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Hizashi’s chest is struggling against the bindings, criss-crossing across his skin, as he takes in and releases deep, shuddering breaths. His eyes are rolled back and his mouth is hanging open in a dopey grin. Shouta reaches up to adjust his capture weapon, twisted around the blond’s arms, chest, legs, and ankles, tethering him to the bed. He pulls at the fabric wrapped around Hizashi’s wrists, connecting him to the headboard, to make sure it hasn’t grown too tight with the way the other man is wriggling around on the mattress.
It’s not often they do things this way.
Shouta had, had some difficulties slipping into a more dominant position when they’d started out, so used to being the one begging that Hizashi had needed to start them out with him controlling from the bottom.
Now, though, Shouta had found his groove.
He was determined to wreck his husband and his pretty little hips he kept pushing up off the bed as he arched his back. He’d made it his mission to break Hizashi of his cocky smile and entertainer attitude, making the blond so desperate he forgot all about showing off for Shouta.
A small trail of drool drips down Hizashi’s chin and Shouta’s pretty sure he’s accomplished that goal.
Shouta thumbs over Hizashi’s dick again, giving it a few jerks, and running his fingers over the cock ring slipped around his base. Shouta leans down to lick up the shaft, then goes further South, lying down on the mattress between Hizashi’s spread legs, each one tied down to a corner of the bed. Shouta massages the skin of Hizashi’s inner thigh and places a few soft kisses to the juncture where it meets his hip. He licks a stripe up through the blond trail of hairs that lead to the other man’s navel, dipping down around the edge of his belly button and flicking the piercing there with his tongue.
Hizashi hums contentedly, trying as best he can to push his stomach up towards Shouta, wanting more contact.
With a smirk, he backs away, clicking his tongue.
“Patience, Hizashi.”
“FFFFFfffffuuuu…” Hizashi breathes out, unable to finish as he trails off into a whine, tensing his legs as he jerks his hips up a few inches off the bed.
Shouta reaches his hand down between the blond’s legs, hooking his finger into the hoop sticking out of Hizashi’s ass, and slowly drags it toward him. Hizashi cries out as Shouta allows his finger to move no faster than tiny, gradual, miniscule movements. He watches as Hizashi tries to turn his head, pressing his face into the pillow, biting down on the case as finally, Shouta pulls back enough for one ball of the anal beads he’d worked into Hizashi earlier slides out of the blond’s lube slicked hole.
Hizashi pants hard through his clenched teeth and his legs move as if they’re trying to close, wanting desperately to create any kind of friction against his leaking cock or push himself back down against the toy inside of him.
“P-please,” Hizashi breathes out.
“Please? Please what?” Shouta asks. He crawls up closer to the other man, gently brushing some of his sweat soaked hair from his face. Hizashi looks up at him, those vibrant green eyes frantic with lust.
“Fuck me, please, fuck me,” Hizashi says, his words coming out quick between pants. “Please? Sho, please. Please, Shouta. Please. Please.”
Shouta feels the submissive side of him quickly creeping back to the surface, almost backs out, almost reaches up to undo the bonds and release Hizashi. Except he knows the blond wanted this, asked for this, begged Shouta to break him before they’d even taken off their clothes.
So Shouta tries to calm his racing heart, tries to stop his hands from shaking, and when he does, he slips his fingers around Hizashi’s chin and steadies him as he goes in for a long, deep kiss. He slips his tongue between the blond’s already gaping lips, delving into his mouth. He feels the other man’s chest push up underneath him. Hizashi’s neck and shoulders tremble a bit as he strains to get closer to Shouta.
When he pulls away, Shouta shifts back down to settle between the other man’s legs, hooking his finger in the hoop again.
“If that’s what you want,” Shouta says, slowly pulling out another bead. “Then I guess I could manage to help you out.”
Hizashi moans as he pulls the rest of the beads out, they come easily, getting smaller and smaller. Shouta tosses them to the side and leans down to kiss Hizashi’s thigh again, gently rubbing at his legs and hips and stomach. He grabs the bottle of already well-used lube that has been sitting on the bed for a while now, squirting some more into his hand and smoothing it over his fingers. He pushes three easily inside Hizashi, scissoring his already well relaxed hole, coating the walls again for what’s to come, as well as to ease the other man back down a bit.
