Title: Hi, Husband
Pairings: ShinKami
Involves: Aged-up, smut, M/M
Summary: Denki has a secret mission, where he has to pretend he's married to another hero. Just so happens that hero is his high school crush who he hasn't seen since graduation.

This is dedicated to @flarelunari

//They didn’t tell me who I’m going to be married to tonight.//

Denki looked around the street, smoothing his hair; he tried to find a familiar face -- maybe somebody from his agency -- but...nothing.

He sighed.

//Waiting is the worst.//

“Kaminari?”

Eyes huge, he turned to find a familiar face...but it was one he hadn’t seen since high school. “Sh-Shinsou?” He had to look /up/ at the man; while Shinsou’s face hadn’t really changed, /shit/ he had gotten taller.
And bigger.
And muscular...er.

Wild, grown-out purple hair, coy amethyst eyes, pink lips parted in shock, Shinsou just stared at him.

And, oddly enough, that was all it took to feel his pants start to tighten.

“H-HEY!” Denki’s voice rose a few octaves as he reached out a hand to shake with Shinsou’s. “I haven’t seen you in--”

“Five years.” Shinsou’s crushing handshake made Denki’s eyes go even wider. “But who’s counting, right?”

“I’m so sorry that we lost touch!” Denki smiled at him. “I tried to find you on social media, like, a /million/ times!”

A hopeless smile on his mouth, Shinsou shook his head. “I hate social media, so I’m not on any of it. I hardly even use my phone. I’m sorry, Kaminari.”

Laughing, Denki waved a hand at him. “Oh, it’s OK,” he lied. “Just don’t forget to give me your phone number this time.” He laughed, again.

“I won’t.” Shinsou smiled at him. “So, what’re you doing here? You look like you’re waiting for somebody.”

It wasn’t lost on Denki that they hadn’t let go of each other’s hands. “Oh, I am.” Denki gave him a smug nod. “I’m waiting for my husband.”

Denki could’ve sworn that the color drained out of Shinsou’s face as his expression dropped, his eyes going lifeless. “...Oh. Husband, huh?” The grip around Denki’s hand loosened and dropped away. “Congratulations. I didn’t know.”

Letting out a cackle, Denki shook his head, then wiggled a finger at him to come closer. When Shinsou obeyed, Denki got onto his tip-toes, Shinsou leaned down, and Denki whispered in his ear.

“I’m not /really/ married; I’m pretending to be for an undercover thing for work.” He took a covert sniff of the taller one, and was already completely addicted to the sweet lavender scent he emitted. “But I’m still waiting; I can’t find him.

Shinsou turned his head to whisper in Denki’s ear, his breath hot and sultry, dancing on his skin. “You don’t need to wait anymore. Your husband found /you/.”

“Really?” Denki said the word quite a bit louder, and far more eagerly than he’d meant to say it.

Once he backed away, Shinsou nodded at him, smiling once more. “That’s why I’m here. Also,” he leaned back down to whisper into Denki’s ear, “the agency informed me that the restaurant is owned by the mob boss, so we really need to ham it up the entire time.”

Denki bit his lower lip; his knees buckled a little, and he could feel his cock force out a pump of pre-come.

//Suddenly I remember exactly why I searched so frantically for my high school crush for five years.
Nobody else has ever had this effect on me.//

“Is it OK if I get a bit...” one of Shinsou’s wide hands took Denki by the lower back, “handsy with you?”

Eyes closed, a smile curled Denki’s lips as he turned his open mouth toward Shinsou’s ear. “If what they say is true,” he wrapped his arms around his crush’s neck, “you’d /better/ be.”

Denki could feel Shinsou shiver, then take a loud exhale. Drunk off of that reaction from the purple haired sexpot, Denki allowed his lips to brush against Shinsou’s ear. “You should probably get a bit mouthy with me, too...just to be safe.”

There was a slow inhale as the hand on Denki’s lower back pushed against him. Shinsou straightened up and looked down at him; his face was hungry. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

Unlinking his hands from around Shinsou’s neck, Denki slid them down the tops of his shoulders, down his chest, then finally took them off of him. “Same, here.”

Wrapping an arm around Denki’s shoulders, Shinsou started walking toward the restaurant with him, and it gave Denki a thrill to wrap his arm around Shinsou’s hard waist.

“I’ve really missed you, Husband; you know that?” Denki couldn’t stop smiling, snuggling right up to Shinsou’s side. “Did you miss /me/?”

“You have no /clue/.” Shinsou practically growled the sentence.

Heart pounding in his chest, Denki closed his eyes in elation. Touching Shinsou felt so God damn /right/ -- so much so that /not/ touching him felt like straight-up blasphemy.

