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Hizashi always believed in backing up his words. On coming through on promises, no matter how impossible or improbable they were. His mothers had even told him countless times that actions would forever speak louder than words. That if he made a deal? He went through with it safely. If he made a promise? Then he tried his best to meet the goal of said promise safely. And he all of it throughout his life.

And in the beginning, he always did well to make good on his promises or deals with this friend group. He always did his best to be there whether it was to rant or vent. To be there if they wanted to cackle at three in the morning or to merely sit by silently. After all, back then his three friends did the same. Nemuri never failing to shut down others. Especially when he was excited and forgot his training.

It always ended up in him being too loud or losing control of his quirk. When Oboro styled his hair for the first time in a reminiscent, baby style of his current one for his hero costume. When Shouta had assured him time and time again the gap in his front teeth wasn't off putting. Nor was he a "metal mouth" when he got his braces. How could he not return that devotion? He would be there if they needed help.

During those ugly years following Oboro's death, he did try. Perhaps not for himself but he tried the best he could. But now he could admit it wasn't good enough. Once he was sober, he knew he wasn't the same. Knew it but tried to be as close to normal as he could for Nemuri and Shouta. What had started as amends and taking it day by day quickly led back to the back bending, over enthusiastic promises.

Stepping back into that familiarity of the role. Going above and beyond for Shouta, for Nemuri, and doing his best to make up for those years he drank away. To make it up no matter how short they might have been. He mended his relationship with Shouta, with Nemuri, and then with his family. He did everything above and beyond. That was truly natural. From then, it was easy to sink back into a routine of familiarity with Shouta.

Fixing and mending the relationship he had nearly broken. Going to therapy sessions upon therapy sessions. Something that he still attended weekly every Sunday afternoon. He had to admit that he needed help. That he needed something to rely on consistently other than making promises. It only made sense his first big sober promise had been for their wedding. Something that got him many wary looks.

However, he had been determined to do so. It was only then after a few talks with his mothers, some budgeting from his siters, that he talked to Shouta. From there, they decided on an elopement where their families and friends could attend. They then went down to the clerk's office where they signed a marriage certificate with his mothers as witnesses. He could still remember the little store bought wedding cake.

That awful, overly sweet taste that imprinted itself on his brain. And then he saved up to get their wedding bands. He did everything he could and more until they had the money for a proper wedding ceremony. This ended up being when they were twenty-eight years old. It didn't matter that they had been married at twenty-six. He wanted to give Shouta something nice to look back on than a city clerks office.

And from then on it was easier to make little promises. To always make Shouta happy. To help provide and support them both. To continue his sobriety and his therapy sessions. To continue putting his best foot forward the only way he could. That he would rely on the black-haired man when he had a problem he couldn't solve on his own. Little things here and there that he was happy to commit too.

Then came other easier things. Taking his pills, staying sober, loving and providing for them both? Open communication? How could he not find it easy? That's why when he created this challenge, he wanted his husband to understand every facet of it. Wanted him to know that he had an out. That he had an option and choice in the matter. From there on it was so unbelievably easy to take care of it all.

To tick off each kink, each scenario, with the assurance that the black-haired man really did have that control. Shouta's word was just as strong as his own. Just as much a law as his own. Better than any contract he would sign, his word was going to be his own law. Whether Shouta understood that or not, the blonde had given the chance for stopping countless times. If Shouta ever needed to stop everything?

They would. However, his husband never threw that white flag. In fact, it was quite the opposite as to his surprise, he got to watch his husband blossom before his very eyes. Going from a vocal but shy man during sex. Someone who would say a few vulgar things into the man he saw before him now. Someone bold, confident when it came down to it. How unbelievably amazing it was to see this change.

To see the black-haired man blossom like that. And so, when he had promised to make this last choice special? He meant it. Every word of it whenever the black-haired man questioned him on it. He found himself excited to dive into the simplistic world of wax play. Even if it put a lump in his throat. He knew he could draw it out, give them more time, but he also knew it was inevitable. Everything came to an end.

They had done so much exploring. So much learning and discovery about one another. About themselves. And that is what he had wanted from the very beginning. So, with a few stops at stores to try and find what he wanted, he had felt stumped. And then he was heading for that familiar store he had gone too countless times now. Welcomed by the familiar sight of the walls and rows of adult toys.

Some that would make even the boldest of men blush. Of course, being a familiar face was always embarrassing but he didn't mind it one bit. Customer discretion was big with the store, after all. That wouldn't stop them from gossiping amongst one another. He had scanned the isles until he got an employee helpfully called out softly to him. With an explanation to the worker, he was led to the right isle rather quickly.

It was as he was then looking over the candles that he had been given a few recommendations. And from there the pieces were easy to connect together with what he wanted to do. Gathering those rose scented candles from their sensation play? Planning out a nice dinner for the night? That was child's play. It was easy to get everything ready for them. Easy to make the night feel special like he wanted.

It was only the decision to get things started. And it was when he talked about it with his husband, the man expressed his interest in doing it that following Thursday. Over and over, he offered to change it to another day. Any other day. Siting the man's stress, his reluctance that he'd seen once or twice to finish the challenge. Then he got right down to to the fact it would only be his second night home.

Of course, this got him glares and pouts from the black-haired man. The stubborn refusal to change the day or his answer. This continued until he was sighing as he dropped the topic. It didn't stop him from promising his husband could reschedule it. That they could save it for some other time he wanted too. That perhaps they should give it a few days of him being him. And when he got that scathing refusal from the man?

Well, he bit his lip and kept himself from speaking on it again. To keep from pissing off his husband at the time but when he dared trying to bring it up the man shot it down ruthlessly. Each offer was shot down one after another with that same manner. The black-haired man seemed to refuse to hear a single excuse on why they shouldn't do it. Refused to acknowledge the outs he was giving him.

Ignoring the pouts and huffs he gave back to the man. While, yes, he did want to do it with his husband he also felt it wasn't right. Who wanted to have sex after being away at work? Wouldn't the rational response be to relax? To acclimate to being home? And with Shouta being who he was, wouldn't that be more natural? But no. Not his stubborn, irritable, cranky husband. If anything, he seemed to push it.

To insist they do it. And yet it didn't mask that he knew what his husband was thinking. It was too easy to tell when that trace of a bittersweet look on his husband's face appeared when they spoke about it. It told him everything he needed to know. Neither of them wanted it to be over. After such a wild, amazingly breathless ride together with this challenge it felt impossible to end it. But it didn't change anything.

It was going to be over.

When he woke that morning before the sun, he had felt that trace of reluctance. He spent a few moments in bed, in the darkness of the room, staring at his husband's sleeping face. Admiring the blurry image before him. The black lashes that trembled on pink cheeks, with brows twitching together and the way his mouth hung open. His back rising and falling in those slow, deep breaths as his legs squirmed.

Moving against his own in restless little nudges and kicks. There was even a patch of drool soaking into the pillow. And his hair rested in what he could only describe as a rat's nest. Bedhead was weak when compared to the wild mess on his husband's head. And even if he had his hearing aids in, he would hear the man was snoring softly. It was a surprisingly delicate noise. Best described as a back of the throat snoring.

When he put his hearing aids in he loved to listen to the adorable, delicate noise. It wasn't as all how one would think a man would snore. Not at all like his own occasional snoring. It was only when the sun began peeking over the horizon that he moved. Watching the sun send that weak, pale-yellow light against the dark sky did he get out of bed and go about their routine. Starting with getting the shower on.

That was followed by getting dressed and tackling the fiasco that was getting his hair styled. He then settled into the easy task of brushing his teeth. He then went to the kitchen to get breakfast on the table for his small family. Starting with putting a pot of coffee on that was a must for Hitoshi and Shouta. From there? It. Took. Off. Getting breakfast, having everyone dressed and styling Eri's hair.

Hitoshi shouting down the stairs about his backpacks placement. Then about the assignment folder that he'd left on the coffee table in the living room. Listening to the quiet grunts and hums from Shouta. Only for the black-haired man and the indigo-haired teen to begin bickering with one another over little things. Over how the folder that had a few claw marks on it from the cats. After getting Eri's hair into the style she wanted.

He was running out of time. Out the door they flew with Eri being dropped off and the three of them on their way to U.A for the day. It was a whirlwind of activity for the rest of the day. One problem after another surfacing. Time being eaten up with the lessons that flew right by in a blur. Before he knew it, he was devouring his lunch. Eating same speed and fervor as his husband usually did.

Then he went on with the afternoon in a frazzled manner as the day came to a close. He wished he knew where the day had gone. Where they had lost time, but it was washed away with the shift in duties when they got home. Homework, grading, emails and dinner. It was a flurry of moments that led him to the bedroom with Shouta offering to put Eri to bed for him. It's not like there was much of a choice.

