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This year, for Hizashi’s birthday, Shota had decided to do something special.
Not that he didn’t do anything special for his husband every year, he just usually wasn’t one to make himself so entirely uncomfortable for the loud blond.
Maybe it had been a mistake to think he could wear this in the humid heat of July, but the decision had been made months in advance when Hizashi had mentioned how much he loved the idea of lingerie. Shota had written it down on a running note in his phone of things he wanted to do for his husband.
Shota knew that him mentioning it so casually was Hizashi’s way of asking if Shota would be willing to try it and Shota had given a vague non-committal response at the time, a sort of, ‘I’ll think about it’, in his own way.
Hizashi hadn’t pressed it afterwards, but when they stopped into the mall a couple weeks back, he had been eyeing a particularly special piece of lingerie. It was a strappy black number that even Shota had raised an eyebrow at, it would fit him perfectly if he had been honest. It was special enough that he made the time to rush back and buy the second that Hizashi had gotten caught up in a conversation at the next store they were at.
The entire thing had cost more than Shota had expected for how little of it existed. But nothing was too much for Hizashi. If Shota could buy him the world, he would.
But he wasn’t supposed to be sitting at UA today, definitely not sitting in a humid teachers lounge alongside Hizashi. They had both requested the day off months ago, but with the implementation of the dorm system and the recent addition of Shinsou to class 1-A, they were busy running paperwork for Nezu. Nezu, who obviously couldn’t be pressed about his husband’s birthday, or the fact that Shota had woken up early to put the lingerie on as a surprise to his husband.
They shouldn’t have been there as long as they already had been, but of course knowing UA, it was now creeping past noon and into mid-day.
Shota huffed, setting down another stack of paperwork before running his hands down his face and collapsing face forward on the desk.
“What’s got you all worked up Sho?” Hizashi tapped a pen on his head, before returning to gnawing on the tip of it.
Shota groaned and threw his hands up in frustration, “Why aren’t you worked up Zashi? It’s your fucking birthday and we’re here doing paperwork!”
Hizashi smiled softly, rolling his eyes and returning to his work, “I don’t mind it, it’s not like birthdays are particularly exciting now that I’m a 30-something year old man.”
“Not exciting? You’re fucking kidding me Hizashi! I had plans for you today! And Nezu just dropped his little rat-bear-whatever droppings all over it!” Shota looked at his husband incredulously.
“What kind of plans have your panties in a bunch Sho?” Hizashi looked back up and raised an eyebrow at his husband, a smile breaking out on his face.
Shota grumbled under his breath, “The panties crawling up my ass.”
“Panties?”
Shota rolled his eyes and groaned. “Panties.”
Hizashi’s eyes widened, “What do you mean Sho-ta?” he teased, letting a finger run up Shota’s arm towards his chest. Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to the stubble under his jaw, breathing in the soft scent of Shota’s aftershave. “Hmm?” he hummed.
Shota sighed, “It was supposed to be a surprise this morning.” he whispered as he leaned into the touch as the hand from his shoulder slipped up and under his scarf, tugging at the zipper pull of his hero suit. “Zashi, we can’t, not here.”
“There’s a supply closet down the hall, meet me there.” Hizashi jumped up, trailing his hand off Shota’s chest, as he made his way out the door.
Shota blushed, looking around at the empty room, before getting up with a smug look on his face. Hell, if his regular plans to get Hizashi to undress him weren’t going to work, then this one would have to do.
Shota removed his scarf and the goggles that were tucked close to his chest, trying to make this process as simple and easy to clean as he could before making his way out the door after Hizashi.
Shota scanned the hall, despite knowing it would be deserted, his entire body was jittery, knowing how wrong what he was about to do was. He was fully intending having his husband fuck him to the point of wreckage in a supply closet, and it lit every nerve in him on fire; shocking even himself at how excited he was for this.
He turned the corner at the end of the hall and dipped quickly into the closet around the edge, his husbands’ hands already grasping at his hips before the door could even fully shut. The same hands flipped him and pressed him against the door, the blond’s mouth pressing hot kisses on his jaw, hands flying up to grasp the zipper pull.
Shota blindly reached for the lightswitch, flipping it with a toss of his hand before placing it on Hizashi’s hip, pulling him in to grind against him. Illuminated by the dim bulb above them and Hizashi pulled back, and Shota could see his dilated pupils, the flush creeping along his face.