The restaurant wasn’t far from where they had been told to meet, and they were there in no time; it wasn’t where Denki really wanted to go with him, but at least he had an excuse to be an obnoxious flirt with the man of his dreams.

Shinsou grabbed the door handle with his free hand, ushering Denki in first. “After you, love of my life.”

Giving him a giggle, Denki walked past him, then grabbed his hand as they came to the hostess.

“We have reservations,” Shinsou told her. “The Tanaka party?”

Denki looked at the hostess as he leaned his head against Shinsou’s arm.

“Yes; we’ve been waiting for you.” She gave the two of them a smile. “We’re placing you in one of our private rooms.” She snapped at one of the workers. “Tanaka; room two?”

“Perfect.” Shinsou looked down at him, and Denki gave him a smile that was both innocent, yet ravenous.

“It’ll just be a moment.”

“Uh-huh.” Shinsou didn’t take his eyes off of Denki as he spoke to the hostess.

Batting his eyes, Denki smiled a bit wider. “Hi, Husband.”

“Hi, Husband.” Using his free hand, Shinsou took hold of Denki’s face, then reached down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

//Oh Christ! Really?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!//

Closing his eyes, Denki could feel his eyeballs roll back in his head; those soft lips were more perfect than he had fantasized they would be...

...but it wasn’t just the physical sensation that made him go weak; it was the way their chemicals mingled together -- the emotional electricity that snapped around them.

//He’s the one.//

“Excuse me, sir?”

Denki tried to chase his lips as Shinsou pulled away, and couldn’t help but pout when he realized he couldn’t get them back immediately.

“Apologies.” Shinsou gave her a look that was mostly smug with a hint of sincerity.

“It’s alright. Your room is ready.”

Shinsou looked down at him and smiled. “Are you ready?”

Giving him a wide grin, Denki just nodded.

Never taking their hands from one another, Shinsou ushered him through the restaurant, following the hostess; Denki couldn’t take his eyes from the man the entire time.

Once the hostess opened the door, Denki finally looked somewhere other than Shinsou’s face: the restaurant was Mediterranean, and the private room was completely decked-out, as such, but had Japanese touches to it.

The table sat on hardwood floor, but there was an intricate Persian rug between the two; there were pillows surrounding the table in rich, warm colors of all kinds, silken and brocade;

heavy curtains and unique gold light fixtures fell all around them in the dimly lit room, accenting the carved paneling on the walls.

Denki blinked. “This’s amazing,” he breathed, looking around. "I've never seen anything like this before."

“I’m so pleased to hear you say that.” The hostess smiled. “Have a seat, and we’ll be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.” Shinsou nodded at her, then stepped inside with Denki.

After letting go of Shinsou, Denki slipped off his shoes. “How did we get so lucky?”

“Don’t jinx us, Kaminari.” Shinsou gave him a grin, as he pried his shoes off, as well.

Denki took Shinsou’s hand and looked into his eyes. “But I’ve already been lucky tonight; I got you as a husband, didn’t I?”

A soft smile came to the taller man’s lips. “You’ve got me, alright.”

Giving him a giggle, Denki led them to the table, where they settled onto a pile of pillows, but they barely had time to do or say anything else before the door opened again.

“Good evening.” A server smiled at them, then started setting the table for them. “I was just informed that your guests,” the server placed two water glasses in front of them, “are delayed; they’re caught in a traffic jam, and should be about forty-five minutes late.”

Denki tsked. “Nearly an hour, huh?”

The server nodded, then set two small bowls with some sort of herbal mixture in them, as well as a bottle of olive oil, and some bread in front of them.

“He sends his apologies for the inconvenience, but is very eager to meet you. He also says that you may eat without him, and you can do drinks later, if you would like.”

Denki and Shinsou looked at each other, but Denki shook his head.

“We’d prefer to wait for him.” Shinsou gave the server a nod.

“It wouldn’t be in good taste to eat before him.” Denki gave her a smile.

The server nodded, then straightened back up. “Just pull that string,” the server pointed to a string with a decorative weight on the end of it by the door, “if you need anything.”

“We will.” Denki smiled.

After giving them a smile, the server left the room, and closed the door.

“So.”

Shinsou looked at him.

“What are we going to do for forty-five minutes in a room alone together?” Denki raised an eyebrow at him, a trouble-making smile on his lips.

Shinsou’s face was nearly unreadable, but his eyes...they were starving. “A room full of pillows.”

“A /dark/ room full of pillows.”

“And a bottle of olive oil.”

Denki couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Hitoshi Shinsou?”

“Yes, Denki Kaminari?”

“Do you like me?”

“I /more/ than like you.”

“Is that so?” Denki grinned wider. “For how long?”

“Your name has preceded every orgasm I’ve had since I was fifteen years old.”