The girl had clung to Shouta as she was settled on his hip, flashing her puppy dog look. He was weak against those fluttering lashes and the way she jutted her lip out. Undeniably adorable. He gave up without a fight. Gave up in favor of getting the room READY. By doing so, he placed and lit those candles around the room like he had during their sensation play together as he lit one wick after another.

Trying his best to recreate that calming atmosphere, he fussed with the lighting. Then he let his gaze flick over to the two candles burning cheerfully on their bedside table. While it was far from the whole candle, he truly didn't see them using the entire thing. At least, he didn't think they'd be using the entirety of their respective candles tonight. It was slow going but they were melting at least.

Humming softly to himself, he walked over to the bedside table after fussing with that last candle on the dresser. He then took a deep breath to take in that sweet, faint scent. It would take a few moments, but he knew in a few moments they'd be filling the air of the room. Shouta would love it. He certainly loved that beautifully cloying scent that always left him taking deeper breaths in an effort to hold down in his lungs.

To enjoy the scent they both liked. Scratching at his cheek he checked the melting candles. The flames danced up at him playfully from their place beneath the lamp when he turned his attention to the bed. Tugging at the towels he'd laid out until they were straight as they possibly could be against the blanket. Reaching up, he pressed at his hearing aids. Making sure there wasn't a chance of them slipping out of his ears.

Then the doors grinding open had him looking over his shoulder. Shouta was shooing at a cat trying to squeeze their way into the bedroom. The doors ground in their tracks as they shut quickly with a thud. He spun on his feet towards his husband, the man turning towards him. And then those dark eyes widened. He loved that adorably startled look as Shouta's wide eyes then flicked around the room.

From the red candles to the white ones next to him on the bedside table. The way they scanned the towels on the bed before they lifted up to him. He swore he could see that flush smothering itself over his cheeks. He smiled softly holding his hands out towards his husband. The black-haired man was walking over to him without a WORD to prompt him forward. How effortlessly his husband fit against him.

Snug and comfortable. As if after all these years his arms had warped to fit and accommodate the black-haired man specially. "Hey."

"Hey." Chilly hands caressed the curve of his waist sending shivers down his back from the temperature of his hands. Eyes flicked over the room before landing back on him once again with a little smile. "So, you really meant it, huh? Making this last one special?"

"Of course, I did! It's the last one, so why not make it special? To commemorate our first ever sex challenge?"

"It's been a lot, hasn't it? We've bounced from one thing to another and discovered a lot about ourselves. Some good, some bad. I can say confidently that I did like it, love. I liked it a lot. To be a bit stupid and doing these wild, kinky as fuck things with you. It was fun, Zashi."

"That was the whole point of it! To learn, to discover and have fun." Shivering lightly when those chilled hands caressed his waist, he felt the black-haired man twist closer to him. Pressing their chests together and he happily took the hint for what it was. He tightened his arms around the black-haired man's shoulders as he slid his fingers through the locks. "It's been a wild fucking ride, that's for sure."

"And, if I understood you right, this won't be the only one? We're going to do another?" He smiled widely at his husband when hands continued caressing his waist. The soft whisper of palms brushing against his skin had his heart skipping in his chest once again. Humming softly, he twisted a few locks around his fingers. "That'll take some planning, won't it? To do another?"

"Absolutely! We have healthy, good communication which means you won't be so shy this time round and we can brainstorm a whole new list! I think fifty is a good cap, don't you?" The delight he saw shining in those dark eyes with a hopeful little smile. It had him squeezing his arms around Shouta's shoulders. it was so unbelievably easy to make his husband happy. To make him smile like that.

"Alright, fifty then." He chuckled when his husband nodded before tilting his head. "Do you want to go first? Besides, how hard can it be? Drizzle the candle wax, make sure the towels are in place, and then sex, right?"

He couldn't help laughing at the dry, sarcastic tone of his husband's as arms curled around his waist. Hands fanned out against his lower back as Shouta grinned at him. "Cheeky little man you are, huh?"

"Maybe. I mean, am I wrong?" That grin widened into that beautifully manic one that had dark eyes shining at him with that playful look.

"You're not wrong and you know you're not." He chuckled softly as he then tugged his fingers through his hair gently. "Would you like to make love with me tonight, Shouta? We've done nothing but fuck for what feels like forever now, haven't we? Let's at least aim for lovemaking rather than fucking, yeah?"

"Ending it on a sweet note with some lovemaking, hmm?" Arms slid from around his waist as the blonde wrapped his arms from Shouta's shoulders. He gently tugged and worked his fingers from the soft black locks, feeling his husband shiver from the little pulls. "Are the candles done? You said that you wanted to do it on your thighs, right?"

"Mhmm! And the candles are-" He twisted to look behind him then stepped away from the black-haired man in favor of blowing out the flames. They trembled right above the melted wax, seconds from disaster it could have been and as the smoke curled upwards, he turned back his husband with a smile. "Done! So, why don't you strip?"

"I will. You just worry about getting your ass up there." Oh? Oh. The sparkle in those dark eyes, disrupted by a flicker of heat, and the wide manic grin on his lips that bared his teeth in that Totoro-esque manner sent a fluttering, sharp burst of excitement when his husband grabbed at the bottom of his shirt.

"Oh? You're playful now, huh? Fine! I'll heave this ass up that you love so much onto the bed then! I just you really do have a thing for flat asses, Sho!"

"Flat? Yes. Your ass? Also yes. It's fitting and you know that, Zashi. Just get your ass up there and enjoy it."

"Yes, sir!"

With a snicker he then lifted his arms up as his husband snorted. Fingers then brushing against his sides with a twitch of that wide grin telling him it was intentional. Targeted. And then the view of the man was disrupted by the shirt flying over his head. His hair slithered then fell down onto his back again as the shirt was tossed to the side. Fingers hooked into the waistline of his pants then tugging at them lightly.

The sight of those black lashes fluttering as that twitching grin had him smirking back with a little nod. How long had it been since they undressed each other? It felt like it had been forever since the black-haired man tugged his clothing off. They both were always so preoccupied in the heat, the lust, that taking off clothes themselves was always done quickly. It was always the faster, easier option.

But as his husband slid his pants and boxers down he felt his heart jump to life in his chest. Sprinting with a wave of excitement ripping through him. It had that giddy urge to squeal, giggle, and joke once again with the man. He then stepped out of the pants with his husband whipping them off to the side. Reaching out, he grabbed the hem of his husband's tank top then tugged it upwards as the man chuckled softly.

And he didn't bother listening to it. No matter how rich it sounded. It was lost on him when his eyes and mind were too focused on the skin revealing itself inch by inch. It left him excited, eager to continue onwards with tugging it up. And he did so happily. Revealing that happy trail, the softening yet toned stomach of his only to go up, up, up. Revealing the black curls of his chest hair as he tugged the shirt over Shouta's head.

It was like a treat to watch those black locks slithering then falling around his face and shoulders once again. Brushing at flushed, stubbled cheeks and a touch messy from the fabric pulling at the black locks. He reached down to trace his fingers along the waistline of his pants. Listening to the little hitch in Shouta's breath. He then hooked his fingers into the waistlines of his sweatpants and boxers.

Tugging them down, he was more than overjoyed. Delighted at revealing each inch of his hips, his pelvis and his thighs as he tugged them down to his knees. He helped the man step out of his bunched-up clothing before straightening up. Only to suppress a little shiver when he found those eyes locked on him. As if he were contemplating a meal, he was going to gorge himself on it. Devouring him with a look alone.

It had his breaths trembling for a moment as he turned to face the bed. He climbed onto the bed with the man snorting once again. Laying out on the towels, he patted his thighs. Had his husband not been grinning like that then the eyeroll would have been sarcastic. Perhaps even rude to a stranger seeing it. Truthfully, had hat grin not been there it would have been. But with the playful almost flirtatious atmosphere?

The look in those dark eyes? There was no mistake in the affectionate playfulness to it all. Shouta then climbed up next to him, reaching over grabbing the heated glass candle carefully as the rather clear wax sloshed and while it was far from hardening, he knew they were on a timed schedule to get it poured. Get it onto skin before it needed to be remelted. Shuffling closer to him, the black-haired man sat shy of the towel's edge.

Then those dark eyes flicked to him. As if Shouta were giving him a chance to refuse. He merely nodded, listening to his hair rustling against their pillows when he did so, and adjusted his position before shutting his eyes as he felt his glasses lift awkwardly from his nose due to the backs pressing against the pillow. And then the comforting temperature was dribbled over the top of his thigh in a thin line.

It made him shiver as it spread quickly over his skin. Sinking into it just enough to make him hum softly. It was nothing compared to the heated massage oil he used on Shouta. However, it was just enough to feel it. To feel the heat of the wax being poured over his thigh in thin dribbling lines. He opened his eyes after a moment. He found dark eyes flicking over his face with a trace of worry. Hesitant.

