Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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47
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126
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What Are You Doing? Part 3/3
WARNING!!! Rimming and sex. And lots of other adult material.
What Are You Doing? Part 3/3
Kenpachi hadn’t planned on making any moves on Ichigo anytime soon. But that was before he came back from a mission to find a blushing, embarrassed Ichigo in a French maid’s get up- straddling one of his male friends. That just pushed him over the edge. SO naturally, he got pissed and kicked everyone out of the house and carried Ichigo upstairs to the bedroom over his shoulder. And he got to grab that sweet ass of his. That was nice. Ichigo’s expression was priceless when he through him onto the bed.
Kenpachi rolled Ichigo onto his stomach and lifted his hips up. Ichigo struggled to get onto his hands and knees, but Kenpachi pushed him down again and pulled both of his arms behind his back with one hand. That made a real nice picture. Ichigo’s smooth thighs were totally exposed and Kenpachi had a very clear view of that ass that was only covered in a pair of panties. The frills from the outfit just made it so much more enticing.
Kenpachi ran his free hand down the covered ass and rubbed that tight hole hidden from view. Ichigo gasped.
“Do you want this?” Kenpachi asked. He had to be sure before they continued, there was no way he would be able to stop himself if Ichigo decided halfway through that he didn’t want it.
Ichigo nodded his head with a blush. He wanted this so bad it hurt.
“Use words.” Kenpachi growled and cupped Ichigo’s erection through the fabric.
“Yes, please! Fuck me!” That was good enough for Kenpachi. In fact, he thinks his actually twitched at those words. Ichigo was so fucking hot.
Without further ado, Kenpachi tore off the panties to reveal what he craved the most. He almost moaned when he saw that pink, tight entrance between those round, white globes. Unable to stand it anymore, Kenpachi placed both of his hands on those cheeks and spread them apart before delicately licking the puckered heat. Ichigo yelped in surprise and spread his legs wantonly to get more of that feeling. Kenpachi thrust his tongue in and Ichigo groaned in pleasure as that wet muscle gently eased into his passage. It was a tight fit, but neither of them cared.
When Kenpachi deemed Ichigo as ready, he moved one of his thumbs down and slid it into that wet entrance. Ichigo gasped at the intrusion and balked a little at the slight pain, but a hand pumping his erection quickly fixed that. Kenpachi added his other thumb and Ichigo whined a little bit and wiggled his bum to get used to them. Kenpachi massaged his thumbs and Ichigo squirmed.
This was such a fucking turn on. Kenpachi really wanted to see Ichigo’s face, but the damn outfit, as sexy as it was, got in the way. So he slid the thumbs out, leaving Ichigo gaping, and grabbed the back of the outfit, simply yanking it so it split in two and ripped it off of him. Now all Ichigo had on was the bonnet, a blush and high heels. How fucking sexy.
Kenpachi pushed three fingers into Ichigo who bucked his hips at the pain and winced slightly, at that point Kenpachi thought that Ichigo damned well better be ready and pulled the fingers out. He spat into his hand, rubbing it over his erection and grabbed Ichigo’s hips. With no warning, he thrust into Ichigo in one smooth motion until he was balls deep inside of him. Ichigo struggled for breath through the pain and made a high-pitched keening noise. Kenpachi spooned his back so they were flushed together and spread Ichigo’s legs a little so they were both a bit more balanced. He ignored the nails that were digging into the back of hands from where they were on Ichigo’s hips.
Ichigo took deep, shuttering breath to try and ease the pain as Kenpachi planted kisses on whatever skin he could reach. When Ichigo relaxed the death grip he had on his hands, he pumped Ichigo’s weeping erection and cupped his chin, turning his head so that he could press their lips together in a kiss. It was soft and languid, unlike their previous actions, and helped take the sting off the hasty entry.
With a thrust, Kenpachi pushed Ichigo so he was completely on his stomach and centered his weight onto his arms so he wouldn’t crush him. And then he started to move in and out of Ichigo’s tight body.
“Fuck…Kenpachi…” Ichigo moaned.
“Ichigo…” Kenpachi picked up the pace. Soon they both came and Kenpachi allowed himself to collapse onto Ichigo and they breathed harshly. Soon the moment was broken with Ichigo caught Kenpachi in the ribs with his elbow.
“Get off me!” He grumbled.
Kenpachi chuckled, “Sorry.” He got up on his elbows and pulled out of Ichigo who blushed at the uncomfortable feeling. Kenpachi smirked and parted Ichigo’s cheeks again. His cum and faint traces of blood trickled out of the abused hole. “How are you feeling down here?” Kenpachi asked and pushed two fingers into the stretched entrance.
