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dracoqueen22a/n: Good afternoon, friends! I bring you another chapter of my cracky fic Playing with Fire. This chapter is definitely NSFW
Title: Playing with Fire
Pairings: ShinjixRenji, UraharaxIchigo, ShinjixUrahara (past)
Rating: M
Warning: afterwar, spoilers, AU-ish, boysmut, kink, foul language, OOC, crack
Description: On a surprise visit, Shinji runs into Renji and finds himself intrigued. A chase ensues.
(One)(Two)(Three)
Kisuke was waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
Lounging on his bed, wearing little more than a thin nemaki loosely belted at the waist, Kisuke was pretending to read a book while watching the door with a hawk-eye. Ichigo was going to come through it at any moment and Kisuke had a plan. Well, to be honest, Shinji had a desire and because of it Kisuke had a plan. Poor Abarai-kun needed to get laid even if he didn't know it yet.
It was win-win.
But first, Kisuke needed a little help. And in order to get that help, he had to enact his plan. Waiting on Ichigo was the first step in said plan.
The door opened and Ichigo stepped into the room, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist as he scrubbed another one over his hair. Kisuke licked his lips as Ichigo dried his hair, watching as streaks of water trailed down Ichigo's body, decorating his tanned skin. Kisuke's mouth watered, longing to trace the path with his tongue.
The towel fell around Ichigo's shoulders. “See something you like?” he asked with rare humor, eyebrow arching.
Kisuke tossed his book aside. He hadn't been interested in the first place. “You know that I do,” he said, eyes roaming over the mostly bared body across the room.
Hipbones. Never in his life had Kisuke ever thought something like hipbones could be so erotic, but seeing them just above the band of towel on Ichigo's waist made Kisuke's innards tighten with desire.
Ichigo snorted, flicking a hand through his damp, messy hair. “Pervert,” he accused, but it was more teasing than anything. A hint of red stained his cheeks.
It never ceased to amaze Kisuke. Ichigo had shared his bed for the better part of a year, but his former student still blushed that enticing shade when it came to matters of lust. It would be a forever endearing trait.
He lifted a hand, crooking a finger. “Aren't you going to join me?” Kisuke asked huskily, already planning to strip away that towel and quickly dispose of it. He imagined Ichigo stretched across his bed, completely nude with a hungry look in his brown eyes.
Even better if Kisuke managed to include an item from his box of toys beneath the bed.
“I'm not sure I should,” Ichigo replied, striding across the floor anyway, coming closer to the bed. “That look in your eyes never bodes well for me.”
Kisuke feigned hurt. “Are you saying I leave you hanging? Are you accusing me of being a selfish lover?”
Ichigo's ears turned a lovely shade of pink. “No,” he said. “I'm just saying – whoa!”
Kisuke had hooked a hand in his towel and tugged, managing to both throw Ichigo off balance enough to pull him onto the bed, and loosen said towel so it could be tossed to the floor. Ichigo grunted as he fell across the bed and Kisuke chuckled, quickly pinning the Vizard beneath him, capturing wayward wrists in his fingers.
“Caught you,” he said, one knee settling between Ichigo's thighs as he grinned rakishly down at his lover.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. “I don't remember being chased,” he retorted, but he couldn't hide the lust starting to fill his gaze.
“My dear, it is always a chase when it comes to you,” Kisuke teased, leaning down to nuzzle into Ichigo's throat, inhaling the scent of soap and the hot metal/sweet pine scent that always seemed to surround his Vizard lover. Come to think of it, Shinji had smelled like hot metal, too. Maybe it was a Vizard thing?
Ichigo shivered beneath him, his cock beginning a slow rise against Kisuke's knee. “If I let you have your way, I'd never leave the bed,” he said and tilted his head back, giving Kisuke more room to work.
His actions contradicted his words, as always. Quite adorable, his Ichigo was.
Kisuke chuckled, nibbling at an exposed throat and feeling the beat of Ichigo's pulse against his lips. “Thoroughly debauched is the look that suits you best, I must agree.”
He knew, without having to look, that Ichigo was rolling his eyes. “Pervert.”
“You're repeating yourself,” Kisuke said, and transferred both of Ichigo's wrists to one grip.