As if the black-haired man was worried it would suddenly change at a moments notice. And so he offered a smile. He smiled softly, comfortingly as he could at the man. He watched the subtle little bob of that Adam's Apple when his husband swallowed with a little nod. A thick line was then poured over his thigh. A soft little huff of a sigh broke out of him in response to the heat. Comfortingly hot.

It sank eagerly into his skin before cooling over the top of his skin. Goosebumps broke out over his skin at the shiver that rolled over him from the thicker lines being poured over his thigh. He hummed softly at his husband who then drizzled one line from his right thigh to his left. The wax dripped down his thighs with those thicker lines dripping faster. Sliding down the sides of his thighs.

He could see the wax on his right thigh begin to harden with its cooling. And a little thought popped into his head. How quickly it took hold as he watched the rather confident swirls and lines being made on his skin. The little swirling lines that had been made on his thighs as he looked to his husband curiously. It wasn't hard to spot the intrigue in those dark eyes. The little satisfaction as each line was poured.

His husband liked it. While wax play was necessarily hard, the fact his husband was enjoying it even a bit? It was quite adorable to see the little grin tilting at the corner of his lips. The way those dark eyes locked onto his thighs intently with each line poured. It was only when Shouta wriggled his hand between his thighs, pushing at his left leg that it clicked. He shifted on the towel, using his feet to lift his hips up.

Adjusting his position in a little shuffle letting out a grunt when he settled back down. He then let his legs fall open earning a soft hum from the man next to him. He shuddered when the hot wax was then drizzled over his right inner thigh first. A lazy sweep of Shouta's hand resulted in a thick line sliding down his skin. The sank eagerly into the sensitive skin before an identical drizzle was being poured over his left inner thigh.

He then let out a soft noise before he could swallow it down. Dark eyes flicked up to him curiously only to flare with that familiar heat. That look that had his own breath hitching a touch on his next inhale. He swore he'd melt faster than the damn candle under the attention. Under the warmth sinking into his skin and the pairing of those eyes on him. Looking at him like that. He then let his gaze fall to his thighs.

The wax dripping halfway down his thighs only to harden. A line was drizzled up the length of his inner thigh only to stop abruptly. The black-haired man then moving his hand higher to pour a thick line of wax onto his hip then arching it up along his stomach rather playfully. Along the smooth, hair free skin of his, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Of course he would. Shouta wouldn't let the wax get onto his hair.

It wasn't a big deal, of course, as Shouta never minded that he waxed but the one thing Shouta always insisted he never touched was his happy trail. That he could do whatever he wanted with the other patches on his body but to not touch his happy trail. That was the only thing he begged him not to wax or shave away. And he happily complied. He didn't understand what the big deal was regarding it,

but he never questioned it. And truthfully? If he had to admit that if HE liked his husband's happy trail, the very thing he liked to follow down to that wild patch of black curls then it had to be the same for Shouta, didn't it? The heat of the wax seemed to sink far deeper on his inner thighs as he watched that movements of his husband's hand, the draining wax spilling onto his inner and upper thighs only to drip onto the towel.

It felt unbelievably nice. Not one second did he fear that his husband would burn him. Not one second did it hurt. It was a comfortable heat, one that sank and had his muscles twitching in response. Nothing that made him worried. They did have two damp towels on the headboard and a pitcher of water on the floor as safety precautions. Anything and everything to make sure they were being safe.

It was only when the last of his wax was dribbled down his inner left thigh that Shouta tilted his head looking down at his thighs to which he blinked. There was a faint red hue around the wax but pain? Non-existent. He knew it was merely a reaction of the heat to which he clicked his tongue sitting up as he felt a crack of the wax on his thighs as he smiled at Shouta. Raising his brows quickly in a flick.

Something he hoped as suggestive, flirtatious and playful. He knew he hit the mark when he got another eyeroll. One that held with it an angst that he hadn't seen since Shouta's emo phase during high school. It was a sarcastic, dry look that pointed itself at him when those dark eyes rested on him once more. "Your turn, baby!"

The black-haired man sighed at him when he smiled brilliantly only to twist and shuffle in that awkward little dance. Shouta was sat down in his place with a little hum. He then reached hands reaching up to tie his hair into a high bun. To keep any possible wax from somehow getting into it. Freeing up the space on his back. He then flipped over pressing his chest to the bed, his knees digging into the bed.

He watched as they spread comfortably when the man cleared his throat before speaking up with an undeniably playful tone. Teasing. "You know that you've been ogling me since you shaved me, right?"

"Hmm? So what?"

He knew he sounded flippant, distracted as he tugged open the bedside table for the lube and condoms only to eye the candle wax speculatively. Lifting the box up, he tugged the chain out and ripped off the fourth condom with a little frown. Three left. He'd have to go to the store soon to grab a few boxes or spring for something with a bigger count when he blinked turning to his husband.

"So you admit it, then? You completely acknowledge you've been gawking at me?"

He blinked again staring at his husband. His brain felt like a spinning wheel on a computer monitor; trying to comprehend it. A weak rush of heat burned in the back of his neck as he blinked a few more times at the man before forcing himself to speak. "Wait, what?"

"You've been staring at me since you shaved me. Whenever I'm taking my pants off or showering, you're staring at me with this smug little look." He raised his brows when Shouta smirked at him; it was a vicious, wide thing. As smug as he apparently looked at the man and Lord if it didn't have his face ripping with heat. "So, you're not even going to deny it? Honestly, I think you like playing barber and fussing over it."

"So, what if I do, huh? I like it no matter how it looks. But you have to admit, baby, that you had a literal bush down there before I did something about it!" He tried to keep the pout off his lips as he slapped the wipes on top of the table. Then he shut the drawer with the heel of his wrist. He grabbed the candle holder, admiring at the heat sinking into his palms and fingers. "It's sexy whether you admit it or not!"

"Oh, yeah? Sexy, huh?" That smirk of his widening along with that soft flush? The wicked, playful look in those dark eyes? It was damn sexy, and he knew it. Heat flickered under his skin as his heart sprinted in a frenzy against his chest. His stomach twisted and dropped airily with excitement. He then pressed his lips together in response. "You wanna elaborate on that, Zashi? Tell me why it's so sexy to you?"

Hm? Oh. Oh! He stared at his husband as he took a deep breath. The sweet scent of those rose scented candles had his head feeling light. Airy. And the heated, challenging expression on his husband's flushed face paired with that wide smirk had his heart jumping into his throat. Oh, he could play this game. "Well, for one, it makes your cock all the more mouthwatering, you know. Makes it look good."

"Mhmm? Anything else?"

"Oh, there is! I fucking love burying my nose in these pretty curls you have, baby." Ah, that got him. He saw the shiver burst over his husband as those eyes remained locked onto him. Intent on making him the flustered one it would seem. "Because you're far sexier with it. You never care how wild or chaotic it is and you're happy about it! It gives you this rugged, manly look I fucking love. That's why it's also sexy, baby!"

"A manly look, huh? I have to say that your drool-over-men worthy bisexuality is showing, Zashi." He smirked at the black-haired man, loving that deepening flush on his cheeks as he shuffled closer placing the melted candle between his own wax covered thighs as he tossed the condom onto the pillow and cracked open the top to the lube.

"I don't just drool over men! I drool over you." Squirting a dollop onto his fingers, he hummed softly and began spreading the liquid over his fingers. Dark eyes locked onto his hands, lips parting with a trembling breath that rushed out and he let his smirk widen at the man. "And you love that I do, don't you? You love that I can't take my eyes off of you. And why would I want too? Why would I ever want to look away?"

"Y-You're not-!"

"Not playing fair?" Reaching down, he wiped his left hand on the edge of the towel before tapping his fingers against the rim of the candle's glass holder. Watching his husband's eyes widen when they followed the movement before flicking up to his face. Excited. Eager. "Shouta, darling boy, don't I always play fair? It's not my fault if you get flustered by a few dirty words! Now, you enjoy this, alright? Relax, baby."

The black-haired man gave him a soft hum as he buried his face in his arms. The heat of the glass warmed his palm and fingers as he pulled the candle from between his legs. He noticed a few pieces of wax fell on the blanket beneath him. There was a fresh warmth between his thighs from the candle. He shifted forward to the edge of the towel then lifted up the glass candle. A fidget from his husband was given.

As if he could see his hand. He tipped it forward allowing a thin drizzle of the melted wax onto his husband's back. A shiver followed by a short little exhale from Shouta had his heart jumping excitedly in his chest. He had to figure this out. To multitask. He moved his hand to drip the wax along Shouta's back with a hum. He was awed at how it mixed in with the shade of his husband's skin before it would begin to harden.

It was addicting drizzling the wax up his back the backs of his shoulders, his upper back and his shoulder blades with the wax. Tipping his hand further to allow that drizzle to become thicker. Bold strokes as he weaved back and forth in a lazy manner. Shouta shivered and the slick fingers of his right hand rubbed together instinctively. There was something addicting in pouring the wax over Shouta's back.

