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dracoqueen22a/n: Porn for your enjoyment! Bear in mind that this is 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)(Two.Five)(Three)(Three.Five)
Kisuke laughed as Shinji slammed him into the wall, their bodies colliding and tongues tangling. Shinji tasted like sake and candy and his tongue pushed wetly into Kisuke's mouth, trying to lay claim. The kiss was sloppy, considering that both of them were laughing like morons, stumbling unsteadily down the hall.
“Key,” Kisuke asked against Shinji's lips, one hand inching across the wall toward the door to Shinji's room. His place didn't have young eyes like the shoten, thus the reason they met here as opposed to Kisuke's place.
Shinji's lips left his, focusing on the hollow of his ear, breathing hotly and making Kisuke shiver. “Don't need one,” he said, his hand winnowing between their bodies to press a palm to the bulge in Kisuke's hakama.
“You ought to lock it,” Kisuke said, reaching behind him and turning the knob, spilling the two blonds into the bedroom. “Hiyori's got sticky fingers.”
Shinji laughed as they crashed to the ground and he landed on top of Kisuke with an oomph, not that it stopped their mad groping. “I know. S'why I put the really valuable things somewhere else.”
That didn't make much sense to Kisuke, but whatever. He was more interested in the warm and willing body above him. He tangled one hand in Shinji's hair and dragged the Vizard down for a steamy kiss, their teeth knocking together and making both of them laugh. But even that quickly became a moan as Shinji shifted his hips just right, bringing their groins into contact.
Kisuke moaned; Shinji all but whimpered.
“Bed,” Kisuke gasped, because as much he'd like to go at it right there on the floor, they weren't getting any younger and rug burns just weren't as adventurous as they used to be.
Shinji made a noise of agreement and they forced themselves to untangle, Shinji getting up first and hauling Kisuke to his feet. They swayed where they stood, Shinji drunkenly giggling of all things, and Kisuke got a good handful of Shinji's hair, dragging him in for another kiss. Their bodies collided as Shinji curled an arm around Kisuke's waist, pulling them together on purpose, his hips pushing against Kisuke's in a delicious, eager grind.
Heat danced down Kisuke's spine as Shinji panted against his lips. If they weren't careful, then Kisuke was going to come right here, dirtying his clothes and putting an early end to things. He was too sloshed to try for a second round.
Shinji's mouth wandered from his lips to his chin, nibbling a noticeable path. He breathed hot and heavy in Kisuke's ear, one hand sliding between them to dive under the edge of Kisuke's shirt and splay fingers over his abdomen. Kisuke hummed in appreciation, even more so when Shinji pushed his palm upward, fingers finding and twisting a nipple.
Kisuke's back arched and he gasped, rocking his hips against Shinji's. He wanted more than this; there was too much clothing. He said as much, panting out the words as he licked his lips.
Shinji sucked Kisuke's earlobe between his teeth, tonguing it mercilessly. “Then help me undress, partner,” he replied.
“You'll have to let go of me for that to happen.”
“Ya first.”
Kisuke rolled his eyes. It was a wonder they accomplished anything, as stubborn as they were.
He forced them apart and grabbed Shinji's shirt, tugging it over the Vizard's head. It was dropped carelessly to the ground as he reached for Shinji's belt and slacks. Desire gleamed in brown eyes as Shinji breathed heavily, reaching past Kisuke to grope at the shopkeeper's clothes as well. Their limbs tangled, creating more confusion than help, but at last, their clothes were a pile on the floor.
Kisuke grabbed Shinji and they stumbled to the bed, the Vizard tripping on a stray sock at the last minute and crashing down with a noticeable bounce in the mattress. Kisuke raised an approving brow.
“An actual mattress,” he said, bouncing them again just to get the full sensation. “This is new.”
Shinji dragged a hand down Kisuke's bare back, blunt nails causing a visible score that made Kisuke shiver. “It's sturdier, yeah?” he replied and craned his neck upward, latching lips and tongue on Kisuke's bared throat.
Straddling Shinji's hips, Kisuke found he rather liked their current position. He reached for Shinji's arms, sliding his hands up their length until his fingers encircled Shinji's wrists.
“Sturdy is a good thing,” Kisuke murmured and grinned when he saw the neck tie that Shinji had carelessly slung over the headboard. Like begging for Kisuke to make use of it. And hell yes, there was an idea.
He leaned over Shinji to snatch up the neck tie and yelped when Shinji reached up with talented lips, latching them onto Kisuke's nipple. A buzz of heat rippled down Kisuke's spine as Shinji teased him with teeth and tongue, providing a pleasurable distraction. His hips danced a merry rhythm atop Shinji's and Kisuke forced himself back on track. He grabbed the tie, and had it wound about Shinji's wrists and the headboard within a matter of seconds. Success!