The sentence made Denki dizzy. “Holy shit...” Taking a breath then blowing it out of his mouth, he palmed his forehead.

Shinsou tightened one side of his mouth. “Too much honesty?”

Denki shook his head. “No, I...I’ve liked you just as long.”

The tightness relaxed into a smile. “When did you realize it?”

“The day you came to declare war on our class and call Bakugou an ass.”

Blowing a laugh out of his nose, Shinsou smiled wider; it had a creepy edge to it, but that was Denki’s kink.

/Shinsou/ was Denki’s kink.

“When did you realize you liked me?”

“Right after I referred to Bakugou as an ass and saw you behind him.”

Denki’s mouth dropped open. “No way.”

Shinsou nodded. “Why do you think I stood there for so long afterward?”

“Why didn’t you say something to me about it?”

Shinsou shrugged. “It’s not easy to tell another guy you’re irrevocably in love with him.”

“Well, fuck.” Denki could feel his cheeks burn.

“Hm?” Shinsou cocked his head at him.

“That’s the exact reason why I never told /you/.”

“Did you also kind of stay clear of me because you knew you wouldn’t be able to cope with the feelings deepening?”

Denki nodded. “Uh-huh. I figured eating broken glass would be less painful than being so close to something I wanted so badly, but would ultimately never have.”

“You were still so kind to me.” Shinsou’s eyes softened.

“And you had your moments.”

Shinsou laughed. “At least I was honest: I didn’t want to be friends with you.”

“I was honest, too: I thought you were devastatingly beautiful and I liked you.”

“Do you feel the same way now?”

“Uh-huh. Do you?”

“Hell yes.”

“You don’t want to be my friend?”

“I can’t be.”

“Why?”

“I want more than that.../much/ more.”

“What if I told you you could have whatever you wanted?”

Shinsou huffed through his nose. “You don’t want to say that to me.”

“I think I do.”

“No; you don’t.”

“And why is that?”

“What if I take it?”

“What if I /want/ you to take it?”

“After five long years of waiting, it might be more than you’re expecting.”

Denki’s cock ached as it twitched. “It’s been the same five long years for me, too, buddy.”

“With how important this is to me, I’d be inclined to believe it’d be better to take it slowly.”

“I’ve been hard since you said my name to get my attention earlier.”

“I was hard when I said it.” Shinsou’s face was becoming shiny from sweat, and thank God, because Denki’s back was feeling the same way.

The breath moved in and out of them both a bit faster, a bit harder as they stared at each other.

“Take off your jacket.” Denki wasn’t smiling anymore.

Not hesitating for a second, Shinsou complied, his movements rough and impatient, then tossed it aside.

Denki looked him up and down, then nodded. “Now, your shirt.”

Once again, Shinsou complied, and when he did, Denki ran both of his splayed hands up Shinsou’s torso, loving every bump and groove of muscle he had. “Holy fuck...”

“Now what?” Shinsou whispered, staring directly into his eyes.

Denki wrapped his arms around his neck, pushed him down onto the pillows and kissed him; he didn't even bother to ease into introducing his tongue into Shinsou’s mouth -- he couldn’t.

He'd waited far too long for this -- fantasized too many times for too many years.

The kiss was frantic from both ends; Denki kissed with his whole head, bobbing it up and down with every movement. Shinsou ate at him right back, practically fighting Denki’s tongue with his own.

Hand sliding down Shinsou’s front, Denki felt up Shinsou’s body; his fingers squeezed as he took a handful of his pec, and Shinsou made a sharp inhale through his nose when Denki gently rolled an irresistible nipple between his finger and thumb.

“MM...!” Shinsou’s hands moved up and down Denki’s sides before one slipped around the curve of his waist, then shoved itself under his waistband and took hold of his ass cheek.

Using the grip he had on Denki’s ass, Shinsou forced Denki to grind his cock against Shinsou’s stomach.

“MM-HM!” Denki nearly saw stars as he whined into Shinsou’s mouth;

he didn’t want to come yet, but, at the same time, he couldn’t stop himself from spreading his legs so that his pelvis could make better contact with Shinsou’s torso.

The reaction not lost on him, Shinsou kept forcing him to rub and grind, and Denki kept convincing himself he could hold back...until he couldn’t anymore.

“Mm...mm!...MMPHF!” Denki ripped himself away from Shinsou, gasping for air.

He shuddered and jerked, grinding against him a few more times to enjoy the climax.

“You should feel proud of yourself.” Denki tried to laugh. “I just came in my pants from making out and dry humping, like a teenager.”

And Shinsou? He just stared at Denki like a bad ass.

“The face you made while doing so was fucking perfect, Kaminari.” He breathed through his open mouth, while he leered. “I want to see it at least two more times tonight.”

“Heh!” Denki shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. “No promises.”

