Obviously this is a mutuals only blog for ADULTS.Â
Personals and Minors will be blocked on sight
Non-mutuals will be soft blocked as a warning but blocked if followed again.
I will only write with a very few select people on this blog, cause NSFW is still an iffy subject for me sometimes but I still have days where it can be fun so. This blog is for those fun days.
As much as he enjoyed getting off by Hizashiâs fingers, something in him craved more. He had to be honest with himself, he liked the intimacy of their bodies close together, hands clinging wherever they could. He knew Hizashi didnât mind it either, which is why he took no shame in demanding it.
He gasped feeling himself being filled, and his shaky breath caught in his throat. The moment Hizashi was fully inside, he hooked his legs around his hip and grinded against him, needy for any and all friction.
âHaa, shitââ He groaned, leaning up to say it right against his loveâs ear. He bucked his hips in time with the others, hole clenching around his shaft as he let out a soft whine as well. âFeels so good each time, alwaysââ
It was so easy for this man to drive Hizashi wild, he was intoxicating for the blond, especially like this. Coming in closer, his face was barely inches away from Shoutaâs; maybe to continue to be a little tease, maybe cause he wanted to be close but didnât want to knock their heads together as he started moving his hips, maybe both.
A smile was on his lips, feeling the legs hook around his waist. Finding their rhythm was always rather easy, moving opposite to get the most out of every go around. It was simply heaven, and it was only getting better from here.
âFuck.. Sho-â Hizashi moaned, shuddering from the voice next to his ear. âLove it when you clench around me..â His hushed voice comes, his pace kicking up a touch. âYou drive me wild.. you know that?â
Hizashi: The Hook/Lazy Dog
Saturn: Against the wall/Pretzel Dip
Teeni: Scoop Me up/The Seashell(Post-op)
đđť-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?
For all: Weapons play. They deal with those enough on the field.Â
đś-Favorite pet name they like to be called? (Hizashi!)
Anything along the line of âmineâ, especially when heâs bottoming. Praise related ones like âGood Boyâ also!Â
đś-Most sensitive place on their body? (Teeni!)
100% Teeniâs chest. Second only to her neck, honestly!
đ˘-Most public place theyâve had sex, or would like to have sex? (Saturn!)
I think I answered something similar in another meme, but Saturn wouldnât be opposed to a good bang on the highest balcony of like, a hotel. Or a quickie in an office where itâs just xem and xir partner. Theyâre not totally into fully public sex, but teasing into it is something theyâre down for.
Anon:Â He canât say much, his mouth is pretty well occupied at the moment. Heâs made Teeni lay back on the couch while he busied himself between her legs. His mouth is very warm and wet, allowing her to slide in and out of his mouth with ease. All the while, his organic hand works her too. He hasnât been outfitted with a prosthetic just yet so all he can really do with his other arm is rest it on her thigh, holding her legs open for him as he sucks her off. As often as he can, he looks up at her, so eager to please and so eager to make her feel good. He draws back to tell her how beautiful she is, and that he loves sharing his freedom with her. His pale eyes look up at her so tenderly as he returns to his previous task, pace quickening as he pulls her closer and closer to the edge... But itâs over, with the beeping of an alarm. (Maybe this is when heâs still in the care facility??)Â
@sinn-dâ Wet Dream
âAh, shit.. Shoh..ei..?â Teeni mumbled, before realizing she was now awake. Blinking, her face quickly became redder. Did she really have a dream like that, about him..?? It takes her a moment longer to shut off her alarm, realizing it was still going off.Â
Well, the friend poking out from her panties was definitely proof that yes, she did- and she really liked it. Wet dreams happened on the occasion, but it wasnât often they got her.. this excited.Â
She.. shouldnât, but her mind is hazy. The way he looked at her while his head bopped, it was.. really hot. It made her feel special, especially as he talked about spending freedom together.. ..Sheâs got time, to hell with it.
Pulling her trusty vibrator out of her drawer, sheâd switch it on and gently run it along her needy length. Shuddering breaths and moans shake through her, her free hand grasping at the pillow her head was on. As much as she tried to keep her mind blank, her thoughts kept going back to Shohei.
âMmph.. ha..! Sho-..oh-ei.!â Teeni whines, kicking up the intensity of the vibrator. Her hips would keen and squirm, barely able to keep still under the toy. It didnât take much longer for her to pull the pillow over her face, barely muffling her pleasurable yell. Her whole body shakes with climatic intensity before she switches the toy off, panting heavily.Â
Itâs barely been more than five minutes after her alarm when she checks, still panting lightly. It wasnât as satisfying as the real thing, but.. Itâll hold her over. She chucks her toy back in her drawer and gets up, starting to get ready for the day.