“Oy, Kisuke. What th' hell are ya doin'?” Shinji asked, not sounding angry, just surprised as he gave a tug to his wrists, eyes rolling up to stare at Kisuke's handiwork.
One hand slid under the pillow, grabbing the tube of lube that they always kept stashed there. Scooting back down, Kisuke let his hands drag down Shinji's side, his thumbs sweeping over Shinji's ribs. “What's it look like I'm doing?” he replied cheekily and let his hands wander lower, concentrating on a knobby hipbone that was practically calling to his mouth. He wanted to nibble on it.
“Coulda asked first,” Shinji said, almost sulkily. But judging by the erection that kept bumping into Kisuke, he wasn't bothered by it.
Shifting down further, until he settled between Shinji's legs and could let his mouth roam as he pleased, Kisuke grinned. “I figured it was easier to seek forgiveness – after a mind-blowing blowjob by the way – than to ask permission.”
Besides, it was only fair. Shinji had the startling habit of whipping out all sorts of restraints on Kisuke without any warning whatsoever. He still had some lingering bruises on his ankles to prove it. Also, if Shinji so wished, he could snap the thin fabric of his necktie with a good jerk of his wrists.
Lust darkened Shinji's eyes at the promise of a blow job and he pushed his hips toward Kisuke. “Then by all means,” he said huskily, sliding the inside of his leg against Kisuke's hips. “Hop to it.”
Rolling his eyes, Kisuke set to it, first dragging his fingers down the rigid length and watching Shinji shiver. Such an erotic motion, really. He flicked his tongue over the leaking head, nibbled on the crown a bit, dragged his fingers down Shinji's legs, let his hand tease at Shinji's scrotum. He blew hot hair over the rigid shaft, rubbed his cheek against it, and nearly laughed when Shinji cried out in frustration.
“No teasing!”
Kisuke slipped one hand down low, finger teasing at Shinji's hidden ring. “I think I'm calling the shots now, don't you?” he asked, circling the puckered opening. “So be patient.”
Shinji made a sound in his throat, cross between a growl and a groan, and his hips juttered upward again, pushing his cock toward Kisuke's lips. “Stubborn... grah!”
Deciding to take pity on the bound Vizard, Kisuke lowered his mouth and slid Shinji's cock past his lips, the thick musk invading his senses. Shinji all but purred as Kisuke stroked his shaft with his tongue. His hips took up a subtle rocking motion as his cock leaked precome everywhere, slicking Kisuke's tongue.
Mmm, this night was turning out so well.
Mouth busy, Kisuke decided to occupy his fingers as well. He reclaimed the lube from where he'd tucked it against Shinji's side and used a generous amount – better too much than too little in his opinion. He swallowed Shinji's cock, and then slipped his fingers down lower, tracing the puckered muscle before pushing straight in, two at once.
Shinji gasped, arched his back, but didn't complain. His cock pulsed in Kisuke's mouth as he rocked toward the dual stimulation, thighs threatening to clamp around Kisuke's upper body. Kisuke pushed his fingers into Shinji, crooked them just right, and was rewarded with a shudder and a murmured curse word.
Smiling around the flesh in his mouth, Kisuke set up a counter-rhythm sure to drive Shinji wild. He withdrew his fingers as he sucked Shinji's cock into his mouth, then pulled back as he shoved his fingers inside. Precome quickly slicked his tongue, and Shinji throbbed in his mouth, body twisting beneath the onslaught of sensation.
He looked up, watched Shinji's bound hands curl into fists. Watched his lover's face flush, and the way Shinji chewed on his bottom lip. Watched the sweat that beaded on Shinji's skin, and the way he was trying to hold back.
Kisuke's own gut tightened, his cock dripping precome to the sheets. He was hard and he was hurting, too drunk to think about making things last and all that jazz. He let Shinji slide from his mouth with a wet pop and rose to his knees, reaching for the lube again.
“What th-- Ya promised a blowjob!” Shinji protested, hips twisting and jutting upward as if to remind him of what he'd said.
“I didn't say I'd finish you with one,” Kisuke replied, mouth curving into a smile as he quickly slicked up his cock and hooked his hands under Shinji's knees. He shifted forward, pressed the head of his cock to Shinji's puckered muscle and licked his lips in anticipation. “Unless you'd rather I stop?”
The glare that Shinji tossed him could have melted glaciers. “When did ya turn into such a sadist?” he demanded, hips twitching as though trying to encourage Kisuke to enter him that much sooner.