Annnnnnnnd blue balls.

TBC

Here's the other half.

“I’m promising you.” Shinsou held up three fingers, then put one down. “Two more to go.”

A chill went down his spine, and Denki shivered from it. “You are the sexiest thing alive, you know that?”

“Can’t be; the sexiest thing alive is straddling me right now.” Shinsou squeezed his ass cheek, and Denki gasped.

“Shinsou...” He grinned.

“Call me Hitoshi.” Shinsou reached up and stole another kiss, but before he could probe into Denki’s mouth, Denki pulled away.

“Fine, then; Hitoshi,” Denki giggled, “let me explore this body of yours a little before you kiss my face off some more.” He dove down to Shinsou’s neck, and swirled his tongue across the skin.

“Damn, Kaminari...your mouth is amazing...” Shinsou’s breath hitched, and he gasped.

Lightly dragging his teeth against Shinsou's throat, Denki worked his lips against the warm skin. “Call me Denki.” He loved the way he could feel Shinsou’s pulse against his tongue; even so, he wanted to move lower.

Denki’s mouth licked and kissed down Shinsou’s chest, stopping to tease at his perky nipples; Shinsou squirmed as his tongue flicked at the fleshy hill, and the way Shinsou groaned made him want to stay there all night.

“Fffffffuck...” Shinsou finally pulled his hand off of Denki’s ass, and elected to, instead, grab either of Denki’s shoulders.

Releasing his nipple with a smug grin, Denki continued to descend down that beautiful man’s body, his tongue invading as many dips in his body definition as possible. The smell of clean laundry and sweat was like catnip to him.

Hooking his fingers into Shinsou’s waist band to steady himself, he took long, flat licks against his stomach and waist, watching intently as the muscles flexed with every pleasured contraction.

“If I wasn’t addicted to you before,” Shinsou breathed, his eyes squeezed closed, “I definitely am now.”

Denki grinned. “Oh, really?” He unbuttoned and unzipped Shinsou’s pants. “I wonder what you’ll be once I start on this, then.”

Shinsou’s head popped up, his eyes wide. “Wait, Denki--”

Giving him a giggle, Denki started to slip a hand into Shinsou’s boxers--

“Seriously, Denki, n-n-n-n-no, hold on!”

Stopping, Denki cocked his head. “What’s wrong?”

There was a look of terror on Shinsou’s face. “There’s, um...” He pointed a finger at him and shook his hand up and down, clearly trying to come up with the words. “There’s something you should know before you do that.”

Denki raised an eyebrow. “STD?”

“What? No, not that. Uh...” Pressing his lips together, still a bit short of breath, Shinsou ran a hand through his hair. “Um...”

Denki laughed. “What’s the problem, Hitoshi?”

“You know what?” Shinsou lowered his hand, palm down at Denki and shook his head. “Let’s just skip that for tonight, OK?”

Tucking his chin, raising an eyebrow, Denki opened his mouth. “Because...?”

“Because I /really/ don’t want to scare you away.”

Huffing a laugh, Denki shook his head. “There’s nothing in your boxers that’s going to scare me away, Hitoshi.”

Shinsou shook his head. “You can’t promise that.”

“And why can’t I promise that?”

“Because you don’t know what it is.”

Denki dropped his head to the side and smiled. “Hitoshi...I like you so much, I honestly don’t care whether or not you even /have/ a dick.”

An overcome look came to Shinsou’s face. “That’s sweet, but I’m still kind of freaked out.”

“About what I’ll think?”

Shinsou nodded.

Shinsou nodded.

“But you’re horny and would /kind of/ want me to play with...whatever’s down there?”

“It’s quite the conundrum.”

“How about this, then: we’ll get it over with /really/ fast -- like ripping off a bandaid, OK? I’m still going to like you, no matter what.”

“...I--”

“One...two--

Denki pulled Shinsou’s boxers down, and Denki’s mouth dropped open.

Even though it was chilling down his leg, Denki could already understand Shinsou’s anxiety: his dick was a fucking monster.

//Holy SHIT.//

When he looked up at Shinsou, he had both hands over his face, and it made him feel a squeeze around his heart.

“...Can I touch it?”

“Go ahead.” Shinsou’s voice was muffled and hopeless, coming from behind his hands.

It took some effort, but Denki was able to finally convince his cock to come out of his pant leg, and it flopped against his stomach with a meaty slap.

Denki’s mouth dropped open a second time, though, when he saw the Jacob’s Ladder piercings running up the underside of it.

“Hi-hi-hi-TOH-shi!” He ran a finger lightly down the piercings. “Didn’t these /hurt/?”

“Yes.” Shinsou still had his face covered.

“Then why did you do it?”

“Because I hate myself, apparently.”

