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Shouta pushed Hizashi forward into the abandoned training room with a firm hand on his lower back, unable to tear his eyes away from his husband's swaying backside as the blonde stumbled forward on the clunky combat boots.
The voice hero recovered his balance easily, twirling on his feet to face the erasure hero with a wicked smirk, "Are you that eager, babe?"
"You're walking around looking like utter sin and you have the balls to tease me about being eager?" Shouta asked incredulously, letting the door swing shut behind him before locking it and raising an eyebrow at his husband, "Don't tempt me to be rough with you, Zashi."
He looked away as the words left his lips, already reaching up to pull off his capture weapon intending to make quick work of his clothes so that he could get his hands on the blonde.
"That... wouldn't be so bad, would it?" Hizashi's voice was soft and demure, a specific tone that was all too familiar to the erasure hero whose eyes shot up to find the voice hero resting on his knees a few feet away from him.
His chin was tilted down toward his chest, but he hadn't lowered his eyes yet as his tongue darted out across his lips and he met the dark-haired man's gaze.
“Hizashi?” Shouta asked, hands hesitating on the zipper to his tracksuit as he stared at his husband’s kneeling form, "You want... here?"
”I’m sorry, I know it’s risky and we don't have to-” Hizashi panted, flexing his fingers against his knees in a clear sign of impatience, “I just want it so bad, Shou. I feel like I'm dressed up all for you and you like it so much... it makes me wanna be good for you.”
Shouta chewed his lip for a moment before he double-checked the lock on the door and sauntered over to the blonde.
When he reached him, he let one hand trail gently along the other man's jawline, “If we do this, we do it safely. You can’t go too far under. If you feel yourself slipping, you must use your safe word, understand?”
”Yes Sir,” Hizashi rushed the words out in a quick, relieved breath as he switched to their practiced dialogue, “Yes, thank you Sir.”
Shouta couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips at the words, reaching back up to slowly lower the zipper to his tracksuit.
He undid the hero costume all the way down to his hips, but he didn't pull it off. Instead, he rolled the top down until his erection, tenting his dark grey boxer-briefs, was visible but kept it around his legs and neglected to remove his shoes as he tied the sleeves around his waist below his balls to ensure his clothing stay in place.
This left his toned chest, sprinkled with dark curled hairs, on display as his nipples pebbled in the cool AC. Hizashi stared up at him appreciatively with parted lips.
"Y-you're so handsome, Sir," Hizashi said softly as he kept his hands on his thighs despite the way they twitched with the urge to reach up and touch.
"Thank you, toy." Shouta responded softly as he felt his heart flutter, "You can tell me more. Tell me what you're thinking."
"I'm s-so lucky to be used by you, Sir." Hizashi bit his lip and swallowed thickly, "You're so handsome and strong and I'm so happy that you... that you think I look good like this..."
There was a soft lilt to his voice indicating doubt; he was questioning if Shouta agreed with that statement and the dark-haired man immediately reached out to cup the blonde's cheek, "You do, darling, you look delicious dressed up like this. My pretty little thing, aren't you?"
Hizashi's gaze went soft and he gave a relieved sigh, "Yes Sir."
"As much as I like to hear your sweet praises, darling," Shouta stroked a thumb under the voice hero's eye, "We don't have time to drag this out too much. On your feet."
Hizashi followed the command wordlessly, rising quickly and standing in front of the erasure hero with his gaze fixed on the floor.
Shouta set to work disheveling the other man's photoshoot outfit, loving the way the expensive fabrics looked on his husband's smooth skin.
He didn't want to fully undress him, since that would a waste of the sexy clothes, so instead he simply got the most hindering pieces out of the way.
He reached out and undid the gold-studded leather belt with confident hands, yanking it out of the belt loops roughly enough that it caused Hizashi to pitch forward with a mumbled apology. Shouta gave him a sharp look that threatened him to stay still, before he looked down at the accessory.
"What say we put this to better use, hm?" Shouta twirled the belt in his hands as he raised an eyebrow at his husband.
The voice hero blinked at him, slowly extending his wrists pressed together in an offering, but Shouta chuckled at him. "Oh no, pretty thing, I had something else in mind."