Anon:Â "Fuck, Hizashiii~" The erasure hero whimpered out behind a closed door. As soon as it was opened, there was a sight before him; Shouta splayed out, fucking himself on a toy. His body bobbed up and down as he looked at Hizashi from the doorway, moans leaving him. "C'mon, I need you to fuck me. You can do that for me, won't you? I need you." The last words faded out, though, as Hizashi's alarm rang for him to wake up.
@pervenicâ Wet Dreams
Hizashi blearily blinked, fumbling to get the alarm to shut up. Sitting up, he rubbed at his eyes. âMan.. Did I really just get cockblocked by my alarm? Canât have shit in dreamlandâ He mumbles, sighing.Â
He could feel the tightness in his boxers, but he knows Shoutaâs out on a mission, leaving that side of the bed empty.Â
With a groan, he plops back down against the pillows. The images, the sounds from the dream wouldnât leave his mind, so he caved. Grabbing some lotion from the nightstand, heâd slip out from his black boxers.
At first he would simply pump his erect length, soft moans of his fianceâs name leaving him. But it wasnât quite enough, he really just wanted to fuck his lover- his hand just wasnât going to cut it. He needed hip action, but he didnât exactly own a toy designated for that..
âFuck it.. I need to change the sheets out anyway..â Rolling over, heâd take the pillow and held it down, positioning himself so that heâd be between it and the sheets. Thrusting his hips, he shut his eyes tight- imagining having his lover below him. âFuck.. fuck... Sho..!âÂ
Soon enough he hit the peak, throwing his head back with a shuddering moan. Panting, he stayed liked that for a moment, face becoming red. âDamn it..â
He gathered up the sheets and pillow shams to throw into the washer, and took a quick cold shower. Thankfully he didnât have to tell anyone about this..
Anon:Â "To-shi-no-ri~" Tensei purred softly in his ear. The younger retired pro was behind him, arms wrapped around him as he sighed softly. His touch was always so gentle with him, and his hand slowly made their way down to wrap around his length. He stroked slowly, pressing kisses along Toshinori's back and neck, his other hand trailing other places. His hips were pressed against the others, giving the smallest grind now and then for relief as he groaned softly in his ear. "You're perfect, absolutely perfect. I love you so much..." His words trailed off, getting fainter. Words of love, praise, and even the slightest bit of dirty talk got quieter as Toshinori was pulled from his sleep.
@pervenic Wet Dreams
When Toshinori woke up, he felt incredibly warm. Some time during his sleep, he had pushed off his blanket. The tent in his shorts was clear as the morning sun that peaked through the blinds. A hand ran through damp blond hair, breath shaky. He didnât normally have dreams like this, but..
The dream ran through his mind again, lingering on every detail. He should get up, but.. surely he could spare a few minutes..
Pushing his boxers down and releasing his length, he wrapped bony fingers around it- slowly pumping himself similar to how the dream went. Small moans and huffs left him, resting his head back. He had to fumble for some lotion, but otherwise the rest went uninterrupted as his pumping steadily picked up in pace.Â
âH..ha.. Tensei..â He muttered, his free hand covering his mouth to keep from being too loud. It was so embarrassing- but the building sensation made him forget about it for the most part. The praise, in that lovely purr of the otherâs voice, repeated through his mind- making his back arch and keen up against his hand. âMmph..! Mm..!â
Toshiâs hand soon left his mouth to instead grip fruitlessly at the sheets, one loud moan leaving him as he hit his peak- causing a surprising amount of mess over himself and his sheets. Soon he fell back against the bed, wheezing and whimpering.Â
Toshinori was.. A bit of a fragile man. He was never exactly barred from sex by his doctors, but he has been told to be careful if he ever did.Â
And, well, slow and steady works, right?
His breathing is shaky and hitched, one hand within the dakr blue locks of his lover as their foreheads rest together- the other used to steady himself as his hips moved slow, grinding up against Tensei.
He lets out a small, needy mewl; trying to hold out best he could to make it last. But, at the same time..
âTens.. Tensei, darling.. I-I need you, p-please-âÂ
Shouta pressed his back against his chair, his hips twitching with each movement to try and get more out of it. He felt the heat pool in his gut more, and he tilted his head back. He tried to bite back a moan, and he did, only for it to come out as a needy growl in the back of his throat.
