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Light chatter from around the room fills Hitoshi's ears. He hums quietly to himself, willing away the anxiety threatening to crawl up his skin under his suit.
"You good, kid?" Shouta Aizawa's voice sounds next to him.
Hitoshi looks up from the white tablecloth, takes a deep breath and clears his throat. "I'm good," he says calmly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Aw you're such a good dad, Shouta!" Hizashi practically yells over the quiet buzz of conversations happening throughout the room. Before Shouta even has the chance to drone out a response, Hizashi continues, much quieter this time. "Or should I say dadd-"
Shouta cuts him off with a piercing glare. "Shut it, Hizashi."
Laughing quietly, Hitoshi focuses his attention back onto his hands, eyes slowly wandering to the bride and groom. Inko Midoriya smiles so brightly at her new husband. Or, Inko Toshinori now, he supposes. The happiness that the newly wed couple radiates sends butterflies fluttering through Hitoshi's stomach before being completely stamped out and replaced with an overwhelming emptiness that makes him want to vomit.
Hitoshi looks down at his hands again, trying not to look at Shouta and trying even harder not to picture Shouta holding his hands and vowing to love him forever. The knowledge that he can never marry the love of his life isn't something he thought would bother him, until they got to this damn wedding reception.
He scoots closer to Shouta, spurred on by his anxious thoughts, and twiddles his thumbs in his lap. He already feels himself slowly dropping into little space and at times like this he wishes he hadn't trained his brain to use it as an automatic coping mechanism. Hitoshi looks around the room hoping nobody notices his legs swinging back and forth.
Hitoshi bites his lip softly, shifting in his seat and fiddling with the end of the table cloth. Without notice, he shifts so close to Shouta that their arms press together. "Oops," he says in a soft voice, looking up when Shouta turns to face him. "Sorry, dadd-" he stops himself, clearing his throat. "I mean, sorry!"
Shouta raises his eyebrows at Hitoshi before looking back to a laughing Hizashi. "Looks like you guys are leaving a bit early then?" he asks with a grin.
"Looks that way." Shouta's gaze returns to Hitoshi. "I think it's about bedtime for any little boys around here."
It takes everything inside Hitoshi to not stick out his bottom lip and ask Shouta why he has to go to bed already.
"Come on, Toshi. Let's go say goodbye to the married couple, yeah?" Shouta stands and shoves his hands into his pockets as he waits for Hitoshi to follow him. Even thinking about marriage makes Hitoshi's stomach ache, but he follows anyway. "Bye Zashi," he says over his shoulder with a small wave.
After they say their goodbyes, Shouta leads the way to the exit, staying close to Hitoshi, but keeping his hands in his pockets. Cool, night air hits them when they walk outside and Hitoshi almost pushes himself against Shouta's side, but he stops himself. It takes him by surprise when Shouta pulls a hand from his pockets and wraps it around Shinsou's shoulders, pulling him tight against his side. "You did a good job in there."
Hitoshi shamelessly clings to him, holding on tightly to fight against the cold weather. And the fact that they've been forced away from cuddling all night doesn't help any. When they reach the car Hitoshi reluctantly pulls away to hop inside, remembering this time to buckle his seat belt. ( He will not let himself get in trouble for that again).
When they're in the confines of the car, Hitoshi finally looks up at Shouta. "Um, daddy," he starts softly. "A-are you upset we had to leave early? I promise I didn't mean to become little." He looks down to the floor and tries to stop any more butterflies from fluttering in his tummy. Shouta runs his fingers through purple strands soothingly until Hitoshi relaxes against the seat.
"No kitten, I'm not mad at all. I'd much rather spend time with my little one." He removes his hand to start the car and flip the heat on.
Hitoshi chases after the touch he craves. "Then why do I gotta go to bed?"
"Because it's late, baby. But since you were so good tonight we can watch a movie in bed. Does that sound fair?"
Smiling, Hitoshi nods. "Yes! Thankies, daddy!"
