Invisible Leash

Who is Present Mic

Everyone knew Present Mic.

From his loud boisterous voice over the radio on Fridays, his enthusiastic display of talent when speaking another language when teaching English, right down to his quick-witted remarks as he faced a villain in combat.

Yes, the people, his adoring fans, knew Present Mic very well...but not a single one has ever heard of Yamada Hizashi.

Hisashi was a completely different genre compared to Mic. Present Mic was the remix while Hizashi was the original. On his off hours, he did not party in nightclubs until dawn. He was not the Playboy picking up fling after fling like the media seems to think he does. He definitely wasn't the airheaded dumb blond a lot of people think he is when channeling his hero persona.

No. Present Mic was for the streets, a character to play and be the face of his brand. Hisashi however was for privacy. A dutiful father and loving husband.

He was far quieter at home, hair down and pulled into a low ponytail, red-framed glasses hanging off the edge of his nose, hearing aids on full display as he's dressed for comfort and not style. If not grading papers or other forms of work, he can be found lazing about the house nose-deep in a thick book, tending to his impressive garden, or composing a softer tone of music that is published under a false pseudonym.

Yep. No one knew Yamada Hisashi. Not his likes, hobbies, theories...

Or how he'd gladly switch out a good book for his husband's equally thick cock.
(What? You had to know this was coming. I'm a degenerate.)

Now Hizashi didn't have a high sex drive, but his cat-loving, sleep-enthusiastic, hobo-looking husband did. And Hizashi lived to please every one of his lover's desires.

From role-play to Shibari, to almost getting caught and hidden cameras for watching later, Hizashi was always willing and waiting. Shouta Aizawa need left him wanting for not. Yamada always came out of there sessions taken care of and well rested while laying against Shouta's chest.

Today was no different. The kids were out of the house, a sleepover with their friends, leaving Hizashi on his own. Sadly Shouta was also away, called out for last minute patrolling. But that didn't mean their playtime was canceled.
An almost silent moan escapes Hizashi's lip as he falls to his knees next to the couch, a book he was reading long forgotten, when another strong pulsing vibration from deep within his body leaves him weak.

"Shouta..." he moans, tone thick with lust. He clumsily pulls off his glasses to rub his face with one hand, the other firmly clenched around his swelling cock. "Mmmn..." he moans again, eyes fluttering shut, his voice turning soft and playful.

"Shouta..." he breathes, eyes opening to stare directly up at the camera, hand slowing down. "You're making me wet." He closes his eyes once more after the statement, his head tilting back as he adds a little more pressure to his hand. Hizashi bites back a loud whimper when the vibrations cease.

"Being so mean to me today. Are they upsetting you kitten, giving you more work instead of letting you come home to me?" he suddenly says, turning his head to the side to look at where one of their hidden cameras are in the living room, a smile on his face.
"Then you should punish them for me." he purrs, smiling as he feels the pulsing return. "If only they knew I was being good and naughty for you. Oh, if they only knew..." This time he closes his eyes completely, spreading his legs ever so slightly, hand now pumping his cock at a steady pace.

"Just imagine it, Shouta. Me with my mouth full of a dildo. Or having my ass filled with a plug. Mmmm. Playing with myself for you." he moans, the vibrations getting stronger, his hand picking up the pace.