It was only a light hold, one that his younger and much stronger no doubt, though Kisuke would never admit so aloud lover could easily break. But it was more the illusion of being restrained than the actual shackles. Ichigo expended so much effort becoming a man who was strong and unbeatable that he enjoyed chances to surrender. And Kisuke quite enjoyed being that impetus.
Ichigo's answer was a low groan and an enticing roll of his body, hips arching toward Kisuke's leg in search of friction. “And you're wasting too much time with conversation,” he retorted.
“Perhaps my conversation has a point,” Kisuke suggested, his hand roaming to Ichigo's chest, rubbing a teasing palm over the flat discs of Ichigo's nipples.
His lover shuddered, giving him a darkly seductive look. “A point?”
“One might even say I'm asking for a favor,” Kisuke added, his hand sliding down to grasp Ichigo's hip, holding him in place for a steady, sizzling grind that made shivers dance down Kisuke's spine.
Ichigo's eyes narrowed. “What sort of favor?” he asked, voice barely above a growl, his wrists twitching in Kisuke's hold.
“It's not for me of course,” Kisuke quickly said, and his teeth traced an uneven path over Ichigo's collarbone, tongue flicking over sensitive skin. “It's on behalf of someone else.”
Ichigo's lower half rocked upward to meet Kisuke's downward motions, so that they moved in perfect synchronization, hard cocks rubbing together. “Who?” The suspicion was obvious in Ichigo's voice.
Kisuke lifted his head, meeting his lover's gaze. “Now, Ichigo, don't take that tone with me. I solemnly swear that no one is going to get hurt.”
“You're definition of 'hurt' varies greatly from the rest of the world,” Ichigo countered, and his tongue swept over his lips, moistening them. “Now quit teasing and do something, bastard.”
“But I've not asked my favor yet.”
A low growl echoed in Ichigo's throat, skin flushing with arousal. “Then get it out already, damn it.”
Kisuke chuckled to himself, loosing his hold on Ichigo's wrists to sit back and drag his hands down his lover's side. His fingers tickled over the faint outline of ribs and his hands cradled Ichigo's hips. An angry, flushed arousal came into view, and Kisuke scooted down lower, breathing warm air over Ichigo's cock. A strangled sound vibrated from Ichigo's throat.
“A certain acquaintance of ours,” Kisuke began slowly, teasing Ichigo with his proximity and doing nothing more than puffing warm air over the leaking cock before him, “has his eyes on a certain prize, and would like our help or at least no interference from us in order to obtain said prize.”
Ichigo made a noise that could have been confusion or perhaps general wariness. “What kind of help?”
“Well, you just let me worry about that,” Kisuke replied, and his tongue flitted out, lapping briefly over the head of Ichigo's cock. “All I want to know is: are you in?” He closed his lips around the head, sucking gently and causing Ichigo to arch off the bed.
The Vizard cried out, a mix of curses and Kisuke's name, immediately followed by a throaty groan. He licked his lips, one hand twisting in the covers, the other finding home in blond hair, giving it a sharp tug.
“Who – ahh, gods – is the prize?” Ichigo demanded around a gasp as Kisuke took more of the thick length into his mouth, lips and tongue sliding skillfully down.
Kisuke performed a lewd slurp that had Ichigo arching his back. He let Ichigo's cock slip from his mouth. “Abarai-kun,” he replied, licking his lips as he crawled back up Ichigo's body, wanting a taste of Ichigo's mouth.
Ichigo, predictably, turned red, though his hips bucked up in search of a warm touch. “Renji?” he demanded, a mixture of shock and outrage. “You can't be ser--”
They kissed, tongues tangling together and Kisuke's hand slipped above Ichigo, diving under the pillow for one of the many stashes of lube he had all over the place. He'd long since learned to keep them available, because one never knew when the opportunity might arise to bend one's lover over the nearest piece of furniture.
“Oh, but I am,” Kisuke said as he nibbled at a strong jawline and wandered beyond it, tonguing at Ichigo's ear, which never failed to make his younger lover breathe a little faster. His hand returned triumphant with the lube and Kisuke sat back on his heels, taking a moment to enjoy the sight splayed out in front of him.