Watching him squirm and shiver while he poured the wax over his skin with that comforting heat. There was joy in watching the wax drip down his sides to the towel beneath him. In the sight of it solidifying into that milky white it had been before it melted. In watching goosebumps rise along his husband's skin when he grew bolder and traced a line closer towards the nape of his neck. It was addicting.

He saw the little twitches and squirms that had him tensing up to stop. The trembling little breaths that were lengthened into soft little sighs, but he could see it. The trembling excitement when he held himself still. As if he were eager for the wax to run out. Eager for him to touch and caress his skin. He hummed softly as he happily followed down the center of his back along his spine. A shudder break out over the man.

Given there was only half a candle, he was a touch surprised. He truly thought there was more than it had looked but could it because he had gotten lost in it? Lost in pouring the wax as his husband sighed and shivered like that? It felt like his husband had drizzled more onto his top and inner thighs than he truly did but perhaps it was because of how it dripped? How it spread so easily?

And truthfully, it was aweing. Watching it drip and solidify in white, lazy lines on his skin. Pouring it over the black-haired man's skin only to watch goosebumps rise with shivers. To see it drip so quickly to the towels when it made it that far. It was amazing. Like some kind of work of art as he continued drizzling the remaining wax over the twitching skin happily. He loved it. One gentle, sweet and simple kink to finish it off.

So far, they had come. From the riskiest, wildest and most controversial kinks to the softest one by the end of it. He drizzled a line across his husband's lower back, he looked over the candle. A little pass that halfway mark, they had more than enough to relight the wicks. There was more than enough for a little additional play if Shouta so wished for it. It had heat flashing under his skin viciously.

Scalding him to his very bones with that heat as he bit at his lip to choke down a little noise clawing there. Then Shouta squirmed in response to the noise created once again when he rubbed his fingers together instinctively. Absent mindedly. His heart jumped into his throat when he heard a soft, airy noise leave his husband at the slick noise and he found himself placing down the candle on the bed next to them.

He then let out a slow breath in an attempt to calm the excitement tearing into him. Shuffling forward carefully, keeping his slick fingers upwards and using the heel of his hand. He knew he needed to get the condom off of the pillow. He would need it soon enough yet he didn't move. Not a twitch towards that direction. He settled in behind the black-haired man as he reached out with his dry hand to part his cheeks.

Bringing his fingers forward, he dragged his teeth over his lip a few times to strangle it down. The excitement. To calm the heat that was burning impatiently beneath his skin for a solution. For it to be appeased. He heard the sharp inhale as he rubbed his slick fingers against Shouta's hole. From who, he had not a clue as his mind was too busy marveling. To busy planning as he rubbed at his husband slickly.

He heard another soft, airy noise leave his husband as the that familiar and rather lewd noise rang out. His fingers slipped easily against that twitching hole as he swirled his fingers in little circles against it. Choking down another sound clawing at his throat when he felt those hips angling backwards. Shouta's knees moved in a stuttered movement due to the towels. It had his blood burning through his veins.

It was far to easy to giddily fall into the routine of rubbing his fingers against his husband. To alternate between that classic motion and swirling circles against him. There was a strange delight in adding the new little rubbing. Especially with how he now knew that Shouta loved it. He had questioned it before, asking if it was something too new or strange to use out of nowhere. If he preferred he didn't do it.

At least not without asking him but his husband had told him in a mumble that it was fine. Such a gruff tone that didn't match the blush that had spread over his cheeks as he rolled over. An adorable reaction but the man had told him the truth. And to reward the truth, there was only one choice. So, he decided to include it in their foreplay. To use it when he could because the reactions?

They were breathtakingly worth it. The way Shouta's hips twitched backwards when he rubbed the pads of his fingers in circles. Alternating wickedly until the black-haired man's breath was hitching. Rubbing at him as the man began to squirm. Subtle little movements of the muscles jumping in his thighs that wriggled in a way that told him they'd squeeze together. They would rub if they could with that squirm alone.

He loved the hitching breaths he tried to hide by burying his face into his arms. The slick noise from his rubbing that had his own breaths coming unevenly. All of it was an amazing, lust inducing situation. Fed the emotion until it was sizzling out of control through him with the intent on ripping him apart. Leave him desperate and dizzy with the feverish heat beneath his skin. And now was no damn different.

His eyes were locked down in awe at the man's twitching hole. He rubbed firm circles against the twitching muscles until he got what he wanted. A whimper. It was quiet but he knew that reedy, cracking noise anywhere. He then let his gaze flick up to his husband's back. A mess of white wax solidifying on his skin with droplets having rolled down his side only to solidify rather quickly before they could drop off.

He pressed his fingers against the black-haired man's twitching hole. Awed at the whimper flying out of his husband at such a high volume. It was as if his husband's body was intent on sucking his fingers. Who was he going to deny that? A low, muffled noise left his husband when he pressed at him with that pressure. Pressing, pressing, pressing. Teasing with a little bounce against the ring of muscle.

And oh, it was a stark difference to hear the growl leave his husband. Irritated. Impatient. It had his hardening dick twitching with the jolt of arousal it sent through him as he took a breath. It was amazing how one little noise could make him damn hot. Willing to do anything the man wanted him to do for the both of them to feel good. And so, he pushed his finger in. Not wasting a second more on teasing.

And God if it wasn't worth it. A groan left Shouta, the noise throaty in it's pitch making a wave of heat wash over him. Burning him from the inside out as his stomach knotted up excitedly. All from one little sound leaving his husband. He then marveled at how tightly the man's hole squeezed at his finger. Humming softly at the man, he rubbed the pad of his finger idly against his inner wall. He then raised his brows with a little grin.

Catching the shiver as it rolled over Shouta with whine broke out of the black-haired man. Lazily, he began to thrust his finger in those even thrusts that always had Shouta frustrated. Impatiently irritated. The slow, easy slide that had the man whining and growling at him respectively depending on what he did between those thrusts. And oh, if it wasn't tempting to tease this man. To push and jab until he was twisted up.

After all, he knew that those teasing nudges against his husband's prostate, just below it, drove him crazy. And he knew he loved when he twisted and rubbed his fingers against his inner walls to find the man's prostate. But tonight, wasn't about driving his husband up the wall. It wasn't about tearing him apart piece by piece as he wailed. He had meant it that tonight was going to be sweet.

That tonight would be special. He increased the speed of his thrusting finger, listening to the little squelch that rang out. If he could pick that up over his trembling breaths and those soft, low noises. It was truly aweing to have the angle to watch his own thrusting into the black-haired man. To see the twitch of his hole around it. To feel the fluttering squeeze of those muscles clutching at his finger.

He let his mouth drop open slightly to take a deep breath only for it to remain that way. To allow those hitching, trembling breaths to go down easier. Better than through his nose, that much was for sure. He knew that Shouta heard each breath feeding into an increasing speed as he thrusted his finger into him. Then the man squirmed as his hips twitching back to meet a thrust. Felt the black-haired jump with a whimper.

Squirming back eagerly in response to his nudge against the man's prostate with another reedy noise leaving his husband. It sent a shiver down his back as the temptation presented itself. He wouldn't. Not tonight. He instead moved his middle finger up to press against his husband earning him another whimper as those hips leaned backwards with such an eager manner that he was happily pressing his finger against the twitching hole.

More, more, more. He swore he could hear the words flying through Shouta's mind. Knew they were repeating on loop if his little squirms and the twitching of his hole meant anything. The muscles that jumped in his back and along his thighs spoke volumes as well. He couldn't see his face but there was little to wonder about. He could see it in his mind as clearly as he would with his eyes. He knew it by heart.

Nudging against him, he slid his middle finger into that twitching hole earning him a low moan from the man. He thrusted his fingers slowly, carefully with that slick noise ringing out. Keeping his gaze locked on his husband as he waited for any type of noise of protest. A shout to tell him it was too much. But he got neither reactions. In fact, a moan flew out of his husband that bordered on that keening edge.

Thrusting his fingers into that twitching hole, he couldn't help but marvel at that tight, tight squeeze. One promised to strangle his erection the second he slid in. He felt his erection twitch against his stomach as he curled his free hand into a loose fist against his thigh. Fighting the urge down as he swallowed a groan down. Dong anything to keep himself in line. To keep from touching himself yet.

It was a tempting to do so yet when Shouta's hips jerked back as he grazed over his prostate. However, it was forgotten quickly when the man moaned out in that keening manner. Strained as it ripped out of him. Giddily he ground the pads of his fingers against the spot had that keening moan deepening into a snapping, throaty noise. He rolled his fingers against the spot in the tight circles he knew his husband adored.

Grinding, grinding, grinding. Switching between those up and down strokes only to grind down against the little gland. The way his husband jolted and jerked with the waves of pleasure. The cry that left the man that muffled itself from his position. God did it make him squirm as he whined at the black-haired man. The excitement was ripping him apart as he rolled his fingers from the spot.

