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"WHAT IS UP ORLANDO LISTENERS!" Present Mic yelled from his spot in the middle of the stage. His English was as fluent as ever, and his hair was defying gravity and humidity in its vertical swoop.
It was hot Saturday evening in July, and while Hizashi didn't normally mind performing for the crowds, this particular evening he really wished he was back home in Japan. Being newly married and still adjusting to having a family was difficult enough, but having to leave them for months to tour made everything harder. Frequent video calls to his husband and son were the highlight of his time away from them. This particular evening was especially hard, however.
"I've got an extra special show in store for all you lovely people tonight, ya dig? It's my birthday today, so I wanted to do something a liiiiittle different! If your birthday is this month, give me a shout!" The crowd erupted into loud cheers around him. He laughed into his microphone. "Hell yeah! Happy birthday to all of my lovely July listeners! Let's get this birthday concert STARTED!"
The concert went off without a hitch. Hizashi made minor changes to his set, stopping in the middle to sing happy birthday to himself and all of the fans whose birthdays were in July. By the end of the concert all the star wanted was to get the gel and hairspray out of his hair, call his husband, and fall asleep on the tour bus while on the way to their next destination. He was absolutely exhausted, his throat was sore from singing and yelling, and his eyes burned from the smoke and pyrotechnics.
When Hizashi pushed open the door to his backstage dressing room, ready to immediately strip the leather outfit from his body, the last thing he expected to see was a mess of raven curls spilling over the chair that sat in front of the makeup station. Hizashi was ready to tell whoever the guy was that he wasn't allowed in here when the man attached to the hair turned around and smiled warmly.
"Happy birthday to you~" Shouta sang softly as he stood up, crossing the room to wrap his arms around his husband's neck. "Happy birthday dear Hizashi. Happy birthday to you~" he pressed their lips together in a sweet, slow kiss as he finished the song. Hizashi was quick to encircle Shouta's waist with his own slender arms, pulling him closer as he leaned back against the door.
"What are you doing here?" Hizashi breathed, breaking the kiss to gaze deeply into his husband's obsidian eyes. There was a mischievous glint in those eyes as Shouta took a step backwards and reached towards the couch to pick up a small package Hizashi hadn't noticed before.
"I couldn't let my husband spend his birthday all alone." Shouta grinned as he held out the box.
Hizashi carefully unwrapped the yellow bow from the top, pulling the lid off as he peered into the package. "Sho…" He pulled the book from the box as tears prickled in the corners of his eyes. The cover was a light yellow with lavender stripes. In a small window, written in Shouta's handwritting, were the words "Hitoshi and Papa." The box fell to the ground abandoned as Hizashi opened the front cover to find a sweet note from his husband.
I know you missed the first four years of his life, but I'm so glad you'll be here for the rest. Here's the memories you've made with your son so far. Let's make so many more, all three of us.
Love always,
Your Kitten
The first photo was from the first time he'd come to visit Hitoshi. They were working on the puzzle, making the same face in concentration. He hadn't even realized they'd done it. There were photos of them during each visit, even a couple from when Hizashi was in the hospital, and so many from when he'd stayed with them while he was healing. There were even photos from their wedding, and screenshots of their video chats while Hizashi had been on tour.
"Shouta, this is the best present I've ever received!" He still held the photo album in his hand as he hugged his husband tight, burying his face against Shouta’s stubbly neck. A warm hand patted the side of his ridiculous hair, and Hizashi smiled.
Shouta pulled away first, grinning from ear to ear. "Let's get you changed out of this outfit and wash the gel out of your hair, I have more in store for you." Hizashi was more than glad to change out of the sticky leather outfit, opting instead for a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. Shouta was more than happy to help rinse the gel from his hair, carding his fingers through until the wet locks were fully relaxed once more.
Once finished, Hizashi gave his husband a somber look. "I wish I didn't have to say goodbye," he whispered, lacing their fingers together as they stood near the doorway.