“Blame yourself,” Kisuke replied cheekily. “You started it.” He lowered his gaze, and his tone. “So what do you want?”
Shinji worked his jaw, stubbornness battling with the need to come. “I'm not beggin'.”
Kisuke thrust forward, just a little, rubbing the head of his cock over the sensitive ring but not pushing through it. “Really now?”
The Vizard made a noise that shot straight to Kisuke's groin. Shinji gritted his teeth, balled his hands into fists. “Kisuke... this isn't funny.”
“It's not a joke,” Kisuke replied innocently, biting back his smirk. Though, if Shinji didn't break soon, then Kisuke was going to. He could feel his pulse racing, his cock throbbing. He wanted to come just as badly. “Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”
“I tell ya all the time!”
“So say it right now.”
Shinji let loose another growl of frustration.
Kisuke rocked his hips forward, breaching the ring of muscle with just the head of his cock, and paused. Letting it sit there, Shinji's inner muscles fluttering around him, teasing him with heat and pressure. Kisuke sucked in a breath, told himself to be patient as his fingers flexed where they gripped the underside of Shinji's knees.
“Kisuke,” Shinji insisted, licking his lips slowly, a flash of metal calling to Kisuke, reminding him of Shinji's new addition.
Kisuke twitched. “Tell me,” he said, determined to be more bull-headed than his lover. “What do you want, Shinji?”
“Argh!” Shinji knocked his head back against the comforter. “You're goin' ta pay fer this, Kisuke, I swear ta all that is holy.”
Kisuke leveled a look at his lover, circled his hips, pushed in and out of the tiny inch he'd gained. “Shinji.”
“Fine!” The older blond looked annoyed enough to spit bullets, but Kisuke knew that was just the arousal talking. “Fuck me, damn it! Isn't that what ya wanted ta hear? Fuck me. Bend me backward and fu-- gah!”
He stopped Shinji's rant with a particularly sturdy thrust, driving himself in to the hilt all in one smooth push of his hips. Kisuke's thoughts stuttered to a halt as he was swallowed by blissful heat clenching down around his cock. He sucked air in through his teeth and tried not to come immediately.
The headboard rattled warningly. “Kisuke, if ya don't--”
“Give me a minute,” he replied through clenched teeth.
A low breathy chuckle echoed in the room. “Too much fer ya to handle?” Shinji taunted.
Smug bastard. Kisuke's eyes narrowed. That sounded like a challenge to him. He adjusted his grip on Shinji's knees, pushing them back toward the Vizard's body, and pulled out slowly. Just to tease, just to let Shinji think he really was about to lose it.
Shinji's smirk widened, and that was when Kisuke let him have it. He pushed back in, a harsh thrust, and pulled back out again. In. Out. In. Out. Faster and faster, slamming into his older lover with little restraint. Shinji's body rocked toward the headboard, wrists jerking against the necktie, and he cried out, legs fighting against Kisuke's hold. The shopkeeper let them drop and Shinji instantly locked his ankles behind Kisuke's back, leaving Kisuke's hands free to roam. And roam they did.
One hand cupped Shinji's hip while the other curled around Shinji's cock, giving him a firm stroke that made the Vizard arch into Kisuke's hold. A cry, more like a curse, echoed in the bedroom, loud enough to be heard in the next room. Kisuke sucked in a breath, painfully aroused by Shinji's reactions, and drove his hips forward. The combination of arousal and heat made him a little dizzy and he groaned, pleasure dancing up and down his spine, coiling in his belly, shooting toward his groin.
Shinji's hips rose up to meet him, riding Kisuke's thrusts as though they were nothing, gasping each time Kisuke slammed into his body. His face had taken on a gorgeous, aroused flush, his eyes dark and drugged. His wrists tugged on the headboard, making dull clunking noises that were sure to annoy Hiyori in the next room over... and make Lisa wish she had her camera on the other side. Shinji chewed on his bottom lip and Kisuke wished he were limber enough to lean forward and kiss him, but that would have to be saved for later.
He twisted his fingers around Shinji's cock, brushed his thumb over the leaking head, angled his hips so that each thrust raked across Shinji's prostrate. He could feel his lover clenching around him, could feel the press of Shinji's thighs on his waist, and each sensation only added to the coiling in his belly. His fingers twitched on Shinji's hip, holding him tighter as he drove into the lithe, well-muscled body, feeling sweat drip down his spine.
