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“You’d like to what?”
Shouta’s cheeks felt warm as he stared at his husband’s shocked expression.
Green eyes wide, blonde locks spilling over his shoulders while most of it was tugged back into a bun.
His signature look when he was at home, and he fought the urge to fidget when he looked away from that shocked face. “It’s not that big of a thing, you know.”
“I know it’s not! But, like, this is weirdly out of character for you? It’s not something I’d, uh, think you’d want to do!” Hizashi replied when hands reached out and caught his own to which he peeked up under his lashes at the blonde. The shock was melting into something, but it wasn’t clear what. “You really want to strip tease me?”
It was so simple. He’d come across the idea on his social media the other day.
A woman talking about how she strips teased her husband to make things interesting and that it was something new they did as foreplay.
He’d looked up other tips on strip teasing and it truly, completely, didn’t sound hard to him.
He fidgeted with hands squeezing his own. “I want to at least try. I don’t do this stuff, you know that, but I thought it would spice things up?”
“Shouta, our sex life is spicy enough! But, I mean, I like that you wanted to spice things up between us!” Hizashi’s hands squeezed again with his head angling forward while his own ducked down. Unsure whether he wanted to see that new emotion on his husband’s face. “If you want to try it, we can try it, baby! I don’t mind in the slightest bit!”
“And yet you had the audacity to be shocked.” He mumbled but the blonde laughed in that light-hearted way that had him peaking up at his husband again.
There was something light on his face; something like amusement or even joy.
It made those eyes sparkle at him as that smile curled over his husband’s lips.
“Well, can you blame me? You hardly dance or strip your clothes suggestively, both things that are key in stripteases, so can you blame me for being a bit shocked?” His husband replied with thumbs stroking his hands and he squeezed those hands. Holding onto them like anchors. “How about we go to the bedroom, lock the door, and we put on some sexy music for you to dance too, huh?”
His face grew warmer at his husband’s wording, and he nodded then with his eyes flicking to the TV that had been muted.
He took a breath in then tugged his hands from Hizashi’s to stand up off of the couch. “How about you turn everything off, make sure the doors are locked, and meet me in the bedroom? I’ll, um, find something to play.”
“But of course! Gosh, now that the shock is gone, I’m pretty excited about it! My sexy little husband giving me a striptease? Ah, it’s exciting!” His husband said the words in such a nostalgic manner that he reached over to flick the man’s nose lightly with his fingertips. “Oi! Don’t go bullying me now!”
“No bullying. Just rebuking you a bit.” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders but the blonde grinned at him when he stepped away from the couch where his husband stood up. He didn’t know what more there was to say to the blonde when he rocked on his feet. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom, then?”
“I’ll meet you there, baby!” The blonde replied happily it seemed then blew a kiss that had him grinning at his husband.
Rolling his eyes as he turned away from both the couch and his husband.
He padded forward quietly on the carpeted floor, a light thumping of his feet on the floor.
And he walked into the front hallway while his husband shuffled around the room behind him.
He slid his feet over the tiled floor.
Skating across them to the kitchen where he turned slightly to angle himself to the little hallway of theirs.
He slid on his feet past the freezer and fridge combo.
He walked down the little hallway with his feet thumping over the carpeted floor again.
And he walked down the hallway with his fingers twitching at his sides.
His heart was throbbing in its beats against his chest as he walked down the little hall and then to their bedroom doors.
He pushed them open wider as he let himself into the bedroom.
Then, glancing around the room, he spotted at least four cats on their bed with three others unaccounted for.
He regretted doing it but as he walked into the room, he scooped Simba up first/
Walked to their bedroom doors and gently tossed the cat out then shut the doors.
He then walked back to the bed to scoop Cosmo, her green eyes slitting at him as she chirped her protest.
He walked to the doors and opened them just enough to toss her out and to keep Simba from running back in.
He repeated the process twice more for Sterling and for their newest addition, Reese.
He gently tossed them into the hallway, and he shut the bedroom doors.
Then he got down to check under the bed for other cats, the bathroom, and the cat tree in the corner of their room.
He nodded to himself when he saw there were no other cats waiting for him.
He then took a slow breath in then let it out slowly as he walked to the bedside table where his phone rested.
Scooping it up, he walked to the dresser, and he powered on the little Bluetooth speaker that rested on top of it.
He then connected his phone to it, and he opened up Spotify on his phone.
Stared at the little logo while it was loaded up for him and from there, he opened the search bar.
He didn’t know what it was that he wanted to look for, what he wanted in specific.
His thumbs danced over the phone screen before he typed in a single word. Sexy.
Many results popped up from the one word, and it made his cheeks burn.
But he scrolled through the songs, the playlists, until he found something that he thought was interesting or liked.
He opened a playlist filled with familiar sounding songs.
It mattered, at the moment, when in the past it never did.
Sometimes Hizashi would want to play music to “set the mood” and he never understood it.
But now? Now he understands it one hundred percent.
Scrolling through the made list, he started from the first song and then put it on shuffle.
The song that came on was something slow; it was bluesy, throbbing, and perfect for the moment.
He paused the song, then he looked around their bedroom with his weight rolling onto his toes.
He then walked across the room to his bedside table where he tugged open the drawer.
Reaching inside for the lube, a condom for just in case, and the wipes that they used for cleaning up afterwards.
He laid them all out neatly on the bedside table and he then walked across the room to the bedroom doors.
Fussing with the lighting overhead; grateful his husband chose a dimmer switch and lightbulbs for the room.
He lowered the lighting to something intimate and soft.
Shadows not dark but the light wasn’t bright and startling.
It was nice. If he had more time, he’d find more ways to set up the bedroom.
Given it was a bit of the last minute, there was nothing to do about it now.
He walked to the bed where he sat down on the edge and his feet pressed into the floor, his knees bouncing.