When Hizashi’s breathing steadies out, as much as it can in this state anyway, he looks up to see the blond staring down at him. He flashes Shouta a soft smile and Shouta’s stomach does a flip.
“I love you,” he whispers, placing another kiss on Hizashi’s leg. “I love you, Zashi.”
Hizashi takes a deep, shuddering breath, shifting his head a bit more to see Shouta better. His smile grows as he replies, “I love you too.”
Shouta moves up the bed, throwing a leg over Hizashi’s hips to straddle him. He doesn’t lower himself down though, careful to make sure no part of him actually touches the man below. Hizashi’s entire chest is shiny with sweat, as well as some pre-cum that managed to leak out of his cock sticking to the fine hairs of his lower belly.
He wasn’t as good as Hizashi when it came to putting on a show. He didn’t particularly like to flaunt his body, hell he wore clothes three times his size on a regular basis, but he’d been on the receiving end of enough of Hizashi’s little sex stunts to know what he was supposed to do. He knew he had a good body, with tight, well toned muscles, but he wasn’t exactly sure if that would translate as well as Hizashi’s smaller, softer, lithe frame did to strip teasing.
By the hungry look Hizashi gives him as he begins running his palms slowly, sensually down his chest, the blond licking his lips as Shouta’s fingertips dip below his waistband briefly, he guesses it doesn’t much matter that he’s out of practice. Shouta slips his fingers back out from below his pants, dragging the hem of his shirt up with them, making sure to only lift a few centimeters at a time. Hizashi whines and tries again to buck his hips up below Shouta, but the capture weapon is sturdy around his legs and chest and Shouta smirks as the other man’s body barely inches off the mattress.
“Patience…” Shouta chides again, leaning down as if he’s going to kiss Hizashi, but pulling back as the blond jerks his head off the pillow to meet him, straightening up to his full height.
“Sho…”
“What?” Shouta asks. He pushes his shirt up over his abdomen with one hand and rubs up and down the rippling muscles there with the other. “Do you wish I was touching you like this?”
He lifts his shirt higher, up above his pecs, bringing his hand over his stomach and ribs and teasing his fingers over his nipple. He drops his mouth open, lets out a small, purposeful low moan he knows will rush straight to Hizashi’s straining erection. He watches as Hizashi turns his head back into the pillow again, biting the wet spot he’d been drooling on not too long ago.
“You’re making such a mess,” Shouta drawls, pulling his t-shirt off over his head, making sure to wiggle his hips unnecessarily as he does so, as if he were actually struggling to get the fabric off. He uses the t-shirt to wipe at the moisture gathering in the corner of Hizashi’s mouth.
Shouta throws the shirt off the edge of the bed and brings his hand up to cup Hizashi’s cheek, taking a moment to gently smooth his thumb over the patch of freckles there. He kisses the ones that stretch over the bridge of the blond’s nose, underneath where his sunglasses sit, and places another kiss to the apple of his other cheek where the trail ends. When he pulls back, Hizashi’s eyes are closed, but they flutter half open when he senses Shouta moving away.
“You still good?” Shouta asks, checking that Hizashi isn’t getting tired.
The other man smiles and nods happily, albeit languidly.
Shouta kisses his mouth, not forcing himself inside like before, but pressing his affection for his husband against his slightly parted lips instead. He slowly drifts back, draping his palms across Hizashi’s chest for a few moments, brushing his hands across the light brown spots speckling his shoulders and collarbone. He loves the intricate patterns that have blossomed across Hizashi’s nicely tanned skin over the years. The other man loved to lie out in the sun, basking in the heat. Shouta kisses the larger clusters of freckles, working his mouth up his chest, over his collar, along his shoulder, and then to the blond’s sensitive neck. Here, he licks over the side of Hizashi’s throat, feeling the other man’s pulse thrumming harshly below the surface. He bites down on the skin, sucking on it as he uses one hand to brace himself against the bed, and lets the other trail back down his own chest and belly, slipping lower to unhook his belt. He feels Hizashi shift in anticipation at the noise of the metal clinking.