Shinji would make him pay for this rough treatment tomorrow, but for now, it was too good for Kisuke to pass up. Hell, it would be worth it. He sucked in a breath, felt the heat spiraling within him, and knew he wouldn't last for much longer. Musk and alcohol and Shinji's unique scent filled the room, invading his senses, and Kisuke responded to it like he'd been trained to. His gut twisted, his hips driving forward with mindless rhythm.
“Kisuke... I'm close,” Shinji groaned, head snapping back against the pillow as he arched his back, fingers curling into fists.
Sucking in a breath, Kisuke squeezed Shinji's cock, knowing just how much the Vizard liked that. “Good,” he replied. “Cause I'm following you.”
Shinji laughed, but it was breathless and dissolved into a moan as he shivered, hips working toward that much-desired release. Kisuke watched, open-eyed and hungry, as Shinji groaned long and deep, body twisting against the mattress when he shuddered. Liquid warmth spilled over Kisuke's fingers, coating them in Shinji's seed, and it sent a ripple of sensation over Kisuke's cock.
Something that better resembled a whimper broke past Kisuke's lips as he let go of Shinji's cock, placed both hands on the Vizard's hips and held tight. Muscles gripped him firmly and he leaned forward, thrusting solidly into his lover. He pushed and pulled back, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing around him in a lewd accompaniment.
Shinji grinned, winked at him, and suddenly clenched down hard, despite how uncomfortable it must have been for him. It felt like Kisuke's brain shorted out as he groaned, hips slamming against Shinji, his release as much pulled out of him as it was granted. He panted, sweated, acted like a mannerless beast as he came, fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises that Shinji would probably punish him for later.
Mmm. Punishment. Yeah, Kisuke quite liked the sound of that.
Body tingling, aftermath rushing over him like a warm and fuzzy blanket, Kisuke released his grip on Shinji's hips and visibly slumped. He gingerly slipped free of Shinji's body and tipped sideways, collapsing on the bed next to the Vizard. Kisuke felt pleasantly sated now, drowsy too, and the idea of curling up and falling asleep was very appealing.
“Oy,” Shinji said, pushing an elbow into his ribcage. Not painfully, just enough to get his attention and be annoying. “Untie me. Oh, and hand me a shirt or somethin'.”
“Nergh.”
Shinji's elbow applied a bit more pressure. “Ya wanna top, ya gotta clean th' mess,” he reminded him. That had been the agreement.
With a long-suffering sigh, Kisuke rose up and undid the simple knots he'd used to bind Shinji's wrists. He was relieved to find that the flesh was only a little red beneath the tie, and Shinji rubbed them with his fingers, nodding approvingly. A relief.
Kisuke then flopped over and dropped his arm over the side of the bed, rooting around the floor and emerging with a shirt. His shirt in fact. Oh well, he could always borrow clean clothes from Shinji later.
He tossed it in the Vizard's general direction, and grinned when it smacked Shinji in the face. “There. A shirt.”
“Clearly we are past the honeymoon stage of this relationship,” Shinji remarked dryly.
Kisuke flopped back over, peering at him with one eye as Shinji wiped himself down and then tossed the shirt to Kisuke, for his sticky fingers. “I don't recall getting married.”
“Like I'd marry ya anyway,” Shinji retorted, but it was said affectionately, one hand reaching out to flick at Kisuke's sweat-soaked hair.
A breath of cool air brushed across Kisuke's bare back, coming from the ceiling fan above. It was oddly quiet in the room now, with only the ticking of the wall clock to break the silence.
Kisuke snorted. “You'd make a terrible husband.”
“And you a terrible wife,” Shinji countered, arching one brow. “Yer worthless in the kitchen and I've seen yer idea of housekeepin'.”
“Hey! What makes me the wife?”
“The fact that ya'd look good in a dress?”
Rolling his eyes, Kisuke reached up, snagged a pillow and dragged it under his head, sleepiness making him drowsy. That and the alcohol he'd consumed earlier. All he wanted to do was sleep.
“I can't exactly wear white, can I?”
Shinji laughed and the bed creaked as he shifted around, grabbing a blanket from where it clung stubbornly to the end corner of the bed and threw it over the both of them. “I don't think either of us can.”
Kisuke's mouth curved into a smile. “Hey, I'm not complaining,” he said and then breathed in and out slowly. “Now go to sleep.”
“Yes, master,” Shinji replied drolly, flopping down on the mattress and wriggling around until he got comfortable. “But I reserve th' right to breakfast in bed in th' mornin', if ya know what I mean.”
Kisuke couldn't fight the shiver that tiptoed down his spine. Oh, he knew all too well. In fact, he quite looked forward to it. “Fine by me.”
