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shouta laid boneless on the bed trying to catch his breath just moments after reaching his climax. hizashi had yet to pull out, hovering over his husband’s glistening body and appreciating the serotonin rush that came with their orgasms. it wasn’t often that they got to have sex considering their busy schedules, so when they did they made it count.
shouta was beautiful in a rugged, masculine way. his messy black hair laid plastered to his sweat-covered skin, scars littering his body. he wasn’t overly muscular or lanky, and he was even chubby in some places. his shallow breathing accompanied by a blissed-out look made hizashi wanna take a picture- anything to immortalize this moment. shouta would be too embarrassed though. instead, he pulled his hips back gently until he was fully unsheathed from his partner, then placed kisses all over his blushing face.
“hmphh, stop it zashi,” shouta whined noncommittally, still feeling submissive and vulnerable to his husband.
“you’re a meanie,” hizashi teased. he pulled back and looked into shouta’s eyes. “anything i can do to make you feel better?”
“just hold me for a little… and maybe massage around my hips? they’re sore from moving so much.”
“aw, my poor guy, i’m sorry! you did so, so good though, i hope you felt good.” hizashi moved to pull shouta against his bare chest. “if it wasn’t worth the aches and pains then we can do something different next time.”
“you think too much, zashi. it felt great. you always know how to make me feel good.” hizashi might be the more dominant of the two, but shouta’s words had him a blushing mess.
shouta nuzzled into hizashi’s neck and chest, enjoying the gentle press of hizashi’s hands on his bare hips. he got comfortable for five or ten minutes before asking for something he’d been refused in the past.
“hey zashi? isn’t it about time i take care of you? my- my hips don’t hurt as bad and i have some energy,” he spat, not giving his husband time to counter. despite shouta’s pleas, hizashi always insisted that he doesn’t need aftercare as a dom. it’s true that his body isn’t abused and used as much during sex, but he still needs love. “what can i do for my prince?”
at that, he was blushing harder and hiding his face in a nearby pillow, rolling away from shouta on their king-sized bed.
“hey hey hey, none of that darling,” he chastised, pulling hizashi closer by his waist until his back was pressed to shouta’s chest. “my darling~” shouta whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss into the tangle of blonde hair. using pet names for his partner wasn’t his thing, and he felt awkward using them, but he knew it was the way to hizashi’s heart.
“you can try to swoon me all you want but i’m not the one who needs cared for here,” hizashi insisted, his stern voice and words a noticeable juxtaposition to his reddened face. he turned his head to continue his tirade, but was met with his husband’s softened eyes and gentle smile. you’d think that after years of marriage he wouldn’t falter over the small quirk of shouta’s lips, but his husband was just so adorable when he wasn’t being a hardass.
“where’s it hurt, zashi? or ache?” he saw hizashi’s face grow bitter again as he remembered what he turned around to say, but he was stopped by a gentle press of lips against his own. “let me do this for you. i want to give you this.” he places another kiss, this time on his blushing cheek.
“m-my back kinda hurts…”
shouta beamed, sitting up and moving to look at his husband’s backside. hizashi sighed and rolled onto his front, revealing a number of scratches where shouta had previously attempted to seek purchase. none of the scratches were deep enough to break skin or require medical treatment, but they probably stung. some gentle touches couldn’t hurt.
“oh, poor baby,” he chided, running calloused hands over the expanse of his back, fingers outstretched like he was trying to touch as much as possible. “you don’t have to hide these things from me. if it hurts it hurts.” at this, shouta leant down to gingerly kiss each shallow wound.
“b-but my little scratches aren’t anything like what i do to you.”
shouta reached forward to muss hizashi’s blonde locks, giving a small laugh. “yeah, sometimes it can be a lot for me, but that’s- do you want me to rub your back too?” a slight nod from hizashi as shouta’s hands moved to his shoulder blades. “-that’s not to say that it doesn’t hurt you at all.”
there was more behind his words than just what was said. throughout their friendship and eventual relationship, hizashi was prone to swallowing his feelings. shouta was naturally loud with his trauma and, in some strange way, this made hizashi feel like he had to be quieter with his. they may have been through everything together, but their reactions were always so unique to them. shouta was awful with words, but he wanted desperately to be his husband’s support system. he needed to let him know he was there.
he pressed his thumbs into hizashi’s shoulders til he found a knot, rubbing harder to work it out of his back. they continued like this, enjoying the comfortable silence and gentle sighs that came from the blonde as his tension was eased.
