Fifty Shades of EraserMic (Shades of EraserMic #1)

Cuffed

Their anniversary, the weekend that followed, was one of the best things Hizashi could have ever done. He had watched Shouta, a stoic, surly and grumpy man positively glow; his cheeks holding spots of that beloved pink color on his cheeks and his eyes were bright, sparkling no matter how he tried to hide it. Surprisingly enough he slipped up quite a few times with a smile or smirk. Especially at work.

He hadn't seen his husband glow so much since the night he spanked him the first time. Nemuri pestered him about his anniversary, about the weekend following, yet he didn't give a thing away and he could even see Yagi questioning Shouta quietly across the staff room. All week long his husband glowed, smiled, and those dark eyes always held a look of adoration when they were alone. He was damn proud of himself that he had managed to do something so good for Shouta.

He was allowed to kiss, nuzzle, coax and hold the man when they were at home far more often than before to which he delighted in when he felt those arms wrapping around him in return. He had made his husband happy- no, he made him euphorically happy and he was thriving off the fact he'd managed to make the black-haired man that happy. Of course, not all happiness lingers. While he knew the class was in awe, shock at how happy Shouta appeared there was still problems.

While it was off putting, they burst to life halfway through the beginning of this week; fights, training, frustrating conversations and grading eventually took their hold on Shouta. It would for any teacher. As a father, a pro-hero and a teacher, it naturally took a toll on Shouta to which he tried his best to help with but of course he needed to give space when Shouta's words became biting and sharp like usual.

He was a touch sad that that euphoric happiness didn't linger as long as he wanted but he understood it. His husband was tired, he was frustrated, and touches often made it worse depending on his mood so Hizashi put a little space with the touching, the kissing, and how loud he was around him. He cuddled Shouta when he demanded it, nuzzling his throat when he wanted it, and he twisted together with the black-haired man when he needed it or wanted it.

His husband, however, was getting high-strung this week; it was only Wednesday and the man was strung tighter than a bow to which Hizashi didn't like. He didn't like it at all. Since the weekend of last week, the week after their anniversary, Shouta never lingered long in the bedroom, their sex life reduced to quick hand jobs or blowjobs, but he could see that longing in those dark eyes when they rolled over to go to bed.

When he tried tentatively offering more or if Shouta wanted more, the man would snap and bite that they couldn't, that they were busy, and so he would let it rest. It was only today, on the hottest day of the week that just so happened to be a Thursday, Hizashi had a plan. Shouta had taken Eri, Hitoshi and Denki to a lake to swim in for the afternoon then claiming to stop at the first restaurant they found to which Hizashi didn't have a problem with.

In fact, he encouraged it. He would go next time. He gave those classic excuses; paper work, grading, the cats. Anything and everything to make it seem like he had a far busier day today than any other day when they got out of work and Eri had been bouncing with the excitement as they got ready fairly quick. With a kiss goodbye, that hand sliding from his own, he had wished them fun at the lake to which he got a grumble from Shouta and then they were gone.

He hadn't quite been lying as he did have to grade essays for Monday but he had four whole days to do that yet he needed to be home. He had to be home. With Shouta so squirmy when it came to touches lately, he had a brilliant idea that lined up with the list they had made; handcuffs. But not just any handcuffs, no, he had specifically hunted down a website that made quirk dampening items and he had chosen a rather nice pair of handcuffs that he would happily wear for his husband.