After a series of unfortunate events took place in the family's life, one person has been ripped away from them. Now it is Jay's mission to find his husband whom he hurt so much.
Will he manage to find Notch again? Or is he forever lost to the unfo...
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We were on our way home, holding hands. Hero's state changed a lot more than expected, the therapy helped a lot. He was significantly calmer and more collected, taking his time with things. Also for once he was unarmed, not even having his knife. We had been at a nice little hotel a free hours away from our home in a small village. There had been a ton of fresh air and big, free fields for Hero to gather himself, and frankly, it looks like this is exactly what he needed. What did however bother me is that Hero got medications that I didn't agree to. They were basic, yellow pills with small white balls inside. Usually that's ADHS medication, but for some reason they used it on Hero. He got much more tired from it, sluggish even. This wasn't anything good, so I had a small talk with Hero about this. Turns out, he despises them too. So we decided together that he'll only take them when we deem it necessary, for example if he falls back into his insanity. Since then he's been okay tho. I was really glad about that, so I tried not to think about the medication. We finally approached the house and I got out my keys, unlocking the front door. Opening it, I allowed Hero to enter first. He thanked me and headed inside, looking around. Everything was oddly... Empty. No one was around, at least it didn't seem to be the case. Eventually I spotted a note on the table and picked it up. Nightys' handwriting was on it, mentioning that they headed over to Pietro's for a bit to gather information. I hummed slightly, turning to Hero. "They're at Pietro's place.", I explained, noticing his confused look. He nodded and went to our room to put our bags down. I watched, biting my lip as he went up the stairs. We did some exercises before we left, so he had changed into an attire in which he could move better, since it had a lot to do with sports. Which resulted in it being a tight tank top and even tighter leggings. He doesn't own cake, he owns the entire bakery. Tempted, I followed him. We were alone, so that was more than just fitting. We went into our room and I locked the door behind us. Hero didn't notice, putting the bags onto the bed. He started unpacking, putting our clothes back into the wardrobe. I watched and helped a bit so we'd be done quicker. Hero frowned after a while and looked for something in his bag, bending down for that. I smirked before going up to him and gently rubbing his lower back. Hero immediately went bright red, shooting up. He turned to me, staring at me. I giggled and kissed his cheek. "W-What are you planning?", Hero stuttered, embarrassed. Without explaining I slid the bag to the side. "Turn around~", I purred. Hero raised an eyebrow, but did so. In a bit of surprise he squeaked when I pinned him onto the bed, his hands next to his head. I palmed him through his pants, hearing him let out a soft mewl. He gripped the sheets a bit, tense. "Why so tense?~ We're all alone, you should've expected this~", I whispered. Hero bit his lip before letting out a gasp when I pushed my hand into the front of his pants and rubbed his tip. I could feel him start to press his back against my chest, growing more and more needy. Amused I pulled down his pants, crouching down behind him. Hero glanced over shyly before yelping a bit when I pushed a finger into him. Mewling when I moved it, he arched his back slightly. I loved that sight. Not only did his back look gorgeous when arched, his entire position was insanely submissive now. I was almost tempted on getting a taste of that cake, however decided that I was too impatient for that. Adding a second finger, I stretched him out a bit. Small moans escaped him, and his grip tightened on the sheets. I kept that up for a while until he let out soft pants, tightening up. I pulled my fingers out before he could release, making him let out a low whine. "N-Not fair...!", he complained, looking over to me. I snickered and got up, freeing my member. "Wanna complain some more?~", I purred. He bit his lip before shaking his head. Amused I pinned him down again, lining myself up with his entrance. Hero waited, staying quiet and obedient, expecting me to slide in gently like usual. I didn't. With a hard thrust I went all the way in. Hero tensed up quite a lot, letting out a yell of surprise. I giggled and watched him let out sharp breaths, trying to calm down. I pulled back a bit before slamming back into him, making him let out a loud moan, clearly enjoying it. I continued like that, going rougher with each thrust. All that pent up frustration from the search and therapy wanted out, so I didn't hold back. Hero seemed to love this side of me. He pushed his back against my chest, pushing his hips closer to mine so I could hit his spot, which I soon managed. I put one of my arms around his neck and started choking him a bit, curious what his reaction might be. Hero gasped and trembled a bit. At first I got really worried before he suddenly tightened up around my member, forcing me to release. A bit surprised and out of breath I looked at Hero, noticing that he did release as soon as I had him in that chokehold. A small chuckle escaped me. "Do you have a choking kink, or are you just a masochist that loves being scared?~", I teased. Hero shrugged, not entirely sure himself. I hummed and pulled out of him, giving him a surprisingly strong spank. Hero let out a small mewl, much to my shock. Spanking and choking? Well that's a mix I don't remember existing before. Unless he suppressed it until we got him therapy. I giggled and dressed him again after getting dressed myself, cleaning up the mess we made. Hero sunk onto the bed, trying to relax. Once I was done I laid down and pulled him on top of me. He sunk into my chest, relaxing a bit better. Kissing his head, I relaxed and let out a cheerful hum. It was good to be home.
