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When the first rays of sunlight peeked through the blinds and bathed the room warmth, Hizashi almost felt the pull of awakens, but soft feather-like kisses trailing from the side of his face, over his shoulder, and ends in the dip of his lower back, accompanied by a deep soothing voice, lulls him back to the land of dreams.
{3 hour later}
When he wakes, the bed is empty. The gag is gone. He doesn't have his shirt on either. He does have his pants on though, which is a relief. He would kill Shouta if he had been forced to sleep in the nude.
"You're awake."
The voice came from the doorway. Hizashi turned his head and watched as his husband walked in, two plates of food in his hands. He put the plates on the dresser and sits down next to Hizashi. Shouta rubbed his hand against Hizashi's cheek before leaning down to press a kiss there.
"How long was I out?" Hizashi asked, rubbing his wrists.
" 3 hours. You passed out in the first round." Shouta said, reaching for the plates. "Here, eat." He said, turning towards Hizashi and offering a plate.
Hizashi nearly blushed, remembering what the first round entailed. But he decided to not mention it to Shouta, lest his husband be forced to face his embarrassment. So he didn't say anything and instead focused on the food: fried rice.
Hizashi's eyes squinted as he looked at the fried rice on the plate. It had a nice golden color, speckled with chopped green onions and bits of chicken. It was much better than the half-burned tray of noodles Shouta tempted before.
The rice is rice, the egg is an egg, the bits of meat are bits of meat. It all looks like edible food. The raven haired man's skills in the kitchen were improving.
"You haven't eaten yet?" He asked.
"I was waiting for you." Shouta replied, reaching for his chopsticks.
Hizashi took notice of how the other kept his gaze downcast, chewing his food slowly. "He's feeling guilty about yesterday." he thought. Which, yeah, he should be. Hizashi was caught completely off guard and powerless to do much as he didn't want to hurt his husband. It scared him a bit...but also turned him on. "Shou-"
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Shouta interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Last night. I know...I know it was a lot. This isn't an excuse but I was hit with a quirk called: Compulsion. It made me crave the last coherent thought I had, being your voice on the radio. My mind was flooded with only thoughts of you and getting my hands on you. I just...I needed you. And I know I could have been rougher but I didn't want you to be sore. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Shouta said, his voice barely above a whisper, pleading for forgiveness.
"It's okay." Hizashi sighed, wrapping his arms around Shouta's neck. "It felt good." he whispered into Shouta's ear, kissing the soft spot behind it. "I'm just glad you're alright."
"Really?" Shouta asked, looking up at Hizashi with a hopeful expression.
"Yup. I liked it." Hizashi said, confirming this with a kiss.
"Good. That's good to hear." Shouta sighed, kissing Hizashi back. "Can I...can I do it again? Rough and all?" he asked.
Hizashi nodded, giving Shouta a kiss on the nose. "Of course. I'm yours. Take what you want." He replied, giving the raven a mischievous smile. "Later. I'm still sore." He tagged on, making the raven pout at this. "Maybe once I'm fully healed you can fuck me again...but until then, you're on your own." he said, smirking as he hop off the bed, nearly falling over cause of his jelly legs, grabbing one of Shouta's oversized shirt. "I'm gonna go shower and take stock of what damage you caused. I swear if I look like I've been mauled by a bear you're sleeping on the couch." Hizashi said over his shoulder, leaving the room.
Shouta groaned, his heart beginning to race in his chest. He didn't want to wait for Hizashi's recovery. He wanted to fuck. Now. Not now, later. " Damn Compulsion quirk." he growled, lying back on the bed. His thoughts constantly on fucking his husband. He wanted to hear the man's moans, see his face flushed with pleasure, and feel him ride his cock. Just thinking of it made him hard again.
...but he'd wait.
...Maybe.