It had the black-haired man moaning at him with such encouragement that he couldn't think of stopping it. Of pulling more, more, more noises out of the man. Rubbing at the spot, he saw the trembling of his husband's legs. Saw little jerks of hips rolling before stopping as the man shuddered with the pleasure it gave. He then slid his fingers away from his prostate which resulted in a groan of protest.

Shouta then jerked his hips backwards and his head lifted up. Just enough to peek over his shoulder. And God, if that wasn't a look. The blush was indeed mothering its way across his cheeks with his lashes in that heavy lidded manner. Trembling with the effort to stay open. His brows squeezing together tightly, twitching lightly with the effort of it. Even the wrinkle between them had his heart jumping.

His mouth indeed hung open with those fast, quiet breaths but the look in his eyes was what did it. What had him jumping to get this going. The smoldering, desperate plea in those unfocused dark eyes. How they begged silently for what he wanted. What he needed. If Shouta wanted it right that second then he'd happily give it. He spread his fingers out fiercely then pulling a moan from the man.

Shouta's head fell forward again as his chest slumped back down and he pushed at those muscles. Trembling with effort, he felt those muscles attempting to squeeze around them again. Strangle them back together. He repeated the action twice more; pressing together only to scissor them out pulling a throaty noise from his husband. It had him closing his open hanging mouth to bite at lip.

To keep the answering noise down only for it to come out on a cracked whine that had his husband shivering. He scissored his fingers out a third time pushing at the man's trembling muscles. Then he decided on that beautiful, familiar rhythm. Thrust, thrust, thrust and spread. Spread, spread, spread then thrust. It was a maddening switch up that had those muscles squeezing and twitching around him.

It was so tight, so strong, that he swore those twitches and squeezes came together to mimic a throbbing sensation around his fingers. Or was it possible to do that? Throbbing around his fingers in such a way or was it merely his mind spitting it out? He had not a clue if it was even possible. God help him if he didn't love the moans and whimpers slipping out of his husband. The squirms and restless twitches he made subconsciously.

Then he rolled his fingers in a twirling motion only to pull back and spread them fiercely. Pushing at those trembling, fluttering muscles giddily. It had his husband growling at him with such a delicious tone that it had him shivering. Had him burning with the heat eating him up from the inside out. His erection twitched against his stomach where it happily dripped onto his stomach. Smearing against the skin.

He felt as if he was sizzling away with each pump of his heart. The blood racing through his veins with the scalding heat that clawed beneath his skin insistently in an effort to find relief. Spreading his fingers out again, the man whined at him in that keening manner that sounded akin to a damn mewl. A noise he hadn't heard since their very first attempt with pet play and God if it didn't make knots form in his stomach.

Had him biting furiously at his lip as he moaned low in his throat at the black-haired man who jerked his hips back in response with a huff of a breath leaving him. Pressing his fingers together, he thrusted them in eagerly to the tight heat that seemed intent on squeezing his fingers into stillness. Keeping them buried there. And Lord knows he wouldn't have a problem with that. Giving those teasing rubs to the man's prostate.

The action earned him a few of those keening, mewling whines and whimpers that had his teeth dragging over his lip in favor of dragging a breath in through his mouth. Listening to the trembling quality of it as he slid his fingers backwards to spread them out. And he just couldn't help but feel that familiar awe. Gawking at the gaping stretch that had the outer ring of that hole twitching against his fingers.

It was always fucking hot to see the man's hole stretched out that way. He fucking loved it. It was an erotic sight he couldn't get enough of. However, he pressed them together with one goal in mind. That brutal, ruthless fucking wasn't on his mind tonight, he had much better things in mind than fingering the man to his first orgasm of the night. Pulling his fingers out of the man, he watched Shouta's head rise.

Shuddering at that glazed and unfocused look but there was a spark of hope. Of excitement. He smiled as he rubbed his slick fingers against the man's hole lightly. Then he took a breath. He moved backwards from his knee, shifting then sitting backwards in a proper sitting position with his legs stretched out in front of him. He then lifted his hands up, curling his fingers as he smiled at the black-haired man.

"G-Get the condom, baby! Come make love with me!"

It was adorable how fast his husband snatched up that condom, oblivious to the cracking wax on his back. The way a few locks of hair were sliding from that high and messy bun of his. His nails dragged over the pillowcase as he grabbed the condom before turning to him. He held his hand out only to have it slammed into his hand to which he lifted it up ripping it open. "Y-You're a menace, you know that?"

"I do!" He smiled when he tugged the slippery ring from the wrapper as those dark eyes watched his hands like a hawk. Squirming next to him, ready to pounce on him like he was a predator waiting to get him. He burned at that thought. Of this man pouncing on him, pinning him to the bed and taking what he wanted. leaving him helpless at the man's mercy. "And y-you're a brat, but hey! It's what I love about you!"

He got a grunt from his husband in response. As if he didn't give a fuck what he had to say at the moment. He hummed softly as he rolled then fussed with the condom until it was on comfortably. Then he reached for the lube with that hawk gaze on him when he squirted a dollop of lube onto his palm. Reaching down, he covered the condom with another little hum. A few drops of the lube hit the blanket but it was ignored.

Happily, ignored in favor of allowing Shouta to swing himself onto his lap, knees digging into the bed on either side of him. He raised his hands up to brush his palms along his waist lightly before giving a squeeze as his own eyes dropped to that beautiful cursive spelling of his name glowing on his husband's hip bone. A beautiful, simplistic piece of art that was marvel worthy. He knew the stigma of tattooed names.

He knew some didn't get them because you never knew what happened. Divorce, breaking up, death and who knows what else so seeing that on his husband's hip? Well, it spoke volumes. It was an honor to see that his husband was so confident in them never leaving one another. Lifting his gaze back up, he happily admired the flushed face of Shouta's. A hand then rested on his shoulder while the other ducked down.

Reaching beneath him to grab at his twitching erection. His breaths were scratching his throat on their way in and out, increasing with excitement when those fingers squeezed him. Tightening their hold on him as he then tugged at him. He felt like an idiot. Sitting there, red faced as his mouth hum open while he watched those hips move down. Fuck, he couldn't tell who's breathing was louder.

Who's was coming faster as he clung to the black-haired man's waist tightly. Noting the little pieces of cracking wax falling onto the blanket. It was easy to ignore as well when he was pressing against that twitching hole. Pressing, pressing, pressing. Nudging until those hips moved down allowing him to slide in. He groaned as Shouta's right hand flew up to clutch as his shoulder with a moan.

Tightening his grip on him until nails bit into his shoulders as Shouta twisted closer. Clutched at him as if he would pull away any second. He leaned in pressing fluttering kisses against his chest, loving that little scratch of the black curls there. The heat was going to melt him away. The tight squeeze that had him eagerly whining as the man settled down in his lap. Allowing him to bottom out.

It was by far the best thing he swore he would ever experience in his life. Being in this man and touching him the way he did. To be able to marvel and gawk night after night over him. To have him in a way not another soul could say they ever would. He felt nails bite into his shoulders before they slid forward towards his back, arms sliding over them. He shuddered at the fingers brushing down his back.

Leaning in, he nipped at a hardened nipple earning a whine from the man. His hips remained still, his breaths racing and hitching above him as he slid his palms against his waist before dragging his nails lightly over his skin. It earned him a shiver from his husband as those nails dragged at his upper back in response. Scratching at his feverish skin sending shivers down his own back. A graze against him.

He couldn't imagine his husband clawing up his back during this first round but the ones after? Well, it certainly gave him something to look forward to too, didn't it? Giddy with the thought, he pressed his lips against that hardened nipple softly. Shivering when he heard that same little keening whine that bordered on that mewling tone. And it made his blood burn through his veins. It was a noise he hadn't hear in months.

Hadn't heard since his husband had shoved them both into the word of pet play and Lord if it didn't get him turned on like nothing else. It was a delicate little noise, adorable even but it had him aroused like nothing else just to hear it. To hear the pleasure in the high noise leaving his husband. Tearing himself from his thoughts, he happily raked his nails over Shouta's waist when those hips began rocking.

A slow, gentle motion that had him sighing out shakily. A groan flew out of him as the black-haired man squeezed around him tightly. The muscles in his thighs jumped and tensed with the urge to move. To thrust up into the tight, velvety heat that was gripping him so damn good. But with his position it would be a bit hard to do so unless he laid on his back. However, there was a delight in feeling those hips rocking against him.

The nails grazing over his skin lightly only to slide upwards to his hair. He shuddered as fingers twisted into the locks only to tug lightly at them. The fast, hitching breaths above him echoed his own as those fingers tugged lightly at his hair and he felt Shouta's thighs tense lightly with his motions. A soft moan left his husband as he slid his hands up the man's sides in a slow sweeping motion.