He couldn’t shake the fact that he felt nervous about this.
He felt nervous about how he would go about it in general.
He didn’t dance; he was never a dancer.
And despite the way they slow danced, he didn’t have any idea of how he’d do this without feeling stupid.
Without feeling silly in some way.
His knees bounced up and down nervously with his fingers twisting into the fabric of his pants and he blew out a breath.
He just needed to not overthink this.
He only needed to move and dance the way he’d seen in movies.
Something slow, something with hips, and then climb into his husband’s lap.
That’s all he needed to do and then, of course, teasingly strip himself.
He nodded with that determination, welling up in his chest.
He forced his knees to stop bouncing in time to hear the doors rattle lightly.
And then they were pulling open and there his husband was slipping into the room.
Shutting the doors behind him.
Flipping their little lock into place and a glow to those green eyes.
He stood up with his heart throbbing in his chest when he took a deep breath in then out.
Then he gestured for his husband to sit down.
There was no need for words and his husband eagerly rushed on his toes over to bed.
Rushing to the spot he’d been sitting and sat down on the bed with his legs stretching out.
He scooped up his phone from the bed, pressing play on the screen.
The deep, throbbing music filled the quiet of the bedroom. Nice. Slow.
His husband was shifting back further on the bed for a proper sit.
He could feel those eyes on him, and he took another deep breath.
He could do this. He can do this.
Dragging his teeth, he turned to his husband who was sitting on the bed.
Green eyes on him and watching his movements. Patient. Kind.
Not trying to make him move without purpose or to rush into it.
He thought of all the ways that Hizashi had danced in their spare time.
And his feet began to move; he knew he was nowhere near as graceful.
He performed one, two, three spins on his feet slowly but the blonde was watching him. Rapt.
He grabbed the hem of his shirt, fluttering it up and down in flirtatious little flicks.
The way a woman would flip and sway her skirt.
He spun slightly on his feet, twisting and his hands flicked the hem of his shirt up before reaching up for his upper arms.
Sliding down them to cup his elbows and, trying to keep time with the music that throbbed softly over the speaker, he rolled his hips.
He felt silly, he felt ridiculous, dancing in his little spot as his hips moved.
Creating what he hoped was a seductive manner as he ran his hands down to his sides.
His waist. Hugging himself while his hips moved; his legs stiff to support his weight as he sank lower.
Lower, lower, lower until he was in a proper squatting position.
Rolling his hips a bit clumsily but the blonde was watching him.
Rapt. Focused. He had his back slightly to the man, but he spread his thighs as wide as he could.
Arching his back just a bit. Anything he was capable of in that squat, he did.
He slowly stood up on his feet, his legs feeling like they were trembling lightly as he spun on his feet to face his husband.
He grabbed the hem of his shirt and flicked it up teasingly.
Revealing more of his stomach with each upwards flick and the blonde’s eyes were on him.
They were burning. Intense.
Something that crackled over his skin, through the air, and made his skin thrum.
Made all of him vibrate like those fingers had just reached out to pluck a cord inside of him.
He took a trembling breath, quiet, as he dipped himself slightly in a roll of his hips.
His right leg bending to complete the dip and then swinging his hips up in a little circle formation.
He continued to flirtatiously reveal more of his skin.
Lifting his shirt up higher and bolder with each flick and his husband’s lips were parting slightly.
He still felt silly and ridiculous, but the way that Hizashi started at him?
It was absolutely everything to him at that moment.
He gave a playful roll of his hips, feeling a bit emboldened as he began to sink once more.
Going back into the squat as he faced his husband this time.
He balanced on his feet, hips rolling and thrusting slightly in little twitching movements as his thighs spread open.
He let go of his shirt to run his hands along his inner thighs as his legs spread themselves ever wider.
He knew Hizashi loved it when he showed off his flexibility.
So casual it was as he made sure he was spread wide, hands cupping either side of his crotch.
This had the blonde letting out a trembling breath on the bed.
He gave a little grin as his hips rolled and he gave himself a little bounce.
It came easily then; these shallow bounces and rolling hips as his thighs flexed and tightened to support his weight.
To keep him in this position and his foot ached lightly from pressing onto the floor but he didn’t mind it.
He gave himself another little bounce as he then began to stand upright once more.
Then he grabbed the hem of his shirt.
This time, when he playfully lifted it up, he continued lifting it up, up, up.
Doing so until he was sliding his arms through the sleeves, over his head and throwing it to the blonde.
His husband’s hair ruffled in the breeze it created, his mouth making a little O of surprise.
The blonde stared at him with big eyes. Cheeks flushed a rosy red as the blonde watched him roll his hips.
His fingers skimming down his chest to his stomach and he felt that familiar confidence beginning to well in his chest.
Something that he’d recognized anywhere, and he felt less like a fool and more like someone desirable.
He dipped forward, bending his right thigh and placing his hand on his fake knee.
Bending forward, he whipped his head down causing his hair to bounce and fly when he then snapped his head up.
Flicking his hair away from his face to give himself a look at the blonde.
Loving the way that Hizashi clutched at his shirt and held it tightly in his hands.
Watching him intently when he swallowed; he’d watched videos of it online, but he’d never done it before.
It seemed simple, the next steps of this dance of his, but he felt awkward.
He felt like he wouldn’t do it right nor would he do it perfectly.
He rolled his hips in circles, he spun on his feet and put his back to Hizashi once more.
Instead of his hips guiding the movement, he tried to guide the circles with his ass.
Something that felt ridiculous but the choked sound his husband let out when he began to dip ever so slightly with his ass guiding his movements.
He raised back up, the air cool on his skin when he curled his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers.
Teasingly lowering them with Hizashi’s gaze wandering over him.
Eating him up with that gaze alone which had heat flashing beneath his skin.
He felt a bit embarrassed, but his husband was staring at him intently.