With Hizashi unbuttoning his pants, Shouta wasted no time dipping under the fabric of his underwear, moving it aside to free him further and stroke along the length. The hand on his wrist moved to grip as his seat, trying to keep himself steady and not get too lost in everything. He felt the heat in his gut tightening, knowing he was closeâ
So he pulled himself free. Moving Hizashiâs hand away, he moved the papers away and sat on the desk, legs apart and his face crimson. His breath came out hot and heavy as he looked down at his fiancĂŠ with half-lidded eyes.
âAfter you pulling that stunt, I deserve more than your fingers, âZashi,â He panted lightly. âBe a good boy and fuck me.â
God damn, was Shouta breathtaking like this. Hizashi wouldâve gotten lost in it, had it not been for the sensation between his legs keeping him in reality. With his member free and getting some attention, he could barely keep down a moan of his own âAh, fuck..âÂ
The wet warmth felt great on his fingers, and the pleasure from his lovers hand was more than enough to slip another finger in. Though he didnât get to do much with it before his hand was removed, green eyes blinking behind the readers before it became very clear what Shouta was doing.Â
Hizashi shot up, the chair skidding behind him and quickly forgotten about. Oh, hell yeah- the magic words were said. The blond was quick to position himself, running his hands along his thighs before pulling them around his waist. âMy pleasure~â
If they werenât so riled up, he wouldâve taken a moment to just admire the sight of his lover like this- but they were both hot and impatient. So, he took his length- running the tip along the wet folds before lining up to the entrance; soon pushing himself in to the hilt, â..Never can get enough of this..â He huffs, face flushed but smiling. Letting out a shuddering breath, he started to move his hips- thrusting himself in without much restraint.Â
Shouta swallowed thickly before looking at Hizashi. His face was flushed, trying to keep a straight face. It was rare that he felt like this, as much as he did find the act nice, sometimes even comforting depending on how gentle Hizashi wanted to be.
As teasing as he was, he was still pretty gentle with him. Hizashi was well aware how uncommon it was for him, and never wanted to push it if the other wasnât feeling. But, clearly, this was one of those times- and he was going to soak in every drop of it he could.
Dexterous fingers slicked in and out of Shoutaâs cunt, a chuckle escaping him as the other reacted to the feeling. Hizashi loved having the privilege to get the other like this, so much more relaxed and loosened. âAnd man, is it a great thing to be able to do..â He hummed, ignoring the papers on the desk now to fully watch his fiance.Â
A gasp left him as Shoutaâs hand met the obvious tent in his pants, unable to help his hips giving a keen into his hand. âHah.. C-Caught me..â He breathed, his free hand working to try to undo his pants, to allow easier access and give some relief to the trapped length.Â
The touch only spurred him on, fingers working deeper to find the right spot to pinpoint against. Hizashi briefly wondered how long theyâd go for this time, but it wasnât too important to him right now. It was the here and now, being able to pleasure Shouta.
Anon:Â In the showers of the gym where they train, Mavis made her move, pulling Saturn into an empty stall and locking it. Immediately her body is on xirâs, hands tugging away the towels they both wore to cover themselves. In a convenient twist that only dreams offer, Mavis is already equipped with a strap, which she strokes passively as she utters filthy things close to Saturnâs head. Desperation is in her voice as she pushes Saturn against the tile wall of the shower. She kisses xem fiercely. âYou want me to fuck you, Starlight?â Her voice is playful as her hands go down below to toy with her dearest friend. She works xem before letting a few fingers slip inside. âJust gotta warm you up a bit for my cock, baby...â Indeed, the strap sheâs wearing is a bit bigger than usual, but itâs no matter. After prolonged teasing she picks Saturn up, still pressing xem to the wall as she pushes herself into xem up to the hilt. Saturnâs legs wrap around her body as she thrusts. She kisses xem again, muttering something that sounds like an âI love youâ but thatâs all that is heard before Saturn is pulled from sleep.
@sinn-dâ Wet Dreams
Heavy lids blink open, taking a moment to come to reality. Judging by the way their blanket was across the bed, xe probably incidentally used their quirk in the midst of that dream. Their thighs rub together with a groan, not even needing to put their hand down there to know they were soaked. Thankfully xe didnât work today, xe could take all the time in the world to work this off.Â
A trusty rabbit toy and their phone were what they grabbed first, letting the toy vibrate against their core as they texted the subject of their lustful dream.