Yanking the leather free, he drops it off the edge of the bed to land atop the discarded shirt. He continues licking and nibbling at Hizashi’s throat as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the zipper. He’s careful to keep his hips above the other man’s, squeezing his legs tight around Hizashi so that he can’t try and push his cock up into Shouta’s body. He gives one final lick to Hizashi’s neck and pulls back. He settles on his knees and looks down into those half-lidded green eyes, glazed over with desire.
Shouta copies the movements he’d seen Hizashi do so many times before, lightly grazing his fingertips across his hip bones, then tugging his jeans lower, over his ass and thighs. He palms a hand over the bulge in his tight, black boxers, jutting his hips out and breathing heavily. He stares down at Hizashi as he thumbs his erection through the fabric. The other man’s eyes are focused on his hand. Wanting to keep the teasing going, Shouta moves back up his abdomen and away from his cock, even as his hips unconsciously jerk forward at the loss of contact.
Shit, I don’t know how long I’ll last at this rate.
Deciding he’s had enough, Shouta tries to keep his hands slow as he inches the boxers down over his penis and ass, bunching it with his pants at his knees. Hizashi lets out a little whimper and his arms pull against the bindings as Shouta brushes his fingers through the dark curls surrounding his shaft.
“You want this?” Shouta asks, bringing his hand around his cock, thumb placed over his slit. Hizashi nods quickly.
“What was that?” Shouta asks, dragging his thumb back and forth over his head with slow, practiced movements, keeping eye contact with Hizashi the whole time. “You’re usually so loud, but for some reason I can’t hear you.”
Hizashi swallows and opens his mouth, letting out a few ragged breaths before saying, “Yes. Yes, please. Please.”
Shouta pushes himself up to tug the pants and underwear off his legs, adding to the growing pile of clothes. He settles back down between Hizashi’s thighs, tracing his pointer finger around his glistening, wet hole. Hizashi’s legs jerk against their restraints, trying again to push himself closer.
Hizashi lets out a small cry and Shouta quickly looks up to make sure he’s still okay. He’s supposed to tap against the bars of the headboard if he doesn’t feel capable of words, but the blond’s fingers are tightly curled into fists. Hizashi’s eyes are shut and he’s panting, but he seems good, so Shouta continues on. He dips the finger easily into Hizashi’s hole, quickly adding a second as he licks up the other man’s aching cock. They’d been at this for at least an hour now. Hizashi was beyond well prepped, this wasn’t necessary, but he’d asked to be brought to the edge and when Shouta had asked are you sure? Hizashi had responded with Yes, and when I get there, drag me over it.
Shouta brings his mouth around Hizashi’s head, sucking only at the tip as he scissors his fingers and drags them in and out at a quick pace. Hizashi moans and cries out again, shouting “Shouta,” and it isn’t until he’s buried at the base, the cock ring cold against his lips, his fingers prodding at Hizashi’s prostate, that Hizashi yells “PLEASE” and he quickly backs off.
He leans back on the mattress, taking a few sharp breaths of his own, running his hand through his hair to drag some of the sweaty strands out of his vision.
“Okay,” Shouta says, placing a hand on Hizashi’s knee. He rubs his thumb into the joint in a small circle. “Okay, okay. I got you,” he says, kissing the other man’s leg. “I got you.”
Shouta nudges Hizashi’s legs a bit wider, as the blond had been consistently wriggling around for some time now and brought them closer together. He loosens the restraints on Hizashi’s ankles and legs a bit so that he can lift the other man up a little for a better angle. He slides in between the blond’s thighs and positions the head of his cock against Hizashi’s entrance. He steadies the other man’s hips, stroking over the bones there softly once before pushing inside. He practically slips in with how loose Hizashi is, bottoming out in one smooth thrust.
“Ahhhh!” Hizashi moans, and then, “Finally!”
Shouta almost thinks about pulling out at Hizashi’s exasperation, the other man apparently having enough fight in him to still act bratty. As Shouta adjusts his leg, his dick slipping out maybe a fraction of an inch, though, he feels Hizashi clenching around him. He looks up and sees the blond biting his lip, his eyes scrunched closed again. His cheeks and ears and chest had all been flushed pink since nearly the start of this whole night, but a deeper shade of red is slinking across the bridge of his nose now, making the little freckles Shouta had been kissing stand out even more.
He can’t bear to tease the other man now.
Not when he looks like that.
