2nd Drabble of September

Eraserhead/Present Mic – Sleepy morning sex; soft and warm.

(Use of the word 'cunt' once. No penetration of any kind.)

It’s easier to get Hizashi to submit when he’s freshly woken and still disoriented. He’ll be soft and warm, hair haphazard since it will have inevitably slipped out of the little messy bun he puts it into whenever he isn’t wearing any product in his hair, and his eyes will still be unfocused from sleep and lack of glasses.

The best thing, however, in Shota’s opinion, is that Hizashi is very quiet when he’s still sleepy. He whines and coos and purrs, but it is all so soft and delicate it sends shivers down his spine.

He begins when Hizashi is still asleep. He’s on his back, as per usual, limbs sprawled in every which direction, and it is so very easy for Shota to slip between his thighs, hands stroking slow and leisurely along his naked legs and hipbones. It is not like Hizashi wasn’t encouraging his molestation.

He’s gloriously naked, and he smells addicting when Shota slips beneath the covers, nosing through Hizashi’s fine blond pubes. He licks him slowly, suckling on his cock when it begins to swell against his tongue, his always tired, burning eyes slipping closed so he can enjoy the salty tang as he seals his lips around Hizashi and lashes the crown of his dick with soft, leisurely drags of his tongue.

Around him in the dark, Hizashi’s knees twitch and he begins to sleepily arrange and rearrange his legs. He sighs deeply above Shota, and Shota hums in response, voice deep and slow and satisfied.

Hizashi’s thighs tense as the vibration registers through his sensitive, swollen cock – and then his hand is questing down, grabbing blindly until it has a fist full of Shota’s shaggy black hair.

So he’s awake. He’s still quiet though, his soft little puffs of breath audible through the thick blanket. Shota waits for a few more seconds, letting Hizashi feel the mere hint of teeth; and when nothing happens other than Hizashi angling his knees farther apart, he goes back to what he’d been doing.

His fingers are not idle, stroking along the sensitive skin between thigh and groin, just about dragging against Hizashi’s labia before travelling farther down. It had been someone disappointing to realize Hizashi does not like his ‘other opening’ to be used, but ultimately it’s no skin off Shota’s nose.

Hizashi’s asshole is warm and silky and dry, so Shota merely tickles it; dragging fingertips across it feather light and teasing to feel it clench desperately.

He lets him go before long – mouth leaving him with a wet pop – and crawls up. They move smooth and without hesitation around each other; Shota slipping behind his husband who is already on his side, breath deep and calm as he reaches back, searching with a lube wet hand for Shota’s cock.

When he finally slips between Hizashi’s skinny thighs, they both sigh, soft and quiet. He can feel Hizashi’s throat thrum eerily when he curls a hand around it, courtesy of his Quirk, but he’s keeping it at bay without Shota needing to step in.

He fucks slow, soft, not chasing his release but enjoying the tight space between Hizashi’s clenched thighs and the warm silky feeling of his cock dragging alone the gash of his cunt, the tip nudging against Hizashi’s cock every so often and making him jerk electrified.

He can get him off like this. It will take a while, but it will be delicious; Hizashi slowly losing his mind as the need climbs so torturously slow that it hurts.

But they both have time this morning, and Shota loves when Hizashi is soft and needy for him.