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

Drink Every Drop

Watersports! This chapter centers around piss drinking specifically! But this chapter won't be for everyone and that's one hundred percent okay so please skip it if you don't like that type of thing! Just keep that in mind before reading! Until we meet again ❤️

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"You- I'm fucking sorry, could you please say that to me again?"

Hizashi flinched at the incredulousness to his husband's voice. Strained on a higher note as he leaned against the right arm rest of the couch as his legs stretched out before him. Tangled together with Shouta's. Dark eyes widened at him with that taken aback expression as the book in his hands wobbled. Dipping before landing in his husband's lap as he felt heat rush up to his cheeks. Burning. "You know, you really don't have to look at me like that, Shouta! You act like it's the weirdest thing we've done or something!"

"It is one of the weirdest ones we've done so far! The professor and student roleplay is normal compared to that! Even you can't deny that it's fucking weird, Zashi!" Pinching his lips together, the black-haired man sighed then as he shifted forward away from his backwards lean. Adjusting his position as his book was closed then placed onto the table. "Can you just explain what about this is interesting to you? Explain it all to me again?"

"I can't- I don't know why it's interesting but I want to, like, try it? To know if it's something I'd be interested in? I mean, I know omorashi doesn't exactly connect into, um, drinking piss but it's like I want to try? I saw it online and I just- I don't know! I figured why the fuck not? Besides, you didn't say anything when I wrote it down! It's weird, I know it is, but I want to try at least once, you know? To cross it off as, like, something we've done? But if you don't want to then I can forget about it! We'll just-"

"Ah-ah! You're babbling, Zashi!" Snapping his mouth shut with a click of his teeth, he shifted his own sitting position forward with his fingers wrapping around his phone. Squeezing it between his hands when his husband sighed out with hands reaching out to rest on his knees with a squeeze. "I'm not judging you, Zashi. Not at all and I don't want you to feel upset but you gotta admit this came out of nowhere for me. The act itself is fucking weird but you wanting to try isn't, okay? I want that to be clear."

"That's crystal clear for me." This was going better than he expected. Much better. When he had gone into this, he had half expected his husband to shoot it down without a second thought to it. The heat in his cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of that blush when he squeezed his phone again causing the plastic to creak. "I didn't mean to just, like, throw this at you! I just- I mean, I wasn't thinking when I said it, you know? But it's been on mind for a little while, but I really wanted to do the swing with you!"

Hands squeezed his knees before moving to grabbing at his wrists with thumbs stroking over the backs of his hand. "If it's been on your mind for a while then how long have you known you wanted to do it? You know you didn't have to hold off on my account for saying something. Isn't the whole point of this challenge and the previous to try new things? To try and explore those things that are unconventional or weird together? This is fucking weird but if you want to try it, I'm not going to judge you. So how long?"

"Sho, I really haven't-!"

"How. Long. I'm not going to repeat myself and do this back and forth with you all afternoon long. How long have you been thinking about this, Zashi?" Hands squeezed at his wrists in what he knew was to convey that comfort. To relax the stiff set to his shoulders. Release his chokehold he had on his phone as the plastic of his case groaned lightly from the tight grip, he had on it. "I'm not going to rip your throat out if you tell me, okay? Take your time to figure it out, okay? No rush. I'm not going anywhere."