“Someone-” A kiss to Shota’s mouth stopped his teasing, “-someone’s eager.” he finished almost breathlessly against Hizashi’s lips. His free arm wrapped around Hizashi’s shoulder, his hand tangling into the base of his low mess of a bun.
“It’s my birthday, and you all but told me I had a present to unwrap.” Hizashi kissed him hard and pulled the zipper down between them, snaking the other down to palm Shota between them.
Shota moaned involuntarily into Hizashi’s mouth, his hips moving in much the same manner to push against Hizashi’s palm. Hizashi breathed a laugh against his lips, pulling Shota’s bottom lip between his teeth, before releasing him.
He pulled back and took Shota in as he pulled the edges of his suit back over Shota’s shoulders, revealing the black straps that criss-crossed his chest, the soft silk cups laid over his nipples, and the lacey edges that embellished the whole thing. Shota had even topped off the look with a pair of black thigh high socks, held perfectly in place by the garters attached to the belt.
The sharp breath he took in was not missed over Shota’s own pounding heartbeat, and for a moment Shota felt incredibly vulnerable in front of his husband.
“Fuck Shota” Hizashi moaned a little louder than he probably should have, breaking the silence, his hands returning to Shota’s body to strip him further of the obstructing black suit. Shota’s own hands went to work unzipping the front of Hizashi’s jacket as his hands pushed black fabric down over his hips, trying hard to get it to slip quickly to the floor over his husband’s thighs.
Hizashi was barely even paying attention as Shota’s hands slipped under his jacket, sliding against the white fabric of his t-shirt to push the leather back over his shoulders. Hizashi paused to shake the jacket off his arms, a look of frustration and need on his face. His hands trying immediately to return to the task of undressing Shota.
“Zashi, let me help you god damn it, it’s your birthday.” Shota grasped one of his boots, pulling it off, the other following suit as he slipped each leg free of his hero suit. Before Hizashi could return to marvelling at his husband in this new state, Shota dropped to his knees in front of Hizashi.
“Sho-” Hizashi all but panted out at the sight, frozen in lust as Shota gracefully slid the belt free from his husband’s hips, planting a kiss along the exposed skin where his shirt had ridden up. His lips strayed lower, to the bulge straining against the smooth leather of his pants, placing a kiss over the fabric. “Fuck.” the word broke out of Hizashi’s lips in a whisper as he stared down at the dark eyes below him, the zipper of his own pants being pulled between kiss darkened lips.
Shota watched as Hizashi twitched in front of him, his hands speeding up the process as he pulled at the leather at the same time he slid the zipper down. The leather caught awkwardly as Shota tugged it down, and Hizashi made a needy noise as it finally freed him.
“Do you like your surprise Hizashi?” he asked in a low tone, lightly grasping Hizashi’s erection through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, pressing a kiss to the tip.
Hizashi moaned his name, head tipping back towards the dim light above them, a hand pushing into Shota’s hair, “Yes, fuck, yes Sho, please-please Sho.” he breathed into the air like a prayer.
“Please what Zashi?” Shota teased, running his lips down the fabric along the underside of Hizashi’s erection.
“Anything, anything Sho. Please.” The hand in Shota’s hair was almost shaking, trying hard to guide him towards what he wanted, and he wasn’t going to deny his husband today.
Shota freed Hizashi from his underwear, pulling them down as he kissed a line down the V of Hizashi’s hips towards the base of his cock, still teasing him as he made his way towards exactly what Hizashi wanted. He bucked his hips towards Shota, trying hard to get the relief he wanted so badly.
Shota complied, licking a long stripe up the underside of Hizashi, slipping his tongue along the vein that led to the head before taking just the tip in his mouth. Above him, Hizashi let out a stuttering, “f-fuck.” as the grip in Shota’s hair tightened, trying to pull him closer to Hizashi’s hips with a slight thrust.
Shota moaned into the movement, opening his mouth a bit wider to take a little more of him in.
With a glance upwards, he could see Hizashi’s lust clouded eyes as he readjusted to lean with the other hand against the wall over Shota. The grip on his hair softened as Hizashi moved to cup the back of Shota’s head closer to his neck, a much more gentle touch than the pulling on his hair had been.