âI had a dream about youâ with a bunch of emojis that probably got the message across pretty well. The phone was then promptly abandoned in the sheets next to them so they could instead focus on the toy buzzing between xir legs.Â
Living alone, Saturn was free to moan as openly as xe felt the need to, fucking themselves with the buzzing, whirring toy. It wasnât as good as the strap theyâve gotten before, but itâll do. âM-Maviis.. Haa-- ah--â They could hear their phone buzz, but it was another good moment before one hand wiped itself across the sheets so it would be dry when the device was picked up.
Blurry eyes read the message. She was cheekily asking for details, but xe figured xe could do her one better, swiping up the camera and holding it out as far as xe could to get the best angle. They even stuck out that tongue she loved so much, not once pausing the thrust of the toy. Taken pictures were promptly sent to Mavis, and once more the phone was dropped to the side. Their now free hand felt up their chest, back arching.Â
Head tilted back as the heat building in their core finally released, a loud moan sounding as their eyes clenched and entire body shuddered and spasmed. They more or less collapsed back down against the bed, fumbling with the toy to turn it off and discarded to to the side, for now.Â
Catching their breath, xe soon returned to xir phone, smiling at the response they had gotten to the photos.Â
It wasnât often Shouta was the little spoon, but he could only guess what made Hizashi get hot and bothered. Sometimes he wiggled and moved, trying to get comfortable, but when he felt Hizashi press flush against his ass, sleepiness was thwarted. He didnât mind it too much, at least. In fact, he told his fiancĂŠ to keep going if heâd please.
Soft huffs left him at each movement, pressing his ass flush against Hizashiâs hips. He felt himself getting hot and bothered, looking back at the blond over his shoulder for a moment. A shaky chuckle was breathed out at his words, and he grinded himself against him again.
A gentle gasp hitched in the erasure heroâs throat with the tug, and his face darkened as he moaned softly at the touch to his neck. He was a little embarrassed at his response, but it quickly left.
âHizashiâŚâ He keened against him, pressing his thighs together for friction. He reached behind him, trailing his hand on the otherâs hip before between them, grazing his hand across his length. âYou feel so good.. Need you. Need more.â
Hizashi had always been a bit on the sensitive side when it came to touch. So having the love of his life brush up against him like that, well- it brought out a tingling desire he had a hard time ignoring. The âokâ to keep going was all he really needed to forget any and all embarrassment about it.Â
Heâd lift his head to meet his gaze, face flushed and green eyes locked on him. A lopsided grin was given, before a shuddering gasp left him as he was grinded up against again. âFuck..â He mutters, his hips stirring that much quicker.Â
His head dipped back down, giving his neck a needy nibble- trailing up from there. The sounds that Shouta made only fueled him, his pj pants feeling tighter than ever.Â
The thrusting of hips paused, a gasp leaving the blond as his hand grazed him. âI need you too, Shouta..â Fuck it. A hand came to relieve both of them of their bottoms, pulling Shouta flush against him once it was off enough for both. He had separated the otherâs thighs enough to fit through, rubbing up directly against him now. The volume of the groans kicked up just a notch, hips returning to their rhythm but now more enjoyable than ever without the fabric barriers keeping between them.
âWere you now? Maybe other times,â He murmured as he turned back to his grading. The touch was gentle, something he appreciated. It was easy for him to deal with, easy for him to focus on the task at hand.
When his hand brushed against him between his legs, his reaction was half a jolt, and half pressing into it. Yet it was gone too fast, too fleeting, and he was quick to keep himself from pouting. He was certainly going to be slow about it, which wasnât too expected, but Shouta figured it wasnât the worst.
Of course, the slow teasing would only to so much. The more fleeting touched and grazes, the more impatient Shouta got. He was a very patient man, especially when it came to Hizashi (most of the time), but it was starting to wear thin. He thought he would be when it came down to it, his own touch never really being enough to get him off, but the other doing it certainly did something to him, and he loved it and hated it.
After a bit more teasing, the hero grabbed the blondâs hand, and put it back to his center with a huff, face reddening. âHizashi. You better do something.â
âMhm~â The grin persisted with Shoutaâs reaction to the brush. He wanted to see how long the other could deal with it, since the grading provided some distraction. He kept only just barely brushing that area, before returning to his thighs. Even once going in that direction, just to slide away further down the leg instead.