Ichigo yelped and glared over his shoulder. “Bastard.” Kenpachi rubbed the two fingers against his prostate and he groaned as pleasure flowed through his body. Kenpachi worked Ichigo’s erection with one hand and fingered him with the other. He loved seeing his fingers buried inside of Ichigo. Kenpachi added a third, than a fourth finger, spreading them wide and jabbing until Ichigo came a second time. His entire body was shuttering with after shocks while Kenpachi watched him gleefully.
“My turn again.”
Ichigo’s eyes widened and he tried to scramble away but was quickly dragged back so that he was straddling Kenpachi. Kenpachi slid into him again and Ichigo convulsed around him as pain took over and his prostate was simultaneously stimulated. Kenpachi wrapped his arms around Ichigo and buried his nose into Ichigo’s hair while he rolled his hips up into Ichigo.
Ichigo cursed under his breath as he got hard yet again from his prostate being pressed. Only Kenpachi could mix pain and pleasure so beautifully, Ichigo thought, both lovingly and spitefully and he was pressed into yet again. His erection was trapped between their bodies and his raw organ was practically burning at the touch. He needed to cum so badly. He heard Kenpachi grunt and heat and wetness filled him again.
Kenpachi’s breathing slowed down yet again and he pulled Ichigo slightly away from him to observe his painfully erect state. With an evil grin he pulled out and stood up, smirking at the pleading expression. “I’ll be right back.” Ichigo flopped back down and cringed as he wrapped his hand around his erection. Maybe it would be better to take a cold shower.
Just as he was about to get up and do so, Kenpachi was back…with a can of soda? Ichigo blinked at it in confusion and Kenpachi smiled at him as he took a large gulp of it-then wrapped his mouth around Ichigo. Ichigo screamed and bucked at the sensation. Oh gods, the cold felt so good around him. He came instantly at the relief he felt and practically sobbed. Kenpachi crawled up his body and kissed him. Ichigo sighed into the kiss and snuggled closer and Kenpachi dragged him up to cuddle. Ichigo’s last thought was to kick the heels the rest of the way off and yank off the bonnet before both of them fell asleep.
And a little extra:
Chad: “Why did I do that to Ichigo?”
Rukia: “Because of the fucking plot bunny!”
Renji: “Yeah!”
Urahara: “Shut up, freeloader-san. You don’t have an excuse.”
Renji: “Neither do you!”
LINE
Author’s note: Hope you liked it! OMG, I just found this photo bucket album that has over 50 KenpachixIchigo pictures and comics! There is this really cute one with a pissed Ichigo grabbing Kenpachi’s hair while Kenpachi fingers him. That’s hidden from view though *pouts* I’ll put a link to the two albums on my profile.
What Are You Doing? Part 3/3
Kenpachi hadn’t planned on making any moves on Ichigo anytime soon. But that was before he came back from a mission to find a blushing, embarrassed Ichigo in a French maid’s get up- straddling one of his male friends. That just pushed him over the edge. SO naturally, he got pissed and kicked everyone out of the house and carried Ichigo upstairs to the bedroom over his shoulder. And he got to grab that sweet ass of his. That was nice. Ichigo’s expression was priceless when he through him onto the bed.
Kenpachi rolled Ichigo onto his stomach and lifted his hips up. Ichigo struggled to get onto his hands and knees, but Kenpachi pushed him down again and pulled both of his arms behind his back with one hand. That made a real nice picture. Ichigo’s smooth thighs were totally exposed and Kenpachi had a very clear view of that ass that was only covered in a pair of panties. The frills from the outfit just made it so much more enticing.
Kenpachi ran his free hand down the covered ass and rubbed that tight hole hidden from view. Ichigo gasped.
“Do you want this?” Kenpachi asked. He had to be sure before they continued, there was no way he would be able to stop himself if Ichigo decided halfway through that he didn’t want it.
Ichigo nodded his head with a blush. He wanted this so bad it hurt.
“Use words.” Kenpachi growled and cupped Ichigo’s erection through the fabric.
“Yes, please! Fuck me!” That was good enough for Kenpachi. In fact, he thinks his actually twitched at those words. Ichigo was so fucking hot.
Without further ado, Kenpachi tore off the panties to reveal what he craved the most. He almost moaned when he saw that pink, tight entrance between those round, white globes. Unable to stand it anymore, Kenpachi placed both of his hands on those cheeks and spread them apart before delicately licking the puckered heat. Ichigo yelped in surprise and spread his legs wantonly to get more of that feeling. Kenpachi thrust his tongue in and Ichigo groaned in pleasure as that wet muscle gently eased into his passage. It was a tight fit, but neither of them cared.
When Kenpachi deemed Ichigo as ready, he moved one of his thumbs down and slid it into that wet entrance. Ichigo gasped at the intrusion and balked a little at the slight pain, but a hand pumping his erection quickly fixed that. Kenpachi added his other thumb and Ichigo whined a little bit and wiggled his bum to get used to them. Kenpachi massaged his thumbs and Ichigo squirmed.
