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“Baby, what’s wrong?” Hizashi says as he walks into his and his husband's bedroom. His hair was in a half-up, half-down style with a man bun, light-washed black jeans that were slightly baggy yet clung to his legs, and a burgundy V-neck band tee. He had his glasses perched on his nose as he saw the other man lying on the bed, facing the opposite direction, slightly curled up on himself, with only the dim lamp on the bedside table being on.
Shota lay on top of the covers, body still, one might mistake him for being asleep, but Hizashi knew damn well the other wasn’t, since he heard no snoring, and Shota snores pretty loud.
Earlier, they had gotten back from hanging out with a couple of friends at the bar. They had recently gotten married about two months ago at the beginning of summer. It was a small wedding, per Shota’s request, since he didn’t want a big thing. Just intermediate family and close friends. This was their first time really going out as a married couple. Shota should’ve been happy, but he wasn’t.
He hates going out. If it were up to him, he would never even leave bed; he wouldn’t teach or do hero work, or probably even eat. He hates all social interaction; he hates being at a bar with drunk bodies and annoying loud music. He hates it, but this time, the social sense wasn’t the problem, fully.
He hated how some of their ‘friends’, or as Aizawa would say, ‘co-workers’, talked to Hizashi. How they asked him questions and bought him drinks for being a ‘newlywed’. How he laughed with them and interacted with others, like his husband wasn’t sitting right next to him, silently begging for his attention. That’s why Shota doesn’t like going out.
He doesn’t want to share his man.
But Hizashi didn’t do anything wrong, per se. He held the other's hand the whole time, tasted the other's drink before the other did, since he knows just how much alcohol Shota likes in his mixed cocktails, and wanted to make sure they were perfect. He did their tapping system. two taps while holding the other's hand under the table to make sure the other was still responsive and not maladaptive daydreaming, talking with Nemuri as he waits for two light taps back. Fuck, the other even made sure to take Shota to the bathroom two times so he could breathe and get space from Toshinori, since that man does not know how to handle his liquor.
But Shota was still annoyed; he just wanted to go home and curl up to his husband's side. To kiss and hug him in private. It was summer vacation, and he wanted to spend as much time with his husband as he could before he had to go back and teach those damn brats.
Shota isn’t a touchy person in public. It took months into the boys' relationship for Shota just to hold Hizashi’s hand in public; now, the most Hizashi could ever get out of the man in public was a quick peck when the other was distracted. But Hizashi didn’t mind. He understood that the other didn’t like pda and that was okay. He got to rail his husband later in bed, and kiss him as much as he wanted to as he listened to the black-haired man’s soft but strung-out moans and pants as he begged the other to stop because he’s going to cum, but not actually wanting to stop.
But Hizashi had checked on the other multiple times through the night; they even left early, and then got called a buzzkill from a super intoxicated Nemuri when Hizashi said that Shota was getting tired and wanted to sleep. I mean, it was getting close to twelve AM. So now, when Shota gave him the silent treatment on the way home, he didn’t know what was wrong.
Shota doesn’t say anything to the other; some would think that means to go away, but in their relationship, that means for Hizashi to keep bugging the other till he cracks. If Shota wanted to be left alone, he’d say that, not that Hizashi would leave him alone after that either, but Shota would voice it at least.
“Baby,” Hizashi says softly as he crawls onto the bed. He gets close to the other and lays down next to him, leaning his head over slightly so he can see the other face over his turned body that was still facing the opposite direction, “What’s wrong? Talk to me. What did i do and how can i make you feel better?” the blonde takes one of his hands and takes runs his fingers through some of Shota’s dark long hair that he’s grew out a little longer than usual.
“…” Shota mumbled something under his breath.
“What was that? You know my hearing isn’t the best, you’re going to have to speak up, love,” Hizashi says softly again, treating his husband with care, fingers still running through the other's soft locks.
“I missed you,” Shota mumbled out, a little louder this time. Shota was never one to speak his feelings, only doing so after getting comfortable with a person. He doesn’t want to seem needy or desperate; hell, Shota is never even one to necessarily initiate sex between the pair, the most he’d do is just kiss the man till he’s breathless, and Hizashi takes control.
