Make some noise

"Come on in, babe!" Hizashi's voice sounded oddly muffled.

"Okay..." Elly flicked on the bedroom light, wondering what he had come up with to surprise her now. He was so smart, yet had such a goofy sense of humor she never knew what she would come home to.

She definitely wasn't expecting what she saw tonight.

Her boyfriend was laying there on the bed, a blanket covering his top half so his hips stuck out. He was nude except for a leather thong and his Present Mic sunglasses.

The sunglasses were, of course, <i>not</i> on his face, as that was hidden from sight.

His groin was shaved and neatly waxed, the blond curls trimmed to mimick his trademark pointed mustache. He'd set his sunglasses above and the thong sort of looked like his jacket.

"Oh, my god... <i>Zashi</i>." She clapped a hand over her mouth, unable to hold back the laughter that burst from her at the sight.

"Who's that?" She had been teaching him to throw his voice, and he used what little skill he had to move it down there. "No, no, baby, it's Mikey!" He bobbed his hips around, wiggling his penis about in an enthusiastic fashion.

Elly collapsed at the foot of the bed, giggling uncontrollably. "This - now <i>this</i> beats it all. It really does."

Hizashi hummed seductively. "What was that I heard about beating?" The leather at his groin twitched.

"Not that kind of beating!"

"Aww." He flopped down and it fell heavily against his thigh.

"Wh - what are you going for here, sweetie?" Her lips were still quirking up in a smile, and the laughter hadn't left her voice.

"Mikey wants a kiss." He sounded hopeful.

"Ohhhh, is <i>that</i> what Mikey wants?" She sat at the edge and bent, softly kissing the leather-covered tip. He groaned, and his member stiffened, tugging on the material and filling it completely. "Was that it?" She asked innocently.

Hizashi pouted under the blanket before he realized she couldn't see him. He shook his hips back and forth in a "no" gesture. "Nuh uh, you didn't really kiss me."

"So you want me to take your, uh... jacket off?" She ran a finger up the now fully firmed shift, admiring the soft leather.

"Uh huh."

"All right, careful then." She peeled it off and he sighed happily.

Elly paused.

Stared harder than she ever had in her life.

"Hizashi Yamada, is that a cock ring shaped like your <i>neck speaker</i>?"

He finally lost control. The blanket went sailing to the floor as he cackled maniacally, revealing his flushed face and some sweaty strands of hair that had fallen loose from his ponytail clinging to his neck. "Ha! Ya like it?! I got it custom made, just for us."

"I can't believe you," she chuckled. "You - ah, hell. I love you."

He grinned hugely as she tgrew her arms around him. "Babe, you don't even know the half of it yet. I <i>really</i> had it custom made."

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Let's get you undressed and I'll show ya, hmm?"

Once her clothing was off he embraced her with a tender kiss. "Mmm, you feel great. Can I?"

"Please," she breathed, raising her legs to wrap around his middle.

Hizashi entered her with a moan, shivering at her heat and the tightness of her sex. He then smiled and licked his lips, staring down at the junction where their bodies met. "You ready for a treat?"

"What kind of treat?"

He chuckled wickedly and directed a low hum at the ring. His Voice was controllable at short distances without his gear, so he hit it perfectly. (Not to mention that he'd been practicing.) The ring amplified his quirk like his larger speakers did but to a lesser degree. But with his member firmly inside her it rested directly above her sex.

She jolted stiffly in his arms, her eyes wide and a cry torn from her throat. "<i>Ohmigod</i>!"

"Now for the best part," he sighed. He began to move, using his quirk on her throat and lips to tease her with those over-the-top kisses and now and again directing a hum at the ring while he thrust. The stimulation was so intense that she was writhing under him, eyes rolled back in her head and hands digging into the sheets on either side of her.

"Babe, you look gorgeously fucked. So lewd," he gasped, shivering. "You're even <i>drooling</i>." He lapped at a corner of her mouth while she whimpered. "And a cock ring means I'll stay harder much longer, my love. I'll... oh, oh shit <i>yeah</i>. I'll, ah, fuck you right through your whole orgasm."

Elly wept as she clung to him, bucking to meet him and her mind focused solely on his movements. It felt wonderful to lose herself like this and leave everything to him. She trusted him. He would take care of her.

"Yeah, baby, rock those hips. Yeah. Oh, <i>yeah</i>. Mikey <i>likes</i>." He growled like a beast, the reverberating sounds tingling down her entire body.

"Mic!"

"Huh? Ohhh. Oh ho ho ho, now. <i>There</i> we go. I broke the baby." He tossed his ponytail back and laughed gleefully up at the ceiling. "Went feral, did we darlin'? My baby got a crush on Present Mic, who d'ya think is loving you now, hmm?"

She bit her lip, trying to stave off the pathetically weak mews that wanted to break free.

Hizashi slowed down teasingly. "Don't hold back! You know I want to hear those pretty cries. C'mon, for me?" A soft miaow made him smile. "Good kitty. Now hold on, I'm getting real close."

She nodded, eyes dazed.

He took a deep, even breath and threw himself back into their lovemaking with far more zeal than before. That was it for Elly. The pleasure within her swelled and broke free like a torrential wave, bursting all over her body and causing little shocks as it went. She curled her toes and rode it out, her senses lost to everything but the joy and feeling of him all around and inside her. Hizashi held her tight and kept at it as he'd promised, loving her all the way through.

"Oh. Oh, wow. Eek! Zashi, oh Zashi -"

"I know, babe, sensitive. I'm... just a little bit more, and I'm gonna -"

She kissed his ear and nibbled when his strokes faltered. This was one of his sensitive parts, and she blew gently into the lower half of the shell, praising him. "You're so good, honey, you made me come so hard."

"Erk!" He choked, squeezing his eyes shut. "Baby..!"

"I love you. Give it to me, Zashi."

"Look out," he gasped. "It - it's a <i>lot</i>, I'm <i>coming</i>." He dropped his forehead to hers and moaned outrageously loud, causing the windows to rattle. "Nmm! Aaahhh, god, yeahhhh."

"Whew."

"I'll say." He blew out a gust of air that flicked a straggly blond hair off his face. "That was something, huh?"

"You could definitely say that." She purred and kissed him on the lips.

"Ugh. I gotta take this thing off now. Err... uh oh. How do I..? I'm still, uh, hard, and, uh."

"Relax," she soothed him. "You just need to calm down a bit. It'll come off."

"It better. Can you imagine having to go to Recovery Girl with <i>this</i>?"

"You'd go to Chiyo?!"

"Babe, it's like, super late. Otherwise we'd end up in the ER, and no way I'm letting them see this. At least the old lady can keep her mouth shut."

"I'm sure it will come off, sweetie."

Eventually, it did, though not after Hizashi had panicked and squirted half a bottle of lube on himself in a last ditch effort to slide the thing off. Their sheets were not spared a last, finishing touch of mess as they got splattered.

Hizashi stared first at the sheets, and then at Elly rather sheepishly. "Uh... sorry."

She sighed. "Just help me put them in the laundry."

"You're not angry? I should've gone in the bathroom."

"Nope," she said cheerfully. "You've punished yourself far enough. Just wait until <i>that</i> -" she pointed at his groin mustache, "starts growing back in again!"

His face registered genuine alarm, as if he hadn't thought about that until just now. He started to sweat but said nothing, just toddled off to the laundry room with his arms full.

Elly hid a smile as she went to get fresh sheets from the linen closet.