Ichigo flushed, starting to sweat a little. Hard and wanting. Eyes dark with desire and surprise. Lips wet from being kissed. He looked steps away from debauched, and Kisuke couldn't wait to finish what he'd started.
“You're talking about Shinji, aren't you?” Ichigo demanded, failing to lose his bluster even when aroused to the point of leaking. “Damn it! Now I've got images!”
Kisuke chuckled and squirted lube over his hands. One went for Ichigo's cock, giving it a light tug that made Ichigo's body twist erotically. The other went lower, two fingers circling Ichigo's muscled ring before plunging inside.
“They can't be bad images,” Kisuke surmised aloud, watching as Ichigo gripped the blanket, twisting it in his fingers. He was starting to pant now, skin flushing a wonderfully aroused color. “They are both good-looking men.” He let go of Ichigo's cock, much to the Vizard's annoyance, but only long enough for Kisuke to slick himself. He was so hard he was leaking; Ichigo just had that effect on him.
“Well, yeah, but fuck! it's Renji!” Ichigo argued and then moaned as Kisuke curled his fingers, rubbing them over the place that surely made Ichigo see stars. “Gah, stop teasing and fuck me already!”
Kisuke clucked his tongue, both hands settling on Ichigo's hips as he positioned himself. “Such a foul mouth. I know you were raised better than that.”
“We are not talking about my parents right now.”
“Of course not. It would hardly be appropriate,” Kisuke replied cheerfully and started pushing slowly, a gasp escaping his lips as he slid into Ichigo's tight heat, muscles clenching around his shaft.
Ichigo moaned lowly. “Like you have any idea what's appropriate,” he retorted on the end of a gasp.
“Mah, Ichigo, I'm hurt.” Kisuke sucked in a breath, his fingers flexing on Ichigo's hips. “I thought you loved me.”
“I'd love you a lot more if you'd just move!”
“Your wish is my command.”
So Kisuke did, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in, a little faster, a little harder. Each motion driving a noise from Ichigo's lips that only increased Kisuke's arousal. He could already feel the heat rising in the room, the sweat starting to trickle down his back. His insides twisted with need and watching Ichigo only made that worse.
Reserved at first, Ichigo had finally learned to let himself go. To ask or demand things, to take matters into his own hands. And there was nothing that turned Kisuke on more than to watch Ichigo go after what he wanted. To be the focus of that determination... Kisuke shivered. It was damned erotic stuff.
Ichigo rocked up to meet each thrust and Kisuke drove into him harder and harder until Ichigo reached up, bracing himself against the wall to push down against Kisuke. The bed better suited for playtime than a mere futon creaked ominously, but it wouldn't be the first time it had to stand under such an onslaught.
“Touch yourself,” Kisuke gasped, wanting to see it so badly. To watch Ichigo wrap fingers around his cock and pull. “Let me watch.”
“Pervert,” Ichigo accused, eyes half-lidded and drenched with desire. Sweat coating his hairline, dripping down the side of his face.
But he did it anyway. Left one hand to brace himself and lifted the other to his mouth. In front of Kisuke's eyes he licked his palm, long and wet laps of his tongue that went straight to Kisuke's groin with shocks of electricity. With the slick Kisuke used earlier, it wasn't necessary, but he'd be damned if he'd tell Ichigo that. It was too erotic to watch.
Ichigo pulled his hand away from his mouth, licking his lips erotically, and then reached downward. “Like this?” he asked in a husky voice, knowing good and well that Kisuke was watching him like a hawk.
Spit-slick fingers wrapped around his cock and started a slow, steady stroke. Kisuke groaned, his hips snapping forward as he slammed into Ichigo.
“You're killing me,” he complained, but he didn't stop watching as Ichigo worked himself with skilled twists of his hand, fingers teasing at the leaking head of his cock.
Ichigo's tongue swept over his lips. “You asked for it,” he said, and followed his taunt with a groan of pleasure. Muscles rippled around Kisuke's cock, dragging him down a path of absolute bliss.
All retorts died on the tip of Kisuke's tongue as his insides twisted and fire sparked through his veins. It was one, maybe two more thrusts, and he moaned as he was pulled into a climax, spilling himself inside Ichigo. He sucked in a breath, surrendering to sensation, and quickly added his fingers to Ichigo's, their combined grip rapidly bringing Ichigo to a fast release.