But now? He misses his husband. Fuck, he’s missed his husband all night, even though the other was next to him the whole time, holding his hand and giving him reassuring taps. But he wants more, he wants to be dicked-down by the other, but he’ll never say that, he’s not that bold.
But luckily, Hizashi knows his husband and can catch on to the others' hints fairly easily,
“Missed me? Baby, I’m right here, aren’t I?” the blonde said with a smile, slightly teasing the other man, “Come on, turn around and face me. Don’t you miss me and want attention? I can’t give you that if you’re turned around,”
Shota sighed lightly as he maneuvered his body to face the other man, eyes still not looking at the other man. Shota hates how shy he gets sometimes, he feels like a stupid teenage girl ‘pick me’ who whines for a boy's attention. But he can’t help it, not when Hizashi feeds into it and knows exactly how to deal with him.
Hizashi's body moved closer to the other, head still perched up on his hand that leaned onto the top pillows of the bed as he smiled at the other and used his hand to tilt Shota’s chin up with a soft but firm grip, “Sho, look at me,”
Shota looked at the other, finally, seeing his husband and that smirk. That stupid, menacing smirk that basically already told him how this night would end,
“Do you want some attention, maybe? Did my talking to all those ‘extras’, as you like to call them, make you miss me? Even though I was holding your hand the whole time, hm?”
Shota loved when the other teased him, but right now, he was feeding off of it and hating it at the same time. Because Hizashi knows that he’s feeling jealous, and Shota will not go down in history for acting like a stupid, jealous husband, knowing the other man basically whispers a mantra on how much he loves Shota every morning and night, “I don't want your attention,” he muttered, lying through his teeth. Knowing that he was craving it, craving for the other to fuck him and mark him and call him his as he—
Then a groan slipped from his lips as he felt pressure on the bulge in his pants. Damn, did he get hard just from thinking about sex with Hizashi?
“Are you sure? Your body is saying different…” Hizashi smirks at the other, glasses on the bridge of his nose as he peers at the Shota as a breath falls from the black-haired man’s mouth. He palms the other slowly, almost too softly, giving his husband barely any stimulation, “Unless your body is sending mixed signals? If it is, I can stop, and we can just go to sleep—” the man starts to slip his hand away as he’s cut off, another hand grabbing his own,
“No—please,” Shota pleaded, holding the other's hand against his constricted cock in his jeans.
“So you do want attention?” Hizashi says, smirk still apparent on his smug face as he goes back to palming the other as he slowly bends his head into the Shota’s neck, leaving a couple of faint open-mouthed kisses there, until he leans up to the other's ear and whispers, “Come on, say it, baby. Tell me what you want so I can help you.”
Shota knows exactly what this man is doing. Hizashi always does this, always trying to get him to be more vocal about his sexual wants and needs, wanting the other to learn to know it’s okay to want to be intimate and horny. Shota was never really raised to understand all of the types of stuff, having given his virginity to his husband at eighteen years old, a whole year and a half after dating the other man, by the way, Hizashi found out that Shota’s family was super religious and didn’t even believe in having sex before marriage, let alone gay sex. Shota had even admitted to Hizashi that he never even touched himself before they had gotten together. But the two have made love a lot since then, like more than he’d probably like to admit, but he still gets shy in the beginning. Sometimes he doesn’t even take off his shirt during sex because he hates being completely nude in front of his husband, which is more of an insecurity thing on his part, even though the man has seen him completely naked and has taken showers with him, oh, and has sucked his dick.
“Zashi—” Shota slightly moaned out as the other gripped his clothed dick with more force, like he was waiting for Shota to break and give in to his own desires.
“I know, I know, tell me what you want, love, so I can make you feel even better,” the blonde whispered into his ear.
“Please, Zashi- I need you,” Shota whines out, trying his best to get his point across and hoping it will be enough to satisfy his husband, who has made him beg over and over again till he says the ‘right’ answer in times before this.
