wanted contact and attention, and he wanted to see what was in the bin.
"What are you thinking about?" Shinsou asks. Usually, Aizawa would explain the things he was considering. But, even if his dom rarely sought his input, sometimes he would let Shinsou say his thoughts on things.
Hizashi side-eyes Shinsou as the boy rubs against him like a cat. "I am thinking that you are very nosey," he says matter of factly. "Go kneel." There were things in the bin that, if seen all together, could easily overwhelm and spook Shinsou. He needed to keep things steady and calm, and this was not helping.
Shinsou looks kicked for a moment as he steps away. "Y...Yesir," he says as he takes a few steps back and kneels in a familiar spot towards the center of the room. He glances over at Aizawa then, wanting to apologize for embarrassing his dom.
But Aizawa just smiles encouragingly. He could tell the two of them were feeling eachother out. Shinsou needed to remember that Hizashi was not much like himself.
Shinsou took that smile for all he could, letting it warm and soothe him inside. So he focuses instead on kneeling correctly with good posture. Back straight. Shoulders neat. Head bowed. Hands in his lap. He wants to show Hizashi that he and Aizawa had worked on his often sloppy posture, and he could kneel pretty now.
When Hizashi finally turns to face him, Shinsou makes sure to hold still and keep his posture. He takes a few careful breaths as the man crosses the space over closer to him and then squats down in front of him.
"Hitoshi?" Hizashi tilts his head as he watches Shinsou. He could see how much effort and focus the boy was putting into just kneeling there. It was odd. Why was he struggling so much?
Shinsou lifts his head then with a hopeful smile already on his face. "Yesir?"
"Are you alright?" Hizashi asks.
"Yeah," Shinsou nods quickly. "Yesir."
"Nervous?" He asks with a bit more amusement in his tone.
Shinsou flushes and slowly nods.
"Cat got your tongue?" Hizashi asks as he rests a hand on Shinsou's bare thigh and slowly pets the pale skin.
"Yesir," Shinsou mumbles. He swallows tightly; his thighs twitch just slightly wider, but he holds still. Hizashi's lacquered and manicured nails feel new and teasing against his skin. It makes him shiver after a moment as goosebumps rush up his naked body.
"Oh, to be young and so easy to excite again," Hizashi sighs.
Shinsou follows Hizashi's eyes and finds what the man is watching. His cock was already growing hard as it reached up towards his belly.
Hizashi laughs a little as he uses one nail to trace a lazy pattern up the inside of Shinsou's leg. Then, avoiding his dick entirely, he draws teasing doodles on the boy's flat, soft belly. Finally, he watches that cock twitch as Shinsou's breath hitches.
"So sensitive. I've barely touched you at all," Hizashi shakes his head. "Is it because you're young or because you're just a little slut?"
Shinsou's eyes go wide at the question. He felt like his mind had flatlined at the words, and he stammers a few times before managing a lame, "I... I'm young. Sir."
Hizashi snorts. "Sure," He nods. If Aizawa had tried to answer like that, he'd have called his sub a liar. He would state that he knew for a fact that Shouta was a slut. But he wouldn't press that angle with Hitoshi. So instead, he tries something new.
"You're sure?" He asks as he trails his touch up to the boy's chest. He can feel Shinsou's heart hammering away against his sternum. Hizashi then uses one electric green nail to trace the outline of a single dusty nipple.
"What?" Shinsou swallows tightly and grips his knees. "Sure?"
"You're sure you aren't a slut," Hizashi speaks slow and clear, like talking to a child. Then, when Shinsou was so quick to try and answer again, he pinches the nipple and gives it a sharp tug.
Shinsou yips, but the pained sound is followed by a low moan. The soft pad of Hizashi's thumb covers the now hard nub and gently soothes.
"You are so eager to bark out any answer, puppy. Think for a moment." Hizashi coaxes.
Shinsou nods, "Yesir. I will think."
"Good," Hizashi purrs. "Now. Think about. Are you a slut?"
Shinsou swallows tightly, mostly confused by this whole moment. Why was Hizashi asking him this? Clearly, no was not the correct answer. But Shinsou didn't feel like a slut? He'd been with two other people before Aizawa and then no one else since him.
"No," Shinsou says after a moment. "Sir. Not a slut."
Hizashi sighs and drops his head to inspect what he is still holding in his other hand. A piece of metal he has been warming in his palm.
Shinsou's eyes flicker down to catch sight of a familiar piece of metal. Just the sight of it pulls a sad whine in his throat.
Hizashi glances up, "Oh hush," he scolds. "I don't trust you to not cum without permission, and I do not allow orgasms lightly. So you will be working for it today."
