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When I walk into our bedroom after telling the kiddos goodnight, I'm surprised to see that Shouta's still awake. He's sitting cross-legged on the bed, hunched over his phone. The small screen lights up his scruffy face.
He lifts his head to look at me, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hey."
I smile back, feeling my eyebrows turn up in confusion. "Hey, what are you doing up?"
He's always asleep when I come in this late, and oftentimes when it's still early.
He briefly holds up his phone. "You made the news."
I pause in the middle of unbuttoning my shirt. "Really? What for?"
Shouta's smile spreads to both sides of his mouth, and he looks down at his phone again to read: "'Present Mic Performs Parking Lot Concert.'"
My heart sinks to my gut as my eyes widen with horror. It can't be. The place was deserted. I was the only one there.
His smile only grows as he keeps reading: "'Local hero, UA teacher, and radio host Present Mic put on quite a show today. He pulled into Sukiya late this afternoon, ordered a beef bowl, and then passionately sang along to 1970's rock hits in his car. His impromptu concert went on for forty minutes. Witnesses say a few songs brought the hero to tears. He-'"
"Okay, that's enough of that." I hold up both hands as I interrupt, my face burning.
Did he say witnesses? As in more than one? This is a nightmare...
Shouta looks up from his phone, one eyebrow raised. "Is this what you do every time I have therapy?"
"I- No. I mean... sometimes." I rub the back of my warm neck. "Look, I've had a long week, okay? You know how singing helps me de-stress."
He gives a slow nod, still smiling.
I sigh and ignore him, looking down to finish unbuttoning my shirt. I've had a few embarrassing moments in my hero career, but this one is going to haunt me. I just know it.
"Zash,"
"What?" I avoid looking at him, instead turning to toss my shirt in the hamper.
Why do the media care so much about other people's business anyway? What ever happened to respect for privacy?
"I can think of another way for you to de-stress."
This gets my attention. I look over to see that Shouta has moved to the end of the bed, his smile all but faded. The look in his eye has changed, saying more than words ever could.
I approach him, returning his hint of a smile. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
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He hooks his fingers in my belt and pulls me closer. Now he looks up at me, his eye half-lidded as he unbuckles it. He unzips my jeans and touches me through my briefs before he withdraws his hand and stands up an inch away from me.
His warm, minty breath tickles my face as I see him whisper, "for what it's worth, I like your singing."
Shouta plants his mouth firmly on mine. His stubble prickles against my chin as he sucks my lower lip between his teeth. A wave of pleasure tingles down my spine. My briefs are starting to feel tight. He lifts up my undershirt, only breaking away to pull it over my head. Now his mouth gravitates back to mine, and he slips his tongue inside. He likes to kiss slowly. Thankfully, his hands move a bit faster than his lips as he pulls down my pants and strokes my hard cock. It throbs against his skillful fingers, and I moan into his mouth. At this, he pulls away abruptly, his eye wide as it meets mine. I'm confused for a second before he darts over and locks the door.
He breathes an exasperated sigh as he re-approaches me. "Sorry, not a habit yet."
I smile. "No worries."
He smiles too as he puts a hand on my chest and shoves me roughly onto the bed. I scoot back, and he hops up, straddling my shins. Now he bends down and licks the pre-cum off my cock, his tongue delightfully warm.
My head falls back. "I think... I might sing in the car... more often."
Shouta says nothing. He just swirls his tongue around my slit before pulling away. I lift my head to see that he's taking off his shirt, revealing chiseled abs and bright green chest-binding tape. One hand propping me upright, I reach forward with my other, feeling his toned muscles flex as he leans forward and kisses me. He pushes me onto my back, his long hair tickling my ears. He teases my painfully hard cock with one finger while his mouth stays locked onto mine, licking, sucking, biting. I'm so immersed in his intense affection that I don't even notice when he takes off his boxers. I just feel warm discharge drip onto my cock, followed by the wonderful pressure of it sliding into his vagina.
I moan again, and he sighs, his breath grazing my chin. He rocks his hips forward, his slippery vulva clenching around my cock. His kisses migrate down my neck, and intense waves of pleasure ripple through me, all the way down my legs. His lips stop just below my collarbone, and I feel a sharp pain when he sucks, his teeth grazing my skin as he leaves his mark. Now he sits upright, sweat glistening on his bare torso. His breath quickens as he rocks his hips faster, harder. My body goes rigid. It's almost too much. I'm right on the edge of cumming when he stops, looking down at me with a teasing smirk. I thrust into him, pleading, and he pulls back, his smirk widening.
Short of breath, his lips form the words, "Patience, Yamada."
The problem is, I have none. I reach down and stroke Shouta's erect t-dick, prompting his hips to move again. He gasps and complies, eye closing as he slowly thrusts. His toned legs tighten around my hips. He braces his hands on my shoulders and leans down to kiss me. His stubble once again scratches my face... and now slides down my cheek as his body goes limp.
"Did you-?" I start to ask, before realizing that his t-dick is still hard against my pinned-down hand. Also, he's not moving.
He didn't cum; he fell asleep, leaving me in a bit of an awkward position.
"Shouta?" I pull my arm out from under him and nudge his shoulder.
He snores softly, and I feel like laughing. I can't imagine very many couples have this problem. He's not going to wake up easily, so I roll him off of me and pull out. I draw the covers up over him, and now go into the bathroom to finish up. I cum too quickly to orgasm.