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Hitoshi excitedly slips his shoes off, running from the genkan into the house. He stops suddenly in the living room, his socks causing him to slide forward a few inches on the hardwood floor. On their couch, flipping through TV channels while laying upside down, is Denki. Hitoshi jumps happily. "Kiki! Guess what?"
Shouta saunters in behind Hitoshi, already tugging on the buttons of his dress shirt. "I gave you a key for emergencies, Denki."
"It was an emergency!" He defends himself as he sits up straight. "It was my and Toshi's game night! But I forgot you guys would be gone for the wedding, so I let myself in. I was actually expecting you to be a while longer.”
"We would have been," Shouta starts before patting his hand atop Hitoshi's head. "But someone was feeling little, so I decided to bring him home early." Hitoshi blushes lightly, nuzzling his head against Shouta's hand.
Denki hums. "What were you gonna tell me, nugget?" He pats his lap and gestures for Hitoshi to come and sit.
Hitoshi turns, giving a quick kiss to the palm of Shouta's hand before running over excitedly and dropping onto Denki's lap. He wraps his arms around Denki's torso and looks up with a smile.
"Daddy said we can watch a movie at bed time," he says excitedly. "Will you watch with us? What should we watch?"
As he bounces up and down, Denki smiles wide. "I don't know. Why don't you pick out the movie for us, Toshi?"
"Actually," Shouta interrupts. "Since you guys had plans anyways, can you take him to bed and put a movie in, Denki? I have some work to finish up and I'll come join you when I'm done."
Hitoshi looks at Shouta with pleading eyes. "But I wanna watch with you too. You said we could." he pouts.
"I know." Shouta places a hand on the back of Hitoshi's head and pulls him in for a soft kiss. "But you had plans with Denki. I'll come to bed in a little bit."
Hitoshi nods in understanding, turning back to Denki with a pout. "Can I still pick the movie?"
"Of course, little one." Denki smiles.
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Hitoshi hums when he feels Denki pull him close and wrap a hand around his waist, spooning him from behind. "You okay, nugget?"
Hitoshi whines and chews on his sippy cup, eyes drifting away from the screen. "Don't wanna go to bed without daddy." he pouts, pulling his stuffie closer to his chest.
"Aw, I know. But it's late and little nuggets have a bedtime," Denki says, burying his face into the back of Hitoshi's hair. "You don't wanna cuddle and sleep with me?"
Hitoshi drops his sippy cup on the floor loudly and crosses his arms without answering.
"Sounds like someone wants a little attention," Denki chuckles. "Is that why you're acting out? Or are you just grumpy and sleepy?"
Flipping himself over, Hitoshi faces Denki. "I don't want big Kiki," he grumbles before looking up into yellow eyes. "Want little Kiki instead."
Denki smiles. "Sorry. I told Sho I'd watch you."
"Little Kiki would stay up with me," he whines. "I'll even let you cuddle Zawa." Hitoshi pushes his stuffed cat against Denki's chest. "We can play." He looks up with his best pair of puppy dog eyes.
"You're such a sweet boy, Toshi."
He nods his head, turning to snatch his sippy from the floor and put it to Denki's lips. "I'll share my milky with you too!" He bites back a cute little smile when Denki starts to fidget, playing with the paws on Zawa. "Please, Kiki?"
"We can't. Dadd– I- I mean Sho said–"
"Daddy said what?" Hitoshi cuts him off, letting the sippy cup fall against the bed.
Denki nibbles on his lip squeezing Zawa tighter against himself. "Daddy said to watch you," he says softly.
While Hitoshi mindlessly plays with the hem of Denki's shirt, he nods along. "Yeah but we'll be good. Just wan play a lil bit."
"It's late. We aren't s'posed to get outta bed," Denki whispers, quickly glancing at the door as if Shouta would walk in at any moment.
Hitoshi lets his fingers slip under Denki's shirt, brushing them gently across his skin. "We don't gotta. We can play in bed." He intertwines his other hand with Denki's and nuzzles their foreheads together. "Missed you, Kiki."