He leaned forward into the other man's space as he looped the belt around the voice hero's face, pressed it between his parted lips and buckling it behind his head. He even pulled the excess strap through the loop meant to hold it in place and grinned when Hizashi's eyelashes fluttered.
"There. Now I don't have to worry about your noises getting us caught. Remember your nonverbal signals, darling." He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the leather belt and then dropping his hands back down to the other's pants again.
He knelt on the ground as he removed the thick-soled combat boots so that he could peel the leather trousers off of his husband's thin legs. He raised an eyebrow at the lack of underwear, "You got your photo taken while going commando? My, my, you must be feeling awfully slutty today, darling."
Hizashi groaned around the gag in his mouth as his cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, but he didn't move a muscle. He made a soft questioning noise when Shouta began to put the clunky combat boots back on his feet despite his lack of pants, which earned him a sharp slap on the thigh that left him gasping.
Shouta liked the sharp juxtaposition of the heavy, black leather boots against his husband's slender, hairless legs and for some reason the idea of fucking him while the only thing on his lower body was a pair of heavy boots made his cock twitch in his underwear. He laced them back up carefully, knotting them tightly before he stood.
He tugged the sheer, sparkly black shirt out from the leather corset, not caring when it rubbed against the sensitive skin of Hizashi's belly uncomfortably.
Deciding not to fully remove the shirt, he first tugged the blonde's arms out of the leopard print over-shirt before pulling his arms through the black shirt.
Thus, the shirt fabric remained on him, bunched around his neck like a loose scarf and leaving his nipples exposed. Shouta pinched and toyed with them lightly, loving the way Hizashi's breath hitched.
He decided to entirely discard the leopard over-shirt, yanking it off the other man and paying no mind when the fabric stretched at it pulled loose from the knot that had been tied at the bottom.
That left Hizashi mostly naked aside from the shirt hanging around his neck, the black corset hugging his thin waist, and the leather boots. As well as the assortment of gold jewelry accessories that decorated him, but Shouta knew he wanted those to stay. Hizashi deserved to be decorated in shiny gold.
"Hands behind your back." Shouta ordered, watching as his husband complied. He snatched the tail-end of his capture weapon that had been sitting abandoned off to the side and used it to bind the voice hero's wrists together with a satisfied hum.
"Look at you," He said, blatantly eyeing the other man and grinning when Hizashi's flush darkened, "So pretty... my sweet toy. Get back on your knees."
Hizashi dropped without hesitation, tilting his head up to gaze up at the erasure hero adoringly.
"I can't believe you walked here from the photography studio looking like this, Zashi." Shouta growled as he trailed his fingers down the center of the voice hero's chest and tugged at the sheer shirt that hung bunched around his neck, "I bet tons of horny motherfuckers checked you out, looked at your cute little nipples through this sad excuse for a shirt and wished they could touch you."
Hizashi's eyes were wide and shining with forced innocence as he stared up at the erasure hero, eyebrows raised in question as he fluttered his long lashes.
"Would you have let them?" Shouta's eyes narrowed as he fingered the gold choker around the other man's throat, "Hm? If they had told you how absolutely gorgeous you look would you have let a stranger touch you?"
"Mm-mm," Hizashi shook his head wildly, shuffling closer across the floor. He swallowed around the gag in his mouth, "Mm~"
"No?" Shouta grinned wickedly, "That's right, you wouldn't. Because you're mine, aren't you, pretty little thing?"
Hizashi gave a guttural whine around the belt in his mouth; his perfect, straight white teeth digging into the leather and seeming unbothered when the studs pushed at his lips.
"You like the way that sounds?" Shouta asked gruffly, "You want me to take you home and mark you up till there's no question about who you belong to?"
"Hrmmm," Hizashi shifted on his knees and pressed forward to nuzzle against the hard outline of his husband's erection.
Shouta's head tipped back as he bucked his hips up into the touch and rubbed his clothed cock against the blonde's parted lips, the leather edge of the belt digging against his flesh almost painfully, "What would make it the most obvious, hm? Should I cover your body in bitemarks?"
