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

If The Boot Fits

Trembling, shaking breaths being taken.

The quiet sound of a whine being muffled.

The thud as the paddle slipped off the bed's edge.

There was nothing Hizashi loved more than a good BDSM scene. It was a sentiment that he knew for a fact that his husband shared with him. There was just something so enthralling and exciting about sitting down with his bright eyed husband with the idea of a scene in mind. Writing a script together that quickly filled out the pages of a document of theirs. In having the black-haired man curled into his side as they went over a scene, what it would detail, what it would give both of them and preferences for the both of them.

What they wanted to include and what they wanted to do without. It made him regretful that they hadn't jumped into the BDSM pool sooner but like his husband always said there'd be more in the future. More chances at having a scene. That there was no set date for starting and no "too late" to the party when it came to BDSM. If anything, now that they were far more open with their communication? The communication they worked on for years to build? The communication established with their first challenge?

He was sure that had they started in their younger years that it would have spooked his husband away. It would have left them with a rift that would be impossible to mend properly. With how reserved his husband was back then, BDSM would have been a non-starter. It would have driven Shouta into a shell that would take him years to work him out of. If anything, he was more than happy to start their BDSM life the way they had last year. There was nothing he loved more than to know that his husband trusted him like that.

To recall the nights, he'd had his husband on his knees with that dreamy look to his dark eyes. How the black-haired man melted in his hands like putty as he let himself be carried away in the rhythm of a scene. How his husband looked at him with such trust it left his chest aching long after the scene had ended with the man curled into his chest. There was nothing he loved more than knowing he was itching a scratch for both him and Shouta. That the black-haired man trusted him enough to do this with him.

It was a trust that was necessary to maintain a BDSM relationship because without trust there would be no functioning relationship. It would be nothing short of abuse. From what he had learned in his two years of assuming his role of a Dominant it was that trust truly meant everything. It was needed for a submissive to truly enjoy a scene. Trust was the very foundation that they simply couldn't do without. And Shouta showed him each time that collar went on that he trusted him. When those dark eyes locked onto him.

When hands reached out and held onto him or when he was sprawling out it was there. That trust. It was there when his husband openly told him what he wanted from the scene without so much as a flinch. When his husband was open about what he wanted and how he wanted it. There was something so exciting about planning it all out in such meticulous detail that there was no stone unturned. When the image was laid clear for him to bring into reality for his husband. To give Shouta exactly what he wanted.

A desire he held both before their scenes and after it during their usual sex. When it came to their planning it was often days in advance. Days spent teasing, toying, and trying to pull from the other just what they wanted from the scene. To pick it apart from what they wanted to say down to what they wanted to wear. It was absolutely meticulous with room to nitpick it apart. It was by far his favorite thing when it came to the BDSM scene with them. Knowing how eager, how excited, his husband got for it.

The spark it put in those dark eyes as they danced around one another as Shouta teased him. Setting the mood for their scene which was a playful game they'd come up with together. A game where it mattered how Shouta acted and would lead to the tone of the scene. Reward or punishment? It was anyone's guess on how Shouta would act with him which is what made it so exciting. The black-haired man seemed to thrive off of that game system of theirs each time he mentioned doing a scene. It was his favorite game.