It had the man twisting against him, arching his chest as he then nipped at his nipple. Giving in to the impulse, he opened his mouth and covered the little thing. He suckled gently at the hard nub, swirling his tongue around it. He flicked the tip of his tongue against it making his husband squirm. It disrupted that slow rocking, but he didn't mind it. Not when it was merely resumed after those squirms.

Resumed into a more obvious rocking against him with nails dragging over his scalp and tugging at the locks. It sent little sparks of pleasure zipping down his back. He whined softly as he opened his mouth to lap at his nipple. Relishing in the feeling of that hardness against his tongue. He loved the whimper he got from his husband as he rubbed his piercing against the sensitive nub. That slow rocking gave way to his favorite rhythm.

That circular, lazy figure eight manner as his husband's breath hitched above him. Hands slid out of his hair to fan against his skin as they slid awkwardly to brush near his sides sending tingles racing under his skin. Not nearly as powerful as they had been during his turn with the Electra pads last week but damn close. It was impossible not to know where they wanted to go. Moaning out when the man squeezed around him again.

It was only made better when paired with Shouta's hands sliding over his skin was addicting. To see where they would go next as they left a wake of tingles behind. He slid his own hands along that feverish, soft skin towards his husband's back and loving the soft hitch of breath he got. Scratching at the man's lower back seemed to be the trigger for those circular motions to speed up. Not quite slow but more of a casual rhythm.

Bordered on a grinding manner when his husband pressed down against him. And he fucking loved it. It was an amazing, casual pace that he could die happily over. Dragging his nails forward from his lower back was a treat he didn't know he'd wanted. Feeling Shouta squirm as his hips ground down instinctively against him again. It had a moan ripping out of him that was echoed by a breathless whine.

It was a sound that had him shuddering as hands once again brushed near his sides. Tingles spread eagerly beneath his skin from the brushing touches of those hands. He found himself squirming much like his husband had. It was slow. Easy. Amazing. Better than the ruthless, fast and animalistic fucking they'd been divulging in time after time. This was the sweetest, tenderest and calmest way to end their challenge.

To say goodbye to this one.

A bittersweet thing it was. He shivered when hands slid up his back towards his shoulders. Felt nails grazing over his skin. He blinked as he pressed a kiss to his husband's left nipple. Letting it be known the intention delivering the same treatment to it that he'd given the other. And then hands were shoving at him firmly. He yelped as he flew backwards onto the bed. It bounced lightly with the impact of his sudden weight on it.

Instinctively, his legs squirmed awkwardly but then he was forgetting his little protests. His questions that had been necessary. Forgotten as he stared up at his husband's flushed face hovering above his own. Moaning out when those hips settling down on his pelvis as hands slid along his chest. The little sound of nails combing through the curls of hair on his own chest had his breath hitching.

Locks of hair were falling from his husband's bun to fall around his flushed face, and it was beautiful. So, so beautiful to see the man hovering above him. To see the smoldering expression in those dark eyes as they locked onto his own and the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. Shouta was an amazing, stunning man. So unbelievably handsome. Beautiful. And he would happily die if this was his last sight to see.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" His voice out in a cracking, husky tone as he reached up cupping his husband's face. Moving his thumbs he stroked Shouta's hot cheeks softly. And he got the reaction he wanted. The shimmer in those smoldering eyes and the soft smile from Shouta. A little breath rushing out on an exhale through his nose. "So handsome, so beautiful. You better know that, Shouta Aizawa."

"So are you. So beautiful and handsome. I can't stop looking at you. So vibrant, so fucking loud and that's how you've always been." A hand came up to caress his cheek as he smiled up at the man as those hips then finally raised upwards only to come down on a shallow bounce that had him inhaling sharply. "It's no fun to do this on my own, you know. So, make love with me, Zashi? Please?"

And with that he was delighted to have those full lips coming down on his own. He slid his hands up his husband's sides towards his back as hips rose again only to come down in that same shallow bounce. Never moving too fast nor coming down too hard. A perfect balance that never left an impact harder than it needed to be. He loved the shudders he got as he slid his hands up Shouta's back.

Caressing the feverish skin beneath his hands as those lips moved against his own. It was a soft, sweet type of kiss that made his toes curl as he adjusted his legs upwards. Bending them to plant his feet onto the bed. He could feel the smooth coolness of the blanket beneath one foot. The towel beneath the other as he pressed down on the mattress. Shouta had asked him to move so he would move.

If Shouta told him to stay still, then he would. His breaths raced through his nose in shallow little pants that were identical to the ones fanning against his own cheek. Trembling lightly when he thrusted upwards meeting his husband on his way down. Shivering at the moan flying out of the black-haired man. He couldn't stop a whine from leaving him. The hands on his chest slid upwards, fingers moving through the curls of hair.

Sliding along his husband's chest until his fingertips brushed against his nipples. He took a sharp breath only for a whimper to leave him as he slid his hands up the black-haired man's back. Loving the shiver it got him. It was odd how everything truly did feel special. Like it was an anniversary or a celebration. As if there was more meaning behind it than there truly was. Fingers brushed over his nipples again.

Instinctively, he arched up with another reedy noise leaving him only to have it echoed by his husband. Hands shifted their positions on his chest to flick thumbs over them. The click of thumb nails hitting the metal balls of his piercings sent shivers down his back. He heard that light, brief little squelch of the rubber condom and the lube as he met those thrusts his husband gave. Following the speed.

Following the pace of what Shouta wanted. As always, there was an amazing pleasure to following Shouta's lead. To happily dive into lovemaking with it's sweet and tender emotions. It was better than throwing this man onto the bed, ripping his legs apart and fucking themselves into exhaustion. Of course, he knew this was only the first round. Things could change. But fuck if he didn't love the tenderness attached to this.

The gentle bouncing of his husband that was speeding up gradually; taking it's time working its way up there. Taking its time in growing faster as he stumbled a few steps behind but quickly caught up to it. Fingers pinched lightly, cautiously at his hardened nipples tearing a moan out of him. Arching his chest into his hands eagerly. Up, up, up into those hands that could tear him apart at a moment's notice.

Lips pressed firmer against his own as they moved past that tenderness. He was never happier to return the pressure. It was strangely quiet save for those tiny squelches that rang out and their racing breaths. The occasional click of thumb nails hitting his piercings as they flicked over his nipples. It was only made better when that familiar smacking. Created giddily from the change in pressure of the kiss.

In the speed that was slowly following after that of his husband's hips. Sliding his hands down along Shouta's back, he reached down grabbing at his waist. Giving it a tight squeeze with a moan as the muscles quivered tightened around him. It was burning him up. Hips raised higher going past that shallow bouncing rhythm. They were coming down with a speed that spoke of a quiet urgency.

That screamed volumes of wanting more. Coming up higher, faster then coming down with more strength. Making him grunt lightly at the weight hitting against his pelvis each time. But he'd be damned if he was going to complain. Why would he? He dug his nails into Shouta's waist just enough to earn him a throaty moan as the kiss broke. He whined when Shouta then sat up. Using his hands against his chest as leverage.

And the sight was worth it. The sight of those black locks falling then bouncing lightly against his cheeks when he whined. Even the way he dragged his nails down his chest as he did so was addicting. The shiny, smoldering heat in his eyes as his thighs flexed with each upwards slide. Lips parted with those shallow pants as his brows twitched and clenched together creating that wrinkle between them.

Lashes that fluttered in fast blinks as his erection tapped against his stomach with each bounce. The blush smothering itself across his cheeks, spreading down to his chest and burning in the tips of his ears. The black stoned studs winked at him again as they caught the low lighting. It was beautiful. It was the utter definition of it. He whined with a squirm as those nails slid down to his stomach.

A light brushing touch that sent a shiver down his back as he clawed at his waist. A slow, pressure-filled action that had those hips moving with that hint of urgency making itself more pronounced. He swore on God that the muscles squeezing around him periodically were mimicking that same throbbing sensation. As if he wanted to milk him DRY. To squeeze out every last drop he had in him.

He moaned at the thought as he bucked his hips up sharply only to hiss in a breath. Biting at his lip when he looked up at his husband expecting a look of warning. Instead, he got another of those throaty moans that sent heat ripping through him in waves. His shallow panting raced, cracking lightly as he clung to his husband. He dug his nails into him when his husband's hands slid up to his chest.

Fingers then brushed along his chest before pinching at his nipples. A cry flew out of him at the familiar, deliciously burning pain of the tight pinch. He bucked his hips up once again with a groan flying out of his husband. He slid his own hands up the man's sides earning him a squirm as those hips ground down against him the second he was back down. The weight was a comfort on his pelvis. 

One he giddily welcomed. Shouta then gave a wicked little bounce. It had him whimpering wildly. Oh, fuck him did he love it. Ate it up. He was blistering, boiling in his skin with only one relief to fix it but he didn't want it. Not yet. Didn't want to race to that edge before he could enjoy the sight of his husband bouncing on him. Admire the black hair flying around his shoulders and brushing his cheeks. 