Grinning, Kisuke shifted until he slid out of Ichigo and then leaned forward, bringing their lips together for a wet kiss. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest as he sucked on Ichigo's lower lip.
“What do you say?” Kisuke asked against Ichigo's lips, his hand creeping across Ichigo's abdomen as he considered round two. “You going to help me with that favor?”
Ichigo grabbed his hand by the wrist, forcing Kisuke to meet his eyes. “I guess that's what all that stuff at dinner meant.”
“In a way.” Kisuke chuckled and nuzzled into Ichigo's throat, breathing deeply of his lover's familiar scent. “And you know poor Abarai-kun is going through a terrible dry spell.”
“We're not cupid.”
“No. We're more like... wish fairies.”
Ichigo made a disgusted face and then burst into laughter. “Don't you ever say that again. That's just... no. Don't do it.” He shook his head and then sighed. “But yeah, okay, whatever. I won't get in the way.”
Kisuke raised a brow. “But you're not going to help?”
The grip on Kisuke's wrist tightened, dragging his hand up toward Ichigo's lips. “Do I look like I care about Renji's sex life?” he asked, tongue slipping out to dart against Kisuke's come-covered finger.
Kisuke's breath hitched. “What's your point?”
“I'd rather you worry more about what I'm going to do next,” Ichigo replied, and his tongue traced the length of Kisuke's finger. “I won't get in your way, but if you need someone to push them in a closet and lock the door, it's not going to be me.”
Kisuke laughed. “You know,” he said thoughtfully. “That's not actually a bad ide – whoa!”
It was his turn to be startled as Ichigo suddenly surged upward and exchanged their positions as though it were the easiest thing to do. “Now,” Ichigo said, with dark intent in his eyes as he nudged a knee between Kisuke's legs. “It's my turn to ask for a favor.”
Kisuke could hardly contain his glee, and all thoughts of Shinji and Abarai-kun floated neatly from his mind.
* * * * a/n: I just can't resist the UraIchi. No, I can't. I do hope you enjoyed!
Feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Title: Playing with Fire
Pairings: ShinjixRenji, UraharaxIchigo, ShinjixUrahara (past)
Rating: M
Warning: afterwar, spoilers, AU-ish, boysmut, kink, foul language, OOC, crack
Description: On a surprise visit, Shinji runs into Renji and finds himself intrigued. A chase ensues.
(One)(Two)(Three)
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Chapter Two.Five: Interlude One: Request for Aid
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Chapter Two.Five: Interlude One: Request for Aid
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Kisuke was waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
Lounging on his bed, wearing little more than a thin nemaki loosely belted at the waist, Kisuke was pretending to read a book while watching the door with a hawk-eye. Ichigo was going to come through it at any moment and Kisuke had a plan. Well, to be honest, Shinji had a desire and because of it Kisuke had a plan. Poor Abarai-kun needed to get laid even if he didn't know it yet.
It was win-win.
But first, Kisuke needed a little help. And in order to get that help, he had to enact his plan. Waiting on Ichigo was the first step in said plan.
The door opened and Ichigo stepped into the room, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist as he scrubbed another one over his hair. Kisuke licked his lips as Ichigo dried his hair, watching as streaks of water trailed down Ichigo's body, decorating his tanned skin. Kisuke's mouth watered, longing to trace the path with his tongue.
The towel fell around Ichigo's shoulders. “See something you like?” he asked with rare humor, eyebrow arching.
Kisuke tossed his book aside. He hadn't been interested in the first place. “You know that I do,” he said, eyes roaming over the mostly bared body across the room.
Hipbones. Never in his life had Kisuke ever thought something like hipbones could be so erotic, but seeing them just above the band of towel on Ichigo's waist made Kisuke's innards tighten with desire.
Ichigo snorted, flicking a hand through his damp, messy hair. “Pervert,” he accused, but it was more teasing than anything. A hint of red stained his cheeks.
It never ceased to amaze Kisuke. Ichigo had shared his bed for the better part of a year, but his former student still blushed that enticing shade when it came to matters of lust. It would be a forever endearing trait.