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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)(Two.Five)(Three)(Three.Five)
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Chapter Three.Five: Interlude Two -- Blast to the Past
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Chapter Three.Five: Interlude Two -- Blast to the Past
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Kisuke laughed as Shinji slammed him into the wall, their bodies colliding and tongues tangling. Shinji tasted like sake and candy and his tongue pushed wetly into Kisuke's mouth, trying to lay claim. The kiss was sloppy, considering that both of them were laughing like morons, stumbling unsteadily down the hall.
“Key,” Kisuke asked against Shinji's lips, one hand inching across the wall toward the door to Shinji's room. His place didn't have young eyes like the shoten, thus the reason they met here as opposed to Kisuke's place.
Shinji's lips left his, focusing on the hollow of his ear, breathing hotly and making Kisuke shiver. “Don't need one,” he said, his hand winnowing between their bodies to press a palm to the bulge in Kisuke's hakama.
“You ought to lock it,” Kisuke said, reaching behind him and turning the knob, spilling the two blonds into the bedroom. “Hiyori's got sticky fingers.”
Shinji laughed as they crashed to the ground and he landed on top of Kisuke with an oomph, not that it stopped their mad groping. “I know. S'why I put the really valuable things somewhere else.”
That didn't make much sense to Kisuke, but whatever. He was more interested in the warm and willing body above him. He tangled one hand in Shinji's hair and dragged the Vizard down for a steamy kiss, their teeth knocking together and making both of them laugh. But even that quickly became a moan as Shinji shifted his hips just right, bringing their groins into contact.
Kisuke moaned; Shinji all but whimpered.
“Bed,” Kisuke gasped, because as much he'd like to go at it right there on the floor, they weren't getting any younger and rug burns just weren't as adventurous as they used to be.
Shinji made a noise of agreement and they forced themselves to untangle, Shinji getting up first and hauling Kisuke to his feet. They swayed where they stood, Shinji drunkenly giggling of all things, and Kisuke got a good handful of Shinji's hair, dragging him in for another kiss. Their bodies collided as Shinji curled an arm around Kisuke's waist, pulling them together on purpose, his hips pushing against Kisuke's in a delicious, eager grind.
Heat danced down Kisuke's spine as Shinji panted against his lips. If they weren't careful, then Kisuke was going to come right here, dirtying his clothes and putting an early end to things. He was too sloshed to try for a second round.
Shinji's mouth wandered from his lips to his chin, nibbling a noticeable path. He breathed hot and heavy in Kisuke's ear, one hand sliding between them to dive under the edge of Kisuke's shirt and splay fingers over his abdomen. Kisuke hummed in appreciation, even more so when Shinji pushed his palm upward, fingers finding and twisting a nipple.
Kisuke's back arched and he gasped, rocking his hips against Shinji's. He wanted more than this; there was too much clothing. He said as much, panting out the words as he licked his lips.
Shinji sucked Kisuke's earlobe between his teeth, tonguing it mercilessly. “Then help me undress, partner,” he replied.
“You'll have to let go of me for that to happen.”
“Ya first.”
Kisuke rolled his eyes. It was a wonder they accomplished anything, as stubborn as they were.
He forced them apart and grabbed Shinji's shirt, tugging it over the Vizard's head. It was dropped carelessly to the ground as he reached for Shinji's belt and slacks. Desire gleamed in brown eyes as Shinji breathed heavily, reaching past Kisuke to grope at the shopkeeper's clothes as well. Their limbs tangled, creating more confusion than help, but at last, their clothes were a pile on the floor.
Kisuke grabbed Shinji and they stumbled to the bed, the Vizard tripping on a stray sock at the last minute and crashing down with a noticeable bounce in the mattress. Kisuke raised an approving brow.
“An actual mattress,” he said, bouncing them again just to get the full sensation. “This is new.”
Shinji dragged a hand down Kisuke's bare back, blunt nails causing a visible score that made Kisuke shiver. “It's sturdier, yeah?” he replied and craned his neck upward, latching lips and tongue on Kisuke's bared throat.
Straddling Shinji's hips, Kisuke found he rather liked their current position. He reached for Shinji's arms, sliding his hands up their length until his fingers encircled Shinji's wrists.
“Sturdy is a good thing,” Kisuke murmured and grinned when he saw the neck tie that Shinji had carelessly slung over the headboard. Like begging for Kisuke to make use of it. And hell yes, there was an idea.
He leaned over Shinji to snatch up the neck tie and yelped when Shinji reached up with talented lips, latching them onto Kisuke's nipple. A buzz of heat rippled down Kisuke's spine as Shinji teased him with teeth and tongue, providing a pleasurable distraction. His hips danced a merry rhythm atop Shinji's and Kisuke forced himself back on track. He grabbed the tie, and had it wound about Shinji's wrists and the headboard within a matter of seconds. Success!