He stroked his thumb over Hizashi's cheekbone reverently, "Mm, maybe I should strip you down and piss on you. Slap you with my cock until I get hard and then cum on your pretty face. You'd be so covered in my fluids that everyone would know who owns you."
Hizashi's glazed green eyes were half-lidded as he panted around the belt in his mouth, moaning wantonly as he nodded enthusiastically.
Shouta cracked his eyes open to stare down at him and chuckled darkly, "You'd like that wouldn't you, sweet thing? Such a good little cockslut, you'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm mhmm," Hizashi hummed needily, his knees creaking in protest on the ground as he thrusted his hips forward into the open air in a desperate search for friction.
Shouta shifted to press one of his legs between the blonde's parted knees, close enough that his shin brushed the other man's bare cock which left a smear of pre-cum against the black fabric.
Hizashi froze immediately, wide eyes staring up at him as a poorly concealed shudder passed through him.
Shouta's hands fell to the back of the voice hero's head, tangling in the blonde hair and not caring that he was mussing the neat braids and perky bun on top of his husband's head. His pinky from his right hand slipped between the belt and the blonde's head, rubbing gently as he subconsciously tested the tightness before deciding it wasn't too much.
He rolled his hips forward and ground his clothed cock against the voice hero's lips again, sighing contentedly as a wet spot began to form around the head of his leaking member.
He tugged at the blonde's hair gently, "You have permission to hump my leg, toy, I know how badly you want to."
"Urmph~" Hizashi's eyes finally slipped shut as he started to pump his hips forward, panting around the gag in his mouth as he ground his erection against the hard line of the erasure hero's shin.
Hizashi always got worked up when Shouta restrained him like this, especially when he was gagged and forced to remain quiet. The erasure hero knew from the moment he decided to gag the other that the blonde was likely going to get two orgasms out of this, but he enjoyed the process of wringing them out of his usually composed husband.
Shouta let him hump his leg for several minutes as he leisurely teased himself, grinding his erection into the kneeling man's pretty face before he finally growled low in his throat and tugged at the belt gently, "Come for me, pretty thing. I know you want your first orgasm out of the way, don't you? You're such a little slut for me I bet you'll stay hard."
Hizashi's hips stuttered and he whimpered brokenly as his body went ramrod straight before he suddenly wrenched himself away, unintentionally caused Shouta to tug at the belt strap hard.
The voice hero turned his body away, wordlessly groaning low in his throat as his cock jerked against his belly and he came in thin ropes across the floor. His eyes were squeezed shut, hissing breaths coming out strained around the gag in his mouth as he shuddered through his first orgasm.
Shouta blinked in surprise before he took a step forward, reaching to grip the voice hero by the chin roughly as the other man blinked his eyes open, "Did I give you permission to move, toy?"
"Mm-mm," Hizashi shook his head weakly, but his jade green eyes darted a glance down at the erasure hero's leg and his eyebrows twitched in question.
"Ahh," Shouta loosened his grip as he followed the other's gaze and eyed the bottom of his tracksuit, "I gave you permission to come, but not on me."
"Hmm~" Hizashi looked barely smug as he hummed around the belt and shifted on his knees to nuzzle the dark-haired man's cock through his underwear again, a silent apology.
Shouta ran a hand through the blonde's hair reassuringly and huffed, "Jesus, Zashi... always such a good boy for me, aren't you? Thinking of me even in the middle of your own orgasm."
Hizashi's eyes glazed over further at the praise, rubbing his face forward harder and pressing his nose against the sensitive underside of the head of the erasure hero's cock.
Shouta bit his lip and groaned, an air of impatience looming over his shoulders at how delicious the voice hero looked at his feet.
He tapped the voice hero's shoulder as he kicked at the leather pants discarded on the floor, "On your knees facing away from me. If you need to lean on these, you can. Show me again what your nonverbal is?"
Hizashi blinked up at him before he turned to follow the instruction while he wrestled with his bound hands. He pulled them apart from each other as far as he could before he extended just his pinky and thumb, shaking his hands lightly.