Like he was the most attractive thing in the world to him at that moment.
He felt his stomach fluttering with butterflies when he gave a playful roll of his hips.
His thumbs teasingly tugging down his pants and boxers just enough to hint at his pelvis.
His hips on display before tugging his clothing back up.
He loved the intensity he found in his husband’s gaze.
Staring at him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered to him.
The only other person in the world to exist in that moment.
It made his stomach flutter and squeeze as he stared at the blonde .
His cheeks burning hot with a blush as he tugged on his clothing.
He gave the blonde teasing glimpses of his hips, of his pelvis.
And the blonde’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as fingers clutched at his t-shirt.
Holding onto it like he was some kind of groupie, and it made him want to squirm.
He continued his little dance of rolling hips, slight sways, and his fingers that played with the waistband of his pants.
He watched his husband’s flushed face, admiring those rosy cheeks.
He was delighted at the look that flickered in those green eyes.
Pupils growing big with a look of desire that he’d recognize anywhere.
He slid his fingers into the waistband of his pants, and he eased them down from his hips.
Then began working them down his thighs.
Leaving his boxers up and on, he worked his pants down his legs on his ankles.
He stepped out of them and flicked them to the side when he straightened up.
His cock daring to twitch with interest at the heat burning under his skin when Hizashi’s gaze roamed over him.
Eating him up with his gaze. And he walked forward, abandoning his place before the dresser and TV.
Abandoning the place, he felt the most secure and he walked to the bed.
Trying to sway his hips the way he'd seen his husband sway his in the past.
His husband’s legs dangled over the edge and he placed his hands on the bed.
He crawled up onto the blonde’s lap with the man inhaling sharply.
Hands tossing his shirt off to the side of the bed and he settled into place on top of his husband as he lifted his hands up.
Placing them onto the blonde’s shoulders and, without giving himself time to think, he began to roll his hips.
Moving in time with the music, he straddled his husband and he rolled his hips in little bouncing movements.
He loved the way those eyes burned at him with breaths shaking as his husband’s hands came to rest on his waist.
Nails dragging over his skin leaving tingling lines behind.
He continued those languid, slow circles of his hips that he timed the best he could with the music.
Doing his best for his body to move in time with it.
It had changed to something new, but he found his body moving in time with the music.
Little shakes, circles, and side to side motions of his hips when he lowered himself properly into his husband’s lap.
And he began to grind; he slid himself slightly to rub his taint against his husband as his hips moved to grind against him.
Nails dragged over his skin once again over those tingling lines on his skin.
And he took a trembling breath when his husband squeezed him.
As if wanting to keep him right there.
He held onto the blonde with his arms coming up to drape lazily over his shoulders.
All while he continued his little dancing. Rolling, rocking, grinding.
All in time with the beats of the song behind him as he met those burning eyes delightedly.
He loves it. It was strange how awkward, silly, and idiotic he felt at the beginning of this but now he felt confident.
Now he felt like he had a chance to make this arousing for his husband.
To make this hot. He might not have much experience with strip teasing or lap dances.
However, as he writhed in his husband’s lap with little dance moves that allowed him to grind and rub himself against the blonde.
It was the most exciting thing in the world.
He let out a trembling breath, quiet, as he rolled, arched, and twisted in his husband’s lap as he rubbed down.
And, to his delight, he felt something hardening beneath him.
This little scene, these little dances of his, were getting his husband hard.
And there is somethign unfairly exciting about that as he rubbed his taint down against the growing bulge of his husband’s erection.
Nails dug into his skin as the blonde held onto him and he leaned in.
Pressing his lips to his husband's cheek as his hips rolled.
Shaking just a bit. He kissed his husband’s cheek again and again.
Until he crawled his lips downwards to the corner of his mouth.
Pulling back slightly, hitching breaths were taken and then he was leaning in to cover those thin, soft, velvety lips with his own.
Their lips moved together with a smack as he lifted a hand up.
Cupping the back of his husband’s head as their lips moved.
Passionate, lustful, and filled with desire those kisses were.
His hips rolled languidly down against his husband with breaths fanning over his cheek as those lips brushed against his own.
His melting to shape and curve to fit properly with Hizashi’s.
Fill the gaps that those thinner lips couldn’t begin too and it was the best thing in the world.
He rolled his hips down against his husband’s lap with nails digging into his skin.
Leaving pin pricks of pain behind, but he didn’t mind it. Not in the slightest bit.
He clung to his husband as he continued to rock and roll in his lap as their lips moved together feverishly.
He could feel his husband’s erection beneath him, and he pressed down to rub himself against the blonde.
Shuddering at the way it twitched and pressed so firmly into him.
He felt his own cock twitching with interest as heat flooded his skin. His veins.
Hands moved from his waist then to brush fingers over his lower back.
They trailed upwards on either side of his back and scratched at his shoulder blades.
He shuddered as those nails danced over his skin, scratching lightly and over him to get his skin tingling.
Fingertips swirling designs into his skin as the blonde’s arms wrapped around him tightly to hold him close.
He loves being this close to his husband; he loves the desire and the lust that swirled from one person to the other.
His crotch was aching; a pressure that demanded relief.
Demanded to be soothed.
He kissed his husband hungrily as he tightened his arms around his shoulders to clutch him ever closer.
He rolled his hips playfully, seductively, and the blonde let out a keening moan at him in response.
Rubbed his taint against the bulge of his erection.
And something about it triggered the rush of blood from his head, gushing through his veins and rushing down, down, down.
He felt pre-come drip into his boxers; idle, little drips that soaked into his boxers.
His cock twitched frantically with the gush of blood to it.
Hardening in what felt like no time and making his head swim as he rolled his hips down against his husband.
Rubbing, grinding, sliding.
That deep music playing behind them as he kissed the blonde who kissed him back.