But today, Hizashi will give him some grace, “See? Was that so hard? Now I can fuck you till’ you’re sobbing,” he says into the others ear one last time, a chill running down shota’s spine as he knows the other has a crying kink and Shota feeds into it because he himself loves getting fucked so hard he’s reduced to tears.
Hizashi leans up to reach for the bedside table for a bottle of lube they always keep in there, silently reminding himself to buy more, seeing as it’s only a quarter full, but that will be enough for tonight. He grasps onto the bottle and throws it on the bed behind him, then stands as he takes takes off his belt, that falls to the floor, then his jeans are next, he wiggles his feet out of them and then pulls his band tee over his head, leaving himself in his boxers briefs, cock straining against the thin fabric, begging for some action. Hizashi watched as his husband slowly sat up on the bed, shimming off his own jeans but leaving his shirt and boxers on, not making eye contact with the other man.
Oh, so it’s one of those days, Hizashi thinks to himself, knowing the other must be feeling insecure since he’s not taking off his shirt. But the blonde doesn’t mind; his husband's comfort is all that matters to him. He does wish that Shota were more comfortable being completely nude, but he knows it’s not him. He just knows that he’ll have to praise his husband enough for him to get it through his head that he is the most beautiful and handsome man to ever walk this god damn earth.
Hizashi settles back down on the bed, sitting in the middle, back against the pillows and headboard, he spreads his legs a little and taps in between them, “Come on, sit.”
Shota slowly crawls over and sits in between the man’s parted thighs, clothed back hitting the other's smooth chest as he gets comfortable and situated, leaning completely and comfortably into Hizashi as he feels himself start to relax. This is one of his favorite starting positions; he feels warm, safe, and secure as the other wraps his arms around his midsection, fingers slightly trailing up and down Shota’s thigh, teasing the edge of his boxers slightly. He leans his head back into the blonde's shoulders as he feels warm hands around his body.
“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you so tense? You want my attention that bad?” Hizashi teases, placing kisses on the other's neck, who just melts into it with a deep sigh, head moving to the side more when he feels the other start to bite and nip at the skin, hands still wandering up and down his thighs, slightly over the other's hardened cock that’s still tucked into shota’s boxers but is very apparent. Shota can feel the others' hard cock against his lower back. He wants to grind back into it, but he feels like mush and jelly in his husband's hands. The tiny sensations are overwhelming him.
The one thing about Hizashi is that he likes to take his time, and Shota loves that. He likes the playful and careful touches, bites, and squeezes. Like the other molding, his hard personality was softened into soft putty. Hizashi is the only person who’s ever made him feel so soft. Like he’s the one that needs to be cared for and love and appreciated. He needs to be taken care of and guided through everything. Hizashi knows just how to break down the others' walls, and he does it with such light touches but heavy lust. Shota could get high on it, and he hasn’t even been properly touched yet.
Shota moans as the blonde bites down on his sweet spot on his neck, mouth working on creating a hickey that Shota will complain about later, while also sneaking his hand into the other's boxers as he playfully tugs on Shota’s hard and leaking cock.
“You’re already so wet, babe. I haven’t even touched you yet,” Hizashi said gently, giving slow but strong strokes to the man’s dick, hand going up and down, using the black-haired man’s pre-cum as lube.
Shota moans, pressing harder against the other man as sex fills his brain. The feeling of his husband's warm hand wrapped around his aching, wet cock sent him into a slightly panicked state. It felt so good, almost too good, as the other picked up the pace. Fuck, he’s always been sensitive, but tonight, tonight is a different level.
Maybe it’s because he’s the one who asked for it, not that he’s not turned on when Hizashi initiates sex, but maybe because Hizashi gave him the little push to say what he wanted. Fuck whatever his parents taught him, those thoughts are far in the back of his head as he tries not to thrust up into his husband's hand so he doesn’t look like some pre-mature, horny school boy getting his first hand job.