He let it go on until his hand was grabbed, unable to help a slight jolt himself. Still, Hizashi chuckled, gladly pressing his hand fully against that central zone. âGladly~â He purred, running his fingers into the fabric to find the spot he could rub circles against, his own impatience catching up to him.Â
Heâd only do that for a few moments before he moved his hand again- this time to slip under the fabric separating him from the goods. Fingertips slicked through folds, a hum passing through him âAlready got you so worked up, huh~?â The blond teased.
It didnât take long for a couple fingers to slip in, curling in to get as much as he could from their positions.Â
Hizashiâs hair was very important to him, given how he proudly displayed the long blond locks. He only let people he truly trusted have free reign to play with it as they pleased. And currently, that person was Satsuka. So here they were; her sat on the bed, and him sat on the floor between her legs, with his back to the bed.Â
They were just watching something on tv, or at least- that was the plan. But the way she carded through his hair, massaging his scalp, running through the long locks- he was putty in her hands. Eyes closed and head lolling along with her touch easily. He gave a content sigh, muttering about how good she treats him.
Well, he guesses she felt a bit teasing. Just as he says that, she gives his hair a bit of a tug. Not hard, buuuut..
Enough
A startled moan escapes him, and he immediately clasps his hand over his mouth. Itâs too late, though. He canât exactly hide anything from her. It takes a moment, but she does it again, and he still canât bite down his vocal reaction. He âthreatensâ that if she keeps doing that, heâll have to do something to her to get her back for it. Itâs not a real threat, and they both know exactly what he means. Heâs sure sheâs using her quirk, at the very least to know the desire building up in himÂ
He can hear her giggle, pretending to concede as she goes back to gently carding through the locks. Hizashiâs hesitant, but he starts to relax again- despite the neediness having started already. Then, just as he was closing his eyes- she gives his hair a bigger tug.Â
Honestly, if she blinked- she might have missed how fast he turned himself around- quickly unbuttoning her pants and taking them- and her panties- straight off. Sheâs leaned back, and his mouth goes to work between her legs. âTold you soâ was all he managed when he lifted his head briefly for air. The blond was pinpointed on the right spots, fingers working in and out of her as his tongue works her clit. He wanted to make her scream for riling him up like that, fully knowing she was doing so.Â
Anon: It's late, and he's entering the second hour of his show. It's a slow night, not as many callers. Everything seems pretty normal as he goes to commercial, but then he feels a hand on his shoulder. His chair is turned and there's Satsuka in something lacy and white and very revealing. She smiles, pressing a finger to his mouth when he tries to speak. She tells him to just 'pretend she isn't there' as she goes to the floor, crawling in front of his chair and situating under his desk, peeping up at him as she slowly undoes the front of his pants. Once thatâs done, itâs dangerously close to when the commercial break is supposed to end. But Satsuka is moving so slowly, teasing him, telling him how sweet he looks when heâs flustered. She finally frees his cock, and heâs on the last commercial before he has to go live again. As the intro of his show plays, she leans in and takes him into her hot and invitingly wet mouth. How does this go? Who knows, his alarm is going off.
@sinn-d wet dreams
Hizashi gasps when he wakes up, immediately sitting up. His hand slams on his alarm, struggling to get it to shut up so he could think.Â
Holy shit.
Did he really just have a sex dream about his friend- the same crush that he had accidentally sent a nude to the night before?
Running a hand through his hair, he groaned when he realized that, yes, he did- and he had a raging hard on from it. Admittedly, it was hot as hell- but he doubts beyond doubt that it would ever happen- even if they somehow, miraculously, got together.
..Heâs still thinking about it. Damnit!Â
Sighing, he lays back and shuts his eyes, trying to will it away- but all laying there does is bring the images back to his mind. âFuck..â This isnât going to go away on itâs own.. Groaning, he fumbled around for his lotion, and got to work on trying to satisfy his bodyâs neediness.
He laid there stroking himself, groaning softly here and there. âSuka.. shit-âÂ
Would he be able to keep his composure? Heâd probably have a shake to his voice, but maybe heâd be able to hold on until the music comes back on. His mind trails to how heâd have his hand through her hair as her head bobbed, teasing but pleasurable. Before he knows it, his back arches- and he hits a hell of a peak; mess and all.
Panting, he falls back flat against the bed. Heâll deal with the mess later- looking at the time, he really needs to shower and get ready for work.
Hopefully he doesnât pop an immediate hard on the next time he sees her..