Shota pushed himself further down Hizashi’s length in response, taking advantage of the practice he’d had ridding himself of his gag reflex over the years they had been together. Despite it not being something new, Hizashi still gasped above him as Shota took him down the base, the stubble scratching his nose lightly in the moments he paused.
He pulled back, hollowing out his cheeks before bobbing his head slightly, trying to begin a rhythm despite the discordant push of Hizashi’s hand against it.
“Fuck, Shota, fuck.” He gasped as Shota picked up speed, knowing exactly where to place his tongue. The hand at the back of his neck snaked into his hair, slowing him to a stop as Shota neared the tip, pulling him off Hizashi with a light pop.
“Sho,” he said breathily, “I actually want to take advantage of that strappy little number before blowing my load like a horny teenager.”
Shota laughed lightly, as Hizashi wiped at a line of spit that had slid down his chin, “I’d hope so.”
Hizashi motioned for Shota to stand up, helping him off his knees, only to attack him with a kiss as soon as he was standing. His hands roamed and grabbed Shota’s ass as he ground himself against Shota’s own erection, eliciting a low moan from Shota’s own lips. Pressed back against the cool wall, he couldn’t do much except let Hizashi explore his body as his trailed downwards, teeth teasing at the elastic straps on his chest, letting them snap back onto flushed skin.
Shota’s stuttering breaths at each snap of the elastic weren’t missed by Hizashi as he played with his gift, “Someone’s enjoying this” he mused, kissing up the center of his chest, starting right over his heart.
“More than I thought I would-” Shota started to answer with a bit of shocking clarity before Hizashi’s teeth sunk into his neck, drawing out another moan. He nipped a trail along Hizashi’s neck, leaving a few marks that would have to be covered later with his capture weapon.
Hizashi’s hands explored the straps of the backless underwear, “Even with the so called panties stuck up this perfect ass of-” Hizashi’s sentence was cut short as he discovered the second part of his surprise, not only were the underwear backless, but nestled perfectly between Shota’s cheeks was a silver metal plug, “Have you been wearing this all day?” He asked with genuine shock.
“I was planning on having you undress me this morning, but then Nezu called and-” Shota was cut off with an overly loud moan slipping from his lips as Hizashi pushed on the plug with his long fingers.
“Shit that’s hot Shota.” Hizashi toyed with it again, catching the edge slightly before pushing it deeper again.
“Zashi!” Shota gasped as his fingers dug into Hizashi’s shoulders when he pitched forwards, putting more weight on his husband as he shook slightly. Hizashi repeated the motion again, slightly harder than before, enjoying the sounds breaking past Shota’s lips.
Hizashi was enamoured by all of it, and he wanted more, he wanted to watch Shota come undone like this.
Heat curled fast in Shota’s gut, and despite how much he wanted to chase the pleasure that was building, he had to stop Hizashi before he pushed him over the edge, Shota reached up from his shoulder to grasp the back of his neck and lock eye contact with his husband, “Zashi, zashi stop, Za-ahshi I want you to fuck me, please, I don’t wan’t to cum like this.”
Hizashi smiled, “Okay baby, okay, you have lube in that suit of yours?”
Shota nodded and let out a breath, turning and bending to grab the small bottle he had thought to slip into his pocket this morning, Hizashi took the opportunity to pull at the plug nestled in his ass, not enough to dislodge it, but enough to pull another sharp breath from him as he pulled the lube free of his jumpsuit.
“Hizashi.” Shota tried to say firmly, but it came out with more of a whine as Hizashi pulled the plug loose, dropping it on his jacket, a smile on his lips as he took the bottle from Shota’s waiting hand with one hand, the other grabbing himself as he clicked open the cap.
“No condom Sho?” he questioned as Shota dropped the suit back to the floor, hands taking a place on the wall in front of him, spreading his legs as Hizashi stepped between them.
“Not today.”
Hizashi raised an eyebrow, smiling smugly as he curled a finger in Shota’s ass, down right towards where he knew Shota wanted him. “What a nice surprise for me then.” With the previous stretch of the plug, Hizashi was easily able to add another finger as Shota pushed back against him, a low whine slipping from him.
“Zashi stop playing with me, I want you. Now.”
“But what about what the birthday boy wants?” Shota could hear the smile in his voice as Hizashi crooked his fingers in just the right way, causing him to shiver and arch into the touch, his own cock twitching against the silky fabric of the underwear.