Denki giggles softly. "Missed you too," he says happily, his free hand gently teasing the top of Hitoshi's pajama pants. "We gotta be quiet though. Daddy will get super duper mad."
Nodding, Hitoshi slings his leg over Denki's and brings their hips together. Both boys gasp quietly when their dicks lightly touch. Hitoshi's fingertips trail up and brush against one of Denki's nipples. "You like when Daddy touches you here," he says.
"Mhmm," Denki breathes. He squeezes Zawa closer to his chest as he circles a finger around the tip of the tent in Hitoshi's pants. A moan gets caught in Denki's throat when Hitoshi very lightly pinches his nipple. "T-toshi," Denki whispers before slowly pushing his hips forward.
Hitoshi lets out a whine, his own hips bucking to meet Denki's. It only takes a second for them to find a rhythm. It isn't long before Denki is clinging to Zawa while Hitoshi clutches the front of Denki's shirt. Their hips rock back and forth desperately as they try to keep their moans down.
"Toshi," Denki whines. "Close."
"M-me too," breathes Hitoshi.
A deep voice cuts through the quiet room, stopping their movement almost immediately. "I don't remember giving either of you permission to touch each other."
Hitoshi pulls himself away from Denki quickly. "Hi daddy," he smiles innocently.
Shouta raises a brow, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the frame of the door. "Don't gimme that innocent face. Let's go, kitten."
Denki sits up. "What about me?" He pouts.
"Well," Shouta starts. "From the looks of it, you two can't follow rules tonight, so you're being separated."
It's silent as Hitoshi pulls himself from the blankets. "G'night Kiki," Hitoshi says softly.
Shouta walks over and gives Denki a soft kiss on the forehead. "Twenty lines tomorrow got it?" Denki nods. Shouta places a blanket over him. "Good night Kit Kat."
"Night," Denki calls back.
When they get into Shouta's room, Hitoshi crawls into the bed. "How many lines do I have to write?" He asks softly.
"None." Shouta answers firmly, finally removing the dress shirt he's had on all night. "You're going to write a paragraph explaining to me why you broke a rule."
"Yes daddy," Hitoshi says. "I‐I'm sorry."
As soon as Shouta's down to just a pair of boxers, he slides into bed next to Hitoshi. "Worry about that tomorrow," he says softly. Shouta places kisses across the back of Hitoshi's neck. "For now, it's bedtime, little one."
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The sound of chirping birds slowly pulls Hitoshi from his sleep. Instead of opening his eyes, he turns, shoving his face into Shouta's chest. Hitoshi lays like that and ignores the world for a while longer, until he feels fingers brush through his hair.
"Morning," Shouta rasps.
Hitoshi yawns but doesn't open his eyes or move his head from the warmth of Shouta's chest. "Morning, Sho."
They wrap their arms around each other, content with the cozy environment they've created under the covers. Shouta stretches out one of his legs and peeks an eye open when he hears a sleepy groan. "What was that?" He asks as he pokes at it again with his big toe.
"Denks climbed into the bed a few hours ago," Hitoshi replies.
Shouta huffs out a tired laugh. "Figures."
Neither of them makes a move to get up. They stay intertwined together with Denki at their feet. The quiet morning sounds keep them relaxed while the sun just barely peeks through the closed blinds. Shouta's hand continues to comb through Hitoshi's hair while Hitoshi presses tired kisses to Shouta's chest. "Do we gotta get up today?" Hitoshi asks.
"M'afraid so," Shouta replies with a tired voice. "We have shopping to do today."
Hitoshi clings to Shouta a little tighter. "Just a little longer though," he nuzzles against Shouta.
As Hitoshi begins to wake up more, he can't help but think about last night again. Who needs marriage anyways? It's just a piece of paper right? He knows he probably shouldn't say anything. Just shove it away because it isn't important. But he can't stop himself. "Hey, Shouta?" Hitoshi asks. "Do you think marriage is important?"
