Christmas Baby
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult
Chapters:
5
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6,643
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5
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chapter 3
Now all Matsumoto needed was for Ichigo to discover his little snow prince didn’t have any panties on…not because she stole and hid all of them. No, not at all…
Ichigo deepened the kiss, his tongue hungrily plundering the depths of Hitsugaya’s sweet taste. His eyes were closed as he absorbed the essence of his Shiro-chan. The small shinigami tasted and smelled of crisp freshness, cool and sweet as newly fallen snow and just as icy pure as blue arctic waters.
Hitsugaya allowed Ichigo to take what he wanted and happily welcomed the questing tongue with his own. A knot in his stomach tightened and his blood pounded through his veins as he felt his cheeks heat up with carnal memories of the last time they had lain together.
Ichigo pulled Hitsugaya tighter to him, crushing the lithe little body to his chest. Hitsugaya’s squeak of pain as his ribs caved in was swallowed by the man’s hot, hungry mouth. Ichigo was too lost in the delight of Hitsugaya’s body to realize he had accidentally hurt his lover, but Hitsugaya didn’t seem to mind. He was not that weak, and Ichigo’s own body occupied his attention. The younger male smelled and tasted like freshly fallen, slightly damp autumn leaves- deep and earthy with just a hint of leftover summer sunshine. He kissed back just as eagerly, twining his short arms around Ichigo’s thick neck and burying his dainty fingers in the messy orange mop of hair.
Ichigo ran a big, calloused hand over Hitsugaya’s spine, making the snowy-haired taichou arch his back. Hitsugaya only had on an over-sized red t-shirt that came down to just above his knees and had a picture of the Grinch on it. Matsumoto and Orihime had, literally, forcibly forced the poor taichou into Matsumoto’s Christmas shirt; it was just one of the many reasons he was so cranky. Besides the horrible shirt, the only things he had on were one green ankle sock and his cast.
Ichigo’s wandering hand slipped under the shirt, pulling it up. He planned on toying with the hem of Hitsugaya’s boxers and delighting in the petal pink blush he knew would steal across those baby cheeks. The strawberry’s eyes popped wide open in surprise when his hand cupped the soft, bare skin of one tight little cheek. Hitsugaya froze into the kiss as well at the skin-on-skin contact. He tore his kiss swollen lips away from Ichigo and buried his cherry-flushed face in the crook of Ichigo’s neck.
Matsumoto hungrily watched as Ichigo fondled her taichou’s rear and she whimpred pathetically as warm blood trickled from her nose.
“Oi, Shiro-chan, I didn’t know you were such a naughty baby dragon-“ Ichigo started, his hand still cupping Hitsugaya’s bare behind.
“It’s Matsumoto’s fault, she took-“ Hitsugaya stopped at Matsumoto’s small whimper, jerking his head away from the sheltering warmth of Ichigo’s neck to glare icily at his fukutaichou. “You lecherous, voyeuristic pervert! You had this planned all along, didn’t you?!” He snarled and lunged for his vice captain’s throat, completely forgetting about his broken ankle in his anger.
Matsumoto froze like a deer caught in headlights. “That’s not true! I didn’t plan to stand here and watch.” But she wasn’t going to complain about the unexpected, yummy show. Oh, thank you, Santa! It was nice to know naughty girls got naughty presents.
Only Ichigo’s strong arms tightening around him kept Hitsugaya from falling on his face. Like Hitsugaya, Ichigo had forgotten all about Matsumoto being there. While he didn’t like the other people witnessing something as private as a hot makeout session with his boyfriend, it let Matsumoto know in no uncertain terms just who Hitsguaya’s ass- and lips- belonged to. Still, his face flushed as red as Hitsugaya’s- Matsumoto looked like she enjoyed herself a little too much.
Hitsugaya squirmed in Ichigo’s unyielding arms. “Let me go, Kurosaki!”
“Toshiro!” Ichigo grunted in pain as a little elbow bit none too gently into his gut. After being confined in small quarters with a bouncy, instigating, agitating fukutaichou, Hitsugaya was stir-crazy and on the brink of homicidal insanity.
“This is the last straw, Matsumoto!” Hitsugaya snapped, struggling to be free of his boyfriend and wishing for Hyourinmaru right now, but out of instinctive self-preservation, Matsumoto had put the zanpaktoh up on a high shelf, well out of his reach.
Matsumoto plastered a cheesy grin on her face and held her hands up in surrender. She had pushed her captain to his limit, and now her fun was over. It had been a lovely week; one of the best times of her after-life. If only it would snow like that again, and this time trap Ichigo in the house with them…and Orihime had a video camera…
“Ya know, I gotta go- I’m going sledding with Orihime, Rukia, Karin and Yuzu. Then we’re going to your house, Ichigo, for some hot chocolate afterwards…so, yeah, gotta fly!” She shunpoed to the door, wiping at her bleeding nose as she thought fondly of all the fun she could have with Hitsugaya, Ichigo, and Orihime’s video camera.
