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Soft lips kissed his neck as Shouta slowly opened his eyes. The soft morning sun hit his face and he could feel Hizashi's warm body next to him. Shouta groaned, pushing his face further down in his pillows.
"Happy anniversary, babe," Hizashi whispered against Shouta's chin. He reached up to brush the hair out of Shouta's sleepy face, kissing his cheek.
"Too early," Shouta said, his words muffled by the pillow.
A small laugh escaped Hizashi. He studied his sleeping husband who still had his faced burrowed in the pillow, and smiled. His hair had started to turn grey a few years back, the lighter strands standing out against his black hair. It added to Shouta's already shabby look, but Hizashi loved it. It suited him, he thought to himself.
"You're staring," Shouta noted.
"How can I not stare when I married the most beautiful man ever," Hizashi smiled. "Twenty years and you're still as handsome as ever."
"Twenty years and you're still as cheesy as ever," Shouta grumbled back but his mouth twitched upwards into a slight smile, making his skin wrinkle up a little around his eyes.
Another chuckle escaped Hizashi's lips. He leaned in to steal a kiss as he cupped Shouta's face. In return, strong arms embraced him as Shouta chased his lips, kissing back sleepily. Hizashi let out a content sigh, pulling his husband closer.
"You really are beautiful. Time has been quite nice to you, old man," Hizashi said.
"We're the same age," Shouta pointed out.
"And somehow you still managed to look this sexy." Hizashi captured Shouta's lips again. Familiar hands trailed down his chest, feeling every scar and mark from years of work.
A soft moan escaped Shouta in between kisses, sleepiness replaced by an urgent feeling deep in his chest. Hizashi's hands roamed lower and lower until they reached his boxer. Shouta pressed his body into the touch as the hands moving down to the front, palming his cock which was already twitching with interest.
Then the hands wandered away again, up his sides to the hem of his boxer. Slim fingers hooked behind the elastic, slowly dragging them down. Hizashi placed soft kisses down Shouta's chest, abdomen and thigh as the boxer slipped off the stump on his right leg.
"Still with me?" Hizashi brushed his thumb carefully over the stump.
"Barely. Keep going," Shouta breathed out.
Hizashi smiled, bending down to place a careful kiss just above the amputation. Then he moved up Shouta's body again, capturing his lips again in a long, slow kiss. He could feel his own dick eagerly pressing against his boxers.
Shouta seemed to get impatient and he flipped them over so he lay on top of Hizashi, making quick work of his underwear.
"Eager," Hizashi said, half-laughing.
"Twenty years, Yamada. Get used to it," Shouta muffles against his skin. "Now shut up and lie still." Then he disappeared under the duvet.
Hizashi let out a gasp as Shouta took the tip of his cock in his mouth. All he could see was a moving blob underneath the duvet, as Shouta sucked him off. He could feel the skilled tongue working all over him, swirling around the head, up and down the underside, sucking at his balls. Almost three decades of being together had made Shouta an expert on how to drive Hizashi crazy, just by the use of his mouth.
Shouta continued working his mouth and Hizashi lost himself in the sensation of the wetness moving up and down his cock relentlessly. It wouldn't have been long until he couldn't have taken it anymore, so he tapped Shouta head to get his attention.
"Get up here,"Hizashi said, still catching his breath.
Shouta popped his head out of the duvet, looking quite smug with himself. "Missed me?"
"Show-off," Hizashi murmured, pulling Shouta into another kiss, tasting himself on the other man, before he flipped them over again. A surprised gasped escaped Shouta.
"My turn," Hizashi said, already reaching for the lube from the small drawer in the nightstand, the same place it had been for the past 20 years.
Shouta settle back, looking up at his husband through hooded eyes. "Took you long enough."
"Patience, old man," Hizashi laughed against his thigh, kissing it a few times before lubing up his fingers. He trailed a finger slowly down Shouta's perineum before circling his hole.
A chokes back moan escaped Shouta as a finger was carefully pushed inside, working him open. His until-now neglected cock twitched at the stimulation, a drop leaking out from the tip before slowly running down the side.