“Oy, Kisuke. What th' hell are ya doin'?” Shinji asked, not sounding angry, just surprised as he gave a tug to his wrists, eyes rolling up to stare at Kisuke's handiwork.
One hand slid under the pillow, grabbing the tube of lube that they always kept stashed there. Scooting back down, Kisuke let his hands drag down Shinji's side, his thumbs sweeping over Shinji's ribs. “What's it look like I'm doing?” he replied cheekily and let his hands wander lower, concentrating on a knobby hipbone that was practically calling to his mouth. He wanted to nibble on it.
“Coulda asked first,” Shinji said, almost sulkily. But judging by the erection that kept bumping into Kisuke, he wasn't bothered by it.
Shifting down further, until he settled between Shinji's legs and could let his mouth roam as he pleased, Kisuke grinned. “I figured it was easier to seek forgiveness – after a mind-blowing blowjob by the way – than to ask permission.”
Besides, it was only fair. Shinji had the startling habit of whipping out all sorts of restraints on Kisuke without any warning whatsoever. He still had some lingering bruises on his ankles to prove it. Also, if Shinji so wished, he could snap the thin fabric of his necktie with a good jerk of his wrists.
Lust darkened Shinji's eyes at the promise of a blow job and he pushed his hips toward Kisuke. “Then by all means,” he said huskily, sliding the inside of his leg against Kisuke's hips. “Hop to it.”
Rolling his eyes, Kisuke set to it, first dragging his fingers down the rigid length and watching Shinji shiver. Such an erotic motion, really. He flicked his tongue over the leaking head, nibbled on the crown a bit, dragged his fingers down Shinji's legs, let his hand tease at Shinji's scrotum. He blew hot hair over the rigid shaft, rubbed his cheek against it, and nearly laughed when Shinji cried out in frustration.
“No teasing!”
Kisuke slipped one hand down low, finger teasing at Shinji's hidden ring. “I think I'm calling the shots now, don't you?” he asked, circling the puckered opening. “So be patient.”
Shinji made a sound in his throat, cross between a growl and a groan, and his hips juttered upward again, pushing his cock toward Kisuke's lips. “Stubborn... grah!”
Deciding to take pity on the bound Vizard, Kisuke lowered his mouth and slid Shinji's cock past his lips, the thick musk invading his senses. Shinji all but purred as Kisuke stroked his shaft with his tongue. His hips took up a subtle rocking motion as his cock leaked precome everywhere, slicking Kisuke's tongue.
Mmm, this night was turning out so well.
Mouth busy, Kisuke decided to occupy his fingers as well. He reclaimed the lube from where he'd tucked it against Shinji's side and used a generous amount – better too much than too little in his opinion. He swallowed Shinji's cock, and then slipped his fingers down lower, tracing the puckered muscle before pushing straight in, two at once.
Shinji gasped, arched his back, but didn't complain. His cock pulsed in Kisuke's mouth as he rocked toward the dual stimulation, thighs threatening to clamp around Kisuke's upper body. Kisuke pushed his fingers into Shinji, crooked them just right, and was rewarded with a shudder and a murmured curse word.
Smiling around the flesh in his mouth, Kisuke set up a counter-rhythm sure to drive Shinji wild. He withdrew his fingers as he sucked Shinji's cock into his mouth, then pulled back as he shoved his fingers inside. Precome quickly slicked his tongue, and Shinji throbbed in his mouth, body twisting beneath the onslaught of sensation.
He looked up, watched Shinji's bound hands curl into fists. Watched his lover's face flush, and the way Shinji chewed on his bottom lip. Watched the sweat that beaded on Shinji's skin, and the way he was trying to hold back.
Kisuke's own gut tightened, his cock dripping precome to the sheets. He was hard and he was hurting, too drunk to think about making things last and all that jazz. He let Shinji slide from his mouth with a wet pop and rose to his knees, reaching for the lube again.
“What th-- Ya promised a blowjob!” Shinji protested, hips twisting and jutting upward as if to remind him of what he'd said.
“I didn't say I'd finish you with one,” Kisuke replied, mouth curving into a smile as he quickly slicked up his cock and hooked his hands under Shinji's knees. He shifted forward, pressed the head of his cock to Shinji's puckered muscle and licked his lips in anticipation. “Unless you'd rather I stop?”
The glare that Shinji tossed him could have melted glaciers. “When did ya turn into such a sadist?” he demanded, hips twitching as though trying to encourage Kisuke to enter him that much sooner.