Shouta snorted, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. "Who said anything about goodbye? We have reservations for a king sized bed on the fifteenth floor of a beachfront hotel." Hizashi let himself be dragged out of the stadium and into a very unassuming car. He was completely confused. He was meant to be getting on the tour bus. The next concert wasn't for two days, but it would take at least that long for them to drive to their destination halfway across the country. They couldn't afford to have any delays.
"Sho, I can't. I have to…" His husband's face stopped him dead in his tracks. Shouta had on his bedroom eyes. Half-lidded and sultry, even only lit up from the lights of the other cars on the highway. If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't seen Shouta in over two months, he might’ve been able to resist those eyes. Even so, the way Shouta bit his bottom lip and slid his hand slowly further up from Hizashi’s knee would have made him irresistible to the blond.
"I called in a couple of favors…" Shouta whispered, leaning forward to suck a hickey onto Hizashi’s neck. "I get to have you all to myself for the evening, and even most of tomorrow before you fly out to your next destination and I fly home." Shouta's voice was deep as it resonated around the shell of Hizashi’s ear. He groaned softly as a gentle hand palmed at his growing erection.
The car came to a stop in front of a fancy looking hotel with glass windows from the ground all the way to the top. Hizashi thought it must've been about thirty stories high, though he couldn't focus on the numbers in the elevator due to the very attractive man he was lucky enough to have married pinning him against the wall to kiss him deeply. He kissed back, more than happy to grind against Shouta until the bell for their floor dinged above them. Hizashi wasn't entirely sure where the key card Shouta produced came from, but he was more than glad when it opened a door to a large suite.
Clearly, Shouta had already come to the suite and had a few things set up. There was a bathtub with big, fluffy robes set out beside it. A tray with a bottle of Hizashi's favorite wine and a spread of fruit and several small strawberry cakes sat on the foot of the bed. The huge, king size bed, which was covered in rose petals.
"What do you think, 'Zashi?" Shouta asked quietly, backing up and standing in the middle of the room expectantly. "Fit for a rock star such as yourself?" Hizashi gave an excited nod as he took in everything.
"I really thought the photo album was more than enough of a present, but you've really outdone yourself, kitten." Hizashi wrapped himself around his husband once again, humming a soft melody as he walked them towards the tub, which was plenty big enough for the two of them. "Why don't we start over here," he murmured against Shouta’s neck, pushing his shirt up. "Release a little tension?" Shouta moaned softly as a hand slipped into his pants. He pressed back against Hizashi as he bent down to turn on the hot water.
"I thought you might say something like that," he said softly, letting the water run over his fingers until the temperature was right before he added a good amount of bubble soap. “Tonight is all about you, songbird. You get whatever you want tonight.” Shouta had turned to face him, finally letting Hizashi pull the shirt over his head. Feather-light kisses were pressed to Shouta’s bare chest, and Hizashi wasted no time in teasing his husband with the hand in his pants.
~xXx~
Hizashi knelt down in front of his husband, pulling down both his pants and boxers in one swift motion as he grinned up at the other man. “I want you , kitten,” Hizashi growled, licking between Shouta’s folds. The soft moans this simple action elicited told Hizashi that Shouta had missed this as much as he had. His husband leaned against the tile wall of the bathroom, and Hizashi lifted one of his legs over his shoulder for better access to his cunt.
Calloused hands tangled into blond hair as Hizashi licked into his husband’s cunt, one thumb gently stroking his clit. The little bundle of nerves had grown larger since the first time they’d had sex, all those years ago. Shouta had told him once that it was from the testosterone he took. Every stroke to his clit fell in time with Hizashi’s tongue darting in and out of him, and with each time, Shouta moaned a little louder. The leg still planted on the floor quaked, the other trying to squeeze Hizashi further into him as Shouta came with a sharp tug of Hizashi’s hair and a cry. “ Fuck, ‘Zashi,” Shouta panted, grinning down at the blond.
