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

What About Another?

Shouta was always content in their marriage. He was content that Hizashi would be the only man he knew of during sex. It was a touch cliché when he thought of it; that Hizashi, his husband, was his one and only. He'd never had another man inside of him outside of Hizashi. He'd given a few hand jobs in college back during their breakup. He'd given a singular blowjob to someone else. All while he'd been tipsier than he liked to admit being when he did such things, but he never let them touch him back.

Even if he got hard from it, he refused to let another touch him. It left Hizashi being the only one to touch him sexually. He never saw much of a problem with that line of thinking; if anything, he could admit to himself that it made it all the better for him. Knowing that Hizashi was his one and only. He'd never seen romance in waiting until marriage and he certainly didn't think sex had to wait until marriage. If anything, their relationship proved he didn't care for the theory and ideation of waiting until marriage.

He'd been old enough to know he wanted Hizashi, and he'd been old enough to act on those urges of his. There was perhaps a bit of romanticism to it that Hizashi was the only one to touch him like that. It was perhaps a bit romance novel-esque but he didn't see it. He didn't' find anything romantic about wanting Hizashi to be the only one to touch him like that. Perhaps that made him a bit apathetic or perhaps even blind to it, but he didn't see much romance behind it. More like practicality when he thought about it.

Why would he have people he didn't want to touch him? He'd only ever wanted Hizashi, even in his drunken state when he'd given a few hand jobs. A blowjob once. He refused to sleep around when at the time his heart ached for Hizashi who was struggling with his alcoholism. He would never see the romance behind it, but he could see that it was rather aweing. That Hizashi truly was his one and only; the only man he'd let touch him. The only man he'd let fuck him like that. Hizashi was the only man he wanted like that.

And it was a sentiment that was shared with his husband. He could see it in the way that those green eyes landed on him. When they stared at him with such desire, awe and lust when they were having sex. Feel it in the way his hands slid and caressed over his body with all the silent praise in the world making itself all too abundant. And he felt absolutely blessed each time he had sex with Hizashi. Each time they were making love rather than going for a rough pounding. He could always feel it no matter the tempo.

Whether it was a rough fucking or that sweet, tender lovemaking. He was cherished. He was the only one that held that flame for the blonde. A flame that, just like their love, needed work. Time. Dedication. It was so easy to feed that attraction, that arousal, he held for his husband when it came so naturally to him. Hizashi had aged beautifully over the years with those long blonde locks being his pride and joy. His husband filled out in his slim physique and quiet strength. There was no life where he didn't want Hizashi like that.

No existence where he wouldn't lust, desire, need and want him sexually. Romantically. Even platonically. He needed Hizashi more than he would ever need another man. And maybe that was romantic, maybe it was foolish, but he could find it endearing. He could find it sweet to know that he was the only man that Hizashi would want when he had a world of options. An absolute ocean and array of boys that he could have fallen for in high school it was him that Hizashi chose. And he chose Hizashi in response.

What a cliché love story that his husband delighted in telling whenever he could. The tale of high school sweethearts. It had him rolling his eyes when he heard Hizashi babbling on about it, but he had to admit it was a soft spot for him. It had him smiling to hear the blonde chattering on so happily about the both of them. About their start. Hizashi being the only man he wanted, he'd never seen a need to look elsewhere. He'd dare say it was a close competition with Oboro back when he'd held his fascination and respect.