Fifty Darker Shades of EraserMic (Shades of EraserMic #2)

Sway With Me?

The rattling strike of icy rain at the window.

Quiet whispering of lips moving together.

The edge of the counter digging into his lower back.

Shouta was absolutely euphoric. Warm. Tingles raced over his under skin when the blonde hummed softly at him as hands slid along his waist. Tightening his arms around the blonde's shoulders, he combed his fingers through the blonde locks with a gentle tug. There was a light nudge of the blonde's glasses against his cheek bone. His eyebrow. It was easy to ignore after years of having those glasses nudging him in moments like these. He'd long since grown used to them as he clung to the blonde.

The quiet brush of palms sliding over his waist was loud in the of the kitchen. Melting in with the whisper of their lips moving together with that light smack breaking out intermittently. The warmth radiating onto him from the blonde had goosebumps rising over his skin. Plucking idly at the blonde's sweater with his left hand before twisting his fingers into it. Holding onto the blonde as hands continued that slow, easy caress of his waist. God, he really could genuinely melt right into the counter behind him.

Become a puddle at this man's feet with the tenderness to the kiss. The adoration being poured into it as hands squeezed at him gently. It was the kind of kiss that had his toes curling against the floor. Softening under the sheer affection he felt in the slow caress of Hizashi's lips to his. It was a kiss that had his stomach fluttering. A kiss that was filled with a quiet underlying longing that had his breaths trembling as he moved his against the blonde's. It never failed to leave him thrumming with that excitement.

Electrified him with a sudden alertness when the blonde kissed him like this. Jolting him out of his fatigued state no matter how briefly. It had his heart happily skipping when he felt his husband shift forward to press him lightly to the counter. The warmth of his breaths fanning over his cheek only for a sigh to break them up. A rush over his cheek when he combed his fingers through his hair again. Pulling harder at the blonde locks with a silent insistence that had the blonde shivering with a quiet sound.

Earning himself a firmer press of those lips to his as he tightened his arms around his husband. Holding himself tightly against him with hands kneading at his waist. God, he loves it. The adoration bleeding into the slow kisses that had his stomach fluttering viciously. Threatening to make him sick from the reactions of those warm lips sliding against his. So, so unbearably soft as they pressed to his. Shaping to curve and mold to his own with that comfortable slide that had him sighing out softly himself.

He could kiss this man for years more and never tire of it. Dedicate hours to having those warm, soft lips on his with the tender kisses given. There was no amount of time that would allow him to breathe around that delight to have the touch of them to his. He was a damn fool for those kisses his husband could give him. Whether it was merely the act of kissing his husband or the softness to his lips. Whichever it was it never failed to keep him enthralled. Kept him coming back for more even when lips were tender.

Aching. Swollen from the harder kisses he could receive from the blonde. He tightened his arms around Hizashi's shoulders again earning him a soft hum from him. That light smack of lips moving against his sent sparks of excitement through him. Twisting into his stomach when thumbs moved to rub soothing circles into his waist. There was no better way to spend an afternoon one-on-one with his husband. When they had the hours to lose for a few moments together with just the two of them in the house.

Riding out that rush of Deja vu at the reminder of how their days used to be spent alone. Before Hitoshi and Eri had come along. It was a taste of the days they had spent curling together on the couch the second they got off work. The hours spent with not a stitch of clothing on with Hizashi holding close. The way they'd twisted and curved together no matter the spot they'd been in. The silence that always greeted them when they came home only to welcome the other. He had to admit some days he missed it.