~xXx~
Hizashi gave him a moment to catch his breath and steady himself on his feet once again before he stood up slowly, letting his fingers trail up his husband’s body as he did. “That was the best five star buffet I’ve ever been to, baby,” Hizashi murmured against Shouta’s neck. Shouta snorted and smacked the back of his head playfully.
“Ready for a bath?” The shorter man asked softly, stepping out of his crumpled pants and boxers as he tugged at the waistband of Hizashi’s pants. Hizashi gave his husband a chuckle and undressed quickly, letting Shouta get into the tub first before he settled between his husband’s legs. Shouta grabbed a washcloth from the counter and soaked it in the bath water, grabbing the body wash he’d brought from home and applying a generous amount to lather. Hizashi groaned softly as he let his husband wash his back gently.
Hizashi relished in the feeling this simple act brought with it. Shouta was massaging his neck and shoulders slowly, deeply, as he washed him, letting the water and the soap slick up his skin enough to move with practiced ease. Words were not needed between them, not as much as other couples. Even if Hizashi subconsciously hummed as they sat in relative silence, it was comfortable. Once he was fully relaxed, Shouta had him turn around with his feet in his lap. The blond did as he was told, relaxing on the other end of the tub as his husband rubbed his feet.
By the time both men were clean and relaxed, the water had long since gone cold. Neither man noticed, or if they did, they didn’t care to mention it. They rinsed themselves of any bubbles or soap quickly before they stepped out of the tub and wrapped themselves up in the plush robes. Hizashi was more than glad to lace their fingers together as they walked out into the main room of the suite, lying down on the bed just within arm’s reach of the tray at the foot.
“Anymore surprises, kitten? Or do I just get to make up for two months of lost love-making as my birthday present?” Hizashi gave his husband a playful wink as he took a bite out of a fresh strawberry. Shouta sat up and grabbed a tablet from the nightstand, flipping open the cover and clicking on a video chatting app.
“Daddy!” The sound of his son’s voice had Hizashi sitting up in seconds. “Papa!” Hitoshi said, smiling at them from the other end of the world. He waved frantically with the biggest smile on his face. “Happy Birfday Papa!”
Shouta kissed Hizashi’s cheek and grinned. “Thanks, little listener! How’s my favorite fan doing?” While he let Hizashi catch up with their son, Shouta opened the drawer for the present that the little boy had picked out and wrapped himself.
“Daddy, you give it to Papa now!” Shouta handed his husband the small package, which Hizashi opened while the five-year-old babbled on the line. Inside the small package was a very obviously handmade bracelet. Hitoshi had taken up the popular loom weaving technique using rubber bands of all colors, which Shouta had overwhelmingly supported because it would help hone his fine-motor skills.
Hizashi held the bracelet in his hand, admiring the yellow, black, and purple color scheme of it with awe. “Did you make this for me, Toshi?” On the screen, Hitoshi nodded with a smile. “You got all of our colors on here, too! I love it! I’ll wear it every day!” He slipped the elastic bracelet on his wrist with a smile that made Hitoshi laugh. There was hardly a better sound in Shouta’s opinion.
The conversation didn’t last long after that, as Kayama had popped on to tell Hitoshi it was time for lunch, wish Hizashi a happy birthday, and tell them to be safe and have fun with a wink just before disconnecting. Shouta placed the tablet back on the nightstand and reached across his husband to grab two wine glasses and pour them each a glass of the sparkling wine.
Hizashi took his glass, sipping at the wine as he admired his husband. Shouta was gorgeous . His hair was still wet and glistening with the moisture, his skin was slightly flushed pink from a mixture of warmth and arousal, and his eyes were just drinking Hizashi in.
~xXx~
“Ride me?” he blurted out, surprising even himself at the forwardness of the question. Even married, with a five-year-old child, Shouta was able to fluster the blond enough that his brain to mouth filter just stopped working. He could feel the heat blooming up his neck as Shouta reached backwards into the drawer on the nightstand to retrieve a bottle of lube and a condom. “I want to fill you up, Sho, please.”