He lifted a hand, crooking a finger. “Aren't you going to join me?” Kisuke asked huskily, already planning to strip away that towel and quickly dispose of it. He imagined Ichigo stretched across his bed, completely nude with a hungry look in his brown eyes.
Even better if Kisuke managed to include an item from his box of toys beneath the bed.
“I'm not sure I should,” Ichigo replied, striding across the floor anyway, coming closer to the bed. “That look in your eyes never bodes well for me.”
Kisuke feigned hurt. “Are you saying I leave you hanging? Are you accusing me of being a selfish lover?”
Ichigo's ears turned a lovely shade of pink. “No,” he said. “I'm just saying – whoa!”
Kisuke had hooked a hand in his towel and tugged, managing to both throw Ichigo off balance enough to pull him onto the bed, and loosen said towel so it could be tossed to the floor. Ichigo grunted as he fell across the bed and Kisuke chuckled, quickly pinning the Vizard beneath him, capturing wayward wrists in his fingers.
“Caught you,” he said, one knee settling between Ichigo's thighs as he grinned rakishly down at his lover.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. “I don't remember being chased,” he retorted, but he couldn't hide the lust starting to fill his gaze.
“My dear, it is always a chase when it comes to you,” Kisuke teased, leaning down to nuzzle into Ichigo's throat, inhaling the scent of soap and the hot metal/sweet pine scent that always seemed to surround his Vizard lover. Come to think of it, Shinji had smelled like hot metal, too. Maybe it was a Vizard thing?
Ichigo shivered beneath him, his cock beginning a slow rise against Kisuke's knee. “If I let you have your way, I'd never leave the bed,” he said and tilted his head back, giving Kisuke more room to work.
His actions contradicted his words, as always. Quite adorable, his Ichigo was.
Kisuke chuckled, nibbling at an exposed throat and feeling the beat of Ichigo's pulse against his lips. “Thoroughly debauched is the look that suits you best, I must agree.”
He knew, without having to look, that Ichigo was rolling his eyes. “Pervert.”
“You're repeating yourself,” Kisuke said, and transferred both of Ichigo's wrists to one grip.
It was only a light hold, one that his younger and much stronger no doubt, though Kisuke would never admit so aloud lover could easily break. But it was more the illusion of being restrained than the actual shackles. Ichigo expended so much effort becoming a man who was strong and unbeatable that he enjoyed chances to surrender. And Kisuke quite enjoyed being that impetus.
Ichigo's answer was a low groan and an enticing roll of his body, hips arching toward Kisuke's leg in search of friction. “And you're wasting too much time with conversation,” he retorted.
“Perhaps my conversation has a point,” Kisuke suggested, his hand roaming to Ichigo's chest, rubbing a teasing palm over the flat discs of Ichigo's nipples.
His lover shuddered, giving him a darkly seductive look. “A point?”
“One might even say I'm asking for a favor,” Kisuke added, his hand sliding down to grasp Ichigo's hip, holding him in place for a steady, sizzling grind that made shivers dance down Kisuke's spine.
Ichigo's eyes narrowed. “What sort of favor?” he asked, voice barely above a growl, his wrists twitching in Kisuke's hold.
“It's not for me of course,” Kisuke quickly said, and his teeth traced an uneven path over Ichigo's collarbone, tongue flicking over sensitive skin. “It's on behalf of someone else.”
Ichigo's lower half rocked upward to meet Kisuke's downward motions, so that they moved in perfect synchronization, hard cocks rubbing together. “Who?” The suspicion was obvious in Ichigo's voice.
Kisuke lifted his head, meeting his lover's gaze. “Now, Ichigo, don't take that tone with me. I solemnly swear that no one is going to get hurt.”
“You're definition of 'hurt' varies greatly from the rest of the world,” Ichigo countered, and his tongue swept over his lips, moistening them. “Now quit teasing and do something, bastard.”
“But I've not asked my favor yet.”
A low growl echoed in Ichigo's throat, skin flushing with arousal. “Then get it out already, damn it.”