Shinsou swallows an anxious lump at the swift scolding, then nods that he understands. He could do this. He'd worn the cock ring many times now, and it didn't scare him. It was just so unfun and mean. Normally, he would tell Aizawa just that, but he didn't think Hizashi would find it as cute.
Hizashi reaches into the waistband of his yoga pants now to pull a small bottle from the tight black fabric. "Whining after I was so nice to warm all of this up for you." He tuts as he dabs bits of lube on the inside of the ring. "Spoiled. That's what you are. If not a slut, you are certainly spoiled."
Shinsou hangs his head a little at the words. He would agree that Aizawa and Hizashi spoiled him and that he adored it. He loved that he had people who gave him all their attention for once. He tried to be kind and grateful about it all. But clearly, his whining about unfun things was annoying to Hizashi.
Hizashi grasps the base of Hitoshi's cock without warning. This pulls a sharp gasp from the boy, who lurches slightly before correcting himself and going still. "Dramatic," Hizashi says before sliding the ring slowly to the base where it fits snugly.
Shinsou tries to pull himself from his thoughts about /how/ to act and wills himself to pay attention and behave better. Hizashi had barely done anything so far, and he felt like he was slowly sliding down a cliff, desperate to cling to the cold stone side.
Hizashi steps away when he sees Hitoshi doing some carefully practiced breathing. Good. It seemed Shouta had been teaching plenty of self-regulation skills.
Shinsou had grabbed and squeezed his knees when Hizashi had gripped his cock like that. He digs his short nails into the pale skin and holds perfectly still as he breaths. He expected that Hizashi, who was back at the bed now, might sit down and take his own cock out. He might touch himself for a minute before telling Shinsou to come use his mouth, probably with a snarky comment as well.
Shinsou was looking forward to that. He knew he could really use his mouth and had some skill there to finally please Hizashi. He could show off a little but still obey. Focus on a task. Hizashi would touch him, maybe pet him a little when he did particularly good. That would make the tightness in his gut and the almost fear-like nervousness leave his chest.
When Hizashi turns back around, Shinsou does not feel that sense of relief come to him. Instead, his gut drops, tightening further. He is vaguely worried he would get so anxious and his belly would get so tight that it would squeeze until it popped. However, Hizashi had not sat down to touch himself; instead, he had in one hand a dildo. It wasn't massive exactly, but it was large, and Shinsou was sure that there would be no room for it in his constricted belly.
Hizashi plucks the lube from his waistband once more as he watches the look on Shinsou's face. He looked so disappointed that it was almost comical. "What?" Hizashi asks as he steps up and holds out both the toy and bottle. "You didn't think you'd be getting my cock today, did you?" He teases.
Shinsou slowly reaches up to accept what was offered. "Well…I mean."
Hizashi rests his hands on his hips. "You will need to earn that, little one." He shakes his head. "That toy is very similar to myself. Show me that I can even fit."
Shinsou stares in disbelief at this order as he watches Hizashi finally perch himself on the foot of the bed. The blonde crosses one leg over the other before picking up his final object. A long, thin cane, which he rests over his lap.
A cold shiver rushes up through Shinsou's body at the sight of the cane. But then, he blurts without thought, "I didn't do anything!"
Hizashi raises one brow. "I never said you did?" He eyes the boy. "You certainly aren't doing anything at the moment."
Shinsou's eyes fall to what was in his hands as his mind catches up with the situation. Oh. Hizashi wants to watch him. Wants him to open himself and fill himself with the toy while the blonde watches from up there. Perched up on the bed, just out of reach.
Hizashi rolls the cane in his palm. "You are not here to be punished, Hitoshi." He assures. "Just think of it as a ..motivator."
Shinsou swallows tightly but nods as he moves his hands, making himself start his task. He could feel his breath getting shorter and his head getting light. Was this subspace? No. This wasn't quite right. He tells himself it is nerves, stage fright, basically, and that if he just starts moving, then things will get better.
Hizashi watches as Shinsou sets the toy down between his knees and focuses on the lube for now. At least he wasn't reckless like some of the young pups Hizashi had seen at clubs. Ready to force a toy into themselves while going on about enjoying the ache. Idiots. Instead, Shinsou slicks his fingers and sits up before reaching behind himself. The clean hand stays planted on the rug in front of himself. The room around them is quiet, so Hizashi can't help but smirk at the first wet sounds and how Shinsou shivers simultaneously.
Shinsou tries to focus on his breathing and getting more air into his chest, but he swears his hands are shaking. Even as he presses slick fingers against himself and beings to slowly slide inside, there was a distinct tremble in his palm. He keeps his head down, eyes watching the rug as he works slowly and diligently. He can feel both men's eyes on him. Their vision was burning through him now. Hot and critical against his cold skin.