“You’re thinking too much,” Hizashi is like a mind reader, god dammit, you’d think that’s his quirk, the amount of times he’s just known about Shota’s stupid tendencies he himself doesn’t even realize he’s doing, “It’s okay, you’re here right now, focus on me. Or, how I’m about to fuck you so good you’re going to be begging me to cum,”
Shota moaned at that, thrusting his hips into the other's hand accidentally. The way Hizashi dirty-talked was like no other. You’d never imagine the filthy mouth this man has, but Shota isn’t much better.
“Please, Zashi- please, I need it,” Shota moaned as the speed of the strokes on his dick sped up, getting into the mood and completely forgetting about shyness.
“Oh, what do you need? Is this not enough? How else should I help my greedy husband?” Shota can basically hear the smirk on Hizashi’s face. He wants to hate it, the teasing and slight degradation of his words, but he can’t. He loves it, he loves it so much he wants to be greedy, only for Hizashi.
And if Shota being greedy means moaning out his husband's name, thighs shaking as a warm hand drags up and down his cock with quick, firm movements, and begging for attention he knows he’ll get regardless of his words, then maybe greedy was all he was ever meant to be.
“Please, Zash— inside, please.” It’s like Shota can’t breathe; he’s so hot, his T-shirt stuck to his skin with sweat. But he loves it. He’s a slut. And that’s okay, a slut for sex, even though Hizashi would never utter that word to him.
He would rather praise the man, tell him he’s being a good boy, whisper in his ear, and slightly tease him to the point of corruption. Take those toxic thoughts out of his husband's brain and fill them with lust-sealed envelopes that only he can provide.
“Shh, okay, baby. I got you,” Hizashi shows the movement on Shota’s dick, using his hands to pull down the other's briefs. Shota helps by kicking them off his ankles, “Spread your legs more, love.”
Shota listens and spreads his legs, hooking one of them on the opposite side of the blondes, now spread out in the man’s lap, head comfortably in the crook of his neck. Shota is giving him kitten licks over it as he waits for his husband to apply lube to his fingers. He feels so small in his husband's grasp, so soft and molded, knowing that absolutely nobody sees him like this other than Hizashi, and he loves that.
He loves that he can let go of his cold persona, that he can give into his deep desires and just be soft, and Hizashi doesn’t care, doesn’t mind it, doesn’t laugh. He enjoys it, embraces it. Knowing that Shota is his and he is Shota’s.
The black-haired man moans as he feels two lubed-up fingers enter his hole. Him throwing his head back on the other's shoulder, feeling the warmth of the intrusion, but also the coolness of the lube. He feels the two fingers pause for just a few seconds before thrusting in and out at a steady pace. Stretching him, hitting him in all the right spots. He loves it, it’s like he’s high off it, off the feeling of being in his husband's arms, being pleasured immensely, knowing that there’s so much more to come. He feels as if he's floating. He always gets so into sex, which is weird because he always starts so shy. But now, in the position he’s in while Hizashi adds a third finger, he can’t help but feel complete.
Shota grips the other's thigh harshly as Hizashi continues to pump three fingers in and out of him. It almost feels too good when those fingers hit his prostate over and over and over. He feels almost like he’s going to cum.
“Zashi— Zashi— please,” Shota doesn’t know what he’s begging for; he’s already getting so much, but still wants so much more.
Hizashi taps the hand that’s grasping his own thigh twice, silently reminding the other he’s okay before taking the hand in his own, shota squeezing tightly, “I’m right here, you’re okay, baby. Come on, cum for me,” he says sensually, knowing the other man is close.
“T-touch me,” Shota tries to get his words out in a kind of clear manner, not being able to do his best due to the pleasure he was experiencing.
“I am touching you?”
“Please— please, Zashi-” Shota begs again, knowing the other is toying with him. Shota’s cock aches to be touched as pre-cum drips from it. He feels as if he’s shaking.
“Baby, I can’t hold your hand and stroke you at the same time; I only have two hands. Which one do you want me to do, hm?” the blonde says, wanting the other to decide how much pleasure is given, knowing Shota likes it when he holds his hand through orgasms. Hizashi sucks on the other's neck, fingers going hard, still in and out into the other's hole with urgency, as he feels Shota loosen his grip on his hand, a silent signal.