Kisuke chuckled to himself, loosing his hold on Ichigo's wrists to sit back and drag his hands down his lover's side. His fingers tickled over the faint outline of ribs and his hands cradled Ichigo's hips. An angry, flushed arousal came into view, and Kisuke scooted down lower, breathing warm air over Ichigo's cock. A strangled sound vibrated from Ichigo's throat.
“A certain acquaintance of ours,” Kisuke began slowly, teasing Ichigo with his proximity and doing nothing more than puffing warm air over the leaking cock before him, “has his eyes on a certain prize, and would like our help or at least no interference from us in order to obtain said prize.”
Ichigo made a noise that could have been confusion or perhaps general wariness. “What kind of help?”
“Well, you just let me worry about that,” Kisuke replied, and his tongue flitted out, lapping briefly over the head of Ichigo's cock. “All I want to know is: are you in?” He closed his lips around the head, sucking gently and causing Ichigo to arch off the bed.
The Vizard cried out, a mix of curses and Kisuke's name, immediately followed by a throaty groan. He licked his lips, one hand twisting in the covers, the other finding home in blond hair, giving it a sharp tug.
“Who – ahh, gods – is the prize?” Ichigo demanded around a gasp as Kisuke took more of the thick length into his mouth, lips and tongue sliding skillfully down.
Kisuke performed a lewd slurp that had Ichigo arching his back. He let Ichigo's cock slip from his mouth. “Abarai-kun,” he replied, licking his lips as he crawled back up Ichigo's body, wanting a taste of Ichigo's mouth.
Ichigo, predictably, turned red, though his hips bucked up in search of a warm touch. “Renji?” he demanded, a mixture of shock and outrage. “You can't be ser--”
They kissed, tongues tangling together and Kisuke's hand slipped above Ichigo, diving under the pillow for one of the many stashes of lube he had all over the place. He'd long since learned to keep them available, because one never knew when the opportunity might arise to bend one's lover over the nearest piece of furniture.
“Oh, but I am,” Kisuke said as he nibbled at a strong jawline and wandered beyond it, tonguing at Ichigo's ear, which never failed to make his younger lover breathe a little faster. His hand returned triumphant with the lube and Kisuke sat back on his heels, taking a moment to enjoy the sight splayed out in front of him.
Ichigo flushed, starting to sweat a little. Hard and wanting. Eyes dark with desire and surprise. Lips wet from being kissed. He looked steps away from debauched, and Kisuke couldn't wait to finish what he'd started.
“You're talking about Shinji, aren't you?” Ichigo demanded, failing to lose his bluster even when aroused to the point of leaking. “Damn it! Now I've got images!”
Kisuke chuckled and squirted lube over his hands. One went for Ichigo's cock, giving it a light tug that made Ichigo's body twist erotically. The other went lower, two fingers circling Ichigo's muscled ring before plunging inside.
“They can't be bad images,” Kisuke surmised aloud, watching as Ichigo gripped the blanket, twisting it in his fingers. He was starting to pant now, skin flushing a wonderfully aroused color. “They are both good-looking men.” He let go of Ichigo's cock, much to the Vizard's annoyance, but only long enough for Kisuke to slick himself. He was so hard he was leaking; Ichigo just had that effect on him.
“Well, yeah, but fuck! it's Renji!” Ichigo argued and then moaned as Kisuke curled his fingers, rubbing them over the place that surely made Ichigo see stars. “Gah, stop teasing and fuck me already!”
Kisuke clucked his tongue, both hands settling on Ichigo's hips as he positioned himself. “Such a foul mouth. I know you were raised better than that.”
“We are not talking about my parents right now.”
“Of course not. It would hardly be appropriate,” Kisuke replied cheerfully and started pushing slowly, a gasp escaping his lips as he slid into Ichigo's tight heat, muscles clenching around his shaft.
Ichigo moaned lowly. “Like you have any idea what's appropriate,” he retorted on the end of a gasp.
“Mah, Ichigo, I'm hurt.” Kisuke sucked in a breath, his fingers flexing on Ichigo's hips. “I thought you loved me.”
“I'd love you a lot more if you'd just move!”
“Your wish is my command.”
So Kisuke did, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in, a little faster, a little harder. Each motion driving a noise from Ichigo's lips that only increased Kisuke's arousal. He could already feel the heat rising in the room, the sweat starting to trickle down his back. His insides twisted with need and watching Ichigo only made that worse.