Lips moving with that same fervency, that same desire and lust.
An answer to his own hunger as the blonde’s nails dragged down his back to get him arching.
He shuddered with his hear being rapidly against his chest as his cock twitched.
Stiffening up and pre-come wetting his boxers in little drips. It felt like too much.
It felt like it was not enough.
It had his head spinning faintly as he broke his lips away from Hizashi’s to take a breath, but it didn’t stop the blonde.
Lips fluttered down his cheek to his jaw.
Down below it to the fluttering pulse point there and down his throat.
He tilted his head backwards as he accepted the soft kisses placed onto his skin.
And then teeth were nipping at him. Nipping, nibbling, scraping.
It had him breathing out a sharp breath as those teeth bunched his skin and bit down.
Doing so with just enough pressure to get him whining at his husband who then let go of the spot to press a soft kiss to it.
He tangled his fingers in those blonde locks of hair delightedly as he cupped the back of his husband’s head.
Coaxing him downwards as lips pressed to his skin and teeth nibbled on his collar bone gently to get him squirming.
To get his breaths racing as his heart hammered against his chest.
Those lips brushed down to his chest and pressed a kiss to his nipple.
Teeth scraping over his areola and nipping at his nipple; a gentle little bite that made him squirm.
Made him writhe in the man’s lap with anticipation when that tongue flicked out.
Lapping over his areola, his nipple, and his piercing rubbed against his skin.
The heat of his tongue, of his mouth had him shivering.
His tongue lapped over him again with a purposeful rub of that piercing over his nipple.
Flicking at it. And he adored the heat of his husband’s tongue when his mouth closed around his nipple.
Sucking his areola into his mouth as well as his teeth dug into his skin as he squirmed and rolled his hips down.
Pre-come dripping faster into his boxers as his breaths came in little puffs of excitement.
Anticipation. Hands brushed down his back with fingers swirling.
Tracing idle designs and patterns into his skin before those hands slid down.
And then they were grabbing his ass hard. Tight.
It was the best thing in the world as his husband suckled on his nipple, his areola, with teeth digging into his skin gently.
Adoringly even. His tongue lapped over his nipple, swirled around it, and flicked.
Licking. Playing.
Toying with it as that tongue continued to move against his nipple while his mouth suckled on him lightly.
Hands palming, kneading, at his ass as the blonde held him close, close, close.
The press of his erection between his legs made him squirm openly with that desire as he took a trembling breath.
There was so much to find exciting about the moment with his husband.
He clutched at the blonde who was suckling on his nipple.
Teeth scraping over his areola, biting down teasingly to get him moaning at the blonde.
And to think, all this was caused by a little strip tease and some dancing.
He squirmed in his husband’s lap when the blonde popped off of his nipple.
Lapping his tongue across it again before shifting beneath him.
His thighs tensed against the movements when his husband stared at him.
That dark look of lust, of desire, and he understood what his husband wanted.
He crawled off of his lap, his thumbs hooked into his boxer’s waistband, and he didn’t waste time in getting them down.
Down his legs, to his ankles where he stepped out of them and flicked them behind him.
His husband jumped up from the bed, grabbing the hem of his shirt and flinging it up over his head.
Not so graceful but he didn’t mind it in the slightest bit.
While his husband struggled with his shirt, he reached out and he grabbed the button of his fly and worked it apart.
Grabbing the little metal zipper and coaxing it downwards.
His erection resting lightly against his stomach. Wet head pressing into his skin.
His fingers brushed the bulge of his husband’s cock, and he tugged his pants, his boxers, downwards and the blonde’s erection sprung out.
It bobbed lightly in the air before curving up against his stomach.
The blonde got his shirt off of his head and to the floor.
He then watched his husband strip his pants and boxers down.
Shoving them down thin, muscular legs, and then his husband was flicking them away and turning to the bed.
Crawling up onto it to the pillows, he eagerly followed the blonde with his cheeks burning hotly.
His fingers clawing at the blankets as he chased after his husband who picked up the lube.
Clawing it open with a popping crack.
And then he watched his husband smear lube over his fingers as he crawled between spread legs.
Planting his hands to the headboard as he settled between Hizashi’s thighs.
And lips were crushing together again in those fierce, fervent kisses.
Sharp smacks ringing out again and again as their lips moved hungrily. Lustfully.
There was something he adored about this, something he needs more than anything.
He listened to the squelch of his husband spreading lube over his fingers.
He wriggled eagerly with his nails dragging over the wood of the headboard.
His husband’s arms were around his waist then, a hand grabbing at his ass tightly with a squeeze to get him whining shrilly at his husband.
Needy. Wanton. He shuddered when he felt the slick touch of those fingertips against his hole.
They rubbed lightly then pads of fingers were sliding over him.
Rubbing back and forth over him experimentally it seemed before fingers began rolling in circles.
An action that made his hole twitch mortifyingly.
He whined again but the blonde merely kissed him with all the passion in the world to get him breathless.
Their lips slid and fit together like two missing puzzle pieces as their lips brushed.
Breaths fanned onto hot, flushed cheeks in response as he kissed his husband eagerly.
Delightedly. The sharp smack of their moving lips filled the quiet of the bedroom.
Filling the space under the music that continued to throb and pulse in the background.
It was easy to ignore as his husband’s fingers continued to roll in soothing, firm circles against his twitching hole.
He couldn’t control the little action, but it made his husband moan at him with an eager note that he’d recognize anywhere.
He squirmed with his hips jutting backwards eagerly.
Those fingers continued to take their easy and sweet time rolling into him.
Fingertips just barely beginning to prod at his hole as his thighs trembled and his cock twitched.
Fingertips teasing him by just barely pushing into him; moving in a nudging manner.
As if the blonde would push them into him at any moment.
He’d been wearing a plug earlier in the afternoon; something his husband had coaxed into him before suggesting they make love tonight.