@pervenicâ: 𤴠1 + 8,,, u know damn well who its forÂ
1. dry humping + 8. a lick on the neck.
Despite knowing each other for almost half their life, there were still new things to find- to explore, to test. One way or another, Hizashi found himself riled up- and thankfully, his fiancĂŠ was at least willing to humor him.Â
Small whimpers escape the blonde as his hips work, desperate for the fleeting friction it gave him. Since they had been spooning and this was rather spur of the moment, the two were still fully clothed. Not that that would last at the rate this was going, if he had his way, but for now it was a dry barrier.
âShit, Sho..â The blond murmurs, breath hot against his loverâs neck. âYour ass feels as good as it looks..â Yeah, dirty talk wasnât his forte when his mind was fuzzed from desire, but that didnât stop him from trying that much.Â
Hips still working to push them together, a hand moves up to run through those dark locks of Shoutaâs- both moving it out of the way, and giving just the slightest pull. With the neck exposed, his tongue trailed along it. A little test of the waters, if one would.
Kissing beyond the standard was still a pretty recent development for them. Teeni hadnât exactly been teaching him how to do it, it just sort of came naturally. Breath was hot against each other as theyâd go in for another round of tongue tango. He was so warm- not enough to be of any concern, but pleasantly so to her; she couldnât help but pull him even closer.
Eventually they needed air, lips parting merely centimeters away from each other- not wanting to go far. In all of the panting she feels her lower lip get nibbled, and involuntarily a delicate moan results. She can feel him pause, processing, even, when he lets her lip go.Â
Electric blue eyes open to look at him, the color heightened from the flushed color of her face. He asks if that was okay, and the best response she can manage is a nod. Soon enough, lips are clashing again- with a little more confidence, a little more heat- and lots more desire.Â
Her hands trail up his back, under his shirt. She can feel him shudder to the touch. Everything about him was exciting to her; and she canât help but nipple his lip both in return and to encourage him to do it again. This was new to him, and she was more than happy to teach. At some point in their tongue battling, he ends up in her lap- hips working on their own as the kissing gets heavier and more intense.Â
âF-Fuck, Shohei, d-dont sto-op-- I-..â Teeni manages between kisses, gasping and panting as she feels the heat building in her gut. Honestly, both of them were in the same boat- if they werenât careful, they didnât last very long when things got heavy. Whimpers and moans escape her as they each let their hands explore the others body, gripping and groping as hips continued to grind against each other.
Then, both halt- coming to a peak that shakes both to the core. Moans overlap each other, even with her lower lip being worked between his teeth. Their bodies tense and relax as one, relying on the other to keep from falling over. Itâs a solid few minutes of desperately catching their breath with their foreheads rested together, before Teeni finds herself giggling. He asks whatâs funny, and her reply is simple.
They were alone as they graded together, small talk here and there, sometimes snorts or disgruntled sighs when they were reading over student answers on the assignments. Sometimes Hizashi would brush against him for some contact, which was fine. Shouta knew that his fiance showed love through touch.
What he didnât expect, though, was for the hand on his thigh to start snaking closer to his hip, drawing little circles, and even dipping the slightest bit lower to between his legs. He glanced over to see Hizashi watching him from the corner of his eye and he gave a small snort.
He didnât say anything, though, looking back to the paper. No, he was going to be a little shit. If he wanted to play, he certainly could. He adjusted himself in the chair, opening his legs a little as he continued to grade. He glanced over again with a little smirk before looking back. ââŚYou can just ask. Next time, though.â
Right now, he wanted to play a little.
At first, it was just as a tease. Just to see what would happen- in his mind, he figured heâd get his hand whapped, or an unamused look and a single sentence to tell him to quit it and focus.Â
They both got something unexpected.
Hizashi blinks behind his readers- a contrast from his usual tinted glasses. He looks his fiancĂŠ's face over, confirming that he was, in fact, playing the game. The blonde couldnât help a playful smirk, gladly taking the invite to run his hand along the upper inner thigh of his lover. âWell.. I was just playing around, figuring you would just smack my hand away, or something. But, I donât mind this either~â
The pro scoots his chair just a little closer, so he wouldnât have to reach his arm so much. His hand trailed higher, just to brush across that central area, before going back to rubbing his inner thigh area. His other hand went back to grading papers, but significantly slower now that he was multitasking. Hizashi kept glancing to the other from the corner of his eyes, being a slow tease for once.Â