Reserved at first, Ichigo had finally learned to let himself go. To ask or demand things, to take matters into his own hands. And there was nothing that turned Kisuke on more than to watch Ichigo go after what he wanted. To be the focus of that determination... Kisuke shivered. It was damned erotic stuff.
Ichigo rocked up to meet each thrust and Kisuke drove into him harder and harder until Ichigo reached up, bracing himself against the wall to push down against Kisuke. The bed better suited for playtime than a mere futon creaked ominously, but it wouldn't be the first time it had to stand under such an onslaught.
“Touch yourself,” Kisuke gasped, wanting to see it so badly. To watch Ichigo wrap fingers around his cock and pull. “Let me watch.”
“Pervert,” Ichigo accused, eyes half-lidded and drenched with desire. Sweat coating his hairline, dripping down the side of his face.
But he did it anyway. Left one hand to brace himself and lifted the other to his mouth. In front of Kisuke's eyes he licked his palm, long and wet laps of his tongue that went straight to Kisuke's groin with shocks of electricity. With the slick Kisuke used earlier, it wasn't necessary, but he'd be damned if he'd tell Ichigo that. It was too erotic to watch.
Ichigo pulled his hand away from his mouth, licking his lips erotically, and then reached downward. “Like this?” he asked in a husky voice, knowing good and well that Kisuke was watching him like a hawk.
Spit-slick fingers wrapped around his cock and started a slow, steady stroke. Kisuke groaned, his hips snapping forward as he slammed into Ichigo.
“You're killing me,” he complained, but he didn't stop watching as Ichigo worked himself with skilled twists of his hand, fingers teasing at the leaking head of his cock.
Ichigo's tongue swept over his lips. “You asked for it,” he said, and followed his taunt with a groan of pleasure. Muscles rippled around Kisuke's cock, dragging him down a path of absolute bliss.
All retorts died on the tip of Kisuke's tongue as his insides twisted and fire sparked through his veins. It was one, maybe two more thrusts, and he moaned as he was pulled into a climax, spilling himself inside Ichigo. He sucked in a breath, surrendering to sensation, and quickly added his fingers to Ichigo's, their combined grip rapidly bringing Ichigo to a fast release.
Grinning, Kisuke shifted until he slid out of Ichigo and then leaned forward, bringing their lips together for a wet kiss. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest as he sucked on Ichigo's lower lip.
“What do you say?” Kisuke asked against Ichigo's lips, his hand creeping across Ichigo's abdomen as he considered round two. “You going to help me with that favor?”
Ichigo grabbed his hand by the wrist, forcing Kisuke to meet his eyes. “I guess that's what all that stuff at dinner meant.”
“In a way.” Kisuke chuckled and nuzzled into Ichigo's throat, breathing deeply of his lover's familiar scent. “And you know poor Abarai-kun is going through a terrible dry spell.”
“We're not cupid.”
“No. We're more like... wish fairies.”
Ichigo made a disgusted face and then burst into laughter. “Don't you ever say that again. That's just... no. Don't do it.” He shook his head and then sighed. “But yeah, okay, whatever. I won't get in the way.”
Kisuke raised a brow. “But you're not going to help?”
The grip on Kisuke's wrist tightened, dragging his hand up toward Ichigo's lips. “Do I look like I care about Renji's sex life?” he asked, tongue slipping out to dart against Kisuke's come-covered finger.
Kisuke's breath hitched. “What's your point?”
“I'd rather you worry more about what I'm going to do next,” Ichigo replied, and his tongue traced the length of Kisuke's finger. “I won't get in your way, but if you need someone to push them in a closet and lock the door, it's not going to be me.”
Kisuke laughed. “You know,” he said thoughtfully. “That's not actually a bad ide – whoa!”
It was his turn to be startled as Ichigo suddenly surged upward and exchanged their positions as though it were the easiest thing to do. “Now,” Ichigo said, with dark intent in his eyes as he nudged a knee between Kisuke's legs. “It's my turn to ask for a favor.”
Kisuke could hardly contain his glee, and all thoughts of Shinji and Abarai-kun floated neatly from his mind.
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