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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I LIKE YOU DAMN IT: Part 3
I LIKE YOU, DAMN IT: Part 3/3
“Er…I just wanted to tell you that I…” Kenpachi trailed off and looked off to the side, unable to look Ichigo in the face.
“Tell me what?”
“I LIKE YOU, DAMN IT!”
Silence between them. “Um, I like you too, Kenpachi. When you’re not trying to kill me.”
Kenpachi stared at him. “Not that kind of like. I like like you.”
“What are we, in grade school? Why don’t you just tell me-
Kenpachi grabbed the back of his head and yanked him forward, crushing their mouths together before pulling back. Ichigo was wide-eyed and blushing, even Kenpachi had an answering redness on his face.
“Oh.”
“…”
“Oh!”
Kenpachi was preparing himself for rejection. Of course he would be rejected, this was Ichigo after all. Beautiful Ichigo. But he knew he had to tell Ichigo or else these awful feelings would fester until he couldn’t take it anymore. But he hadn’t expected what Ichigo did next.
Ichigo rose up on his tip toes, gripping Kenpachi’s hakama for leverage. Kenpachi stared at him as Ichigo closed his eyes and erased the remaining distance in a soft kiss. Kenpachi made a surprised noise in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around Ichigo to draw him closer. Ichigo hummed and flattened his hands on Kenpachi’s chest and slid them up to the back of Kenpachi’s head.
Breaking the kiss, Ichigo took in a deep, shuttering breath and opened his eyes to look into Kenpachi’s. “I like you too.”
Grinning manically, Kenpachi pulled him up for another kiss. Ichigo moaned and a flush crept across his cheek as he realized how wanton he sounded. Kenpachi soaked up the noises, though. Kenpachi slid his hands down and picked Ichigo up, making him squeak and grab onto Kenpachi. Kenpachi smirked and walked them over to Ichigo’s desk. With one sweep of his arms he shoved everything onto the floor with a loud clatter. He set Ichigo down onto it, his hands roving Ichigo’s back as they continued to kiss.
Ichigo made a needy noise into the kiss and tugged on Kenpachi’s hair, making the bells jingle. Kenpachi gently pushed him flat on his back and tore off his shirt and bit at the exposed shoulder. Ichigo tugged at Kenpachi’s clothes as Kenpachi licked and sucked, making Ichigo toss his head back and hit the table with a thud. Kenpachi smirked at that and slowly pulled down Ichigo’s pants. Once they were off, Kenpachi stared down at the beautiful body revealed to him. He moved his hands slowly down Ichigo’s body to his knees and then back up his inner thighs.
Kenpachi kneeled on the floor and kissed the soft, creamy thigh. Ichigo tried to sit up to see what he was doing, but Kenpachi pushed him flat again. Kenpachi sunk his teeth into the skin and almost moaned in happiness as the sweet blood flooded his mouth. Ichigo’s body trembled at the pain, but made no motion to push Kenpachi away. Kenpachi stood up and pulled his own clothes off and moved to press in between his legs. Ichigo was quick to pull Kenpachi down so they were flush together Kenpachi braced one arm beside Ichigo’s head and grasped his hip with the other.
Nuzzling Ichigo’s silky hair, Kenpachi pressed his monstrous erection against Ichigo’s entrance and gently added pressure. Ichigo’s eyes shot open and he scrambled backwards, making Kenpachi frown and try and grab a hold of him again.
“Kenpachi!” Ichigo hissed, “You can’t stick it in dry!”
“Don’t be a pansy. You can handle it.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ichigo said harshly and continued to bat away Kenpachi’s attempt to pull him closer again.
“Come on.” Kenpachi said gruffly. He wanted it so bad and Ichigo wouldn’t let him. It made him irritated.
“Just use some lotion!”
Kenpachi stared down at the glaring Ichigo and gave in with a frown. “Where is it?”
“Top drawer.”
Kenpachi yanked the drawer open and grabbed the lotion. He poured a liberal amount on his hand and slathered his erection. Ichigo continued to watch him warily as Kenpachi yet again tried to press in. He stopped him yet again and glared at him.
“Do you want to rip me open?” Kenpachi tried to think of a way to respond to that without making Ichigo angrier. “Don’t answer that. You have to stretch me first.”