Shouta blinks his eyes open and looks at Hitoshi. "Why do you ask?"
Hitoshi shrugs, trying to play it off like he doesn't actually care. "Last night had me thinking about it. Would you ever get married?"
"Well," Shouta starts, placing his chin atop Hitoshi's head. "If you wanted to get married then I would. But we'd have to get your adoption annulled."
The thought almost makes Hitoshi feel nauseous. Forfeiting his adoption feels like abandonment all over again and that's the stupidest thought he's ever had because it's just throwing away one piece of paper and signing a new one. Either way, they're legally bound together, right? Hitoshi tells himself that. He really doesn't need anything to change, he was perfectly content until last night. Because wouldn't a wedding be nice? Wouldn't it be great to proclaim their love in front of everyone? But of course they can't.
"I guess it wouldn't work anyways," Hitoshi sighs. "I mean, who'd come to a wedding where the grooms used to be father and son?" He chuckles a bit and then his face flattens into something serious. "And you'd probably lose your job as a teacher."
"Fuck all of that. It's got nothing to do with it," Shouta scoffs. "I just know those adoption papers are the most important thing to you."
Those words have a smile tugging at Hitoshi's lips. "Well, second favorite thing," he notes before leaning up to catch Shouta's lips in a deep kiss. When he pulls away Shouta is pulling him back in, pressing their lips against one another again. A tongue slides between Hitoshi's lips and another wave of calmness washes over him. They share quiet, deep morning kisses until Hitoshi is sliding his hand into thick black hair and moaning against Shouta's lips.
Finally, Shouta moves away, grinning as he places a kiss to Hitoshi's forehead. "Alright, we better get up."
"What?" Hitoshi protests when Shouta gets out of bed. "Shouta," he whines as he sits up.
"If I do recall," Shouta begins as he pulls a pair of sweatpants on. "I think one of us already had a little fun last night. And someone has a paragraph to write today," Shouta cups Hitoshi's jaw. "Isn't that right, kitten?"
Hitoshi wants to protest how easily his mind starts to shrink at Shouta's words alone. But he lets it happen, quickly falling into the headspace he so badly wants to spend his day in. Shouta's thumb gently caresses Hitoshi's cheek. "Will you be a good boy today?"
Biting his lip, Hitoshi nods. "Yes daddy, I'll be good."
Shouta smiles and leans down, pressing one more soft kiss to Hitoshi's lips before he's moving to softly ruffle Denki's hair. "Hey, kit kat, wake up."
Denki yawns before stretching his arms above his head and nuzzling into Shouta's hand. "Morning," he grumbles.
He makes his way to the bedroom door. "I'm gonna go start some coffee. You boys get dressed."
"Yes sir," Hitoshi says excitedly while Denki just nods in his sleepy state.
"Little space this early in the morning?" Denki rolls onto his back.
Hitoshi jumps out of bed, attempting to drag Denki with him. "That just means we have more time to play!"
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"Did you two finish writing?" Shouta asks, glancing behind him as he stirs eggs in a pan.
Denki waves his paper in the air. "I just finished my lines! Can I go play now?"
"Go put it on my desk. Yes, you can play until breakfast is ready. Kitten?" He turns his attention to Hitoshi as Denki runs out of the kitchen.
Hitoshi nods. "I'm done." He looks at the paper. He knew Shouta would read it. So why did he write that he was sad they couldn't get married? He just wanted a little bit of attention because his silly little brain knew it would make him feel better in the moment.
"You can go put it on my desk and play with Denki, breakfast will be ready soon."
He hops from his chair and puts the paper on Shouta's desk. It's fine. They'll just talk about it later, it had to come up sooner or later, right?
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At the mall Hitoshi and Denki stop in front of every toy store, begging to go in until Shouta finally relents. They were only supposed to pick out one toy each, that was the whole point of this shopping trip. But they're both carrying three bags before Shouta decides they have to make their way to the exit.