Tbc….
Ichigo deepened the kiss, his tongue hungrily plundering the depths of Hitsugaya’s sweet taste. His eyes were closed as he absorbed the essence of his Shiro-chan. The small shinigami tasted and smelled of crisp freshness, cool and sweet as newly fallen snow and just as icy pure as blue arctic waters.
Hitsugaya allowed Ichigo to take what he wanted and happily welcomed the questing tongue with his own. A knot in his stomach tightened and his blood pounded through his veins as he felt his cheeks heat up with carnal memories of the last time they had lain together.
Ichigo pulled Hitsugaya tighter to him, crushing the lithe little body to his chest. Hitsugaya’s squeak of pain as his ribs caved in was swallowed by the man’s hot, hungry mouth. Ichigo was too lost in the delight of Hitsugaya’s body to realize he had accidentally hurt his lover, but Hitsugaya didn’t seem to mind. He was not that weak, and Ichigo’s own body occupied his attention. The younger male smelled and tasted like freshly fallen, slightly damp autumn leaves- deep and earthy with just a hint of leftover summer sunshine. He kissed back just as eagerly, twining his short arms around Ichigo’s thick neck and burying his dainty fingers in the messy orange mop of hair.
Ichigo ran a big, calloused hand over Hitsugaya’s spine, making the snowy-haired taichou arch his back. Hitsugaya only had on an over-sized red t-shirt that came down to just above his knees and had a picture of the Grinch on it. Matsumoto and Orihime had, literally, forcibly forced the poor taichou into Matsumoto’s Christmas shirt; it was just one of the many reasons he was so cranky. Besides the horrible shirt, the only things he had on were one green ankle sock and his cast.
Ichigo’s wandering hand slipped under the shirt, pulling it up. He planned on toying with the hem of Hitsugaya’s boxers and delighting in the petal pink blush he knew would steal across those baby cheeks. The strawberry’s eyes popped wide open in surprise when his hand cupped the soft, bare skin of one tight little cheek. Hitsugaya froze into the kiss as well at the skin-on-skin contact. He tore his kiss swollen lips away from Ichigo and buried his cherry-flushed face in the crook of Ichigo’s neck.
Matsumoto hungrily watched as Ichigo fondled her taichou’s rear and she whimpred pathetically as warm blood trickled from her nose.
“Oi, Shiro-chan, I didn’t know you were such a naughty baby dragon-“ Ichigo started, his hand still cupping Hitsugaya’s bare behind.
“It’s Matsumoto’s fault, she took-“ Hitsugaya stopped at Matsumoto’s small whimper, jerking his head away from the sheltering warmth of Ichigo’s neck to glare icily at his fukutaichou. “You lecherous, voyeuristic pervert! You had this planned all along, didn’t you?!” He snarled and lunged for his vice captain’s throat, completely forgetting about his broken ankle in his anger.
Matsumoto froze like a deer caught in headlights. “That’s not true! I didn’t plan to stand here and watch.” But she wasn’t going to complain about the unexpected, yummy show. Oh, thank you, Santa! It was nice to know naughty girls got naughty presents.
Only Ichigo’s strong arms tightening around him kept Hitsugaya from falling on his face. Like Hitsugaya, Ichigo had forgotten all about Matsumoto being there. While he didn’t like the other people witnessing something as private as a hot makeout session with his boyfriend, it let Matsumoto know in no uncertain terms just who Hitsguaya’s ass- and lips- belonged to. Still, his face flushed as red as Hitsugaya’s- Matsumoto looked like she enjoyed herself a little too much.
Hitsugaya squirmed in Ichigo’s unyielding arms. “Let me go, Kurosaki!”
“Toshiro!” Ichigo grunted in pain as a little elbow bit none too gently into his gut. After being confined in small quarters with a bouncy, instigating, agitating fukutaichou, Hitsugaya was stir-crazy and on the brink of homicidal insanity.
“This is the last straw, Matsumoto!” Hitsugaya snapped, struggling to be free of his boyfriend and wishing for Hyourinmaru right now, but out of instinctive self-preservation, Matsumoto had put the zanpaktoh up on a high shelf, well out of his reach.
Matsumoto plastered a cheesy grin on her face and held her hands up in surrender. She had pushed her captain to his limit, and now her fun was over. It had been a lovely week; one of the best times of her after-life. If only it would snow like that again, and this time trap Ichigo in the house with them…and Orihime had a video camera…
“Ya know, I gotta go- I’m going sledding with Orihime, Rukia, Karin and Yuzu. Then we’re going to your house, Ichigo, for some hot chocolate afterwards…so, yeah, gotta fly!” She shunpoed to the door, wiping at her bleeding nose as she thought fondly of all the fun she could have with Hitsugaya, Ichigo, and Orihime’s video camera.
Tbc….