Kenpachi glanced down at Ichigo’s narrower body and at his own very large erection. He growled and moved his lotion-covered fingers between Ichigo’s legs and shoved two of them into Ichigo’s entrance. Ichigo’s eyes widened and his body went stiff as the sudden pain took over. Kenpachi was glad he had used his fingers first; he never knew it would be this tight. Ichigo’s body was swallowing his fingers so tightly that Kenpachi wondered how much he had hurt him. He moved his fingers in and out a little warily, watching Ichigo’s face carefully.
He looked like he was in pain. Ichigo’s face was screwed up and he was breathing heavily. Kenpachi remembered about something called a “prostate” that made sex pleasurable. Maybe if he found it he could get around to actually being in Ichigo. He rotated his fingers around and pushed them deeper, trying to find it. Ichigo was edging his hips away and digging his fingernails into the desk. Kenpachi bent his head down and pressed a kiss to Ichigo’s hip and dug his fingers in deeper. Ichigo suddenly gasped loudly and arched his back off the desk, trying to push against the fingers urgently.
“Do it again…” Ichigo said breathlessly. Kenpachi gave him a smug smile and pressed against it again. Ichigo practically shrieked and moved his hips against Kenpachi’s hand urgently.
Kenpachi decided that was good enough and removed the fingers, drawing an irritated whine from Ichigo. Kenpachi pushed Ichigo’s legs up slightly and dragged Ichigo’s hips down so he was at the edge of the desk. Ichigo moved his hands up behind Kenpachi’s head and dragged him down for a soft kiss. Kenpachi used this as a distraction and lined his erection up with Ichigo’s entrance and pressed against it. He grabbed the edge of the table above Ichigo’s head and used it as leverage to jerk himself forward, pushing in powerfully.
Ichigo cringed at the pain. Oh fuck, it really hurt. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Shitshitshitshit. It hurt so bad… He was vaguely aware of Kenpachi hovering above him, trembling with the need to thrust madly. The stabbing ache went on and on until he felt Kenpachi stop. He was all the way in. Ichigo was still waiting for it to feel good.
It was so hard to not drive into Ichigo, to wait for him to get used to it. But it was hard. In more ways than one. He was all the way in now and he could feel Ichigo shivering. Kenpachi ran his hands over Ichigo’s damp body and gripped Ichigo’s diminishing erection. He rocked his hips into the tight heat and gently pumped Ichigo at the same time. Ichigo whimpered slightly and turned his head slightly to the side.
When Ichigo finally relaxed at least a little, Kenpachi pulled all the way out and thrust back in. Ichigo gasped and moved his hand to his mouth to stifle the noises. Kenpachi grunted and moved one hand up to pull it away. “I want to hear you.”
Ichigo sobbed a little as Kenpachi thrust again and gripped his shoulders tightly. “Fuck…It’ll stop hurting, just let me…” He thrust in again sharply, trying to find that spot again.
Ichigo keened a little, and then gasped as Kenpachi changed the angle of his thrusts and finally found his prostate. Kenpachi smirked smugly and gripped Ichigo’s hips tightly enough to bruise as he thrust into Ichigo. Ichigo lifted his hips slightly and pushed back to meet him. It still hurt, considering Kenpachi’s size it was expected. But it felt good too. The white hot pleasure tinged his vision, it was pulsing in his veins.
As Kenpachi neared his own completion, he bit down on Ichigo’s neck until blood flooded his mouth. This spurred Ichigo into coming hard, clenching around Kenpachi until he came. Kenpachi rocked his hips slightly as Ichigo’s body milked his orgasm out of him. Kenpachi stared down at the half-conscious Ichigo as he slowly recovered.
Kenpachi pulled out of Ichigo, who winced at the uncomfortable sliding feeling. Kenpachi used the inside of his own hakama and gently cleaned Ichigo, taking the opportunity to admire his body. He tugged his own clothes on and then dressed Ichigo, who seemed content to let Kenpachi do it for him. Kenpachi then lifted him into his arms and collected their zanpaktu. Ichigo hummed underneath his breath and cuddled against his chest as Kenpachi carried him to his own rooms. He set Ichigo onto his bed and crawled in next to him.
Ichigo settled in the nook of Kenpachi’s arms and winced slightly as the motion pulled at his raw entrance. Kenpachi moved his large hand down and stroked Ichigo’s lower back soothingly, lulling Ichigo to sleep. Kenpachi gave an unusually soft smile and kissed Ichigo’s hair. The bells in his hair jingled slightly as he rested his head on top of Ichigo’s and followed him into sleep. He really did like Ichigo a lot.