Hitoshi and Denki linger just behind Shouta, holding hands, (because the buddy system helps when your little brain gets distracted by everything) and discussing their new toys. When they pass by a store with wedding dresses and tuxedos in the window, Hitoshi can't help but stop. He stares at the different tuxedos, wondering which one would look best on his daddy. "Toshi?" Denki asks. "We're gonna get lost if we don't follow daddy."
Looking through the window for a second longer, Hitoshi nods and turns to walk again just as Shouta grabs his other hand. "What are you two doing?" He asks. "Hold daddy's hand so you don't get lost."
"Sorry daddy," they say in unison. As they make their way to the exit, Denki leans over to Hitoshi. "Hey Toshi, why were ya looking at those fancy suits?"
Hitoshi side eyes Shouta before leaning a little closer to Denki. "I just, um," he squeezes Denki's hand a little. "I've been thinking about marriage and stuff," he whispers.
Denki gasps quietly. "Do you think maybe one day you and daddy will get married?" There's a layer of excitement in his tone and it makes Hitoshi want to cry a little.
He shakes his head no, glancing at Shouta again to make sure he's not listening. "We can't…" he trails off, looking at Denki with tears brimming his eyes. "Daddy would lose his job and my adoption would have to be, um, a-anul? Annulled? I can't remember the word daddy said. It would go away."
"What are you two little one's whispering about?" Shouta asks, glancing at them.
Hitoshi blinks his tears away and looks at Shouta. "Um," he starts but Denki interrupts. "We were wondering if we could get some ice cream," Denki pleads with puppy dog eyes. "Please?"
Hitoshi nods in agreement. "Pretty please daddy?"
Shouta hums, a little grin on his face. "I guess you boys were very good for daddy today. We can get ice cream."
"Yay!" They both cheer in excitement. Hitoshi squeezes Denki's hand again and whispers, "thank you."
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By the time they're walking through the front door of the house Hitoshi is giggling. Him and Denki are playing with the matching dinosaurs they bought as Hitoshi finishes off his baby sized ice cream cone, his tears long forgotten for now. As soon as they're inside, the two boys are plopping onto the floor and starting to play even more.
Hitoshi makes his pterodactyl fly around Denki's triceratops before landing it into the back of one of his toy trucks.
" Hey," Shouta pats Hitoshi on the shoulder. "Can you come talk with me for a minute?" Both boys look up at Shouta before he ruffles Denki's hair. "Just for a few minutes kit kat, we'll be right back."
Denki nods. "Okay daddy, hurry back Toshi!"
Hitoshi stands up and as he follows Shouta to their bedroom, his brain starts to return to his actual age. "Is everything okay?" He asks once the door is closed.
"Hitoshi, how badly do you wanna get married?" Shouta prods.
The question hits Hitoshi like a ton of bricks and at first he doesn't know how to reply because he just doesn't know what to say to that. He isn't prepared.
"And I'm serious," Shouta adds. "If you need time to come back from your head space that's fine, but we need to talk about this."
Hitoshi nods. "I'm good, but why are you bringing this up?"
"I heard you and Denki whispering earlier. You two are horrible at talking quietly," Shouta deadpans.
Hitoshi feels a little nauseous. God he sounded so pathetic earlier, almost crying over something so dumb.
The silence between them is heavy and Hitoshi still doesn't know what to say. Shouta starts again. "I read your paragraph before we left today and if marriage is important to you why didn't you bring it up sooner? Do you not trust me?"
"Of course I do!" Hitoshi exclaims. "I just, I hadn't really thought about it at all until last night, ya know?" He admits. "And I know it's stupid because who cares if we can't get married, but I just couldn't stop thinking about it."
"Hitoshi." Shouta closes some distance between them. "It's not about whether we can or we can't get married. Because if you want to, we will." Staring into each other's eyes, Shouta grabs Hitoshi by the hand. "And don't think that I haven't thought about it either," he adds softly.