Hizashi pushed his fingers against the spot again when Shota tried to respond, his other free hand grabbing at the back straps of Shota’s lingerie as he arched up once again, yanking him back and keeping him closer to his chest without letting him collapse back towards the wall.
Hizashi leaned down just behind Shota’s ear, whispering to him, “Be good for me Sho, let me have this, baby.”
Shota nodded, giving in easily to the blond before turning his head to capture his lips, Hizashi repeated the motion again, his own cock twitching at the shiver it elicited from the man under him. The hand grabbing at the lingerie released the straps, travelling around to grab Shota’s cock through the tented fabric, running a thumb over the head as he pumped him lazily.
Shota whined, his breath picking up speed, but he let Hizashi have his way with him.
Hizashi’s breath picked up too and before long he resigned, “Fuck, okay.” he whisperd as he slipped his fingers out of his husband, pressing the tip of his cock to Shota’s rim, “Ready Sho?”
“Yes- yes, please yes Hizashi, please.” he begged.
Hizashi wasted no time pressing into his husband, one arm snaking around his chest, pulling him close as a low moan escaped both of them. He sunk in, inch by inch before bottoming out with a hiss of breath, giving Shota time to adjust to him before thrusting. With soft touches, he admired the straps around Shota’s waist, tugging on a few, snapping the elastic before he thrusted experimentally, drawing another moan from Shota.
“You know,” he punctuated his sentence with a harder thrust as he gripped the garter belt for leverage, “If we aren’t quiet, we’re going to get caught.”
“Says the loud- ah- mouth” Shota replied as Hizashi set the pace, one that might just leave bruises along where the garter belt was pulling.
“Fuck- Sho, we-mm, we have to do this again.” Hizashi pulled Shota up again, an arm bracing around Shota’s chest again, the angle changing slightly to hit Shota’s sweet spot once again, causing him to twitch and jerk in the embrace of his husband.
“Zashi! Zashi please, Fuck! Za-ahshi!” The volume warning was already long forgotten in Shota’s mind as he was assaulted with pleasure. Hizashi picked up speed, the release in him building faster with every prayer of his name leaving Shota’s lips.
Shota’s name tumbled from his lips, a prayer of his own as he pounded into his husband, chasing his own release.
“Zashi please, Zashi, I’m going to cum.” he babbled between thrusts.
Hizashi slipped a hand under Shota’s underwear, “Together baby, together” he breathed into Shota’s ear, pumping him in time to his thrusts.
Shota broke first by only moments, a silent scream passing his lips as he was spilling over Hizashi’s hand into the panties, clenching around his husband tightly enough to throw him over the edge seconds later.
Hizashi was much less quiet, loud enough that Shota twisted and silenced him with a kiss as he pumped cum into his ass, slowing to a stop.
Their quick breathing filled the now silent closet, Hizashi’s chest rising and falling against Shota’s back as they kissed slowly.
“I love you Hizashi,” Shota breathed against his lips, “Happy Birthday loudmouth.”
“Mmm.” Hizashi responded, “I love you too sleepyhead.”
Shota waited a couple heartbeats before speaking again, “I know you already said this, but we have to do this again, the lingerie that is, not the fucking in the supply closet bit.”
“Now that I know you’re into this,” Hizashi snapped the elastic at his hip, “I have so many ideas.”
“The first idea better be cleaning us up, my ass feels disgusting right now.”
Hizashi smiled, bending to pick up the plug from his jacket, “I have an idea if you’re down?”
Shota rolled his eyes, “Fine. As long as you give me a nice long bath tonight.”
“Okay princess.” Hizashi said, already moving to push the plug into the space he had slipped free from.
Shota hissed, sensitive from their activities, but stood up and stretched his back before pulling back on his suit and shoes. Once both were done cleaning up and dressed again, Shota turned to throw his arms around his husband. They stood there a moment, holding each other, pressing light kisses against each other's skin.
“Let’s go finish that paperwork and get home, I want to play with my birthday gift a bit longer.” Hizashi said with a light tap to Shota’s ass.
“Already?” Shota smiled.
“What, can’t keep up with me old man?” Hizashi teased.
“Shut up” Shota blushed as he opened the door, turning off the light to the closet on his way out.