This was such a fucking turn on. Kenpachi really wanted to see Ichigo’s face, but the damn outfit, as sexy as it was, got in the way. So he slid the thumbs out, leaving Ichigo gaping, and grabbed the back of the outfit, simply yanking it so it split in two and ripped it off of him. Now all Ichigo had on was the bonnet, a blush and high heels. How fucking sexy.
Kenpachi pushed three fingers into Ichigo who bucked his hips at the pain and winced slightly, at that point Kenpachi thought that Ichigo damned well better be ready and pulled the fingers out. He spat into his hand, rubbing it over his erection and grabbed Ichigo’s hips. With no warning, he thrust into Ichigo in one smooth motion until he was balls deep inside of him. Ichigo struggled for breath through the pain and made a high-pitched keening noise. Kenpachi spooned his back so they were flushed together and spread Ichigo’s legs a little so they were both a bit more balanced. He ignored the nails that were digging into the back of hands from where they were on Ichigo’s hips.
Ichigo took deep, shuttering breath to try and ease the pain as Kenpachi planted kisses on whatever skin he could reach. When Ichigo relaxed the death grip he had on his hands, he pumped Ichigo’s weeping erection and cupped his chin, turning his head so that he could press their lips together in a kiss. It was soft and languid, unlike their previous actions, and helped take the sting off the hasty entry.
With a thrust, Kenpachi pushed Ichigo so he was completely on his stomach and centered his weight onto his arms so he wouldn’t crush him. And then he started to move in and out of Ichigo’s tight body.
“Fuck…Kenpachi…” Ichigo moaned.
“Ichigo…” Kenpachi picked up the pace. Soon they both came and Kenpachi allowed himself to collapse onto Ichigo and they breathed harshly. Soon the moment was broken with Ichigo caught Kenpachi in the ribs with his elbow.
“Get off me!” He grumbled.
Kenpachi chuckled, “Sorry.” He got up on his elbows and pulled out of Ichigo who blushed at the uncomfortable feeling. Kenpachi smirked and parted Ichigo’s cheeks again. His cum and faint traces of blood trickled out of the abused hole. “How are you feeling down here?” Kenpachi asked and pushed two fingers into the stretched entrance.
Ichigo yelped and glared over his shoulder. “Bastard.” Kenpachi rubbed the two fingers against his prostate and he groaned as pleasure flowed through his body. Kenpachi worked Ichigo’s erection with one hand and fingered him with the other. He loved seeing his fingers buried inside of Ichigo. Kenpachi added a third, than a fourth finger, spreading them wide and jabbing until Ichigo came a second time. His entire body was shuttering with after shocks while Kenpachi watched him gleefully.
“My turn again.”
Ichigo’s eyes widened and he tried to scramble away but was quickly dragged back so that he was straddling Kenpachi. Kenpachi slid into him again and Ichigo convulsed around him as pain took over and his prostate was simultaneously stimulated. Kenpachi wrapped his arms around Ichigo and buried his nose into Ichigo’s hair while he rolled his hips up into Ichigo.
Ichigo cursed under his breath as he got hard yet again from his prostate being pressed. Only Kenpachi could mix pain and pleasure so beautifully, Ichigo thought, both lovingly and spitefully and he was pressed into yet again. His erection was trapped between their bodies and his raw organ was practically burning at the touch. He needed to cum so badly. He heard Kenpachi grunt and heat and wetness filled him again.
Kenpachi’s breathing slowed down yet again and he pulled Ichigo slightly away from him to observe his painfully erect state. With an evil grin he pulled out and stood up, smirking at the pleading expression. “I’ll be right back.” Ichigo flopped back down and cringed as he wrapped his hand around his erection. Maybe it would be better to take a cold shower.
Just as he was about to get up and do so, Kenpachi was back…with a can of soda? Ichigo blinked at it in confusion and Kenpachi smiled at him as he took a large gulp of it-then wrapped his mouth around Ichigo. Ichigo screamed and bucked at the sensation. Oh gods, the cold felt so good around him. He came instantly at the relief he felt and practically sobbed. Kenpachi crawled up his body and kissed him. Ichigo sighed into the kiss and snuggled closer and Kenpachi dragged him up to cuddle. Ichigo’s last thought was to kick the heels the rest of the way off and yank off the bonnet before both of them fell asleep.
And a little extra:
Chad: “Why did I do that to Ichigo?”
Rukia: “Because of the fucking plot bunny!”
Renji: “Yeah!”
Urahara: “Shut up, freeloader-san. You don’t have an excuse.”
Renji: “Neither do you!”
LINE
Author’s note: Hope you liked it! OMG, I just found this photo bucket album that has over 50 KenpachixIchigo pictures and comics! There is this really cute one with a pissed Ichigo grabbing Kenpachi’s hair while Kenpachi fingers him. That’s hidden from view though *pouts* I’ll put a link to the two albums on my profile.