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“I’m home.”
“Had a good day?” Peaking his head from the kitchen's opening, Hizashi eyed his husband and could answer his own question.
The man was rugged, more than usual, his hair a mess and shoulders hunched, he had also been soaked to the bone by the rain outside.
“Oh baby, come here.”
Shouta motioned to walk towards the kitchen but a loud click stopped him. His prosthetic was malfunctioning, refusing to lift off the ground. Hizashi noticed immediately and made quick work of drying his hands before hurriedly shuffling to his husband. Shouta was cold to the touch and shaking, when the blonde lifted the leg of his jeans he was met with wires out of place and loose screws, whatever happened to him today did a number on his leg.
He gave him a quick kiss, trying to ease the discomfort on his face, then, carefully, Hizashi peeled off Shouta’s shirt, it had somehow gotten soaked through his coat, and kneeled down to take off his prosthetic, laying it on the ground to be taken care of later. Slowly but surely, he guided his husband up the stairs to their bedroom where the bigger man sat down on the bed.
“Wanna tell me what happened?” He went to their en suite to fetch a towel, giving Shouta a second to settle on his answer.
“Class ran long, patrol was shit, stupid leg hurts, I don’t have the exams ready for next week, the kids are on edge…it’s just–”
“A lot?”
Shouta grumbled a yes, lowered his head to stare at his stump, it had healed well in the past months but he still had ghost pains on and off, and today seemed to be one of those days. Hizashi kneeled between his legs on the floor, brought the towel to Shouta’s hair and started drying it. He was used to those days, it happened more than Shouta would like to admit, but at least, they found a way to make him feel better.
When Shouta reached to take over with the towel, Hizashi’s hands went to the fly of his pants, opening it, Shouta raised his hips and the blonde slipped the pants off. As the older man watched, Hizashi lowered his head to place kisses on his lower stomach, and almost immediately, he could feel Shouta relax against him. He moved lower to kiss the man’s stirring member below the fabric and nuzzled his cheek against it before settling his head there.
“Want me to take care of you baby?” His voice dipped into that gravely tone he only used when he wanted Shouta pliant and submissive.
Above him, Shouta nodded, already holding his breath in anticipation.
“You gotta use your words baby, at least this one time.” He kept lightly rubbing his face on Shouta’s dick while he spoke, bringing it to life, but it only made it that much harder for Shouta’s already slipping brain to stay verbal just a while longer.
“..Yes.”
“Good job, you can lay down if it gets too much.”
He nodded again, before realizing his mistake, then whispered an ‘okay’ to his husband. Hizashi got to work, quick but soft, Shouta was already exhausted and he could feel him slip much faster than usual, his eyes struggling to find focus. He started by removing his boxers, then, carefully, wrapped his hand around the other man’s member and gave its tip a squeeze, earning a whine from Shouta.
The blonde started by kissing the tip again, reveling in the way Shouta’s breath hitched, then he slowly started taking more of him in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, drinking all of Shouta’s soft noises. Once his nose was buried in dark trimmed hair, he took a deep breath, relaxing his throat as much as he could and started bobbing his head up and down.
He kept a slow pace, not trying to turn this into something it wasn’t, he was helping Shouta relax not chasing his own pleasure. His hands went to rest on his husband's thighs, strong, covered in scars and hairy but yet still somehow soft to the touch. He caressed the skin there in a circular motion, squeezing here and there to work the tension out of his muscles.
Shouta’s hand came to rest on Hizashi's head, slightly tightening, as he let himself fall backwards. His breath came in slow and heavy, almost not sufficient enough, his head felt empty, weightless, it was like he was on a cloud and Hizashi, his sun, was the only thing he could pay attention to.
When, in his haze, Shouta started bucking his hips, Hizashi knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He hummed around him, letting him know to relax, reminding him he was taking care of him; the hand in his hair tightened, pulling a bit too hard but Hizashi didn’t stop, and in a matter of seconds Shouta was cumming in his mouth. His whole body tensed, breath coming in pants and his mind went white, dead to the world.
He was pulled out of his unconscious state by Hizashi cleaning him up with a rag, but the smallest touch felt like too much right now. He writhed under the blonde’s hands, a whine stuck in his throat, words still unable to form in his state.
“Shh, it’s okay baby, I’m done. Let’s get you soaking in hot water before you get sick.” His voice was quiet, soft, it had lost the edge it held before, he was back to his sweet caring self, not commanding anymore.
He struggled to get Shouta up, the man was twice his size and weight afterall, and in no condition to help at the moment, but he managed, and sat the man in the already filled tub of their bathroom. He didn’t get in himself, he had already bathed tonight and preferred letting his husband have his space when was in this state, although he always kept a hand on him. Shouta’s body relaxed further, if that was even possible, as his hurting body hit the water. Behind him, sitting on a stool, Hizashi began washing his hair and detangling the mess it had become.
They stayed there for a while, Hizashi’s arm locked on Shouta’s chest, held firmly by his hands; at some point he had tried to get up for a phone call, trying not to disturb Shouta but, apparently, being away was worse than noise pollution in his addled brain, so the blonde settled on taking his call in the bathroom. Tomorrow, someone would come to fix the prosthetic leg, so he just had to either keep Shouta in bed until then, or find his long since discarded crutches.
When the water lost its warmth Hizashi helped him out, dried him with a clean towel before he put on his pajamas and, unlike before, this time Hizashi dried his hair while his husband brushed his teeth. Then they made their way to the bed, Hizashi tucked him in and settled next to him, he fell asleep in a second.
When he woke up the world was still dark. His mind felt clearer, ,so did his vision, he blinked a couple of times, the room taking shape again before his eyes, though the alarm clock’s bright red lettering assaulted his eyes. For a second, he felt cold, and he almost panicked, but in the dark, Hizashi’s reassuring voice calmed him down.
“You’ coming back to me?” He had Eri in his arms, he was whispering, she must have crawled in their bed, and Hizashi had to back away from him to give her space. “Can you use your words baby?”
He tried but his throat was dry, instead he settled on humming and nodding his head, he was allowed now.
“You’ hungry?”
He shaked his head no, it’s not that he wasn’t hungry, but he still had this unreasonable need to be close to husband, as if he would disappear forever if he was out of his sight. He must not have had both feet on the ground just yet.
“Alright, go to sleep then. I’m right here, you’re safe.” He gestured for Shouta to get closer and he did, hugging both his husband and their daughter. “I’ll make pancakes tomorrow..”
Hizashi pulled the blanket further above them, letting one of his hands roam his husband’s back as they slowly drifted to sleep.