Denki laughed. “You shouldn’t hate yourself, you know. It’s bad for your skin.”

“Ha-ha.” Shinsou sighed.

“Seriously; what compelled a sweet boy like you to do this?”

“I’ll tell you later.” He scoffed. “Do you understand why I was nervous?”

Denki grinned at him, even though he couldn’t see him do it. “Your cock is beautiful, just like the rest of you.”

“But you’re so tiny--”

Denki gave him a look. “Gee, thanks. Being called ‘tiny’ is every dude’s dream.”

Finally, Shinsou dropped his hands from his face and smiled at him. “What I mean is that you’re lithe and sexy and have cute little hips.”

Denki smiled. “I like that better than ‘tiny.’”

“I just figured that, even if you never intended on bottoming, just the mere /thought/ of me trying to put it in any part of you would freak you out.”

“Hitoshi...” Denki rolled his eyes and smiled. “It’s attached to the sweetest, cutest guy in the world: why would I be freaked out?”

“That's /you/, actually.” Shinsou smiled at him. “So, you’re not going to ditch out on me because of my dick?”

“No.” Denki wrapped his hand around Shinsou’s cock, by the base, and angled it upward a bit. “I’m going to suck it.”

“Really?” Shinsou’s voice cracked.

Instead of answering, Denki looked him straight in the eye as he ran his tongue up the taut skin over the piercings.

“Ohh /shit/ that’s hot.” Shinsou swallowed, then got up onto his elbows to get a better look.

“God, Hitoshi...” He ran his tongue up again, then stopped to push the tip of it against the top piercing, then wiggled it around gently;

the skin slid around against the bar so easily, and it was just such an interesting and pleasurable sensation. “What a pleasant surprise you had waiting for me.”

“Jesus, you’re perfect.” Shinsou leaned his head to the left.

“Something wrong?” Denki moved to his frenulum, and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

“N--” Shinsou closed his eyes and took a few breaths, obviously liking what he was feeling, “no, it’s just...my cock was obscuring the view of your face.”

Denki giggled, then swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. “Hm...” He then waved the cock at Shinsou. “Think it’ll fit in my mouth?”

“God, I hope so.”

After readjusting his position, Denki slowly worked the head of Shinsou’s dick into his mouth, and gradually worked more of it inside; it was /definitely/ a tight fit, and he could feel his jaw muscles straining, but he wasn’t giving up.

Shinsou hissed, then let out an almost melodic groan.

Bringing his hand up against the un-pierced surface, Denki wrapped his hand around the sides of his cock, and pumped it as he felt the metal of the first piercing push into his bottom lip.

“Oh /fuck/, Denki...how are you this good?”

//Natural-born cocksucker, I guess.//

He wished he could crack that joke, but there was no way he was going to take his mouth off of Shinsou -- especially not when he could feel the appendage pulse against his tongue and taste that delicious pre-come.

Once more, he looked into Shinsou’s eyes; they were partway stunned, but fully on the brink. That hot goth was looking at Denki as though he’d just seen God, and it nearly made Denki’s eyes roll back.

And just like that, Denki’s cock had woken back up.

Once he’d felt comfortable enough and fairly certain he wouldn’t hurt himself or Shinsou, Denki started bobbing his head up and down slowly.

Shinsou’s glans ran against the roof of Denki’s mouth as he strained his tongue to lick at his frenulum, once more, eliciting a moan from Shinsou.

“Ham hi hoohing hit hegh?”

Shinsou squeezed his eyes shut. “Dear God, Denki; don’t talk with it in your mouth or I’ll come right now.” He blew a breath out of his mouth.

Denki snorted, despite the wave of horniness that rattled him upon hearing that strained tone Shinsou used -- not to mention the /words/ he used.

Hand squeezing a bit tighter, Denki pumped him as he moved his head, unable to take his eyes from the sexy man before him.

As Shinsou’s head lulled back, those moistened lips parted, the breath rushing in and out of his built chest, Denki felt his face flush.

//I can’t believe that /I’m/ making him feel this way!//

His own cock was straining against his pants; he could feel the wetness from Shinsou’s earlier handiwork -- he remembered how it felt, being manhandled a little, being forced up against that hard body, having that perfect tongue eat his face.

//And now...this perfect /cock/ is in my face.//

Shinsou let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, Kitten...it’s better than I even imagined it’d be.”

//...Kitten?//

The breath started pushing harder in and out of Denki’s nose.

//Oh shit...//

Bringing his free hand up, sucking and licking all the while, Denki wrapped his fingers around Shinsou’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Holy shit...holy fuck, Denki, holy ffffffuck...!”

“...MM!” The flush over his face grew hotter; Denki was spinning with arousal.

//Wait.
Am I going to...?//

“Hmm! HM!” Like it was out of nowhere, Denki came, pumping Shinsou’s cock the way he wished he could pump his own.