His other hand trails down to Hitoshi's hip, thumb moving in slow circles against his skin. Hitoshi's legs are jello below him. Hearing that makes him want to bury his head against Shouta's neck and squeeze him in a tight hug. "You've thought about it?" Hitoshi's fingers find their way into Shouta's hair.
"Are you kidding? You're the most important person in my life."
Hitoshi swears he might cry as he pulls Shouta's forehead against his. "I love you so much, Shouta." Neither of them bother to fight their smiles as they press their lips together softly.
"You don't have to worry," Shouta mumbles against Hitoshi's lips. "No matter what, marriage or not, you're stuck with me forever." He pulls Hitoshi flush against him and wraps his arms around him.
It's warm and comforting and Hitoshi can't help but hum when he lays his head on Shouta's chest. He grins because proclaiming their love in front of everyone is nothing compared to soft "I love you's" shared behind closed doors in the comfort of each other's arms. "I'm holding you to that." Hitoshi nuzzles his nose against Shouta's neck before placing a kiss there. "And if it's okay with you, I think I'll keep my adoption papers."
Shouta nods, laying a kiss against the side of Hitoshi's head. "Fine by me. Just means I get to keep being your daddy." he whispers into Hitoshi's ear, sending goosebumps up and down Hitoshi's arms. "And I'm lucky to have such a good boy."
Hitoshi can feel Shouta pulling their bodies tighter together. His free hand tugs at one of the belt loops on Shouta's jeans. "Yeah? I'm a good boy?"
The hand Shouta has on Hitoshi's hip slides up his shirt and over his soft skin. "Such a good boy, kitten." The words make it hard for Hitoshi to stay big. "You deserve a reward."
"If you keep talking like that," Hitoshi warns, "I'm gonna slip."
Shouta pushes Hitoshi backwards towards the bed. "Then do it." he tilts Hitoshi's head up. "Be my baby boy for me."
That's all it takes. Six words and the way Shouta's laying him against the bed. Hitoshi nibbles at his bottom lip, his hand dropping from Shouta's hair to feel at the abs below his shirt. "Shirt off, daddy."
"Someone's being a little demanding," quips Shouta. He pushes Hitoshi's shirt up so his chest is on display and softly thumbs over his nipples. "Making me rethink your reward, kitten."
Hitoshi pouts. "I'm sorry daddy! I'll be good."
"Good." Shouta peels Hitoshi's shirt off him completely. "Because I'm gonna make you forget about everything outside of this room. I'll be the only thing on your mind."
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Next thing Hitoshi knows he's whining, his hips bucking up for more as Shouta pushes two fingers in and out. With heavy breaths, Hitoshi clutches the blankets under him. "Daddy," he moans.
"So good, Kitten," Shouta says. He laps his tongue around his fingers in Hitoshi's entrance. "Putting on a pretty little show for me with your legs spread like this."
"O-oh, fuc–" Hitoshi cuts himself off before he lets a bad word slip, but it's too late. "Touch my dick, daddy, please," he begs.
Shouta smirks and glides his tongue from Hitoshi's hole up to his chest. "That's not a word for little kittens, baby."
His brain is swimming too fast, pleasure boiling up from his toes to his brain. He can barely comprehend what he's saying. "S-sorry," he pants. "Need daddy to touch me, please?"
"I'll forgive you," Shouta says, lips ghosting over Hitoshi's neck. "But only because you look so pretty for me." With those words, he crooks his fingers, hitting just the right spot and Hitoshi keens.
His back arches and Hitoshi just barely fucks himself on Shouta's fingers. "Daddy, daddy more please."
Shouta barely contains a growl. "Fuck you're perfect." He begins pushing a third finger next to the other two. "Tell daddy what you want." His fingers curl up again.
Hitoshi wants to bite his lip and shove his arms over his face but all he can do is squeeze his eyes shut as his hips move on their own. "Inside daddy, please. Need you," he cries.
