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Shouta was tired, but when was he not?
He trudged home from work, glad to be taking a day off from his night shift. He waved to the doorman of his apartment building, a grey haired, elderly man named Bert, from America. He didn't speak much Japanese, but he was friendly and did his job well.
His capture scarf gently shifted as he stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the 7th floor. He sighed, wondering if his husband was home from his radio show yet.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, Shouta exiting and walking morosely to his apartment. Unit 16.
He pulled out his key, a small Present Mic keychain dangling as he did. The lock clicked and he pushed the door open. He heard the sound of the TV from the living room.
"Zashi?" Shouta called. "Is that you?"
He kicked off his shoes and made his way further into the lavish apartment. With five jobs between them, they were quite wealthy.
On the TV, the newest episode of The Great British Bake Off was playing, in English, as Hizashi's mother was from England.
He had his hands covering his mouth, and was literally sitting on the edge of his seat. Shouta saw his hearing aids on the side table, and realized that his husband must not be able to hear him. Hizashi did that sometimes, after a hard day.
And Shouta knew the perfect to help him unwind.
He crept up behind him and slid his hands over his shoulders and across his collarbones with his calloused hands. Hizashi jumped about a mile.
"Shou!" Hizashi whirled around, his voice slightly slurred without his hearing aids.
Shouta moved around and sat beside him, pulling his hands away to sign, "Hello, love." He smiled gently, a face reserved for Hizashi and Hizashi alone. Hizashi smiled his lopsided genuine smile and it filled Shouta's soul to see, even if the bags under his husband's eyes were a little more pronounced that he liked.
"Are you up for a little fun?" He signed. Hizashi blinked and cocked his head with a small smile.
"Such as?" He replied.
Shouta smirked and lean forward, and placed a soft kiss to his lips, then slowly, gently, kissed his jaw. Hizashi's breath caught.
"Oh. That kind." His voice was barely a breath, and he tilted his chin up, giving Shouta better access to his neck. He slowly made his way down, leaving marks as he went.
Hizashi moaned softly, gripping the back of Shouta's shirt.
When he reached Hizashi's shirt, Shouta lightly nipped the fabric in silent demand as he slid his fingers under the bottom. A now flushed Hizashi obliged, letting his shirt be pulled over his head and discarded on the floor in a heap.
He made his way down his chest, relishing in the noises made by his squirming husband. He reached the vee of muscles leading into his skinny leather pants. Shouta lifted himself over Hizashi and captured his lips in a heated kiss.
Shouta traced Hizashi's delicate lips in silent request, and Hizashi opened, their tongues meeting in a delicate union. They only broke it to pull Shouta's shirt off too, joining Hizashi's on the floor. Shouta scooped him up, and Hizashi's legs wrapped around his waist, and Shouta walked to their bedroom.
He gently lay his husband down on the sheets, holding himself up, just barely touching him.
"Fuck, you're hot." Hizashi flushed. Shouta smirked. He dipped his fingers under his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers off and throwing them away. Shouta removed his own pants and they scooted further onto the bed. Hizashi smiled.
Both of them were fully hard, their cocks pulsing. Shouta reached in the nightstand drawer, pulling out lube, and clicking open the cap. He squirted some on his fingers and rubbed it to warm it up.
He hooked Hizashi's legs over his shoulders and slowly pressed a finger in. Hizashi whimpered, drawing a smile on Shota's face. He loved making his husband feel like this.
He was the only one that got to do this. Hizashi was his, and Shouta was Hizashi's. He slipped another finger in, scissoring them and stretching him open. Soft moans emitted from Hizashi as he worked. He slid a third finger in, opening him further.
When he removed his fingers, Hizashi let out a whine, his hole tensing around nothing. Shouta rubbed some lube on his cock, positioning it before his ass.
"Ready, love?" Shouta signed gently, his hearing aids still in the living room. Hizashi nodded desperately, squirming.
Shouta slowly pushed in with gentle, rolling thrusts. Hizashi gripped the sheets with a moan. Once Shouta was fully buried in him, he paused to let his husband adjust to the size.
When Hizashi nodded, he started moving, thrusting his hips. The bed creaked, and Shouta groaned, and Hizashi moaned, as skin slapped and bodied moved. He began to speed up, repeatedly hitting his prostate. Hizashi panted, and Shouta grunted, sensing that they were both close to their climax. Shouta sped up more, his hips snapping as he chased his high, and he wrapped a hand around Hizashi's throbbing cock and begin jerking him in time to his thrusts.
Hizashi finished, white ropes spraying over his chest, and when his hole clenched around Shouta, he reached his climax. He came inside Hizashi, filling him up, and riding out both of their climaxes.
Shouta collapsed on top of Hizashi, both of them panting. Shouta let out a breathless chuckle and he felt Hizashi mirror it. He lifted himself on trembling arms, and shakily signed, "Shower?"
Hizashi nodded. Shouta stood slowly, and offered a hand to his husband. He took it and Shouta pulled him up.
They made their way to the shower and turned it on, steam filling the bathroom and fogging the mirror.
They always showered together after sex. It was a routine of theirs. They'd clean each other up, and it was gentle and kind. Shouta knelt down and washed the fluids off Hizashi's chest, while Hizashi scrubbed his hair.
They finished showering, and dried off, crawling into bed. Hizashi rested his head on Shouta's chest, and Shouta gently stroked his head.
As Hizashi's breathing evened out, Shouta thought that maybe, he had helped his husband unwind a little, and Shouta loved him so much.