This was before he’d brought up the idea of a striptease and dance.
He shuddered as those fingers continued nudging at him gently before, in one sleek movement, they were pushing inside of him.
And he was moaning at the stretch; at the way, those fingers pushed so deeply into him .
Filled him up like nothing else.
Those fingers pushed into him, curling to press into his inner wall.
The pads of them began rolling firm circles into him.
He tightened around the blonde’s long, slender fingers inside of him as they continued to rub into his inner wall.
Curling slightly with little wiggles given as those fingers then pressed into him.
It was the best thing in the world if he was honest with himself.
He let out a keening moan at his husband as he kissed him fervently.
His nails dragging over the headboard as his husband then spread out his fingers.
Stretching him out in the most drool worthy manner to get him squirming openly before he could control it.
Gripping the headboard tightly as those fingers spread out again and again.
Stretching, pushing, and spreading.
And then those fingers were pressing together inside of him, pulling backwards.
Pulling back until the tips rested inside of him and then thrusted those fingers back into him.
A long, sleek thrust that had his back arching to press their chests together.
The blonde pulled his fingers back then thrusted them again. And again. Again, again, again.
Sharp, long thrusts that rang out with those wet little squelches.
His cock drooled against his stomach.
Harder than he thought he’d get over this as his lips moved against Hizashi’s with passion.
Lust. Desire. Hunger. Lips pressing hard to his own when he slid a hand from the headboard.
He slid it over his husband’s shoulder, down to his upper arm where he held onto him with his nails digging in.
His husband’s fingers reaching so deeply into him so effortlessly as they thrusted.
Moving with those long pulls backs that could make him drool.
His hips gave a little buck backwards to meet the thrusts of his husband’s fingers into him.
His thighs tensed slightly with the action and he moaned at his husband enthusiastically.
His hand gripping at that muscular upper arm.
Fingers thrusting faster while remaining long.
Long, fast thrusts that he adores more than anything as he rocked on his knees.
Jerking backwards to meet the thrusts of his husband’s fingers delightedly with moans spilling out of his throat shamefully.
Lustfully. Ecstatically. Enthusiastically. Wanton. Needy. Desperately.
There was a range of emotions to be had as he kissed his husband fervently with his toes curling tightly.
His knees digging into the bed to aid in his rocking as those fingers thrusted into him quickly.
God, he loves it.
It’s all he needs, all he wants, and there’s nothing better than he clutched at his husband’s upper arm.
He shuddered with his chest pressing tightly to Hizashi’s as their lips moved together fiercely with that sharp smack filling the quiet.
Mixing in to a medley with the wet squelches of his husband’s thrusting fingers into him.
Fingers stretched into him, stimulating that spot just below his prostate to send weak tingles up to his back.
Something that made his body ache.
His muscles clench around his bones and tremble with his squirms running over him before he could stop himself.
He let out a sharp breath as he leaned into his husband with his hips rocking back and forth.
Moving to meet the thrusts of those fingers inside of him.
Fast thrusts that he adores; those fingers paused to stretch outwards.
Pushing at his inner walls firmly, fiercely, to get him moaning at his husband as their lips broke apart.
He ducked his head downwards to kiss his husband’s jaw in frantic kisses.
He then moved downwards and Hizashi threw his head backwards.
He bit, nipped, and scraped his teeth teasingly over that expanse of throat.
All his to do with as he pleased.
He bit down on a spot just below his husband’s jaw and he sucked the skin into his mouth.
Suckling frantically at the spot while those fingers stretched out inside of him again.
And when his inner walls came together, he was moaning deafeningly at the third finger added to the stretch.
Those fingers rested inside of him idly before giving shallow thrusts.
Little rubs against his inner walls that had him clenching tightly around those fingers.
His husband moaned out at him in response with fingers stretching into him and stimulating that spot below his prostate.
Little circles rubbed into him that had his hips shaking slightly as he sucked on his spot.
Digging his teeth into the skin and sucking hard with the intent of leaving a hickey there.
It wouldn’t take much; Hizashi has always been an easy bruiser.
He suckled fiercely with his husband moaning at him in response as fingers thrusted into him quickly.
The squelch of the movement was ringing out and fuck if it didn’t make him feel greedy.
If he didn’t feel stuffed full of those fingers and still his brain managed to chant one more, one more, one more.
Why stop at three? He shuddered at his feverish brain as his hips twitched back and forth.
Rocking shallowly on his knees, and those fingers were thrusting into him.
Pushing in deeply to get him arching, squirming, moaning, and whining.
Whimpering and mewling. Airy sounds leaving the back of his throat as he lifted his mouth from his spot.
Dipping his head downwards and biting down again.
Loving the moan that slipped out of his husband and vibrated beneath his lips.
He sucked skin into his mouth with his hips moving idly.
Matching the quick, long speed of his husband’s fingers inside of him and there was nothing better.
He could stay here all night and all day fucking long.
God, it was the best thing in the world if he were honest with himself.
Moaning into his husband’s throat, those fingers slid, rubbed, and curled into him.
Pressing into that spot just below his prostate and he lawed at his upper arm.
Pressing himself needily against the blonde; needing the rub of that feverish skin against his own.
He needed Hizashi close. He loved the moan he got from the blonde when he tightened around those fingers.
It sent shivers racing up his back when he clenched around them.
Loving the way those fingers pressed into him deeply to get his breaths hitching in his throat.
And he wanted nothing more than to cling to the blonde as he shuddered.
Pleasure singing through his veins with a heat that burned and throbbed.
A heat that ate him up and swallowed him whole.
It was a pleasure that made him moan wantonly into his husband’s throat as he bit down and sucked hard.
Lifting his mouth from the spot, he lapped his tongue over the teeth indentations that he left behind.
He then moved over and bit down again.