"Ah," Shinsou gasps softly as one finger slides in deep. His toes curl, and his eyes move to look at his cock now. He had the distinct feeling that the ring was what was keeping him hard at the moment.
Why? Why was he failing like this? Could he go soft at any moment and make Hizashi think he wasn't interested? On the contrary, he thought Hizashi was beautiful, strong, intelligent, and painfully witty. So why did he want to crawl under the bed and hide suddenly?
He begins to work the second finger in and bites his lip. He has to dig his fingers into the rug and stop himself from reaching out to touch his cock, though he really thought maybe just a little pleasure would fix whatever was wrong in his mind.
Hizashi sees Hitoshi gripping the floor, his view of the boy's face blocked mainly by his hair. He laughs softly at the frustrated clawing he sees. The motions of a horny and needy boy.
Shinsou's head pops up when Hizashi makes noise. His eyes are wide, and his breath catches again. He feels woozy and tells himself to breathe, but as he sucks down a weak lung full, he swears Hizashi looks like someone else for a moment. Another man with long blonde hair. Shinsou hadn't seen that man's face in so many years. Hadn't heard his tobacco ruined voice or felt his dry, vice-like hands.
He had been nothing like Hizashi. Hizashi was beautiful. Hizashi loved him.
That man would get a check from the government for housing him every month. First, he'd called it slut money. Then, he'd celebrate it in his bed, dragging Hitoshi along.
Hitoshi had spent many years telling himself that it hadn't counted. Of course, that man hadn't counted for anything. But maybe it had made him a slut?
Shinsou coughs and tastes something bitter that burns his throat. Finally, he realizes he hadn't been breathing.
"Hitoshi?" Hizashi tilts his head. Why was the boy just... staring at him? He was trying to read the young sub, but he got confusing signals.
At the light prompt, Shinsou tells himself to work, do anything, and focus on anything that would pull him from those cold thoughts. He pulls his fingers from himself and grabs the toy on which he begins smearing lube with numb fingers.
"Hitoshi," Hizashi repeats. "Take your time," he says firmly. Why was the boy suddenly so eager? "Hitoshi," he hardens his tone as he watches Shinsou keep at his task.
Shinsou nearly drops the toy as he makes a mess of lube and numb fingers. "I'm fine," he assures. He was fine. Everything was okay. He places the toy behind himself, gripping the base tightly as he lines it up with his hole. He wasn't very open, but he needed something to focus on while his hands weren't working.
Hizashi watches Shinsou begin to sink down, frowning when he doesn't take a bit and rest. "Slow. Down. I will not tell you again."
Shinsou tried to speak, but his mouth was filled with bitter drool, and his eyes began to tear up. Was it the stretch? Did the ache make him cry?
Hizashi straightens up when he sees Shinsou drool onto himself, confused at that response entirely. He lifts the cane now, "Do not drool all over my floor," he says and wacks Shinsou on the thigh. A bright pink line meant to simply get this seemingly cock hungry boy to focus.
Shinsou jolts at the sharp pain that settles into a burning line on his skin. Fat tears fall from his eyes and onto his drool-damp lap. Hizahsi's words rattled around in his head.
He had fucked up again.
How?
His hands tremble as he drops the toy. He turns to try and grab it again, but as he twists, the world swims in his vision, and he loses sight of what was up or down.
Shinsou stumbles to his knees and catches himself on all fours to keep from dropping. Hearing both men speaking and starting to move, he opens his mouth to assure them he is okay. Instead, he snaps his jaws shut instantly as all his anxious feelings rush from his belly to his throat with a familiar burn. Something does come out anyway. A low, terrified sob.
Hizashi is already on his feet while Aizawa is scrambling the short distance.
Hitoshi feels hands on his face trying to get him to look up. He twists out of the touch and stumbles, on all fours, a few feet to the left, in the vague direction of the bathroom.
"Red," Aizawa barks as he tries to grab Shinsou around the waist.
"Yeah, no shit," Hizashi whispers as he pulls a blanket from the bed and goes to swaddle him.
Shinsou feels strong arms grab him as he attempts to flee, tears trailing down his face. The light pressure against his belly was the end of his composure as his whole body heaved. Acid burns his throat and nose as he loses his lunch across the rug. He wails after the first wave, body shaking, and then a second heave. Less came this time, only his muscles wretching out all the awful memories alongside a perfectly good meal.
Aizawa lurches back to dodge the mess and lets Shinsou work through the awful scene.