Hizashi is slightly surprised but uses his now free hand to pump the other's cock at the same speed as his fingers thrust, and he feels his husband unravel.
Shota pants and moans loudly, the stimulation on his cock as well as the three fingers in him making him completely unravel and rip at the seams as he throws his head back and sees white, whole body shaking as Hizashi pumps him through his first orgasm, watching white seed spill all over the other's hand.
“Good job, baby, so proud,” Hizashi whispers as he takes his fingers out of the other’s hole, then holds up his hand with Shota’s cum on it to the man's mouth, “You should probably clean up your mess.”
Fuck, another one of Hizashi’s kinks that makes Shota basically go feral as he hardens again right after orgasming. Shota sticks his tongue out and licks his husband's hand, tasting his own cum as he licks the hand clean. The thought of eating his own cum used to bother him, but after doing it so many times and hearing the groans of his husband as he watches him, it’s become second nature to Shota to ‘clean up’ his own mess.
Then, out of nowhere, Hizashi flips them, Shota’s stomach against the bed sheets, ass in the air, back arched as his face is buried against the pillows. His long black hair, which he’s been meaning to cut a little shorter, falls over his eyes. He pants a little, hearing the lid of the bottle of lube open and close, then feeling the cold gel on the other's fingers swipe against his stretched hole just for a moment. Then he feels the tip of his husband's hard dick against it, and he waits for the other to push in, but nothing comes.
“You okay, baby? You’re quiet; you sure you want this?”
Again with the fucking teasing. Hizashi is just messing with him; he knows Shota wants to be fucked. The man's body is practically begging for the tip of his cock to finally push in. Shota tries to push back on it, but then feels hands grip his hips to keep them in place, “I think I asked you a question, Sho,” Hizashi says with his stupid, teasing, and condescending voice.
“Please, Zashi, I want it,” Shota begs, voice straining as he’s so worked up.
“Hmm, I don’t know, Shota, wants and needs are different things. Do you want my cock or do you need it? Maybe if you need it, I’ll happily give it to you,” the man slowly leans his body down over Shota so he can whisper in the other's ear, “Come on, baby, say you need it. Say you need my dick so bad, you won’t survive without it,”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hizashi is too good at playing these mind games. Shota knows exactly what the man is doing, trying to get him to tell the other and make him understand that wanting to be intimate is okay. That it’s a need, that humans need to have sexual pleasure sometimes to feel good, and that’s okay. It’s okay to be horny, to speak your mind, to want to get fucked to the point you won’t be able to walk the next day, and be reduced to tears.
Hizashi is just trying to make his man confident in his sex life, knowing that he wasn’t allowed to explore that side of him until he was forced to learn about it in high school, when others around him started doing these types of things. He doesn’t and has never pressured the other to sleep with him, again, only having full-on sex with the man a year and a half into their relationship. He waited and stayed patient, making sure the other was comfortable. Now that Shota is comfortable with Hizashi, he needs to learn how to be comfortable with himself.
“Zashi, fuck- I need it— I need it so bad, I swear, I promise, please I need to be fucked,” Shota whined out, becoming desperate as his sweaty shirt clung to him due to being so hot and bothered, the way his dick in-between his legs was aching, his back arching, his mind hazy. All he wants is Hizashi’s cock right now, no, he needs Hizashi’s cock right now, inside him; as soon as humanly possible.
And humanly possible is indeed fast because he moans out, arching his back even more as he feels his husband's dick fill him up, inch by inch, until all eight inches are pressed against him to the hilt, Hizashi now balls deep in Shota.
But there’s no rest time or time for the other to adjust, because Hizashi starts moving suddenly, right away. Rocking his hips back and forth, in and out, pressing from the tip to the hilt every thrust.
Shota moans loudly, claws at the bedsheets, head filled with mush as his body rocks back and forth on the bed. His husband hits him at just the right angle, just the right way.
“Zashi— Zashi- Zashi-” Shota repeats the man who is fucking him's name like a mantra. Like it’s the only word he can grasp onto. Since his husband is the one giving him all the pleasure.