He is going to cover this man’s throat with hickeys if it was the last thing he did tonight.
He suckled on his new spot with his nails digging into his husband’s upper arm.
There was nothing he wanted more than to cling to the man as huffing breaths were taken by the both of them.
Hizashi’s shaky pants fill the quiet between them and those fingers thrusting into him sharply with that slick squelch.
His own pants came raggedly and fiercely through his nose as he clung to the blonde and he got an idea.
A wonderfully arousing idea.
His erection was weeping against his stomach, dripping with pre-come, and he lowered his hips down.
Hizashi’s hands naturally following. He moved his hand from its position on the blonde’s upper arm.
Then he reached down to drive his fingers over his husband’s erection.
It is so hard. He swore his husband had never been harder and it gave him a burst of confidence that he hadn’t known he needed.
He caused that. His little dancing and striptease had done that to his husband.
It made his blood run unbearably hot through his veins as he clung to the blonde and he trailed his fingers over the underside of his cock against.
Fingering those little studs that ran through the underside.
Flicking and tugging at them gently to get his husband moaning at him as he slid his fingers up.
Tapping at the wet head of his hard, aching erection and he let out a little sound against his husband’s throat.
Not a croon or a coo, but something in between as he rolled his fingers gingerly over the wet head.
Gathering that wetness up on his fingers when he slid his fingers beneath the blonde’s erection.
Pulling it away from his stomach and then angling his hips down.
Stretching his hand out awkwardly until his thumb was wrapping around himself.
And those fingers stuttered inside of him when the blonde let out an enthusiastic moan at him when he squished their erections together.
He let out a groan of his own when those fingers stretched into him and then they were brushing over his prostate.
It sent bolts of fire up his back; a heat that fanned under his skin and a pleasure that settled low in his stomach.
Nearly aching with its intensity that he found himself moaning loudly, enthusiastically, at his husband who rubbed his fingers into it.
Rolling circles, tight little circles, which mad his hips shake and roll backwards causing his erection to rub against Hizashi’s.
This had the blonde groaning at him then as those fingers pressed harder into that little gland inside of him.
To give him eye-rolling pleasure like this.
It was the best thing in the world. His hips rolled downwards then.
Grinding himself against his husband who let out a hiss of air, and it made his heart stutter over its pounding beats against his chest.
He rubbed himself in shallow rubs against his husband; just enough to feel the rolling press of those piercings against the underside of his cock.
It was the best sensation in the world as far as he was concerned at that moment.
He moaned at his husband as he popped off of his spot, tilting his head to the left.
Then biting down on the left side of his husband’s throat.
Sucking skin into his mouth fervently as he dug his teeth into his husband who moaned at him.
A hand coming up to cup the back of his head and he adores that.
Fingers rolled into his prostate over and over, sending that deep pleasure zinging to his lower stomach.
Feeding into a fire there. Feeding into the desire.
It made him moan and rock in his husband’s lap when he slid his hand up to the wet, dripping heads of their erections.
He grinded himself down idly against the blonde and he wet his fingers, his palm, the best he could.
He then slid his hand down to the bases of their erections. Squeezing. So stiff.
It was shocking if he was honest with himself.
He shuddered as he squeezed them tighter and slid his hand up with skin bunching lightly beneath his fingers.
Up and down, he stroked both of them in unison while rocking his hips down and it had his husband moaning loudly.
His quirk flickering to life briefly causing him to wince and the blonde choked it down the best that he could.
He could tell his husband was putting in the effort to quiet himself.
He popped off his spot, licking over the indentations of his teeth and targeted a spot up beneath his jaw.
His husband was moaning as those fingers pulled away from his prostate and began thrusting again.
Fingers pushing into him deep, deep, deep, and curling to rub his inner walls with each thrust given to him.
Rubbing over his prostate with each long thrust into him to get him rocking.
Arching up on his knees and he moaned at his husband delightedly.
Wanting more, more, more of the blonde as those fingers thrusted into him fast.
Quick. Long thrusts that made his breaths rasp and shake in their pants as he stroked their erections together.
Working up slowly to the speed of Hizashi’s fingers.
Squeezing them so tightly together that it was almost painful, but he likes it.
Hizashi let out a keening moan at him that trembled under his lips and fingers thrusted into him fast.
Rubbing his inner walls and flicking at his prostate in playful rubs that had him arching and squirming.
Moaning, writhing, whimpering. He couldn’t get enough of this man and Hizashi knew it.
He stroked them together faster and faster to match the speed of those fingers inside of him.
Both moaning in unison at the drag of his hand.
The way that his inner walls clenched around those three fingers inside of him as they rubbed over his prostate casually.
Like they were saying a brief hello to the spot inside of him.
And then, to his delight, all three fingers were fanning outwards inside of him to get him squirming.
Spreading him open wide like the plug had but he knew what was coming.
He knew what he was getting.
And he let out a high, keening moan of his own when he felt that pinky finger slipping inside of him as the stretch stopped.
Four fingers stuffed inside of him that it left him with a dizzying pleasure.
Left him with a dizzying satisfaction. All four fingers inside of him pressing together.
His husband’s thumb pressing into his ass cheek lightly and what he’d give for that whole fucking hand to slip inside of him.
They’d tried fisting in the past and he’d do anything to give it another try.
He shuddered at the thought as those fingers rubbed at him before thrusting cautiously.
Thrusting gently. He clenched tightly around those fingers inside of him.
That rush of pleasure pooling into his stomach and those fingers gave gentle, shallow thrusts inside him.
He didn’t mind it in the slightest bit as he stroked their erections together.
Pre-come dripping over his thumb and fingers as he stroked quickly until his husband began to move his fingers similarly inside of him.
Faster thrusts with fingers rubbing over his prostate in the best way imaginable.
There was nothing he wanted more than to get more, more, more of the blonde and to be close.