Shouta nodded firmly once and pressed a hand against the dimples on the curve of the blonde's lower back, "Good boy."
It was sign language for 'yellow' and it was Hizashi's nonverbal safe word, Shouta always ensuring that he had the mobility to use it if needed so he never tied the voice hero's hands together too tightly.
He licked his lips at he eyed the voice hero's raised ass, reaching out to pull apart his cheeks and grinning when the blonde jerked under his touch.
His hole was already twitching, Shouta eyeing it hungrily before he ducked down to lick a long stripe across it. He knew they didn't have too much time to waste, but not even getting a taste seemed like such a waste.
Hizashi jolted, a surprised moan coming from behind the gag as Shouta flickered his tongue over the other's entrance in a succession of quick licks. His hands massaged the other man's cheeks hard, fingers leaving imprints in the supple flesh as he squeezed rhythmically.
He circled the fluttering hole before he pointed his tongue and probed at the entrance with the tip, delighting in the muffled breathy moans from his husband. He only thrusted his tongue inside twice before he pulled back and lapped across the hole one last time.
Pulling away fully, he sucked three of his own fingers into his mouth, coating them in slick saliva.
If Hizashi weren't gagged he would have made the blonde do this part for him, but as it were the voice hero was straining to look back at him over his shoulder.
His green eyes were hungry as he watched the erasure hero suckle his fingers with a slight smirk, whining brokenly around the belt.
"Such an impatient little thing," Shouta observed lightly as he extracted his fingers from his mouth and ghosted over the blonde's hole.
He chuckled when his husband subtly tried to press his hips down into his touch. He decided to be merciful and plunged two of his fingers into the blonde's tight heat, biting his lip when the voice hero arched his back and moaned loudly.
He scissored his fingers carefully and pumped them in and out, adding a third when the blonde began rocking back into his touch. He let the pads of his fingers graze the other man's prostate a few times, but he didn't want to put too much pressure there yet.
Instead, he focused on stretching the other man as efficiently as possible as Hizashi dropped his forehead to the ground and whimpered around the gag.
When he was satisfied at the lack of resistance that fanning out his three fingers met, he finally pulled them free and rested a hand on his husband's hip instead. Hizashi straightened immediately, craning his neck to look back at him with desperate green eyes, "Hnnmm?"
He reached out to smear his hand through the still wet globs of cum on the floor from Hizashi's first orgasm, letting the blonde watch as he used it to coat his own erection.
He jerked himself with the slick substance for a moment, his breath hitching as Hizashi mewled needily and flushed. Shouta knew if he weren't gagged, the voice hero would be babbling about how dirty that was.
When he was satisfied that it would be enough to ease the stretch, he gripped the base of his fat cock and pressed the head to Hizashi's stretched hole. He pressed in slowly and carefully, listening to the hiss of the breaths Hizashi was taking around the gag.
Once he was settled, pelvis pressed flush against the blonde's ass, he leaned forward to encircle his arms around the voice hero's heaving chest.
"Ready, love?" He asked quietly after a moment, squeezing gently as he hugged the other from behind and resisted the urge to roll his hips.
"Mmm~" Hizashi's muffled moan was thin and high-pitched, head tipping backward to press against Shouta's shoulder, "Mhmm, mhmm.."
Shouta grinned and pressed a few kisses to the other's bony shoulder blade before he sat back and slowly pulled out. He kept the pace easy in the beginning, long pulls in and out of the blonde's tight heat as he let both of them adjust.
Slowly he picked up the pace until he was audibly slamming into the other man, hips slapping against the blonde's supple ass cheeks and leaving a red flush on the pale flesh. He panted as he lost himself in the rhythm and the intoxicating drag of the other man's inner walls on his bare cock.
"Mmph- mmph- mmph-!" The muffled, breathy moans being punched out the blonde seemed so loud in the quiet room despite the belt gag, echoing with the obscene slap of skin-on-skin as Shouta pounded into him.
They came out short and high-pitched, in the way that Shouta knew meant the blonde was being fucked just right; each thrust against his prostate hard enough that it teetered between pain and pleasure.