Hizashi locked eyes with Shouta before sticking out his tongue, licking up the drop slowly. At the same time he added a second finger and Shouta let out a lewd groan. Hizashi took the whole cock in his mouth, sinking all the way down to the base and Shouta was completely gone. He threw his head back against the pillow, reduced to a moaning mess.
"Fuck– Hizashi–" Shouta could barely get out. "Fu– Please, I–"
Skilled fingers moved inside as Shouta as Hizashi's mouth bobbed up and down his cock. Hizashi's tongue piercing dragged up and down the underside, driving Shouta crazy.
"Yes– ngh," Shouta pratically shouted as Hizashi crooked his fingers at just the right spot. His back ached up from the mattress, chasing the pleasure as the fingers inside him kept on working. The sweet pressure inside him kept building as his hips kept on moving thrusting into Hizashi's mouth as he fucked himself on his fingers. The pressure kept building and building until he couldn't hold it anymore.
"Zashi–" He moaned out as his body released and he came inside Hizashi's mouth. His body shaking with pleasure as he rode out his orgasm. Hizashi, who still had his mouth around Shouta's cock, make a chocking sound as he swallowed around Shouta. He popped off the cock licking the cum that had escaped his mouth off his chin.
The fingers were pulled out of him and Shouta let out a small wine at the sensation.
"Look at you," Hizashi said, pressing a kiss to Shouta's hip as he caught his breath. Then, quieter, moving up his body: "Think you've got one more in you?"
Shouta gave a small nod in response, too out of breath to say anything.
Hizashi laced their fingers together as he positioned himself between Shouta's legs, making sure his right leg was comfortable. Their foreheads rested against each other as the tip of his cock pressed against Shouta's hole, slowly sinking in. Shouta's mouth fell open as soft sounds escaped. Hizashi grunted at the tightness around him. Shouta's legs found their place around Hizashi as their bodies started to move together in a slow, unrushed pace.
Hizashi captured Shouta's lips again, moaning softly into the kiss as Shouta licked into his mouth. Their tongues rolled over each other, re-exploring what was already so familiar.
They fell into a slow rhythm like they had so many times before. Their hips met again and again as hands roamed over every inch of skin, mapping it out, memorizing every curve of every muscle for the millionth time.
"I love you," Hizashi whispered quietly into Shouta's ear. "Twenty years and still–" He trailed off, a wave of emotions crashing over him.
Shouta looked up into his eyes, understanding settling between them. "I know," He said quietly. "Me too."
Hizashi kissed him again, but it barely qualified as one — mostly open mouths and shared breath, slow and unhurried despite everything. Shouta's fingers curled into his hair, holding him close, foreheads pressed together in the spaces between. Every so often their lips would catch properly, soft and lingering, before parting again into quiet breathing. Hizashi could feel Shouta's heartbeat against his own chest, both of them moving at the same unhurried pace, like there was nowhere else either of them needed to be. It wasn't elegant, but it was a closeness only twenty years could give. A lifetime distilled into one quiet moment where two bodies connected.
"Zashi," Shouta moaned out against Hizashi's shoulder. He had grab onto his husband's back and biceps, holding on tight as if it was the only thing grounding him as he felt the pressure building up inside him.
Hizashi's condition wasn't much better as he was panting softly into Shouta's ear, trying to keep up their study rhythm.
"Pleas–" Shouta moaned out, barely able to form coherent sentences. "Zashi , Zashi." The pressure buildup inside him was almost too much to handle.
"Sho," Hizashi breathed into Shouta's ear. With a particularly deep thrust, Hizashi could feel Shouta tighten around him as he came for the second time. His back arched beautifully as he came across his abdomen as waves of pleasure washed over him and.
The pure sight of Shouta was enough to send Hizashi over the edge as well. With a few more thrusts, he could feel the familiar release wash over him as he came inside his husband, filling him up. He pulled out shortly after, cum dripping out of Shouta's hole as he collapsed beside him on the bed.
For a while, neither men moved, too lost in the afterglow to do anything. Eventually, Hizashi's breath evened out and he turned to look at Shouta.
"We should do that more often," Hizashi mumbled into Shouta's hair after a while.
Shouta snorted. "We literally did that last week."
"Exactly. Not often enough," Hizashi said, completely serious. Shouta's answer was to tug him closer, pressing a kiss to his chest, which Hizashi took as complete agreement.