“hey zashi?” shouta whispered after some time.
“hm?”
“when it comes to, uh, this,” he began, gesturing between them, somehow unable to say the word sex without getting awkward, “you know that i want you to be rough with me, right? that it doesn’t hurt my feelings when you degrade me or hurt me? i don’t want you to get the wrong idea and think it bothers me,” he said, adding, “you know i love you?” the room went back to being quiet for a little while. then, suddenly, shouta could feel hizashi’s breathing grow ragged under his hands.
“are you… crying?”
the blonde rolled over so shouta could see his face, giving an embarrassed smile as tears stained his cheeks. he reached up to place a hand on his husband’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over his dark stubble.
“you’re so perfect, shouta. you don’t have to remind me. i know vocalizing your feelings is hard, but here you are,” he spoke just above a whisper, voice cracking as he tried to maintain his composure. “so considerate, even when i’m stubborn. i love you too, honey. my perfect shouta.”
shouta reached for his face where hizashi’s hand rested and brought it to his lips. “i’m sorry i don’t affirm you more… i feel like nothing i say is good enough, but in case you forgot-“ he kissed his hand, then added, “i love you more than anything, zashi. life wouldn’t be the same without you.” shouta’s blushing aggressively at this point, feeling like he’s being held under a microscope.
“you love me more than anything? even cats?” hizashi gives a dorky grin and cocks his head in fake curiosity.
“not this again, it’s like when you asked if i’d still love you if you were a worm.”
“a genuine concern!” he theatrically held a hand to his forehead to exaggerate his point.
“are you done yet? i’d like to finish what i started,” shouta gave a gentle smile, softly stroking his husband’s cheek, wiping a tear away. “you, uh, kinda look like you got attacked by a bear.”
“huh? oh, this?” he gestured to his neck and torso, covered in an obscene amount of hickeys and love bites.
“um, yeah,” shouta laughs nervously, embarrassed by how affectionate he gets when he’s intimate with his husband. “so much for not needing aftercare.”
“uhh, rude!” hizashi retorts dramatically. “you’re lucky you’re cute.” he stroked shouta’s hair absentmindedly, a small smile forming at the sheer love he had for his partner.
“if you insist.” he gently runs his fingers over the marks, starting at his neck and ending near his hips, taking note of which areas seemed painful or sensitive. hizashi might be good at concealing his emotions, but he couldn’t control how he reacted to his lover’s touch. shouta had a good idea of where to be gentle when he leant down and began to kiss over the red and purple areas.
“mmh, shou, that feels nice~” the blonde sighed in ecstasy, lightly scratching his husband’s scalp.
shouta met hizashi’s gaze from where he hovered near his chest. “i don’t think i have another round in me so don’t get any ideas.”
“i’ll try not to, but whew it’s hard!” he fanned his face as if shouta’s very presence had him burning up. an eyeroll from the brunette had him playfully batting at his shoulder. “kidding! shou, we’re both completely naked, i think you could tell if i wanted something from you silly.”
“yeah,” shouta mumbled against hizashi’s skin, still gently kissing away at his body. “speaking of which, you want boxers or anything? i can get em for you.”
“eh that’s alright. as long as you’re comfortable i’m fine with just blankets covering me. i like having these intimate moments with you. it’s… nice,” he replied, more gravity behind his words than he intended, rambling a little more than he wanted.
“such a sap. i knew you only wanted me for my body,” shouta joked.
“never in a million years, my love.”
as the last of the kisses were placed on hizashi’s shoulders and neck, shouta met eyes with his husband.
“we should invest in a muzzle or something, zashi. i don’t know what’s wrong with horny me, but there were a lot of marks on you,” shouta mused.
“don’t be like that, shou! it’s kinda cute seeing you get all kissy on me.”
“you wanna see kissy?” he grabbed his husband’s face and smothered him in little kisses, refusing to stop until he was giggling and squirming in laughter. with one particularly sweet kiss to hizashi’s lips, shouta pulled back and said, “kissy’s not even a word.”
“man, you’re the worst, shou,” he pulled him in for another kiss, “and i love you so much.”
“i love you too.”