Shouta opens his mouth to speak, but before he can Denki barges into the room. His lip is pushed out into a pout and he stomps his foot. "I knew you guys were playing without me!" he huffs. "That isn't fair, daddy! You said you guys were just talking."
Hitoshi whines when Shouta's movements stop. He tries to keep moving against his fingers but he's distracted by Denki. "I'm sorry kit kat." Shouta motions for Denki to come closer. When he does, Shouta runs a hand through his blonde hair. "We just got a little carried away. I bet kitten wouldn't mind if you joined us. Right?"
Instead of answering, Hitoshi just reaches for Denki, making grabby hands and whining as he starts to roll his hips again. "Come play Kiki." he bites his lip. "Please?" he intertwines his fingers with Denki's, pulling him closer. Shouta pulls his fingers from Hitoshi and leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips.
Shouta grabs Denki's other hand and pulls him onto the bed. "Kit kat, I want you to take your clothes off and lay next to Hitoshi. I've got a reward for both of you for being so well behaved at the mall today." He says before pushing himself off the bed to undress himself.
The boys look at each other and giggle. "Yes sir," Denki says as he peels off his shirt.
While Denki takes his clothes off, Hitoshi plays with the ends of his blonde hair. "Sorry we started without you," Hitoshi murmurs. "M'glad you're here."
Denki lays next to Hitoshi when he's finished and traces his fingers up and down Hitoshi's arm "It's okay," he mumbles before leaning over to kiss him on the lips. "I was just lonely." he pouts.
Suddenly, there's large hands smoothing over both of their soft bellies. "No more being lonely. Daddy's gonna take care of you." Gently, Shouta pinches Denki's nipple between his fingers while his other hand travels down between Hitoshi's legs again. He circles his fingers around the rim just as he pulls a little harder on Denki's nipple.
They moan together and Denki is reaching for Hitoshi's hand. As they scoot closer to each other, whines fill the room. "More," Denki begs.
"Need you," Hitoshi mewls.
Shouta sits back on his knees. "Come here," he says to Denki. He positions Denki in front of himself, making him hover over Hitoshi so Shouta has a beautiful few of both of their asses. "Perfect."
Hitoshi looks up at Denki, hands intertwining as the blonde leans down for a kiss. Hitoshi moans when Denki's tongue slides across his lips and then Denki's pulling away with a whine, his legs shaking as Shouta pushes a lubed up finger inside. Next, Hitoshi feels something thick against his hole. As it slides inside him, he keens, trying to keep his body against the bed.
There's a deep moan from behind them. Shouta reaches his hand across Denki's back to card into his hair. He pushes Denki's face closer to Hitoshi. "Kiss again." he demands. His fingers dip deeper inside Denki. "Put on a show for me, little ones."
Hitoshi's back arches, now. Having Shouta's hips flush with his ass is making him lose it. He wants to beg for more but his brain can't find the words to say. So instead he listens to Shouta and leans up to pull Denki into a small kiss. And then another. And soon their tongues are sloppily swirling around one another as they whine into each other's mouth.
"Shit," Shouta curses. He snaps his hips twice into Hitoshi, making him gasp in surprise. "Pretty little boys." He leans down, spreading Denki's hole with two fingers and spits directly into it.
Hitoshi's hips finally start to move on their own when Shouta slips a third finger inside Denki and reels his hips back. He fucks them with the same brutal pace, Denki with his fingers and Hitoshi with his dick.
The boys break their kiss, hands clenching each other tightly in the sheets above Hitoshi's head. "Daddy," Hitoshi mewls. He can't see Shouta but he can feel his skin against his own. Can feel Denki's cock rubbing against his own as the boy above him gets finger fucked at the same brutal pace as himself and it's too much. Hitoshi's mouth drops open in a loud high pitched moan and as soon as it does Denki is locking their lips together again.
The world disappears. The only thing Hitoshi knows is his daddy and his best friend, both above him. Touching him. His eyes are closed and when he opens them, everything looks hazy. It isn't until he feels a sudden shock run through his body that his eyes snap open.