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“Er…I just wanted to tell you that I…” Kenpachi trailed off and looked off to the side, unable to look Ichigo in the face.
“Tell me what?”
“I LIKE YOU, DAMN IT!”
Silence between them. “Um, I like you too, Kenpachi. When you’re not trying to kill me.”
Kenpachi stared at him. “Not that kind of like. I like like you.”
“What are we, in grade school? Why don’t you just tell me-
Kenpachi grabbed the back of his head and yanked him forward, crushing their mouths together before pulling back. Ichigo was wide-eyed and blushing, even Kenpachi had an answering redness on his face.
“Oh.”
“…”
“Oh!”
Kenpachi was preparing himself for rejection. Of course he would be rejected, this was Ichigo after all. Beautiful Ichigo. But he knew he had to tell Ichigo or else these awful feelings would fester until he couldn’t take it anymore. But he hadn’t expected what Ichigo did next.
Ichigo rose up on his tip toes, gripping Kenpachi’s hakama for leverage. Kenpachi stared at him as Ichigo closed his eyes and erased the remaining distance in a soft kiss. Kenpachi made a surprised noise in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around Ichigo to draw him closer. Ichigo hummed and flattened his hands on Kenpachi’s chest and slid them up to the back of Kenpachi’s head.
Breaking the kiss, Ichigo took in a deep, shuttering breath and opened his eyes to look into Kenpachi’s. “I like you too.”
Grinning manically, Kenpachi pulled him up for another kiss. Ichigo moaned and a flush crept across his cheek as he realized how wanton he sounded. Kenpachi soaked up the noises, though. Kenpachi slid his hands down and picked Ichigo up, making him squeak and grab onto Kenpachi. Kenpachi smirked and walked them over to Ichigo’s desk. With one sweep of his arms he shoved everything onto the floor with a loud clatter. He set Ichigo down onto it, his hands roving Ichigo’s back as they continued to kiss.
Ichigo made a needy noise into the kiss and tugged on Kenpachi’s hair, making the bells jingle. Kenpachi gently pushed him flat on his back and tore off his shirt and bit at the exposed shoulder. Ichigo tugged at Kenpachi’s clothes as Kenpachi licked and sucked, making Ichigo toss his head back and hit the table with a thud. Kenpachi smirked at that and slowly pulled down Ichigo’s pants. Once they were off, Kenpachi stared down at the beautiful body revealed to him. He moved his hands slowly down Ichigo’s body to his knees and then back up his inner thighs.
Kenpachi kneeled on the floor and kissed the soft, creamy thigh. Ichigo tried to sit up to see what he was doing, but Kenpachi pushed him flat again. Kenpachi sunk his teeth into the skin and almost moaned in happiness as the sweet blood flooded his mouth. Ichigo’s body trembled at the pain, but made no motion to push Kenpachi away. Kenpachi stood up and pulled his own clothes off and moved to press in between his legs. Ichigo was quick to pull Kenpachi down so they were flush together Kenpachi braced one arm beside Ichigo’s head and grasped his hip with the other.
Nuzzling Ichigo’s silky hair, Kenpachi pressed his monstrous erection against Ichigo’s entrance and gently added pressure. Ichigo’s eyes shot open and he scrambled backwards, making Kenpachi frown and try and grab a hold of him again.
“Kenpachi!” Ichigo hissed, “You can’t stick it in dry!”
“Don’t be a pansy. You can handle it.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ichigo said harshly and continued to bat away Kenpachi’s attempt to pull him closer again.
“Come on.” Kenpachi said gruffly. He wanted it so bad and Ichigo wouldn’t let him. It made him irritated.
“Just use some lotion!”
Kenpachi stared down at the glaring Ichigo and gave in with a frown. “Where is it?”
“Top drawer.”
Kenpachi yanked the drawer open and grabbed the lotion. He poured a liberal amount on his hand and slathered his erection. Ichigo continued to watch him warily as Kenpachi yet again tried to press in. He stopped him yet again and glared at him.
“Do you want to rip me open?” Kenpachi tried to think of a way to respond to that without making Ichigo angrier. “Don’t answer that. You have to stretch me first.”