He'd mastered just the right angle to drive his lover wild over years of practice, knew exactly how to angle the blonde's slim hips with the one steadying hand that he used to grip the other's hipbone.
His other hand slid up the line of the blonde's long spine until he found wispy strands of blonde hair tickling his fingers, bypassing the temptation to yank the other back by his hair and instead letting his fingers continue until they found the strap from the belt buckled around the blonde's head.
He gripped the strap and pulled gently, wrenching the blonde's head back and causing him to arch his back deliciously.
"Fuck-" He growled gruffly, unable to slow his pace as he felt a familiar pressure building in his gut, "Zashi, I'm close!"
The hot, tight heat was so good around his throbbing erection; the friction of the other man's walls making his balls draw up tight against his body as he tried to stave off his orgasm.
"Nnmmm~" Hizashi mewled around his gag, arching his back impossibly further as Shouta let go of the belt strap that had been holding him up. Instead, one of the erasure hero's calloused hands circled his hips to grip his weeping cock, the blonde spasming under his touch as he began to jerk him roughly.
He swiped his thumb over the head of the blonde's cock and pressed the tip of his nail against the sensitive slit, delighting in the way the feverish flesh was already sopping wet with precum, "You feel so good, baby, so good. You gonna come again, Zashi? Can you do that for me, sweet toy?"
Hizashi's eyes rolled back, drool slipping down his chin from the edges of gag as the pleasure burned inside of him.
He was close, balancing on the edge of orgasm as his body tried desperately to decide if the overstimulation was painful or pleasurable.
Shouta relieved the pressure from his slit, instead extending his thumb to press against the underside of his head as he stroked Hizashi's cock in a firm grip.
His rough, calloused fingers traced the pulsing vein along the underside of the blonde's cock and his vision went blurry with tears.
Two more sharp thrusts against his abused prostate and suddenly Hizashi's body decided all on its own, white-hot pleasure ripping through him so unexpectedly that he jerked roughly and nearly lost his balance on his knees.
His cock pulsed out thick ropes of white cum, twitching so violently in the erasure hero's grip that it nearly slapped against his lower belly as he painted cum across his chest and floor beneath him.
He heaved a broken sob around the gag in his mouth, wishing he could have finished screaming out his husband's name like his normally did, but knowing that the gag had likely been a good idea for more than one reason in hindsight.
Behind him, Shouta groaned loudly as he sank into his hole one last time before his hips stilled and he spilled inside of his husband, hot come painting his insides and causing Hizashi to shudder and sob again.
"F-ffuck," Shouta stuttered out a moan as his hips twitched through his release, muscles drawn taut.
As the aftershocks passed he registered the blonde's hitching breaths and tiny sobs, quickly leaning forward to pull the other's back flush against his chest.
"So good, sweet thing, god that felt so good," He cooed softly, tracing his hands up and down the blonde's tensed sides as his cock pulsed weakly inside of the voice hero, "So lucky to have you, my pretty little toy. You made Sir feel so good, darling."
Slowly, Hizashi began to relax as the overwhelming swell of his orgasm faded to a pleasant buzz. He hummed around the gag in his mouth and Shouta sighed in relief, rising up again.
"Hey, Sunshine," Shouta dropped his voice low and stroked a gentle hand down the length of the blonde's sweat-slick spine, "You with me?"
"M-mmm," Hizashi stuttered out a weak moan around the belt, shifting slightly before stretching his hands as far as he could behind himself to lightly tap at the erasure hero's muscular abdomen.
Shouta huffed out a soft laugh and slowly pulled out of his husband's abused hole, swallowing when a thin rope of his cum immediately dripped out of the flushed, puffy rim.
His cock twitched at the sight, one last slow dribble of cum bubbling out from the slit as he stroked a reverent hand over the curve of his husband’s ass.
He blinked as he refocused and reached up run a gentle hand through his husband's ruined hairstyle, "You can turn over, love, just let me get these other things off first."
He pulled at the knot in the capture weapon that bound Hizashi's wrists, wincing at the slight irritation left behind on the blonde's pale skin. He undid the belt buckle with careful fingers, pushing it forward once it was undone to release it from the voice hero's mouth where it clattered to the floor with a heavy thud.