“Did,” Shinsou furrowed his brow, “did you just come?”

Going still except for the air pushing and pulling desperately out of his nose due to Shinsou’s cock still taking up his mouth, Denki gave a little nod. “Hm-hm.”

Shinsou shook his head at him, taking a noisy breath through his nose. “You...are /fucking/ amazing, Kaminari.”

“Henhi.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Shinsou tried to collect himself. “What did I tell you about talking with my dick in your mouth?”

Denki just blinked lazily at him.

“Especially don’t say your own name.”

Denki pulled Shinsou’s dick out of his mouth. “Hitoshi?”

“Yes?”

Denki pouted a little. “I know I haven’t finished you off yet, and you seemed to be at least slightly happy with how it was going--”

“It was perfection.”

“--thank you, but...” Denki looked down, then back up at him. “Do you think we could stop?”

Shinsou gave him a sympathetic look. “Does it hurt your jaw?”

Denki shook his head. “My jaw’s fine, but...I’m kind of wondering if we could just...you know...have sex?”

Shinsou blinked at him. “I’m sorry, you want to what?”

Giving him a shy yet coy smile, Denki blinked back at him. “Have sex.”

“OK. I wasn’t hallucinating it.”

Giggling, Denki gave his cock a quick pump. “I’ll keep doing this, if that’s what you want, but, if I’m honest, I’d really just like to have sex with you, instead.”

Shinsou sat up a bit more. “Isn’t it a bit fast?”

“Probably? But when you’ve been waiting for five years, it doesn’t /feel/ so fast; it just feels right.”

Giving him a tiny laugh, Shinsou nodded. “Everything involving you has felt right to me."

“Same, here.” Denki smiled.

Heaving a sigh, Shinsou stared at him for a moment. “Be gentle with me, OK?”

Denki tilted his head. “Ohh, right; I have to be careful with your piercings. I promise; I will be.”

Shinsou furrowed his brow. “...Hold on.” He pointed at Denki. “/You/ want to...receive?”

“Yoooooou have the most beautiful and delicious dick in the world; why wouldn’t I?” Denki furrowed back.

“Because it’s huge?”

Raising an eyebrow at him, Denki waved it back and forth. “I like a challenge.”

“Oh God...” Shinsou rubbed at his face, then pulled his hands away and took a deep breath. “OK.” He looked around, then looked back at Denki. “Why don’t you get on your knees in front of the table, then lean over and grab it for me?”

Blink, blink. “Okie dokes.” Denki released Shinsou’s balls and cock, then did as he was told.

“And pull down your pants.” Shinsou leaned over and grabbed the olive oil, as Denki followed his instructions.

“Lubricant?” Denki pulled his pants all the way off, then pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside.

“...Oh. You’re naked.” A big hand ran down Denki’s back. “And even more fucking beautiful than I imagined.”

“Thank you,” Denki sang, wiggling happily.

“And yes; lubricant. Although, I wouldn’t be above pouring it on you to dip my bread in.”

Grabbing the ledge of the table, Denki laughed. “Same, here, baby.”

A gentle, oily finger began circling Denki’s opening, and he sighed.

“OK so far?” Shinsou placed his hand on Denki’s ass cheek; it took up the whole cheek, and it made Denki shiver.

“Mm. You can try putting it in, if you want.”

Slowly, gently, Shinsou pushed into Denki’s opening, then pulled his finger out a bit, then in a little more.

Eyes closing, Denki smiled. “You’re so sweet. I’m far rougher when I do that to myself.”

“...You finger yourself?”

"I use a dildo, too." Opening one eye, Denki bit his bottom lip. “Grossed out?”

There was a scoff behind him. “The complete, total, utter /opposite/ of grossed out, is what I am right now.”

Denki giggled. “Go on, baby; you can do me harder than that.”

Shinsou laughed. “Whatever you want, Kitten.” It was still gentle, but Shinsou sank his entire finger in.

“Mm...!” Denki tossed his head back and sighed as Shinsou slipped his finger in and out. “Do another.”

“You’re sure?”

Denki nodded, then gasped as he felt himself widen when Shinsou did what he asked of him. “Oh God, that’s really good.”

Warm lips started pushing a trail up Denki’s back, and the hand on his ass cheek made slow circles as Shinsou continued to finger him.

“Go for a third; I can take it.”

“Before I do,” Shinsou breathed against his back, “I want to remind you that the number of fingers I have inside of you is the number of orgasms you’ve had.”

Eyes still closed, Denki smiled. “You owe me one more, slugger.”

There was a laugh before Shinsou wedged a third finger inside. “That’s right.”

“/Shit/, Hitoshi...” He gasped. “That’s it...stretch me out.”