Hizashi watches in shock, feeling the color drain from his own face, but he manages to keep his own lunch and composure.
"F...food poisoning?" The blonde asks softly.
"I don't think so," Aizawa whispers.
Shinsou coughs to clear his throat, but tears rush into his airways. "Sorry," he wails. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he bawls. He had ruined the rug. Hizashi had just told him to not make a mess of the rug.
"Hitoshi, you are okay," Aizawa steps carefully around the mess of sick and gets his hands under Shinsou's arms. "Hitoshi, please just breathe. Don't apologize." He carefully lifts Hitoshi, not bothering to save himself or his clothes, and begins to march them into the bathroom.
Shinsou is shaking and heaving breaths. "Ruined rug," he croaks.
"Shhhh," Aizawa wasn't sure where Shinsou's head was, but it wasn't a good place. He carefully places him down in front of the toilet, for now, just in case. "Can you hold your breath for a second, my love? Please?"
Hitoshi grips the cold edge of the toilet and then holds his breath.
Aizawa reaches down, quickly twists, then slides the cock ring off. He immediately tosses it over his shoulder and into the sink. The other hand had gone right to Shinsou's neck to deftly unbuckle the collar. It gets left on the bathroom rug. "Okay. All done."
Shinsou sags down, and breaths out as the uncomfortable ache of his cock immediately begins to subside.
Hizashi is stood at the bathroom door, watching them, trying to figure out what has gone wrong.
Aizawa starts the shower. "How's your stomach?"
Shinsou swallows tightly before he answers. "Better. I...I think I'm done. I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about, my love," Aizawa begins stripping. "Let's have a shower. We can talk there or after. You'll feel better when you're clean."
Shinsou slowly sags down against the toilet and nods as tears rush up again. He felt filthy in a way that he couldn't entirely put to words. He hiccups and holds his hands out. "Please. Please! Shouta, please!"
Aizawa steps close again and leans down to kiss the top of Shinsou's head. "I'm right here, my beloved Hitoshi. I will make it all better."
"Please," Shinsou hiccups, "Please make it better."
Hizashi watches as Aizawa lifts Shinsou up, and they both step into the shower. He squeezes his hands into fists, worry, and guilt eating him from the inside. Then, he begins collecting Aizawa's soiled clothes from the bathroom floor, the collar, and the cock ring and goes back into the bedroom, closing the door to give them privacy.
"Idiot," He hisses to himself. "Should have checked in the moment he looked weird. Fuck. I should have checked in before that. God damnit."
--
The first part of the shower was just Shinsou and Aizawa sitting on the stone floor together, hot water rushing over them. Shinsou bawled as his cries echoed against the glass walls. Aizawa lets him cry it out for a minute, waiting till the worst of the shaking and tension has left the small body. He curses himself internally because he had noticed all that tension in Shinsou's back to begin with. He should have said something.
When the hard, almost angry cries turn miserable and shakey, Aizawa begins to softly shush Shinsou. "Shh shh, my boy. Breath with me. You will make yourself sick again."
Shinsou whimpers at the idea and slowly peers up. Relief washes over him when he sees only Aizawa there. His warm, dark eyes and familiar features. No one else clouded him.
Aizawa smiles softly. "There is my sweet boy. Breath with me." He takes one hand and begins slowly mimicking his own breath.
In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out.
Shinsou does the same and follows Aizawa's breathing instructions until his crying ebbs away to sniffles. Then, he slowly leans into Aizawa's chest, unraveling the knot he'd tied his body into.
"My beloved," Aizawa whispers. "Are you okay?"
Shinsou sniffles and closes his eyes. "Yeah." He says softly. After another quiet moment of only the sound of water, he reaches and takes Aizawa's hand to hold against his chest. "Can I tell you something? About when I was little?"
Aizawa frowns slightly but nods. "Of course, 'Toshi. You can tell me anything."
"I had a foster dad," Shinsou starts. "Before the orphanage. I think...I think he was related somehow. Uncle?"
Aizawa nods slowly, ever so vaguely aware Hitoshi had not always been at the orphanage. "Alright."
Aizawa listens to Shinsou tell his story, unfolding the worst things he had ever heard the boy say. Aizawa lost the ability to respond with words after a few minutes. He could only nod and hold Shinsou tighter. He knew his voice would not come out with the kind and soft tone that his boy needed right now if he said anything. But if he did anything other than just hold Shinsou? He might have smashed right through the glass wall of the shower.
The story ends, and Aizawa sits quietly for a minute, swallows his temper, and speaks. "I could-."
"He left the country," Shinsou mutters. "He sent me to the orphanage and moved to Australia."
