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

A Sneaky Touch

There were many things about himself that Shouta had never expected to discover. To be picked apart until he was staring at those old desires he'd sworn had no name for. One desire having been the thrill of being caught. The thrill of doing something wrong where another could overhear him. Could catch him with his hands quite literally down his pants. Before last year, he'd chalked it up to the idea of it merely being a fantasy. The desire to have Hizashi walk in on something like that only to join him.

To have those green eyes on him while he was twisting and turning like that. To have his husband watch as he touched himself. It had always been a nameless desire. A nameless thing he imagined to be hot. It wasn't until their first challenge that he'd realized it did indeed have a name; exhibitionism. For years he'd always flinched from the term when it was aimed his way during his youth. Back when his reserved nature had him quickly denying, deflecting and down playing the playful words of his small friend group.

It was a fantasy he had chalked up to rebelling against that reserved, shy nature of his. To do something gasp worthy to go against what he'd always been taught. And in the past year he had come to accept it. Had found it was the name to those nameless fantasies of his. It was something that, of course, he had been hesitant over fully accepting but time had shown him just how accurate it was. It, of course, had been mortifyingly embarrassing to be caught by Nemuri that day they'd left the utility room.

When he'd been told of the complaints following his phone sex with Hizashi. Embarrassing but he'd had a jolt of that electric arousal following both incidents. It had left him flushed with a frenzy that had been returned to him by Hizashi. His husband who, from the time he came to him with the request to watch, seemed to delight in using it against him. A ploy to get him off countless times with the mere twisting of his words that got him hotter than anything. To play upon it until he was riled up beyond belief.

The blonde seemed far more aroused by his wading in the exhibitionist pool than he did. Had seemed leagues more determined that afternoon to find a place for their hand at sex in a semi-public space. The blonde was holding onto his hand tightly as he ventured into pushing those boundaries and he loved it. He loved that his husband was more than willing to explore it with him whether it was exhibitionism or if it was something else. Like that shared leather kink. His interest in urethral sounding or his pet play.

The flipside of their sex life with BDSM. To know that Hizashi was even the smallest bit willing to explore these things with him meant the world to him. And yet it was the exhibitionism that truly got that fire flaming between the both of them. Hizashi had, countless times, said he never got off on the kink nor was he an exhibitionist. However, despite the denials he couldn't help doubting the blonde just a bit. While it was a playful tease between them, he was all too relieved when his husband would consider trying it.

Would scratch those desires of his when they reared their heads up in him. When Hizashi was murmuring, growling, breathlessly gasping at him the accusations that always got him hotter than anything. It didn't take very long for him to piece together, however, why the blonde did get so excited. It was made clear to him during their last challenge; voyeurism. Hizashi had accepted rather quickly that he liked to watch. That he liked it a lot. It was almost too perfect at the time; himself an exhibitionist and his husband a voyeur?

The idea was made into yet another playful joke between them that always got the blonde roaring with laughter over the irony of it all. Had himself snickering countless times. However, he had the smallest belief that beneath that voyeuristic nature of Hizashi's there was a small glimmer that liked it. Liked having sex in riskier situations than he'd ever admit out loud. It didn't make the blonde an exhibitionist or anything of the sort, but it always made it better. There was something so good about having him there.