That drew a blush out of Shouta, who pondered the request for only a moment before abandoning the condom on the pillows where it would be easy to reach later. Who cared about the mess, anyway? Not like these were their sheets to be stained. Shouta slipped out of his robe and grinned at his husband. “Lay back and watch the show, babe,” he whispered, spreading a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and warming it up before reaching behind himself and pressing his index finger into his entrance.
It had been a while since they’d had any sort of sex, but even longer since they’d done anal, so the stretch of the first two fingers in his ass was on the painful side of pleasure. Watching his husband prepare himself for his already half-hard cock was almost enough to make Hizashi come already. Shouta's little whimpers and soft moans as he stretched himself were music to Hizashi's ears, but the only thing that would make it better was if those sounds were because of Hizashi. Shouta grinned as he added a third finger, scissoring and twisting them to make sure he wasn't going to hurt himself.
"Looks like you don't need any help getting ready, babe." Shouta nodded to his husband's cock, now standing at full attention and twitching with excitement. "You ready to stuff me full of your cock and fill me up with your come until it drips out of me?" Hizashi let out a soft moan, the dirty talk being enough to take him from ready to aching . "You like it when you make me into your own personal come dumpster? You're the only person who's ever come inside me, did you know that? I've always been yours and I always will be, songbird."
Shouta removed his fingers from his stretched hole and squeezed a good amount of lube into his palm, letting it warm up before he gently slid his hand from tip to base on his husband’s dick, pumping a few times to properly lube him up. Hizashi let out a needy whine, his hips thrusting into Shouta’s fist involuntarily as he let himself fall backwards into the bed. "Kitten, please, I can't wait much lo-" the plea was cut off with another moan as Shouta straddled him, lining up and sliding all the way down in one fluid motion.
Finally getting what he wanted, Hizashi reached up to grab onto Shouta’s hips, helping to steady him as he adjusted to the stretch and fullness. The tight heat around his cock felt wonderful , and the way Shouta tightened reflexively around him was delicious . Shouta moaned softly, his back arching as he slowly started to move, bouncing up and down. His hands were splayed on Hizashi’s chest in front of him, the only thing keeping him from falling forward
"Mmm… fuck," Hizashi panted as Shouta picked up the pace. He could tell his husband was edging close to his second orgasm of the night, and he knew he was close, too. "Not much longer, kitten. Gonna pump you so full of my come," he continued to murmur dirty talk as Shouta rolled his hips up and down faster and faster. One final slide down and Hizashi gripped his husband’s hips tightly, holding him in place as they came in unison, both moaning louder than they could have if they'd been at home.
Shouta, unable to keep himself steady any longer, collapsed on Hizashi’s chest, breathing in happy gasps as his legs twitched in the wake of his orgasm. Hizashi pushed the fringe off of his forehead and smiled as he gently twirled a sweat soaked curl around his index finger. Shouta nuzzled against his chest, eyes closed, for a few more moments of ecstasy.
"You back yet, Sho?" Hizashi whispered, petting his hair gently as his husband nodded slowly against him. Shouta had a good amount of stamina, typically speaking, but he often slipped into a headspace that was difficult to pull him out of when they went as hard as they just had. It wasn't exactly subspace, though it was similar. "Shouta," Hizashi said a little more firmly. The dark haired man looked up at him lazily. "Color?"
Shouta grinned, blinking as the hazy look cleared from his eyes. He reached up and threaded his fingers through Hizashi’s hair. "So very green, songbird," he mumbled, shifting slowly to pull himself off of the cock still filling him up. He made an uncomfortable groan as he did, effectively opening the floodgates as he laid back on the bed, his husband's come dribbling out of his dilated hole.
~xXx~
The blond watched him, loving the way his husband looked sprawled out on the sheets with the evidence of their love-making spilling out of him. "You're a mess, kitten. What am I going to do with you?"
Shouta hummed, holding his arms out as if for a hug. He didn't need to say what he wanted, the blond already knew. Hizashi ducked down, kissing his husband sweetly. Strong arms held him in place, their chests pressed together and their limbs entangled. If he could stop time to lay like this forever, Hizashi would.