“Blame yourself,” Kisuke replied cheekily. “You started it.” He lowered his gaze, and his tone. “So what do you want?”
Shinji worked his jaw, stubbornness battling with the need to come. “I'm not beggin'.”
Kisuke thrust forward, just a little, rubbing the head of his cock over the sensitive ring but not pushing through it. “Really now?”
The Vizard made a noise that shot straight to Kisuke's groin. Shinji gritted his teeth, balled his hands into fists. “Kisuke... this isn't funny.”
“It's not a joke,” Kisuke replied innocently, biting back his smirk. Though, if Shinji didn't break soon, then Kisuke was going to. He could feel his pulse racing, his cock throbbing. He wanted to come just as badly. “Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”
“I tell ya all the time!”
“So say it right now.”
Shinji let loose another growl of frustration.
Kisuke rocked his hips forward, breaching the ring of muscle with just the head of his cock, and paused. Letting it sit there, Shinji's inner muscles fluttering around him, teasing him with heat and pressure. Kisuke sucked in a breath, told himself to be patient as his fingers flexed where they gripped the underside of Shinji's knees.
“Kisuke,” Shinji insisted, licking his lips slowly, a flash of metal calling to Kisuke, reminding him of Shinji's new addition.
Kisuke twitched. “Tell me,” he said, determined to be more bull-headed than his lover. “What do you want, Shinji?”
“Argh!” Shinji knocked his head back against the comforter. “You're goin' ta pay fer this, Kisuke, I swear ta all that is holy.”
Kisuke leveled a look at his lover, circled his hips, pushed in and out of the tiny inch he'd gained. “Shinji.”
“Fine!” The older blond looked annoyed enough to spit bullets, but Kisuke knew that was just the arousal talking. “Fuck me, damn it! Isn't that what ya wanted ta hear? Fuck me. Bend me backward and fu-- gah!”
He stopped Shinji's rant with a particularly sturdy thrust, driving himself in to the hilt all in one smooth push of his hips. Kisuke's thoughts stuttered to a halt as he was swallowed by blissful heat clenching down around his cock. He sucked air in through his teeth and tried not to come immediately.
The headboard rattled warningly. “Kisuke, if ya don't--”
“Give me a minute,” he replied through clenched teeth.
A low breathy chuckle echoed in the room. “Too much fer ya to handle?” Shinji taunted.
Smug bastard. Kisuke's eyes narrowed. That sounded like a challenge to him. He adjusted his grip on Shinji's knees, pushing them back toward the Vizard's body, and pulled out slowly. Just to tease, just to let Shinji think he really was about to lose it.
Shinji's smirk widened, and that was when Kisuke let him have it. He pushed back in, a harsh thrust, and pulled back out again. In. Out. In. Out. Faster and faster, slamming into his older lover with little restraint. Shinji's body rocked toward the headboard, wrists jerking against the necktie, and he cried out, legs fighting against Kisuke's hold. The shopkeeper let them drop and Shinji instantly locked his ankles behind Kisuke's back, leaving Kisuke's hands free to roam. And roam they did.
One hand cupped Shinji's hip while the other curled around Shinji's cock, giving him a firm stroke that made the Vizard arch into Kisuke's hold. A cry, more like a curse, echoed in the bedroom, loud enough to be heard in the next room. Kisuke sucked in a breath, painfully aroused by Shinji's reactions, and drove his hips forward. The combination of arousal and heat made him a little dizzy and he groaned, pleasure dancing up and down his spine, coiling in his belly, shooting toward his groin.
Shinji's hips rose up to meet him, riding Kisuke's thrusts as though they were nothing, gasping each time Kisuke slammed into his body. His face had taken on a gorgeous, aroused flush, his eyes dark and drugged. His wrists tugged on the headboard, making dull clunking noises that were sure to annoy Hiyori in the next room over... and make Lisa wish she had her camera on the other side. Shinji chewed on his bottom lip and Kisuke wished he were limber enough to lean forward and kiss him, but that would have to be saved for later.
He twisted his fingers around Shinji's cock, brushed his thumb over the leaking head, angled his hips so that each thrust raked across Shinji's prostrate. He could feel his lover clenching around him, could feel the press of Shinji's thighs on his waist, and each sensation only added to the coiling in his belly. His fingers twitched on Shinji's hip, holding him tighter as he drove into the lithe, well-muscled body, feeling sweat drip down his spine.