The very final way that Shinsou says that makes Aizawa realize that getting any sort of payback was not something Shinsou wanted to deal with. So he nods slowly. "I understand," he whispers.
Shinsou holds the hand tighter. "I...I'm not a slut."
Aizawa closes his eyes and curses everything he can think of. "You are not," he agrees. "No. Not even slightly. You are beautiful and amazing and so so brave. I love you so much, Hitoshi. You are perfect."
"He made me-."
Aizawa presses their foreheads together. "I love you. My perfect Hitoshi."
Shinsou looks into Aizawa's eyes for a moment before his sight is obscured with fresh tears. Then, finally, he nods and buries his face in the man's neck. "Love you," he whimpers. "Love you so much."
When the two of them finally left the bathroom over an hour later, the bedroom was very different. The windows are all open, and a fan is going. The furniture was all in the same spot, but the rug was gone entirely, leaving only the freshly mopped wooden floor below. The room smelled of hot evening air and lemony sanitizer.
The bed was stripped, but fresh sheets were on it, still a little warm from the dryer and smelling so sweet. Clothes were stacked in two neat piles on top.
Aizawa sets the pruney Shinsou on his towel on the bed and helps him dress.
Shinsou mumbles something about wanting ramen. Aizawa promises whatever he wants for dinner. Anything at all.
When they are both dressed, Aizawa sits on the bed next to Shinsou, and they just sit together, holding hands and quiet. Any sign of their recent mistake has been scrubbed from the room, literally. Aizawa isn't sure what the next move should be. Does Shinsou want to see Hizashi? How can he even begin to explain to his husband what had happened? Was it his place to tell? He had to explain to Hizashi Something about what had happened. He can only imagine that the blonde was worrying himself to death out in the apartment.
Aizawa looks at Shinsou. "Want to go ask Hizashi if he wants ramen for dinner?" He offers.
Shinsou swallows. "It wasn't his fault."
Aizawa sighs. "Hitoshi. It isn't that simple."
"It wasn't!" Shinsou snaps. "I...I love him too."
"And he loves you," Aizawa remains calm. "He will tell you a million times over. We will all need to talk about this soon, about what happened. Because...it was all of our faults."
Shinsou looks up at Aizawa, brow knitting slightly.
"We were in that scene together. As a group." Aizawa squeezes Shinsou's hand. "I should have given Hizashi better instruction and been more involved in your first time together. Hizashi should have been more attentive. You should have said something."
Shinsou drops his head.
"We are all at fault in a way." Aizawa wraps his arm around Shinsou's waist. "We have all learned a lot today, and in a really rough way."
Shinsou nods. "I'll say something next time."
"I'm glad to hear it, but we aren't going to discuss that at the moment. We need to assure Hizashi that things are okay and focus on healing. Then, we can talk about improving later. Can't improve wounds." He nuzzles into Shinsou's damp hair. "Have to heal them first."
Shinsou takes Aizawa's hand as they step off the bed and then follows him into the apartment.
Hizashi was down the hallway, rummaging in the linen closet. He, too, had changed clothes, and it looks like he may have washed his hair in the kitchen sink. He quickly stops his work of sorting away the bedding and turns to look at them.
Then, offering a slight smile, he asks an almost meek, "Feeling better?"
Shinsou lets go of Aizawa's hand and crosses over to Hizashi to press his face into the man's chest. "Hizashi." He croaks, his throat rough and aching. "I love you."
Hizashi is stunned as he wraps his arms around Shinsou. He looks at Aizawa, eyes wide and glowing dimly in the hall.
Aizawa smiles, exhausted, but nods.
"I love you too, sweetheart," He rubs Shinsou's back. "Love you so much."
Shinsou sniffles. "Can we get ramen and then, um, then we will talk about everything? When we feel better?"
Hizashi lets out a small laugh and holds tighter. "I would love some ramen, you precious little thing. And then I'd be so honored to talk with you." His hold on Shinsou softens, and he slides his hands to hold onto Shinsou's elbows instead. He slowly pulls back and then kneels so they are closer to eye level.
Shinsou stares at Hizashi just an inch below him with wide, wet eyes. "What?"
"Oh," Hizashi sighs, "I just wanted to look at you. So handsome."
Shinsou flushes before giving a nervous little laugh. "Don't be weird," he says as he turns his face away.
"Me? Weird?" Hizashi grins. "No, no. You are just the most handsome boy I have ever laid my eyes on."
Shinsou looks over his shoulder at Aizawa. "He's being weird!"
Aizawa comes up behind Shinsou to drape his arms over the boy's shoulders. "Maybe. But he's right."
Shinsou rolls his eyes but smiles.