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Shouta inhaled deeply, a crisp air filled the rink, the chilling bringing him a familiar clarity. The ice was smooth and perfectly stretched before him, a blank canvas waiting for him to paint it. He tightened the laces of his skates, and stepped onto the icy surface. The familiar sensation of gliding across the rink brought a smile to his face.
Each movement was a deliberate choice, a choice made with control and grace. His arms moving with fluidity as he worked his way into a spin. He continued with his routine, for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of his skates carving up the ice.
It wasn’t until he finished his routine and skated to the boards that he noticed Hizashi watching from the stands. His husband was wearing his hockey gear, leaning casually on the railing.
The contrast between them was almost laughable, Shouta’s thin and streamline frame paired with Hizashi’s bulky broad-shoulders.
“Don’t you have a game to catch?” Shouta asked, removing his gloves before bending down to unlace his skates.
Hizashi grinned, his voice warm. “And miss watching you? No way!”
Shouta shook his head, “Come on, let's go before Nemuri eats you alive for missing warm ups.”
Together they made their way out of the practice rink and over to the hockey wing. There they split off, Shouta heading for the stands while Hizashi made his way over to the dressing rooms.
“Hey,” Shouta called out, Hizashi paused, turning back around to his husband. “Go kick some ass out there, Sunshine.”
“You got it babe,” Hizashi grinned widely before blowing him an obnoxious kiss. Humouring his husband, Shouta pretends to catch it before heading over to the stands, settling down in his chosen seat.
It was the most important game of the year, they made it to the finals and were now facing off against a team called “The League”. Everyone on the ice was full of electric energy, keyed up and ready to pounce on each other at a moment's notice. Even the crowd was full of energy, Shouta knew this energy was only going to hype up the players even more. And he was correct.
As soon as the puck hit the ice, the crowd was roaring. Hizashi’s team scored 3 goals within the first three minutes of the game. Shouta cheered with the crowd, louder than any of them, proud to be supporting his husband. Their team was going strong, scoring goal after goal after goal. Putting up a powerful attack, until The League switched up their strategy and started playing hard offence, quickly scoring two goals.
Watching the puck go back and forth kept the crowd on the edge of their seats. Shouta loved games like this, when the score was neck and neck, a game so close no one knew what side would win.
By the time halftime rolled around the crowd managed to get even louder. Cheering on the players, but Shouta only had his eyes on one player. Watching Hizashi glide across the ice with such smooth agile movements caused a heat to build up in Shouta’s chest, making him squirm in his seat with excitement.
They had been in the middle of halftime when a small group had gathered near one corner. There was some sort of argument breaking out between the two teams, Shouta didn’t know what was happening but next thing he knew one member of The League threw a punch, hitting Hizashi’s teammate Nemuri square in her jaw. Shouta kept an eager eye watching as Hizashi skated across the rink from one end to the other with a powerful force. As soon as Hizashi got close enough, he swung a punch at the other guy's face. Shouta winced, he could almost feel how hard that punch was.
Hizashi and the other guy continued to throw punches at each other, the other guy landing a nasty right hook on Hizashi’s mouth. The ref was quick to make their way over to break it up. Hizashi turned his head towards the crowd, searching for something.
Once Hizashi saw Shouta, he made direct eye-contact grinning a bright smile with blood smeared on his lips. One look at Hizashi and Shouta got so hard he swore his blood pressure dropped. He wanted nothing more than to pin Hizashi down and lick that blood off of his lips before sucking him dry.
Discreetly taking off his jacket to cover up his rapidly growing problem Shouta attempted to keep watching the game to distract himself but Shouta couldn’t keep his eyes off Hizashi, which was only making his problem worse. It was hard to keep his body in check when his dick was the one thinking.
The game finished with Hizashi’s team winning by one point and Shouta quickly made his way through the crowd and made his way towards their car in the underground parking. He is extremely thankful for how dimly lit the parking area is. Hizashi soon meeting him there, his hair was wet with sweat. As soon as he was close enough, Shouta pinned him up against the car.
Hizashi sighed happily as Shouta brought his hands up to Hizashi’s face to inspect the damage, his lip was split and the outer corner started to turn purple already. Not too much damage and no more blood anymore, sadly.
“Why did they have to punch your mouth, I like your mouth,” Shouta pouted.
“Don’t worry babe,” Hizashi said, his lip moving up into a smirk, “I can still use my mouth just fine.”
Shouta rolled his eyes at that comment alone, “good. I have plans for you.” He said lewdly.
Hizashi groaned as Shouta started placing kisses along his neck and behind his ear. Hizashi let his eyes slip closed, enjoying the sensation of his husband's lips sucking a hickey right on his neck that made his knees weak.