Had his hands moving over him as he did so. Fuck, he didn't want to stop. Didn't want to lose the beautiful sight above him. He was in awe. Sliding his hands up Shouta's sides earned him a squirm as those fast, shallow breaths cracking lightly. He slid them up towards his husband's chest, moving through the black curls of hair. Finding then flicking his thumbs over the man's nipples, earning him a whimper.

Then Shouta resumed his bouncing once again. Never in all of his life had he truly felt more blessed. Flicking his thumbs over his nipples, his husband tightened up with the effect of such a gentle stimulation. It had him moaning as he pinched the black-haired man's nipples tightly. Shouta moaned encouragingly at him as hands on his chest pressed lightly on him.  As if it were merely another means of leverage.

His husband's left hand then moved, the wedding band winking at him in the weak lighting. It slid up his own left arm to find his hand. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he wanted. He pulled his hand from his chest in favor of pressing his palm to Shouta's, twisting their fingers together and clinging onto his hand tightly as he thrusted up to meet those downward slides. The black-haired man moaned.

Instinctively, he squeezed his hand tightly as dark eyes remained on him. He knew any other time his head would fall back, and he'd really lose himself in it, but he didn't. They remained on his allowing him to watch the smolder flaming in those eyes. To meet them happily without a second thought. It was amazing watching that clammy sheen breaking out over his husband's forehead as locks of hair began clinging to. 

The way his brows twitched as his mouth hung open with those wild, even pants leaving him as he bounced. A beautiful, beautiful sight.  He loved it. Every second of it. Giving a tight, hard pinch to his husband's nipple earned him an ecstatic cry from the man. Hips came down harder than they had before only for it to be rectified with that gentleness he'd used beforehand. As if making up for the slip up right then.

They didn't come down any harder than necessary after that first hard drop. He moaned enthusiastically at Shouta as he slid his hand down through the curls of hair to his stomach. Feeling the muscles quiver viciously beneath his fingers he didn't hesitate. Didn't stop. He playfully moved his fingers through the man's black curls of pubic hair before moving his hand to wrap them around the twitching erection bouncing lightly against his stomach.

A thin, nearly translucent strand of pre-come connecting it to his stomach. He felt giddy, drunk off of the sight. It was- There were no words. None. He panted quickly as he sped up to keep in time, yet it wasn't the wild, crazed bounces he'd come to recognize. It was still tender, gentle despite being so fast with that strength never straying for harder. A casual, normal pace they would use if fatigue was waiting.

If they wanted a casual sexual encounter where there was no kink involved. When it was just the two of them taking their time. Taking the moments to rememorize every little dip and curve. Fast but not rushed. Eager but not desperate. He loved it. More than anything he loved the sight of his husband riding him like he was. Taking the control that was easily held over him. To take what he wanted from him. 

There was the pure pleasure of watching the muscles flex in Shouta's thighs as he bounced. The way his chest heaved quickly with his fast, uneven pants. Even the sight of those beads of sweat welling on his forehead from the exertion. It was hot. So fucking hot. It was as if the air was infected by the feverish heat beneath their skin. He groaned when Shouta squeezed up tightly around him in response to the twitches of his erection.

He moved his own hand around Shouta, stroking quickly at the twitching shaft. This caused the hand in his to squeeze tightly. A moan flew out of his husband as did so and he giddily curved his hand with each stroke whether it be up or down. He clenched and unclenched his grip on the shaft in his hand periodically as he reached the base. Sliding up with a curving motion to rub at the dripping head.

The slickness of the smeared droplets of pre-come on his fingers created that lewd, familiar noise. Small as it was it still had his breath hitching as he happily moved his hand faster. He slid his hand up to swipe away the droplets welling there eagerly. Watching with a fascinated greed when a few drops managed to slip from the head down his shaft. Glistening in the low lighting only to be smeared away by his palm.

Ohhh, the moans it was pulling out of his husband had his toes curling. They ranged from that beautiful, mewling keen then pitching down into those throaty, husky moans. Into groans that snapped out of him. And then he was watching those hips squirm. Shifting side to side when he slid up only to drop down on him again. It was then the answer came as to why his husband adjusted his hips in such a way.

That answer came as a shout that left the man as he resumed his bouncing. Jolting and shuddering when he did so, breathless little noises breaking and cracking through his pants. He then found himself crying out at the tight squeeze around him. Strangling him as he huffed his own breaths out only for a whimper to break out of him. Shouta merely bounced with not a care in the damn world.

Shouta Aizawa was a work of beauty whether he accepted that compliment or not. It was nothing but the truth. Huffing, breathless noises spilled out of the man as the locks of hair falling from his bun fell down. Brushed against that flushed, sweaty face of his as black lashes fluttered before eyes shut. His brows twitched from that tight squeeze as his lashes trembled on his red cheeks. Such a look of concentration Shouta had. 

As if he had to make every move calculated. Pleasurable as possible as the hand in his squeezed tightly again. was punctuated by those wildly bouncing moans of his that echoed his own. When his husband was jolting and squirming with each downwards hit against his pelvis. Thrusting upwards, meeting them only had those moans climbing higher in terms of pitch and volume as he returned a squeeze.

Clutching at his hand, he couldn't stop the high, ringing moan from flying out of him. Not when Shouta rolled his hips wickedly in that stunning, amazing figure eight way when he came down against his pelvis again. And fuck if he couldn't feel that clawing, idly twist of an orgasm building in his lower stomach. A keening whine left him when Shouta ground down again before resuming his bouncing.

It was far too soon, wasn't it? To soon to feel so close? He couldn't find his words nor the air for such a question, but it was forgotten. Happily, giddily forgotten. His husband leaned forward above him as his left hand raised above his head. It was then pinned down to the bed as hips worked quickly, speeding up as fast as he dared while keeping in mind the request. The mood. He wanted to tell his husband it was alright.

That he could do as he pleased but lips were crushing down onto his own. Silencing him before they could even humoring on coming out. And for what felt like the millionth time in his life did he wish he had more hands. To slide up and down his husband's sides until he squirmed. To reach down and grab at his ass as he rode him with such wild, giddy delight. To tug that silly little bun down and twist hands into the locks.

He wanted so many more to touch this man all over if it meant bringing him more of that pleasure. As if to make up for it, he tightened his hands on the black-haired man. Stroking him quickly in the space between them from that leaning position. Loving the twitch of his erection as he did so when he rubbed his fingers against the dripping head. He then squeezed the hand in his tightly earning him a squeeze back.

Lips moved against his quickly, firmly with that sense of urgency and passion to it that he happily returned it. He slid then ground his thumb in what he hoped was the area of the slit as he smeared drops of pre-come. He knew he did. He knew it by the moan he got that had him moaning at the black-haired man. The moan that tore out of his husband was a snapping, snarling one that had his stomach knotting up.

Had him nearly choking under the excitement of getting another one. He loved the twitching erection against his palm and the urgent manner in those lips against his own. A kiss that promised to have his lips swell by the time they were exhausted. When they were utterly breathless after another round or two by the end of the night. It was making his very blood burn as he huffed in breaths through his nose.

God, he fucking loved how his husband kissed him with such wild, amazing enthusiasm. As if he had too and there was no other choice. Nothing stopping them. And he didn't know how much longer he could take it. To lay there keeping himself still as Shouta rode him with such enthusiasm and determination it had him burning up. It took everything to keep from flipping his husband over onto the bed.

From taking over even a bit as they continued onwards. Just like on their anniversary. But he wouldn't. He won't. Ripped out of his thoughts, he felt the hand on his chest sliding downwards to his sides. Nails raked down them making him squirm beneath those clever hands of his. Moaning, the kiss was once again broken only to have lips fluttering over his own hot, sweaty face. He clung to his husband's hand.

Stroking that erection fast, fast, fast. He felt the light throbbing against his palm, his curled fingers, and he heard it. Huffing little noises breaking off as aborted words flying away. Those puffs of cut off words, the way those lips were trembling had him burning. Watching them shape silent words at him was addicting. Utterly addicting. It took his husband a true moment to scrape his air and his words together.

"C-Cum, Zashi! I- Mm! I wa-want you to cum! Please! It's- Nn! So good! I love it! I love you, Zashi, you m-mad fuckin' genius! Please! Please, I w-want you to make love to me all night! Fuck me, touch me, please! I want a-all of it! Hands, fingers, mouth! W-Want your cock in me a-and ju- Mmmf! Yes! Ah! Ah, f-ffuuck, yes! Please! Mmm! C-Cummm for me, love! Please! We- Nnn! D-Don't have to stop! I promise!"