"Oh, d-daddy, m-gonna–" is all Denki gets out before Shouta smirks.
"Go ahead and come for me, kit kat."
Denki sends another volt of electricity through them as he clenches his eyes shut. His mouth hangs open and his entire body is moving back and forth on Shouta's fingers. The electricity pulses through Hitoshi's body, causing his cock to leak on his abdomen. He groans and Denki practically collapses over him, burying his face into Hitoshi's neck. "Toshi, daddy," he mumbles. "So good."
Hitoshi lets his head fall back on the bed, crying out now that Shouta focuses all his attention on him. Shouta's hips are relentless in their pace, fucking into Hitoshi with quick thrusts. "Holy shit, kitten," Shouta breathes. "You're taking me so well." He grabs onto Hitoshi's thigh, other hand rubbing soothing circles on Denki's back. "Baby, daddy's not gonna last."
Suddenly, Denki's softly kissing Hitoshi's neck, his hips just barely humping his cock against Hitoshi's. "You feelin' good, Toshi?" Denki barely murmurs.
The room around him melts away and there's something pooling inside Hitoshi's stomach. "I–" Hitoshi starts, but he can't form a single thought after that. His hips are snapping up to meet Shouta's and it makes Denki's dick rub against his even more.
"Come for me, kitten, so daddy can fill you up like you deserve."
Those words are the last push over the edge he needs. His hips stop in the air, Shouta's sharp thrusts bouncing his body up and down as he splashes cum across his and Denki's abdomen. Hitoshi's body is stiff, back arched up, hole clenching around Shouta and he lets out a long, high pitched moan before finally relaxing against the bed.
"That's it," Shouta pets both boys on the head. His hands gently run through strands of their hair as he continues to ram into Hitoshi. "Took your rewards so well," he moans. "Make daddy feel so fucking good."
Hitoshi's body is still moving back up and down on the bed while Shouta rails him. His dick is starting to burn with every movement against Denki's and it feels too good. He's on the edge of over stimulation. "Inside me," he pleads. "Wan'a be full."
Their eyes meet and Shouta groans deeply. "Dirty little boy." his hips pump in and out over and over as he releases inside of Hitoshi. He doesn't stop until Hitoshi is barely awake on the bed. Overstimulation forces tears down Hitoshi's cheeks while his body starts moving on it's own, looking for more friction.
"I don't think so, kitten." Shouta puts a hand on Hitoshi's hips to hold him still. "That's enough for now." He begins to slide himself out with a groan. "Could stay in you all day though. That's how amazing you feel."
Between them, Denki whines quietly. "Daddy, wha about me?" He looks up at Shouta.
"Don't worry, you get your reward in a little bit. After nap time." He soothes a hand down Denki's back while the blonde nods, laying his head back onto Hitoshi's chest. Shouta cups Hitoshi's cheek and leans down for a kiss. "Get some rest while I clean you two up. Then the three of us can watch a movie."
The two nod, curling up together despite the mess between them. Denki hums, laying more kisses across Hitoshi's collar bone. "We got such a good daddy," Denki thinks aloud. Hitoshi nods in agreement.
"Daddy?" Hitoshi calls quietly when Shouta's on his way towards the bathroom.
"Yeah kitten?"
"That's four dollars in the swear jar."
Shouta laughs quietly and looks backnat Hitoshi. Denki's nodding along with Hitoshi. "Four dollars," Denki adds.
"Alright," Shouta huffs. "I'll add it right now."
The two smile at each other and settle into the bed, giggling amongst themselves until Shouta comes back in.
Once they're clean, Shouta shuffles in behind Hitoshi. He keeps one arm wrapped around Hitoshi's waist. The other is slipped between the bed and Hitoshi's neck, stretched out to caress Denki's cheek.
With a kiss to his temple, Hitoshi leans against Shouta's chest and the three of them stay like that until they're drifting to sleep.