“Fuck, Denki...” A shuddered breath tripped over Denki’s back, making him shiver.

“Make room for that big, beautiful cock of yours.”

Pushing more kisses onto Denki’s back, Shinsou splayed his fingers inside of him. “Like this?”

“...UH!” Opening his mouth, Denki arched his back. “Yes! Like that! Just /like/ that!”

“...Oh God.” Shinsou was breathing against Denki’s back.

“Can you imagine it, Hitoshi?”

“Im-magine what, D-Denki?”

“Your cock sliding in and out of me? Pumping into to me? Coming inside of me?”

“Denki...”

“Can you?”

“Yes, God, YES. I can imagine it...”

Denki grinned. “Then make it happen, big guy. ...OH!” An arm wrapped around Denki’s stomach, and his whole body was drawn back, until he was ass-up; he stabilized himself on his forearms, so that his face wasn’t shoved into the floor. “Wh-what’re you doing?”

Shinsou’s fingers splayed, once more; there was a reaching movement, and then he felt something pour into him. “Trying to ensure you won’t get hurt.”

“AH!” Denki blinked. "Don't you think that's a bit...overboard?"

"Can't be too careful." He could hear Shinsou place the oil bottle back onto the table; he lowered Denki’s hips back down, then panted a few times. “Can you grab the table again, Kitten?”

Giggling, Denki took the ledge of the table, once more, and pulled himself back up. “I love that nickname; how did you think of it?”

Shinsou placed the head of his cock on Denki’s entrance. “You and kittens: the two things I love most about this world.”

A huge smile spread across Denki’s face as Shinsou pushed into him. “OH!” It was such a beautiful feeling: he felt full and turned on and so, so good...but at the same time, it felt like he was being split in two.

“Mm...!” Running both hands up Denki’s stomach, Shinsou panted. “I’m sorry; I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to push all the way in like that!”

“It’s OK, baby...” Denki’s head was reeling.

“It just slid in so well, I--” Shinsou’s hands were shaking. “Does it hurt? Any discomfort?”

“Mm, not at all...” Denki pulled up on his cock, then slid back down, and Shinsou groaned; he could feel all of the piercings ripple inside of him as he moved, and he just fucking loved it.

“Fuuuuuuck, Denki, hold on!” Pant, pant.

Denki giggled. “But I want you to fuck me, Hitoshi.”

“I will, I will, just...let me get my center, or I’m going to come!” Pant, pant, pant.

“You’d better not.” Denki stuck his tongue between his teeth as he bit down on a laugh.

“You’re so cruel.”

“You promised me three; what kind of husband breaks their promises?”

“So, /so/ cruel.” The hands on his stomach slid upward, then pulled Denki up straight. Shinsou’s lips kissed along Denki’s shoulder, up to his neck, and Denki tilted his head.

“Well, I think you’re sweet.” Reaching a hand behind him, he dove his fingers into that wild, purple hair.

“I think you’re sweet, too.” The words were whispered against his neck as Shinsou partially withdrew his cock, only to push back into him.

“Oh, shit...” Denki’s mouth dropped open.

“Sweet and cruel.” Shinsou found a moderate rhythm, sliding his hands up and down Denki’s body, feeling him everywhere.

And with every thrust, Shinsou was hitting his prostate, making his cock drip with pre-come.

Oil slid out of him, making winding rivers down his thighs as Shinsou drove into him -- pumping him with that pierced monster he’d been so shy about -- licking at his neck and tugging at his earlobes with his teeth the whole of it.

“How does it feel?” Shinsou whispered.

“Ugh...it’s amazing...it’s absolutely /perfect/, Hitoshi.” Denki moaned. “How does it feel for you?”

“Better than perfect--”

“AH!” Bullseye: perfect hit to his G-spot.

“I want to marry you, for real.”

Denki managed a laugh. “I guess that means it’s not too tight?”

“Hmhm...” Shinsou took a shaky breath after he laughed. “Oh, it’s tight.”

“OH!” Bullseye, again. “I don’t think number three is far away, at this point.”

“I should’ve started calling you ‘bunny’ instead of ‘kitten.’”

Denki laughed. “Shut up. Unless you want to talk about marrying me again.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he pulled Denki’s hips down as he thrusted up into him, “I just want to do it.”

“Marry me?”

“Yes.” Shinsou pulled back a bit, then narrowed in on Denki’s spot and drove into it.

“FUCK, fuck, fuck...!” Denki gasped.

“So, it’s not my imagination; it feels good there?”

“Oh-ho, it feels /very/ good there.” Not too hard, but not too gently, Shinsou nailed his prostate, and he could feel his third orgasm coming.

“How’s that?”

“Mm, it’s /just right/-- AH!” Denki panted; his legs were shaking...he couldn’t /believe/ this was happening. “Wait.”