"Ah! Ah, I-I will! I'm- Mmm! I'll gi-give you whatever you want, baby! Whatever! Just- Nnnghn! Gi-Gimme it so gooood all night, baby! I-I could watch you all night! R-Ridin' my cock so g-goood! So, ti-tight! I love you s-so much, Shouta! Nnn, ma-make me cum! Make me cum so ha-hhhaaard, baby! Squeeze every dr- Yes! Ah! Ohhhh, fuck me, baby! G-Give to me so g-good! Like that! Yeah! Yeah, yeah, b-baby! Ju-Just like that!"

A whimpering moan was his answer, keening and high as he stroked at Shouta's erection quickly. Curving his hand down to squeeze at the base before flying up to rub his fingers against the head. Squeezing, pressing against it and happily smearing the pre-come on his fingers. That slick, light little noise from the action had him moaning out when Shouta squeezed up tightly around him. It was so unbelievably good.

To have this wild, beautiful speed while remaining tender. While giving in to the little dirty talk only to dive back into that huffing silence of fast breaths and moans being traded back and forth. To give in to the rhythm and the pace. Whatever it was that his husband chose to use as he met him thrust for thrust. Clutched desperately at the hand in his until they were shaking from that tight squeeze.

Yet Shouta didn't breathe a word of protest. In fact, those fingers clutched at him just as fiercely. That quiet, whispering orgasm had him squirming as he huffed in his breaths to feed his hungry lungs. Thrusting up eagerly to meet the black-haired man's bounces earning him those throaty, pleasure filled moans from his husband. The squirms and eager movements of his bouncing when his prostate was no doubt struck at.

His moans flew out of him climbing higher with each of his panting breaths as he pressed his head against the bed. He could feel a soreness in his throat but it didn't touch him. It didn't click. All that mattered was that squelching from the rubber of the condom and the lube working together with each thrust being met. Even the way his husband's black locks trembled and brushed his red cheeks.

The heavy lidded, smoldering gaze locked on him as brows twitched together and fingers clutched at his own. The sight of his own name flashing at him on his husband's hip to the studs glinting at him as his husband's erection twitched and throbbed in his grip. So close, so close. He moaned when Shouta ground down against him only for the hand on his chest to curl into a tight fist that trembled. 

He felt a stab of confusion as he lifted his head from the bed slightly. Just enough to watch as Shouta slid upwards eagerly only to come down with all the strength he dared to use. His husband head threw back as he cried out, squirming frantically above him. And fuck, it was an image of beauty. Twitching thighs spreading apart, knees sliding on the mattress as his back arched and his head fell backwards.

A high trembling noise leaving him that sounded utterly breathless. As if he didn't have enough air for it to fly out properly. It had him shuddering as his husband's muscles squeezed and clenched around him rhythmically. He groaned loudly as he felt his own legs shaking with the tightening muscles. His stomach flexing as his the muscles in his thighs jumped. It was impossible, utterly impossible to stop it. 

How close had Shouta been? How close had he teetered on that edge? Snapping his mouth shut, he listened to the click as they slammed together before he gnashed then together. Shouta's cry choked off to a little croak that hardly reached his ears. His orgasm snapped. A pluck that had a rush of heat crashing through him as he squirmed desperately with a gasp. Hips bucking up into that tight heat. 

It felt as if it would melt him to his core. He squeezed the hand in his own tightly as he stiffened. Shaking with a wild, cracking gasp being taken once again to get through it. The burning, aching orgasm that had his the muscles in his thighs jumping and his stomach flexing. Had him breathless. And then a snapping, snarling moan ripped its way out of him. Climbing through octaves until it was unbearable to his own ears.

Shouta was shaking on top of him, twitching with the residual reactions of his own orgasm. He let out a long breath that sounded suspiciously like a sigh only for him to then inhale eagerly. It was aweing how damn good it felt once his orgasm ebbed out of him. Here then gone. Here being so so good and leaving him slumping into the bed. Left him shaking, twitching like his husband on top of him. 

He stared up at the flushed man who released the tight grip on his hand and flexed his fingers out. His husband then reached down to grab his hand that still held the flaccid dick. Before he could process further, Shouta was lifting his hips up. Grunting quietly when his softening erection slid out of him with a slick, lewd noise making him wheeze out a little noise. And then, his husband was shifting above him.

Moving forward and flopping onto the bed next to him with an impact that had him grunting as the bed bounced lightly. He rolled instinctively onto his side as the black-haired man took another deep breath. No doubt to soothe his shallow, uneven breaths that were identical to his own. And by God if he was shaking in this aftermath. Clutching Shouta to him, the man curled his arms around him tightly.

He found himself being coaxed into a frenzied, breathless kiss. Huffing desperately through his nose, he happily moved his lips with Shouta's as he slid his free hand along his sweaty skin. Marveling over the feverish heat blistering his palm as he happily threw himself into the kiss. It was as if his husband couldn't get enough right then. Moving his lips in that restless, frenzied manner.

Like he was going to ship off to war tomorrow morning. He didn't mind it one bit. He could happily kiss this man whenever and however he wanted. He twisted closer to the black-haired man, legs tangling instinctively with his husband's. He loved it. Loved that once the kiss broke he was coaxed towards Shouta's throat which he happily tucked his face into. He gulped his air quickly as he clung onto his husband. 

Wild, uneven breaths were taken as his little pocket against the black-haired man's throat became hot and uncomfortably moist. He'd be damned if he said a thing about it, however. He felt fingers comb through his hair that was no doubt a mess. A chaotic, tangled mess. Then a cheek nuzzled itself to the top of his head softly. Kisses peppered against his hair a few times before that nuzzling was resumed. 

He giddily, breathlessly pressed kisses to Shouta's throat when the vibration of him clearing his throat had him pressing his lips up beneath his jaw when Shouta spoke again, breathlessly. "S-So, how was that? It sure w-was somethin', huh?" 

A laugh broke free from him as he clutched at the man while being mindful of his come covered hand. Doing his best in keeping it angled away from his husband's back. "Of c-course I did! I love m-making love with you, baby! I always do!"

"Mmmm, good!" Fingers tugged lightly at his hair pulling a soft hum out of himself. Once again, he nuzzled his husband's throat with a few kisses being placed against it once again. "So, t-tell me what else you have planned? W-What do you have in mind f-for a second challenge, Zashi?"

He couldn't stop the giggle from breaking out of him. The euphoric, blissful afterglow weaved lazily through him as he took a breath. Dragging the musky, sweaty scent into his lungs. "O-Oh, you make love to me then th-think you get all my secrets? I don't t-think so! You'll have to w-wait and see until I pull out that paper! Think you can be that patient, b-baby?"

"I c-can try. You r-really are a damn mad genius, aren't you? Co-Coming up with this whole thing the way you did!" He smirked as he giggled again into his hot little pocket created from his fast, uneven breaths. He couldn't stop a few additional laughs from leaving him when his giggles echoed in a snicker above him. "You are! Comin' up with all this shit! You're a wicked, s-smart man!"

"Well, thank you, baby! B-But you're also a damn ki-kinky man to go along with it!" He then pressed a kiss to his husband's throat earning him a low, husky chuckle from the man. "You a-are the sexiest, boldest and o-open minded person I've ever met! Thank you, Shouta, for d-doing all of this with me!"

"I-It was my pleasure!" He felt lips pressed against the top of his head softly and a hand slid up his back slickly from the light sheen of sweat as he let out a huff. "S-So, what do you have in mind? W-Would you tell me?"

"You're j-just gonna have to wait and see, baby!" 

"Fine, fine. I'll tr-trust you, love. Y-You always do surprise me, so I bet th-this won't be any different, won't it?"

"It won't! Don't y-you worry, baby, when it's time for it we'll brainstorm and c-come up with something good!"

His husband then sighed above him, as if his answer was tiring. Overly enthusiastic and energetic for his low energy husband. And then that cheek was rubbing against the top of his head with a nuzzle as arms tightened around him with another sigh. As if he had defeated Shouta in an unspoken game between them. "Fuck me, I love you, Zashi. I love you so fuckin' much, you know that?"

"Right back at you, baby! I love you just as fuckin' much. Y-You'll never shake me off, you hear me?"

"Good. You st-stay right here where you belong then."

"I will, baby, I absolutely will. That means you're not going anywhere either."

"I have no plans going anywhere else without you."

He pulled his face from his husband's throat with a trembling breath of excitement when those dark eyes sparkled at him. The warmth, the affection and adoration there had his heart flying in stutters against his chest. And the sweetness, the absolute adoration and warmth in one kiss as those full lips came down on him made everything worth it. Every little moment. He could only hope that their next challenge went just as well.

However if he knew his husband the way that he thought he knew him then it was going to be good. They did have a lot more to discover together and there was nothing that filled him with more excitement than that thought. For now, he would be more than overjoyed to lay on this bed with Shouta twisted around him with tight holds as those lips ravished his own. Until someone was pulling back for a round two. 

That would be more than enough for tonight.