Hizashi’s hips lifted in an attempt to grind up against Shouta. Shouta pushed Hizashi’s hips back up against the car, slowly pulling away.
“Get in the car, Sunshine,” Shouta whispered against Hizashi’s lips, “I am about to blow your mind.”
Shouta quickly made his way to the passenger side as Hizashi got in on the drivers side. As soon as they were both settled down, Shouta quickly got to work unzipping Hizashi’s pants, a tent already forming in Hizashi’s boxers.
Shouta tugged at the boxers, pulling them down with the help of Hizashi. He wrapped his hand gently around Hizashi’s dick and admired the sound his husband made. Leaning down Shouta tongued at the head of Hizashi’s dick until he got his first taste of precum that was leaking from the tip. Hizashi groaned, attempting to thrust up, only to be held down by Shouta’s strong arms.
Shouta pulled away, ignoring Hizashi’s whimpers of protest, “Not so fast Sunshine, you forget who is in charge here.”
Shouta began his descent back down Hizashi’s dick. First he paid special attention to the head, suckling and licking on it, hitting all the spots he knew Hizashi was sensitive in. Shouta swallowed down making Hizashi let out a breathy sigh. Shouta moaned around the mouthful of cock, the vibrations causing Hizashi to jerk his hips again.
Shouta pulled off, pressing open mouthed kisses down the side of Hizashi’s cock before bringing his mouth back down over the head. Shouta slipped Hizashi’s cock back into his mouth with ease, not moving but simply just enjoying the feeling of the weight against his tongue. Shouta took a deep breath through his nose and sank down until the entire length was down his throat. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. He continued like that, a mix of bobbing his head up and down then pausing to suck only to continue the relentless pattern all over again.
He eventually pulled off, his lips coated in spit and precum. He glanced up to look at the beautiful image of his husband. Hizashi had his head tossed back leaning against the headrest, his neck exposed. He was so hot, Shouta doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have this dreamboat of a man beneath him, at his mercy. Hizashi could have chosen anyone, but he chose Shouta.
Shouta wiped the spit away from his mouth, his voice hoarse, “Sunshine, baby, I want you to fuck my mouth but I do not want you to cum. Can you be a good boy for daddy?”
Hizashi nodded in understanding, bringing a hand up to Shouta’s hair, tightening his fingers in Shouta’s hair. He tugged harshly pushing Shouta back down on his dick. The small moans Hizashi was making were now replaced with a continuous stream of words, unable to keep himself quiet.
Hizashi jerked his hips, “fuck babe, your mouth is so good, thank you.”
The sound of wet slurping and moans filled the car. Shouta moaned around Hizashi’s dick, knowing how much his husband enjoyed the vibrations. Hizashi pulled Shouta’s head down, guiding his head with every thrust Hizashi made upwards. Shouta came up for a breath of air only to be pushed back down. Hizashi used his grip to shove him down, forcing Shouta to take all of him the best he could.
Shouta gagged, his throat spasming as he attempted to breath through it the best he could, eyes welling up with tears and drool was slipping down his lips. This feeling was one of his favourite parts of sucking his husbands dick. Something about gagging down his husband felt so dirty, and so hot.
Hizashi held Shouta down as he thrusted up into his mouth a few times, touching the back of his throat every time before eventually letting him up for air. Shouta gasped when he was released, choking on air before going straight back down to sucking on Hizashi with a level of possession and greed.
“Oh my god, your mouth is just so good, thank you daddy, thank you,” Hizashi slurred nonsensically when Shouta took him down again, somehow going deeper than before. Hizashi held him down, fucking up into his mouth with such greed. Shouta felt the tell tale sign of the twitching at the base of Hizashi’s dick, indicating he wasn’t going to last much longer. Shouta sucked at the head, without any mercy. The moans sounded like they were being punched out of Hizashi.
“Oh fuck daddy, thank you. You suck me so well, you’re amazing.” Hizashi babbled as Shouta licked along a vein directly under the top. Shouta could feel how close Hizashi was, he brought a hand to the base and started to jack Hizashi off while sucking near the tip.
“Fuck daddy, I’m going to cum, can I come,” Hizashi groaned throwing his head back. Shouta decided that was the perfect time to pull off, “no daddy, please, let me cum.”
Shouta kissed his way up to Hizashi’s ear, “Sunshine, you get the choice, you can either cum now and be done, or we can head back home and I will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
Hizashi’s mind was buzzing, he was so hard he almost couldn’t see, he moaned helplessly at Shouta’s words, “fuck me daddy, please?”
“Good boy, you even remembered your manners,” Shouta panted against his ear, flicking his thumb over the head of Hizashi’s dick, causing his hips to jerk violently. “Now drive us home, Sunshine.”