“'Wait' as in 'stop?'”

“N-n-n-n-no, keep doing what you’re doing, just...” Denki shook his head, “did I ask you to marry me a few seconds ago?”

“That’s the way I took it when I said ‘yes.’”

“UH!”

“We could have this place cater the wedding to apologize for the mess.”

Denki laughed between gasps. “We haven’t even tried the food, though.”

“But the private room is downright magical, isn’t it?”

He didn’t know if it was the laughing, the sex, the commentary, the topic, or just the company, but, just as he was promised, his third orgasm hit, and he pushed against Shinsou’s cock as it did. “Fuuuuuuuck...! HitoshiHitoshiHitoshi! I’m-OH...fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

“Number three, huh?”

Denki nodded. “Yup.”

Shinsou licked up his neck. “You’re beautiful, Kitten.”

“So are you.” Pant, pant. “I love you.”

//OH...God I said it.//

“I love you, too.”

Denki wondered if the tears in his eyes were from the blinding orgasm or from happiness; he honestly couldn’t tell.

“Do you mind if I have my way with you?” The words practically made him go cross-eyed.

“Do whatever you want to me.”

Shinsou leaned forward, shoved the plates and glasses aside, then grabbed the bottle of oil, and started pouring it all over the table.

“What’re you doing?”

There was a laugh. “You’ll see.”

Shinsou pulled out of him, turned him around, then pushed Denki’s back onto the table, so that he lay in the puddle of oil. Before Denki could even bat an eye, Shinsou crawled up between Denki’s legs, and pushed back into him.

“AH!” A flush rushed over Denki’s cheeks, burning hot, as he looked into Shinsou’s eyes.

His ‘husband’ smiled at him. “You OK?”

Denki nodded. “You feel so good, I can’t help but make noise.”

“My little noise maker.” He grinned, taking hold of Denki’s thighs. “This won’t take long.”

“Do whatever you want to me, Husband.” Denki winked at him.

Shinsou pushed Denki away a bit, and he slid easily on the oiled up table; there was the same kind of slide when Shinsou pulled him back, burying him to the hilt. “Keep calling me that, and it’ll take even less time.”

Giggling, Denki ran a hand down Shinsou’s arm. “Go on, then.../Husband/.”

“I love hearing you call me that.” Shinsou stayed in place, and just slid Denki back and forth in the oil, pounding into him.

“Fuck! Those piercings...” Denki arched in lower back.

“Bad?” Shinsou closed his eyes, as he slid Denki back onto his cock.

“No,” pant, pant, “good -- amazing...fantastic!”

“I told you,” slam, “that I’d tell you,” slam, “why I got them earlier.”

“Fu-uh-uh-uh-uck yes, you did!”

“There’s one for every time I chickened-out in telling you how I felt.” Pound, pound, pound.

“Liar!” Denki laughed.

“Nope.” Pound, slam, pound.

“Hitoshi, there’re like, five of them!”

“Yeah,” pant, pound, slam, “I figured by the time I ran out of room, I’d pretty much have to hunt you down.” Slam, pound, slam. “Good thing I didn’t have social media, huh?”

Denki giggled. “You’re crazy, and I love you!”

“I love you, too SHIT!” Shinsou pushed into him all of the way. “UH, God, Denki, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming...!”

“Do it, baby.” Denki grinned as he watched that beautiful face light up in release -- like he’d finally made his dream a reality.

And it made his spent cock twitch.

//Maybe I /am/ a bunny.//

“Fuck...” Shinsou collapsed on top of him. “That was amazing.”

Hands coming up to Shinsou’s head, Denki giggled as he played with his hair. “I want to do this at least three times a week for the rest of my life.”

Pant, pant. “Can we?”

“Mm...once you marry me, of course.”

“Of course.” Pant, pant.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

“Tomorrow.” Pant, pant.

Denki laughed. “Ugh...we trashed this room.”

“Yup.” Pant, pant. “We’re pretty fucked.”

“We totally are. But we both /got/ fucked, so--”

Shinsou laughed, then raised his head; he was sweaty, out of breath, flushed...and absolutely perfect. “It was worth it.”

Denki smiled. “Totally.” Then smothered him in a kiss.

And that's 'Hi, Husband.'

I hope you liked it.
The server I did the exchange within has a theme, which is Hitoshi's Monster Cock, so...I hope you liked that part, too.

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If you liked my ShinKami, please take a peek at 'Doing the Unstuck,' formerly known as 'Us Against Them;' it's not a typical A/B/O, full of consent, and chock-full of sex, lol

I'm also starting a ShinKami called 'It's a Jungle Out There' (look at pinned) https://twitter.com/TempeTot/status/1235028284024303616?s=20