Shinji would make him pay for this rough treatment tomorrow, but for now, it was too good for Kisuke to pass up. Hell, it would be worth it. He sucked in a breath, felt the heat spiraling within him, and knew he wouldn't last for much longer. Musk and alcohol and Shinji's unique scent filled the room, invading his senses, and Kisuke responded to it like he'd been trained to. His gut twisted, his hips driving forward with mindless rhythm.
“Kisuke... I'm close,” Shinji groaned, head snapping back against the pillow as he arched his back, fingers curling into fists.
Sucking in a breath, Kisuke squeezed Shinji's cock, knowing just how much the Vizard liked that. “Good,” he replied. “Cause I'm following you.”
Shinji laughed, but it was breathless and dissolved into a moan as he shivered, hips working toward that much-desired release. Kisuke watched, open-eyed and hungry, as Shinji groaned long and deep, body twisting against the mattress when he shuddered. Liquid warmth spilled over Kisuke's fingers, coating them in Shinji's seed, and it sent a ripple of sensation over Kisuke's cock.
Something that better resembled a whimper broke past Kisuke's lips as he let go of Shinji's cock, placed both hands on the Vizard's hips and held tight. Muscles gripped him firmly and he leaned forward, thrusting solidly into his lover. He pushed and pulled back, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing around him in a lewd accompaniment.
Shinji grinned, winked at him, and suddenly clenched down hard, despite how uncomfortable it must have been for him. It felt like Kisuke's brain shorted out as he groaned, hips slamming against Shinji, his release as much pulled out of him as it was granted. He panted, sweated, acted like a mannerless beast as he came, fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises that Shinji would probably punish him for later.
Mmm. Punishment. Yeah, Kisuke quite liked the sound of that.
Body tingling, aftermath rushing over him like a warm and fuzzy blanket, Kisuke released his grip on Shinji's hips and visibly slumped. He gingerly slipped free of Shinji's body and tipped sideways, collapsing on the bed next to the Vizard. Kisuke felt pleasantly sated now, drowsy too, and the idea of curling up and falling asleep was very appealing.
“Oy,” Shinji said, pushing an elbow into his ribcage. Not painfully, just enough to get his attention and be annoying. “Untie me. Oh, and hand me a shirt or somethin'.”
“Nergh.”
Shinji's elbow applied a bit more pressure. “Ya wanna top, ya gotta clean th' mess,” he reminded him. That had been the agreement.
With a long-suffering sigh, Kisuke rose up and undid the simple knots he'd used to bind Shinji's wrists. He was relieved to find that the flesh was only a little red beneath the tie, and Shinji rubbed them with his fingers, nodding approvingly. A relief.
Kisuke then flopped over and dropped his arm over the side of the bed, rooting around the floor and emerging with a shirt. His shirt in fact. Oh well, he could always borrow clean clothes from Shinji later.
He tossed it in the Vizard's general direction, and grinned when it smacked Shinji in the face. “There. A shirt.”
“Clearly we are past the honeymoon stage of this relationship,” Shinji remarked dryly.
Kisuke flopped back over, peering at him with one eye as Shinji wiped himself down and then tossed the shirt to Kisuke, for his sticky fingers. “I don't recall getting married.”
“Like I'd marry ya anyway,” Shinji retorted, but it was said affectionately, one hand reaching out to flick at Kisuke's sweat-soaked hair.
A breath of cool air brushed across Kisuke's bare back, coming from the ceiling fan above. It was oddly quiet in the room now, with only the ticking of the wall clock to break the silence.
Kisuke snorted. “You'd make a terrible husband.”
“And you a terrible wife,” Shinji countered, arching one brow. “Yer worthless in the kitchen and I've seen yer idea of housekeepin'.”
“Hey! What makes me the wife?”
“The fact that ya'd look good in a dress?”
Rolling his eyes, Kisuke reached up, snagged a pillow and dragged it under his head, sleepiness making him drowsy. That and the alcohol he'd consumed earlier. All he wanted to do was sleep.
“I can't exactly wear white, can I?”
Shinji laughed and the bed creaked as he shifted around, grabbing a blanket from where it clung stubbornly to the end corner of the bed and threw it over the both of them. “I don't think either of us can.”
Kisuke's mouth curved into a smile. “Hey, I'm not complaining,” he said and then breathed in and out slowly. “Now go to sleep.”
“Yes, master,” Shinji replied drolly, flopping down on the mattress and wriggling around until he got comfortable. “But I reserve th' right to breakfast in bed in th' mornin', if ya know what I mean.”
Kisuke couldn't fight the shiver that tiptoed down his spine. Oh, he knew all too well. In fact, he quite looked forward to it. “Fine by me.”
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a/n: Next update brings us back to the Shinji/Renji we all know and lust after. *grins* I do hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!