As their lips parted slowly, a string of saliva still connecting them at first, the blond hovered ever so slightly above his husband. He began peppering soft kisses down Shouta’s chest, following every dip and curve in the muscles. He thought he remembered Shouta having slightly more fat on his abdomen before he left for his tour. Perhaps he'd taken up running again. He hoped it wasn't from not eating properly.
The dark haired man underneath him giggled when his lips brushed against the soft part of his lower abdomen, where he was especially ticklish. A hand came up to push him away, but Hizashi returned, kissing again and again to make Shouta squirm and laugh. The more he moved the messier the sheets became, but Hizashi didn't care. "S-stop!" Shouta cried between laughs, a smile plastered on his face.
Hizashi paused his kissing, pondering the plea. He relented, grabbing Shouta's discarded robe to clean him up as much as possible. He grabbed the tray at the foot of the bed, suddenly realizing how famished he was. "You want some cake?" Shouta groaned a little as he sat up with a nod. For a while, they just sat on the bed beside each other, Hizashi's arms around Shouta’s shoulders as they fed each other bites of cake and fruit, taking turns sipping from the wine bottle to wash down the sweetness.
Being able to just exist with his husband was something Hizashi had hardly realized he'd missed so much while on tour. He wished that his family could come with him on tours, but Shouta had, predictably, pointed out how impractical that would be. Hitoshi required more structure than what he could get on an ever-moving tour bus. Besides, Shouta wouldn't be happy giving up his work to go on tour, even if it would mean he would get to spend more time with Hizashi.
The cakes and fruit now gone, Shouta made to stand and put the tray away. He wobbled, slightly unsteady as his knees tried to give way underneath his weight. Hizashi couldn't help the pleased hum that bubbled up from his chest. Shouta shot him a look over his shoulder.
"'M gonna clean up. Be right back," he mumbled, giving Hizashi a quick kiss before he slowly made his way to the bathroom.
Once they’d both cleaned themselves up, they removed the stained duvet from the bed and settled in once more, comfortable under just the sheets as they shared body heat. Contrary to what most would believe, Shouta was usually the clingy one in bed. Hizashi often woke up early to find his husband with all of his limbs wrapped around him, holding him in place until he carefully peeled himself out of his grasp to go pee. Hizashi wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.
It was difficult to fall asleep. Neither of them wanted to miss out on a single moment together, cherishing the precious few they’d been allowed to have for Hizashi’s birthday. However, once they finally did fall asleep, it was the best sleep either of them had had since Hizashi had left on tour.
Hizashi was the first to wake up in the morning, and for a moment he didn’t remember where he was exactly. He didn’t appear to be moving, though, so probably not on the bus, which was weird. And there was a body next to him, which was…also strange. At least, until the memories of the previous night came back to him. Shouta had come to surprise him for his birthday. Shouta was here .
Hizashi buried his face into the black curls just under his chin, breathing in his husband’s scent. He smelled like a mix of Hizashi’s shampoo and the cinnamon scented body wash he’d come to favor. This smell was home to Hizashi. If he could bottle it and smell it whenever he missed his family, he would, though he doubted that mixing the shampoo and body wash would give even a similar scent to how it smelled when mixed with Shouta’s natural body chemistry.
The shift was enough to bring Shouta to the world of the waking, though slowly. He blinked back the sleep and smiled up at Hizashi. “Good morning, kitten.” Hizashi pressed a gentle kiss into his hairline. “How do you feel?”
Shouta groaned, fully opening his eyes now. “Mornin’ ‘Zashi,” he grumbled as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm. “‘M a little sore, but not in a bad way.” He gave the blond a reassuring smile as he sat up slowly. “Wanna order room service for breakfast?”