Hizashi gasped in a quick breath as soon as he was freed, shoving his body to the side and rolling over to look up at the dark-haired man. He managed to get mostly on his back, though he was still slightly tilted to the side with one shoulder pressed against the leather pants beneath him.
The blonde hero was the perfect picture of debauchery, stealing the breath from Shouta's lungs as his throat went dry while his eyes raked over the sight beneath him.
The faux-gag had obviously made it hard for him to swallow if the glisten of saliva on his chin was any indication. His cheeks were flushed happily from his orgasms, lips chapped from where they'd been held open around the belt for just a touch too long where it had left red imprints on the corners of his mouth and cheeks.
His jade green eyes were bloodshot and dazed, wet lashes fluttering against his sharp cheekbones as he blinked up at the erasure hero.
"Oh," Shouta breathed, pitching himself forward to settle his body over his husband's to share a bit of warmth.
Hizashi leaned up into his embrace, exhaling softly as Shouta peppered kisses along his long neck, "Oh, my perfect, pretty, little thing. You did so well, baby, you made Sir so happy."
"Hmmm," Hizashi cleared his throat quietly as his head lolled to the side to meet the dark-haired man's gaze, smiling when he found the erasure hero's grey eyes sparkling with unabashed adoration, "Thank you, Sir... you were so good to me."
"Good boys deserve to be treated well, Zashi," Shouta whispered soothingly as he pressed a steady hand to the blonde's hairless chest, "And you were so good for me, handsome."
Hizashi practically beamed, his eyes slipping shut as he sighed contentedly.
Shouta frowned softly before he schooled his expression into a neutral expression and tapped the voice hero's sternum lightly, "Zashi, how far under are you right now?"
"N-not at all, Sir." Hizashi answered immediately, forcing his eyes open again to stare up at him.
The continued use of the moniker they used in scenes only confirmed Shouta's suspicions and he began to rub soothing circles on the blonde's breastbone.
Shouta clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before leaning down to nuzzle his nose against the blonde's tear-streaked cheek, "That got a bit out-of-hand, didn't it, darling? I didn't mean to be that rough with you. I just couldn't resist because of how good my sweet toy looked. It's okay if you slipped under a bit."
"Mm," Hizashi nibbled at his lip nervously before he nodded just barely, "A little. Not enough to really affect anything, but I feel... fuzzy."
"Good boy," Shouta pressed a firm kiss just beneath the voice hero's left eye, trailing his parted lips up over the bridge of his nose and ignoring the faint saltiness of tears that ghosted over his tastebuds.
Hizashi let his eyes slip shut and Shouta pressed a featherlight kiss over his other eyelid as he continued rubbing soothing circles into the other's chest, "Thank you for being honest with me."
Hizashi preened under his touch and pressed forward to meet him in a chaste kiss, his movements slow and sweet. For all the boisterous confidence that the voice hero had outside of the bedroom, he was an amazingly docile sub and Shouta had learned early on in their relationship that the other man needed near constant reassurance.
Not that he minded.
He adored showering his husband in needless affections. It was an easy price to pay for complete control over the usually free-spirited blonde.
He cleared his throat, "I know it's your free period next and you were planning on working on your setlist for the station, but I was hoping you could bring your laptop out to the training grounds. Sit with me and All Might while 1-A trains?"
He was careful to phrase it as a question. If Hizashi struggled to decide on his answer, that meant he was deeper into a drop than he'd indicated and that meant that Shouta might end up just bringing him back to their dorm to raise him slowly.
But Hizashi smacked his chapped lips together lightly and then nodded, "I can do that. And..."
He hesitated, glancing up at the erasure hero shyly who simply raised an eyebrow at him. Hizashi swallowed, "Food?"
"Of course," Shouta answered quickly, proud of his sub for regaining control so easily, "We can stop by Lunch Rush for onigiri and water. Or do you want something else? Tea?"
Hizashi licked his lips and raised his hands to loop around the dark-haired man's neck, "Matcha."
"Matcha it is, then." Shouta confirmed as he smiled at his husband and pulled him into another lazy kiss.