Shouta slides his arm underneath one of Hizashi’s knees and lifts the leg as best he can with the other man still tied down, pushing his hips snug against the blond. With his other hand, he palms Hizashi’s ass cheek, caressing it once before digging his fingers in and spreading the other man further. Hizashi gasps as he pulls out, before quickly snapping his hips and pushing his cock back inside Hizashi’s loose hole.
“Shouta,” Hizashi breathes out.
He grips Hizashi’s leg tighter, slides out again and thrusts deep. By the way Hizashi screams out and turns his face back into his new favorite hiding spot, jaw clenching down on the fabric of the pillow case, Shouta knows he’s found the other man’s sweet spot. He gives a quick succession of small jerks of his hips, prodding Hizashi’s prostrate, before inching his way slowly outward.
“What are you doing?” Hizashi whines.
“What? You don’t like that?” Shouta asks, smirk in place. Of course he doesn’t like it when Shouta’s cock pulls out of his ass with a wet, popping noise.
When he shifts backwards on his knees, leans down between Hizashi’s legs, putting his hands on the blond’s thighs and pushing them as far as they will go, Hizashi’s hip bones protruding, and licks at the lube that is dripping down the other man’s ass cheek, however, Hizashi doesn’t seem to mind. Nor does he mind when Shouta’s tongue licks over his balls and up his shaft, or when he kisses those pretty little hips and thighs.
He especially doesn’t mind when Shouta picks up the small bullet vibrator he’d opted not use earlier and presses the power button, bringing it to life in his hand before slipping it inside Hizashi. The other man’s back arches, his feet braced against the bed.
“Ho-holy fuck, Sh-sho...Shouta!”
Shouta pushes the small vibrator in deeper, makes sure it’s settled against Hizashi’s prostate, before lining up the head of his cock again. He slowly fits back in alongside the vibrator. It’s snug now and the vibrations are coursing through his dick and bringing wave after wave of pleasure through his body. Hizashi feels so much tighter, but the other man had always had a bit of a size kink in the past, begging Shouta to fill him further when they’d done this in the past. Despite this, Shouta makes sure to look up and check the other man’s face is still twisted in pleasure and not pain.
Hizashi is panting hard, practically gasping for air now. The pillow is growing wet beside his gaping mouth. His eyes aren’t closed anymore, but they’re not staring at anything in particular, nearly rolling back in his head. The corners of his lips are tilted up in an open-mouthed smile. His hair is everywhere, all around his head and shoulders, some stuck to the sides of his face from where he’d been thrashing around.
Shouta gives a small thrust, feels the toy shift along with him, presses deeper into Hizashi and the blond moans loudly, his hips trying to snap up off the bed again. Shouta grips them, holding Hizashi in place as he pulls back and shoves inside again, starting a slow, but steady pace, not wanting to hurt his husband with too much too fast.
“This good, Zashi?” Shouta breathes out heavy, honestly wanting an answer from the other man. “Do you want me to loosen any of the restraints?”
Hizashi doesn’t bother with a verbal response, just shutting his eyes and biting his lip and shaking his head quickly. He groans as Shouta picks up his pace, jerking back inside, feeling Hiazshi’s wet, slippery walls clenching down around him and the vibrator. Shouta knows he won’t last like this, hell Hizashi won’t either. The other man would have been spent so long ago if it weren’t for the cock ring.
He’s surprised Hizashi hasn’t caved yet, isn’t begging to come.
Shouta pulls out briefly to dip his fingers in and pull out the vibrator. He shuts it off and tosses it to the side of the bed. He hears it roll off and smack onto the floor, but doesn’t care. Hizashi might be able to hold out, but he couldn’t.
He twists off the portion of his capture weapon he’d knotted to the bed’s frame, unfurling the strands around Hizashi’s legs and hips. Hizashi looks like he wants to question what is happening, but is too blissed out of his mind to really care. Shouta makes quick work of lifting the bonds and shoving them to the side. With the other man’s lower half freed, Shouta hikes Hizashi off the bed, throwing his legs over his shoulders, as he slides effortlessly back inside that waiting hole.
“Sho! AHhhhHh!” Hizashi cries out as Shout fucks back inside of him, thrusting quicker, deeper, and harder.
