Diary of [Shoyo Hinata.]

twenty five.

It's their 1st anniversary since they've been married! It's a huge celebration —probably second biggest after the wedding— but I digress, Bokuto got them the presidential suite which lord knows was half a paycheck but it was well worth the money, especially for the huge, round mirror on the ceiling right above the bed. It's no wonder why he got this room, he wanted to make Hinata embarrassed, but Hinata had to admit it was so erotic to see himself in such a way —covered in a sheen of sweat, drool running down his face with Bokuto between his legs eating him out like he had been starved since childhood. Hinata would like to look away, act like he's just so outdone by the fact he has to look at himself but the other part of him wants more, to see himself completely fall apart in Bokuto's hands then see those same hands build him back up again. His cock is red and dripping precum with every twist of his lovers tongue. He wants to scream, he wants to cry but all he can do is wither underneath him, this- this man's tongue should be illegal for how easily it makes him into a mess. Bokuto twists his tongue one more time and Hinata swears he both blacks out and sees white because next thing you know, he's cumming all over his stomach and screaming. Best anniversary ever.