Hizashi groans, hands so tight on Shota’s hips he’ll probably bruise the other. Hizashi can't remember the last time Shota’s really let go like this, so deep in lust that the man’s just straight babbling, slipping out moans and whines like those are the only sounds he knows or his vocal cords can produce. The last time they had sex was like a week ago, so maybe Shota really needed this, maybe he was trying to deny his sexual needs again because he didn’t want to come off as a horny bastard.
Hizashi loves it, though. Loves to see his man so far gone in lust, greedily clenching around his hole like he’s almost scared the blonde will stop and leave him there with blue balls.
“Baby, if you needed to be fucked so bad you could have said that; you know I'm always happy to milk you completely dry, fuck you so hard you can’t walk. All you have to do is ask,” Hizashi says as he continues to thrust into his husband, over and over, hard, rough but precise. continuing to plunge his cock into that same bundle of nerves constantly.
“I will! I will next time! Please— let me cum, I need to, I need it,” Shota begs, tears running down his cheeks, soaking into the pillow case. His body is hot, covered with hickeys on his neck as his cock twitches, sometimes brushing against the bed sheets below, giving him a tiny bit of stimulation there as he feels his precum start to pool on the bed, his hands fist at the sheets and other pillows above his head.
Hizashi lets go of the other's hips, still thrusting hard as he angles his body to press against his husband's clothed back, now flush against him, using one of his hands to sweep the mop of black hair away from Shota’s face so he can get a better look. Shota looks so fucked out, he thinks he can probably cum when he sees the tears, “What will you do next time you need my attention?”
Shota tries hard to hold back from coming, knowing he needs permission before doing so, “I’ll come to you! I’ll come to you and tell you!” he moans out urgently, almost becoming completely undone.
“And what will you say?” Hizashi uses his hand to tug back on Shota’s long hair just a little, not enough to hurt, just enough to make the other moan louder. Hizashi could get drunk on Shota’s uncensored moans. When the other man isn’t holding back or trying to keep too quiet.
“I’ll say I need it, that I need to fucked hard, that I need you inside!” Shota’s far gone in his mind, never having spoken up like this before.
“Promise?”
“Yes, Zashi— I promise! Can I please cum? Please, please, I need it,” Shota can’t take the edging; he feels like his orgasm has been built up to the edge and can’t hold back anymore.
“Okay, baby, you can cum. You've been so good,”’
And that was all Shota needed before he came hard, cum shooting out of his red tip, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he almost felt like he was screaming. Shota doesn’t think he’s ever had such an intense orgasm. But the best part? When he feels his husband's warm seed fill him up at the same time, still fucking him quickly, working him through his second orgasm of the night, thinking it’ll be the last one.
He’s stupid for thinking that.
So fucking stupid.
Because then, he feels Hizashi pulling out of him, fresh cum dripping from his hole; but then feels himself being turned around, on his back, and Hizashi's still hard cock slipping back into him, pushing the cum even deeper as he starts to thrust in and out again, just as quick as before.
“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-” Shota repeats over and over, thinking they were done for the night, but was he oh so wrong.
“You can, come on baby, you can give me one more, you’re not even sobbing yet,” Hizashi says, spreading the other's legs even more, leaning down and kissing his husband's lips that are slick with drool. Hizashi isn’t actually forcing his husband; they have a safe word if Shota feels like he really can’t continue, but as Shota feels the blonde's lips touch his own, he can’t help but feel hard again, can’t help but want to cum one more time. He wants to be greedy.
Shota tries to kiss back, but he mostly just moans into the other's mouth, but loves the closeness. He feels the blonde's right hand sneak up under his shirt, which was trailing upwards, as he thumbs at Shota’s nipple. If Shota was gone before, he’s in a different universe right now, feeling so many sensations at once. Then feels his shirt being completely flipped up, and his mouth being abandoned, Hizashi’s lips now on his right bud, sucking and licking at it.
“Zashi— Zashi please, please—” Shota doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, everything being too much but so good at the same time. His hole is being fucked into at a pace that shouldn’t even be legal. He feels the cum that was already inside him being fucked deeper into him, over and over, the thrusts hit his prostate, constantly testing him on how long he can last.