Closer than they were now as their hands worked to make the other one feel good.
His hand squeezed his husband’s erection to his own as he stroked fast with his fingers squeezing.
Skin bunching around wet heads as he slid his fingers around the dripping heads delightedly with his pants coming fast.
Making him dizzy with anticipation and lust, drunken on the emotions festering under his skin and making him so hot.
He squeezed around all four fingers inside of him with a whimper tearing out of his throat.
Shivering at the pleasure it sent sizzling up his back when those fingers pressed into him.
Pads of fingers rubbing over his prostate again and again with their pants gasping in the quiet of the bedroom.
The blonde thrusted his fingers quickly with that slick, wet squelching filling the quiet of the bedroom.
Deafening sounds. The wet sound of his hand stroking their erections was a deafening sound of its own.
Back of throat sounds just barely making it out of both of them.
Sounds that came breathlessly with hardly any thought given to them in the moment.
Hizashi’s fingers were filling up better than anything could at that moment.
And he was drunk off of the pleasure it gave him. The arousal. The lust.
It created a fire in his lower stomach that was stoked with each thrust of those fingers inside of him.
There was nothing he wanted more than to spend the rest of his night like this with his husband.
It had him panting at the thought of those fingers working him all night long.
Maybe even getting the man’s cock at some point.
It made his toes curl against the floor with his pants wavering as he popped off of his spot just below his husband’s throat.
Four pretty hickeys would bloom and form on his husband’s throat if he were lucky.
And he pulled back, his lips parted and tingling, with the blonde flying in and capturing his lips in a sizzling kiss.
One that burned and screamed with a passion that he adored more than anything.
He moved his lips against his husband’s without thinking twice about it.
He moved his lips fast with his breaths catching in the back of his throat.
The blonde kissing him with a hunger that hadn’t been there before but one he welcomed.
Fingers thrusted into him sharply, fast, and there was something about it that made his inner walls clench tightly.
Those fingers wiggled inside of him subtly then rolled over his prostate again and again.
Rubs that made that fire burn hotter in his lower stomach.
Something that made him squirm and rock on his knees.
Thrusting back to meet those thrusting fingers and then thrusting forward into his hand as he stroked the both of them.
He could feel his husband’s erection throbbing against his own.
A sensation that made him whimper at the blonde as their hips moved together.
The rub of Hizashi’s erection against his own was the best thing in the world as those piercings dragged against his skin.
Rubbing, rolling, pressing.
Huffing through his mouth and wanting nothing more than to sink into the heat of the blonde.
They twisted together like jagged puzzle pieces; his hand working to give his husband the same pleasure that the blonde was giving him.
Those fingers flicking and rubbing over his prostate to stoke the fire under his skin.
The fire of pleasure pooling into his lower stomach making him feel heavy like he was filling with lava.
He didn’t know how his husband could make him feel so good with just fingers, but he loves it.
He adores it. There’s nothing more he wants than to have his man touch him all night long.
To love him all night long.
Lips slid against his own hungrily, fiercely, and passionately which he returned to the blonde to the best of his abilities.
Those fingers stuffed inside of him, spreading him wide and ensuring his hole gaped slightly after it was over.
And the idea of it made his stomach flutter with eager butterflies.
He rocked himself in a steady back and forth, thrusting into his hand and against Hizashi then back to meet those fingers inside of him.
They curled slightly with fingers rolling into his prostate to get him moaning loudly.
The both of them squirming and twisting as if to get closer to one another as those fingers thrusted into him fast.
The slick, wet squelch of those fingers was deafening as the smack of their moving lips and the strokes of his hands.
There was something addicting about it all.
Something he adores more than anything about it and he couldn’t put his finger on it.
He didn’t want too. All he wants is to feel good with this man.
The man who was fucking him with his fingers so good that he could feel it in his lower stomach.
A flickering little spark: something that threatened to turn into something very, very real if he wasn’t careful.
It made his body tighten with anticipation and the blonde seemed to understand that as his fingers thrusted into him.
A rough thrust that made him moan as their lips broke apart again.
Gasping pants were taken the moment their lips were apart.
Hizashi’s fingers were thrusting, pressing, rubbing at his inner walls.
His prostate. And it had him shuddering with his fingers clutching at their throbbing erections.
Grinding downwards as he stroked them together.
Moving just as fast as his husband’s fingers.
Doing his best to keep them even as those piercings rubbed and grinded into him in the best way possible.
“Yo-You know, you’re so fucking pretty! Doing you little dance for me! Watching yo-your hips and your ass move-” A guttural sound left the back of his husband’s throat then and it made his skin flame. So hot. “God, you go-got me all kindsa hot and bothered! Fuck, baby, you know just ho-how to rile me up, don’t you? And I bet you love every second of it!”
“I-I do! I love riling you up!” He panted back with his hand moving fast in time with Hizashi’s fingers. Letting out a moan of his own as he squeezed them tightly and skin bunched beneath his fingers. “I love no-nothing more than getting you hot and bothered! I love feeling ho-how hard you get for me! Did you re-really like it?”
“Of course I liked it! Go-God, fuck, baby, how are you still so tight? How the hell ca-can you wear a damn plug and take four fucking fingers and still be so tight?” His husband moaned out like it was a dilemma. It sent shivers down his back. “You feel so good around my fingers! God, I can’t wait to-to fuck you proper! Sexy little thing, just beggin’ to take my cock!”
He couldn’t help but whimper at the blonde’s tone as he pressed into him.
That hot little spark fluttering to life despite his best efforts.
He squirmed with his hips wriggling as he panted. “God, I want yo-your cock! I want you to fuck me into the bed ‘til I’m screaming! I want you to fuck me and bend me over and flip me all over this fucking bed until the headboard is hitting the wall! Make me cum, Zashi, please? Please?”
