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Aizawa x mic

Hizashi walked on silent feet to his husband's office. He had been keeping himself to himself all day; writing music in his soundproof studio, but he was stuck on a particular chord sequence. He'd listened to his song so many times he almost scrapped the piece completely.

He'd gone over it so many times his ears ached, and his head pounded. He felt frustrated. His skin buzzing like it was coated in angry bees. He was angry at himself and he just needed his partner. He needed his Dom.

He knocked on Shouta's office door, slightly taken aback by the silence behind the wooden door. Hizashi's life was full of music, loud noises and sounds and he hated the quiet. But Shouta required absolute silence when he worked.

"Come in." Shouta's tired voice came from the other side of the door. Hizashi pushed it open and stepped inside. The room smelt of acrylic paint, despite the fact that the window was open, the scent wouldn't leave.

A large painting of a rain forest was drying on an easel; dark greens blended with browns and blacks, and the longer Hizashi looked the more he saw. A brown and orange snake looped itself around a branch in the right-hand corner and in the centre, two yellow glowing eyes revealed a black leopard, crouching low and ready to pounce.

"That's beautiful Shou'."

"I fucked up the leopard's eyes." Shouta mumbled. "I might throw it out."

"What no!" Hizashi exclaimed. Shouta grunted, the smooth slide of graphite against paper filling the room as he sketched. "Is it for your exhibit?"

"No. All of that is done." Shouta said. "This is for the mantle."

"Oh." Hizashi said. "What are you drawing now?"

"Something to go the opposite side." Shouta said. He twisted his chair slightly to let Hizashi step closer. There was a large sketch of a cockatoo.

"Me and you?"

"It's our home, isn't it? And you know I suck at people." Shouta said. Hizashi bent his knees, slowly moving to straddle his husband. "Pet, I'm working."

"You've been working all day." Hizashi groaned, nuzzling into Shouta' neck, brushing his lips against his pulse point. "And I've been good."

"Have you?"

"Yes Master, I left you alone, and I entertained myself."

"Did you touch yourself?"

"No Master. Not without your permission." Hizashi said, nipping Shouta's jaw. Shouta had spent the early hours of the morning lazily fingering Hizashi open. Luring him into the belief that he was going to be fucked senseless, only to be plugged and sent on his way. "I need you. Please Master."

"Do you? Why?" Shouta stroked down Hizashi's side with one hand as he continued to sketch.

"I'm frustrated." Hizashi said. "Angry. I need to left go. Please Master, please."

"I need to finish this sketch." Shouta said.

"I can stay here. I'll be quiet."

"You can stay then, as long as you're absolutely silent." Shouta said, kissing his cheek. Hizashi continued to mouth at Shouta's neck as his husband continued to draw. He rocked his hips against Shouta's as his cock began to harden.

Hizashi licked a stripe up Shouta's neck before sucking hard. Shouta grunted as Hizashi thrust his hips. He could feel Shouta's own erection pressing against his own. Shouta moved suddenly, grabbing Hizashi's groin, squeezing the growing bulge in his pants.

Hizashi cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, resting his head on his husband's shoulder. Shouta laughed.

"I thought you said you'd be quiet?"