Kenpachi glanced down at Ichigo’s narrower body and at his own very large erection. He growled and moved his lotion-covered fingers between Ichigo’s legs and shoved two of them into Ichigo’s entrance. Ichigo’s eyes widened and his body went stiff as the sudden pain took over. Kenpachi was glad he had used his fingers first; he never knew it would be this tight. Ichigo’s body was swallowing his fingers so tightly that Kenpachi wondered how much he had hurt him. He moved his fingers in and out a little warily, watching Ichigo’s face carefully.
He looked like he was in pain. Ichigo’s face was screwed up and he was breathing heavily. Kenpachi remembered about something called a “prostate” that made sex pleasurable. Maybe if he found it he could get around to actually being in Ichigo. He rotated his fingers around and pushed them deeper, trying to find it. Ichigo was edging his hips away and digging his fingernails into the desk. Kenpachi bent his head down and pressed a kiss to Ichigo’s hip and dug his fingers in deeper. Ichigo suddenly gasped loudly and arched his back off the desk, trying to push against the fingers urgently.
“Do it again…” Ichigo said breathlessly. Kenpachi gave him a smug smile and pressed against it again. Ichigo practically shrieked and moved his hips against Kenpachi’s hand urgently.
Kenpachi decided that was good enough and removed the fingers, drawing an irritated whine from Ichigo. Kenpachi pushed Ichigo’s legs up slightly and dragged Ichigo’s hips down so he was at the edge of the desk. Ichigo moved his hands up behind Kenpachi’s head and dragged him down for a soft kiss. Kenpachi used this as a distraction and lined his erection up with Ichigo’s entrance and pressed against it. He grabbed the edge of the table above Ichigo’s head and used it as leverage to jerk himself forward, pushing in powerfully.
Ichigo cringed at the pain. Oh fuck, it really hurt. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Shitshitshitshit. It hurt so bad… He was vaguely aware of Kenpachi hovering above him, trembling with the need to thrust madly. The stabbing ache went on and on until he felt Kenpachi stop. He was all the way in. Ichigo was still waiting for it to feel good.
It was so hard to not drive into Ichigo, to wait for him to get used to it. But it was hard. In more ways than one. He was all the way in now and he could feel Ichigo shivering. Kenpachi ran his hands over Ichigo’s damp body and gripped Ichigo’s diminishing erection. He rocked his hips into the tight heat and gently pumped Ichigo at the same time. Ichigo whimpered slightly and turned his head slightly to the side.
When Ichigo finally relaxed at least a little, Kenpachi pulled all the way out and thrust back in. Ichigo gasped and moved his hand to his mouth to stifle the noises. Kenpachi grunted and moved one hand up to pull it away. “I want to hear you.”
Ichigo sobbed a little as Kenpachi thrust again and gripped his shoulders tightly. “Fuck…It’ll stop hurting, just let me…” He thrust in again sharply, trying to find that spot again.
Ichigo keened a little, and then gasped as Kenpachi changed the angle of his thrusts and finally found his prostate. Kenpachi smirked smugly and gripped Ichigo’s hips tightly enough to bruise as he thrust into Ichigo. Ichigo lifted his hips slightly and pushed back to meet him. It still hurt, considering Kenpachi’s size it was expected. But it felt good too. The white hot pleasure tinged his vision, it was pulsing in his veins.
As Kenpachi neared his own completion, he bit down on Ichigo’s neck until blood flooded his mouth. This spurred Ichigo into coming hard, clenching around Kenpachi until he came. Kenpachi rocked his hips slightly as Ichigo’s body milked his orgasm out of him. Kenpachi stared down at the half-conscious Ichigo as he slowly recovered.
Kenpachi pulled out of Ichigo, who winced at the uncomfortable sliding feeling. Kenpachi used the inside of his own hakama and gently cleaned Ichigo, taking the opportunity to admire his body. He tugged his own clothes on and then dressed Ichigo, who seemed content to let Kenpachi do it for him. Kenpachi then lifted him into his arms and collected their zanpaktu. Ichigo hummed underneath his breath and cuddled against his chest as Kenpachi carried him to his own rooms. He set Ichigo onto his bed and crawled in next to him.
Ichigo settled in the nook of Kenpachi’s arms and winced slightly as the motion pulled at his raw entrance. Kenpachi moved his large hand down and stroked Ichigo’s lower back soothingly, lulling Ichigo to sleep. Kenpachi gave an unusually soft smile and kissed Ichigo’s hair. The bells in his hair jingled slightly as he rested his head on top of Ichigo’s and followed him into sleep. He really did like Ichigo a lot.
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