“Oh, I can feel it, baby! Are you going to cum from all four of my fingers? You gonna make a mess all over my belly and cover me in your cum?” His husband’s voice dropped dangerously, and it made his toes curl tightly as his thighs tensed. “Come on, baby, I want you to come all over me! Make a mess of me, won’t you? Make a mess and, in a little while, I’ll fuck you like you need me too, yeah? So cum for me!”
His husband’s voice was cajoling, and it was almost sweet but that dangerous drop.
Something that made his voice lower always sent shivers through him.
It made his toes curl tightly with his breaths gasping down in heaving pants.
He squirmed against his husband with his hips thrusting into his stroking hand.
Then his husband leaned in and nipped his lip.
A little action that made him jump when Hizashi bit down on his bottom lip softly and sucked it into his mouth.
He moaned at the dig of those teeth into his lip while his husband suckled gently before letting go.
His husband then covered his lips again in kisses that made his heart race painfully.
Fiercely. Savage beats that raged against his chest and had him gasping, panting, for his air through his nose.
That hot little spark twisted into his lower stomach.
Something that made his breaths hitch audibly when his husband rubbed his fingers into his prostate with each thrust inward.
God, he is so full. He’d never been fuller with just fingers and he loves, loves, loves it.
His husband’s fingers moved fast with that hand smacking lightly against his ass with each thrust.
His husband was kissing him so passionately that he could sizzle away.
He could burn up into a pile of ash, and he’d be happy with the outcome.
He didn’t want to come so soon but ohhhh, God, it was hard not to.
He stroked their throbbing erections and he knew, despite what his husband had said, that he was close too.
He knew that his husband had his own identical spark tight in his stomach and ready to blow.
He stroked them fast as he could without slipping off or letting go as those fingers inside of him thrusted.
Rubbing, grinding, flicking over his prostate to make that pleasure heavy in his stomach.
He shuddered with his thighs flexing intermittently and his body arching into the pleasure given to him.
Pleasure that is familiar, hot, and so, so good.
He is squirming with his hips bucking shamelessly; thrusting into his hand and rubbing himself against his husband who moaned at him deliciously.
Delightedly. There is nothing he wants more than to melt into this man beneath him.
The hot little spark twisted into his lower stomach and left him gasping in breaths with his lips moving urgently against his husband’s.
As if he could somehow convey that the little spark was doing nothing but twisting tighter and tighter and tighter.
There was nowhere but clawing his way upwards and he was gasping in through his nose as his thighs trembled.
He broke from their kisses to throw his head back on a cry as his orgasm snapped.
The tight spark in his stomach was unraveling as he shouted for Hizashi.
A string of ‘Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi!’ spilling out of his lips with other little, high-pitched cries spilling out of him before he could stop any of it.
His husband didn’t seem to mind as he moaned in a long, garbled string of English.
He understood a word here and there, but the string of English melted into little cries of ‘Shouta, Shouta, Shouta!’ as those fingers continued thrusting.
Rubbing into his prostate as he squeezed their pulsing erections tightly.
Come spurting, gushing, throbbing.
Each pulse of his cock made his body tremble as his husband fluttered kisses over his throat gently and adoringly.
White-hot heat cooking him from the inside out and leaving him filled with a lava-like heat that made him shudder and squirm.
He didn’t know what else to do as his hips thrusted weakly with each spurt of come leaving him.
He didn’t know what to do with himself as he pressed his head backwards with his body tense.
Come leaving him in ropes onto Hizashi’s waiting stomach.
And then, to his relief, his orgasm rushed out of him.
It left with its intensity leaving him gasping in the emptiness as a weak dribble of come spilled out of him and leaked over Hizashi’s cock.
He let go of them as those fingers inside of him pressed still before pulling out gently one at a time.
Pinky, ring finger, middle finger, index finger.
And then his husband was coaxing him off to the side; lips pressing to his throat.
Kissing softly as they moved up to his jaw and kissed at him.
His cheeks, nose, the side of it and the bridge of it, all fair game to Hizashi.
His cheek, his forehead, the space between his brows, and the side of his face were all kissed.
He relished the kisses from his husband, and he did his best to return the kisses to his husband.
Kissing his forehead, his brow, his cheeks with their adorable freckles and the bridge of his nose.
He kissed down his husband’s cheek and to his jaw and kissed along it until he reached his chin.
Kissing at the face that he so adores when the blonde then pressed his lips to his own.
One, two, three, four frantic kisses were given to one another before their noses were nuzzled together.
Hizashi’s nose pressed into his own and the familiarity of it made him want to swoon further into the bed.
He sighed when his husband then pulled away to kiss the tip of his nose.
He watched his husband then crawl across the bed in a sideways movement to grab the wipes.
He watched his husband pull a few out and got to work on cleaning off his stomach.
It was a mess of ropes of come that slid down his skin like wet wax.
His husband scooped and scrubbed until his skin was clean and glistening.
He watched the blonde clean off his cock gently and then the blonde was crawling over to him.
Scrubbing his stomach clean of pre-come.
Sliding a wipe down to gently wipe his cock clean as well and then gathering up the used wipes and throwing them in the trash.
His husband then settled down on the bed next to him and leaned on his arm.
Lips came down on his face once more.
And this time, he found a giggle rising in his throat and tearing out of him viciously.
He couldn’t stop it and the blonde seemed to delight in it as the man giggled back and an arm wrapped around him.
Pulling him ever closer as he tried to knock his prosthetic free with his left foot.
Once it was free, he knew the sleeves would need to come next and Hizashi beat him to it.
The blonde curved his thigh up and pulled the sleeves off and threw them to the edge of the bed.
Lips attacking his face with kisses that made another one of those savage giggles tear up from his throat.
And he found himself absolutely comforted in this man’s arms as he began to kiss his husband’s face adoringly as he could.
He adored this man more than anything in the world.