Shota feels a hand grasp his left. They interlace fingers as Hizashi moves from the others' nipples back to his neck, sucking even more hickeys into the pale flesh that will probably take days to clear up, but Shota isn’t worried about that right now. He’s so in the moment, so into the sex, the feelings, sensations, the pleasure.
He can feel the others' thrusts starting to get a little sloppy, hoping that means his husband is close to cumming again, since he himself won’t last much longer.
“You going to come one more time for me? Can you do it?” Hizashi groans into his ear. Shota can feel the hot breath; he loves it, the warmth, it’s intoxicating.
“Yes! I can do it, please make me cum—” Shota sobs out even louder when he feels Hizashi’s other hand start to stroke him again, his cock now being stroked at the same pace as the thrusts in his ass, Hizashi’s other hand still holding his, fingers locked together.
“Cum baby; show me you can, I love you,” Hizashi grants the other permission, since Shota has finally been fucked so hard he’s reduced to sobs; one of the blonde's main goals from the beginning.
“I love you- I love you too,” Shota sobs once more as he feels his body tense up and unravel at the same time. He squeezes the other's hand hard as he feels more cum shoot out of his tip, into the other hand, and even more warm seed fills him up at the same time. His eyes rolled to the back of his head once again, panting and moaning as his husband works him through his third and final orgasm of the night. His heart is beating like crazy.
Fuck; that was one of his most, if not the most, intense orgasms he’s ever had.
He lies there, panting to himself as he feels sticky cum on his chest and sweat all over his body. He feels as if he moved, he’d feel pain, but the sex was so good; he didn’t even think about the repercussions that’ll he’ll probably be limping around all day tomorrow. Good thing it’s still summer break, so he won’t have to necessarily leave the bed.
He didn’t know when his husband slipped out of him, but now he feels a damp, cool washcloth wiping him down and the sweaty shirt he was wearing being softly pulled over his shoulders, so he was completely bare. He attempted to cover himself with his arms, not knowing why he was still feeling semi-insecure about himself even after being dicked down and begging for his husband to fuck him.
“Stop it,” Hizashi said softly, using one of his hands to stop the other man from covering himself. He continued to wipe the other down with the washcloth, down his husband’s spent body, and in between his legs where the man filled him with cum. Shota slightly wincing a little, but knowing it had to be done since he was too tired to take a shower and didn’t want to sleep full of cum in his hole.
“You did so well, I'm so proud of you,” Hizahsi cooed, using a different washcloth to just wipe off Shota's face, all the drool and salty tears. He knows he just put his husband through three really intense orgasms and has always been big on aftercare, knowing how important it is to reassure Shota that he did a good job and was proud of him for giving in to his sexual desires.
And Shota loves it, he loves when the other wipes him down, tells him he’s done well. When Hizashi puts him in new boxers and a T-shirt, then brings a cold water bottle to Shota’s lips so he’s not dehydrated. Finally, turning off the bedside lamp and getting in bed with his husband, also in new boxers, and allowing the black-haired man to rest on his chest, pulling the covers over them. Hizashi wraps his arms around him, giving Shota a soft kiss on the forehead.
“You okay, Sho?” he asks quietly.
“Thank you, Zashi,” Shota whispers out, leaning into the blonde's warm, bare chest.
“It’s okay, baby. I don’t need thanks, but tell me when you need some more attention, okay? When have I ever denied you?” Hizashi kisses the other's forehead again.
“I know, I need to do better. I love you,” Shota says, loving this man with all his heart. With everything he his and will ever be, this love is more than just them having sex, but more of him trusting himself to make love with another man after everything he’s been taught. But he wouldn’t change it for the world. After dating for almost eight years, then getting married, he couldn’t be happier, even if his parents didn’t support it one hundred percent, even if he was with a man.
“It’s okay, Sho. I love you too, take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere, baby.”
Shota falls asleep soon after those words, remembering what Hizashi said about the difference between wants and needs.
Shota wants Hizashi and needs him at the same time. And he knows that’s greedy of him, but he won’t have it any other way.
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