Now Hizashi can roll his hips in time with Shouta, meet each thrust, cross his ankles behind his head and squeeze around Shouta in all the ways he’d been wanting to before. Bondage was fun and all, but this was better. Hizashi, wrapped around him, was better.
The blond is enjoying the freedom too, even if he didn’t say he needed the restraints lifted. He’s bucking his hips and gripping the headboard and crying out with each slam of Shouta’s cock inside him.
Shouta is close, so damn close, and he knows the second he takes off that cock ring Hizashi will be coming along with him. So he wraps his hand around it, waiting until another bolt of pleasure surges through his lower belly, and releases the ring.
Hizashi screams, his whole body going rigid as his orgasm courses through him. He tightens impossibly more around Shouta’s cock and that’s all it takes for him to empty his cum in the other’s ass. It feels like the longest orgasm of both of their lives. One of Hizashi’s legs drops off his shoulder and Shouta falls onto an elbow braced beside Hizashi’s chest. Shouta breathes deep above the spent man below him, Hizashi gasping into the pillow, his hands releasing their death grip on the headboard.
Shouta is gentle pulling out, going slow, and sprinkling kisses on Hizashi’s legs and hips and chest. He lowers Hizashi’s other leg back to the bed, where it plops down onto the mattress like the blond’s entire body weight exists in this one limb. Shouta laughs a bit under his breath at Hizashi’s clear exhaustion.
So much for that sass, he thinks.
Shouta is tired. He’d love nothing more than to crawl up beside his husband and fall asleep, but there’s work to be done and if he’s being honest, he might love this part the best.
Hizashi always enjoyed a good pampering, just as he adored having Shouta’s whole attention focused on only him.
More often than not, Shouta was more than happy to oblige him in this.
He starts by carefully removing the remaining portion of his capture weapon, still wrapped around Hizashi’s arms and chest, fastened to the headboard. He releases the tension slowly, not wanting any places where the blond’s jerking around might have cut off his circulation to have the blood flow back too quickly. He massages Hizashi’s upper arms and wrists as he lowers them back down to the bed, placing his lips briefly against those limp limbs as he does so. Hizashi’s breathing has resumed to a normal state, perhaps a bit more leisurely, as if on the edge of sleep.
When he’s got all of the bonds removed and placed on the floor, he turns to see his husband has moved his head and is now looking right at Shouta. His green eyes are still shiny and barely open, his face still a little flushed. He’s smiling, though, lazily, but big and happy and satisfied.
Hizashi reaches out his hand, dragging it across the bed sheet, and curling his fingers toward himself, beckoning Shouta over.
“I’m going to grab a towel to clean you up,” Shouta says. Hizashi frowns at that. “You’ll be more upset if I don’t.”
Hizashi juts his lip out in a little pout and makes an “Hmpf” noise, but Shouta knows he’s not really mad. He goes to the bathroom to grab a wet towel and by the time he’s done wiping down Hizashi’s thighs and stomach and ass, the other man’s eyes are closed again, his breathing even slower than before, and that little frown is erased. Shouta makes quick work of his own wipe down, tossing the towels into the hamper.
He should probably insist Hizashi drink something before he really falls asleep, after all he’d probably just sweat out his weight in water, but Shouta lets it slide for now. He pulls up the comforter they’d kicked off the bed earlier, bringing it over their bodies and to Hizashi’s chin. The blond immediately snuggles into it, pulling the blanket tighter against him and reaching a hand out to tug at Shouta’s wrist. Getting the hint, Shouta scoots in closer, wrapping his arm around Hizashi’s middle and pulling the other man into his chest.
“Thank you,” Hizashi breathes out, barely a whisper.
“Anytime,” Shouta says, combing his fingers through Hizashi’s hair, pulling it away from his forehead so Shouta can lean in and place a kiss there. “Love you.”
“I love you too,” Hizashi says, this time a little louder. As Shouta pulls away from the other man’s head, he sees Hizashi’s eyes clearing up, wide open as he stares at Shouta. Hizashi’s hand snakes up his side and over his shoulder, settling on the back of Shouta’s neck as Hizashi pulls him forward, pressing their lips together in a gentle, soft kiss.
When they finish the kiss, Hizashi repeats, breath caressing Shouta’s cheek, “I love you too.”