Hizashi wrapped his arms around Shouta and pulled him back down into the soft hotel pillows. “I’d rather spend as long as possible cuddling you.” Shouta seemed content with this answer, having never been much of a breakfast person anyway, and turned to face his husband with one arm slung over Hizashi’s side. “I’ve missed you so much, Sho. You and Hitoshi are my whole world.”
Shouta looked a little misty at those words. “This is your dream, though. You’ve wanted this since I’ve known you. I’m just happy to get to share it with you.”
It was Hizashi’s turn to get misty. How in the hell did he get so lucky? Shouta was kind and caring, damn near to a fault. Most people wouldn’t want to have a family with someone who was gone for several months out of a year for work, but Shouta knew it was his dream, so he dealt with it. He pressed his lips to Shouta’s in a sweet but lazy kiss.
~xXx~
When Shouta parted his lips, inviting Hizashi into his mouth, the blond gladly accepted the invitation and began exploring his mouth with his tongue. It wasn’t long before Shouta was rolling onto his back, his legs spread as Hizashi settled between them, still kissing him deeply. Hizashi was the one to break the kiss, though only for as long as it took him to find the bottle of lube and a condom. A glance at his husband, with his kiss-swollen lips and a blush from the tips of his ears down to his chest, was all it took to take Hizashi from half hard morning wood to ready to go. He rolled the condom on with practiced ease and quickly made his way back to kissing the love of his life.
Shouta welcomed him back with open arms and open lips. His nails dug into Hizashi’s muscular back, leaving little red lines wherever they went. Hizashi was quick to pop open the lube, applying a generous amount to himself and warming up some more before he spread it between his husband’s folds. The slight chill from the lube had Shouta shivering, drawing his feet up a little to spread himself further open for Hizashi.
The blond broke their kiss in favor of leaving a trail of fresh hickies down Shouta’s neck as he pressed into him. Shouta moaned in pleasure, wrapping his legs around Hizashi until he could hook his ankles together behind the blond’s back. They each savored every moment of the slow pace Hizashi set for them. In and out, in and out.
This was making love, not fucking. The previous night had been one of passion, of needing release, of wanting. But the morning was sweet and slow, taking their time to savor every sensation. Hizashi wanted to burn the image of his husband, back arched off the mattress and hands fisted in the sheets, into his mind for safe keeping. Shouta wanted to keep the feeling of being stretched around Hizashi in his mind forever. Neither wanted this to end, but it always would. Hitoshi needed Shouta home soon, and Hizashi was needed at a concert tomorrow. The world couldn’t stop turning just for the two of them, even if it felt like it did stop sometimes when they were together.
When Shouta’s legs squeezed around him, he knew his husband was close. Their mouths found each other again as the pace picked up a little, edging them both closer until Shouta came first with a soft whine into Hizashi’s mouth. Hizashi thrust just a little bit more quickly after that, chasing his own orgasm now, until he was spilling into the condom and pulling out. He fell back on the bed beside Shouta, breathless from orgasm, and smiling at the content man beside him.
~xXx~
“Wish I could wake up like that every morning, songbird,” Shouta murmured, nuzzling up to Hizashi once the condom was discarded. Hizashi wrapped his arms around his love, holding him close and wishing he would never have to let go. For a long moment they stayed like that, until it was decided that they probably should shower and prepare to leave on their flights.
Saying goodbye was the hardest part. Standing in the airport, between their two terminals, Hizashi held Shouta close. They both had streaks of tears running down their faces, although Hizashi knew Shouta would hate for anyone to find out. He held his husband’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply, like he was trying to pour enough love into one kiss to last them another two months of separation. Shouta kissed back, desperate for more, wishing Hizashi could just get on his flight with him and go back home to Japan.
“I’ll be home before you know it, kitten. Promise. I love you.”
“I love you, too, songbird. Come back safely.”
Hizashi kissed his cheek one last time. “Tell Hitoshi I love him, too.”
“I will. He misses you, too.” Shouta was trying to pretend he wasn’t crying, but the evidence was literally on his face.
“Thank you for the best birthday ever, Sho. I love you and our family more than anything. I can’t wait to come home to you.”