Shuuhei is a Slut

A/N: As if the make up for the, um, relatively little sex in the previous chapter, I present this. Which takes place chronologically after the first, so you know. Thanks to all reviewers; they\'re very much appreciated, I assure you.



Title: Sound of a Motion

Pairing: Kira/Shuuhei/Hitsugaya/Ichigo/Renji/other

Warnings: handcuffs, dog/cat ears, blindfolds



I\'ve forgotten something, I know—nothing definite, just a vague impression. Like that feeling you get that maybe you left your oven on, or something. Probably just nerves, really. Because there\'s not much that\'s more nerve-wracking than being invited to Shuuhei\'s party.



The invitation came just yesterday in the mail, no warning whatsoever. They say that\'s what it\'s always like the first time. No one ever said a word about it if they saw it.



And now I\'m walking there trying to remember whatever it is I\'ve forgotten, which is probably nothing. It\'s not that I\'ve never been to his place before—pretty much anyone with a dick has an open invitation—but those other times were more. . . private, if you know what I mean. As in, there wouldn\'t be anyone there but just us.



This thing\'s going to have at least five people, if not more. I don\'t know that I can stand it. But I\'ll make it through, somehow.



The door\'s unlocked when I get there, and it\'s just Shuuhei and Renji inside. They say hi, but I almost don\'t hear them; they\'re already half-naked. And the first thing that comes to mind is how long I\'ve known Renji, and how odd it\'ll be to have sex around him—not with, mind; that\'ll never happen.



Ichigo comes in behind me, says, “Hi, Kira,” and then just stands there like me. I think maybe he\'s having second thoughts when he sees Renji. I don\'t blame him.



But then I just take my shirt off, like Renji, cause—hey, why not? Ichigo follows my lead. And that\'s when Captain Hitsugaya comes in.



“Is this everybody?” Renji says.



“Not quite,” Shuuhei says. “Is Keigo coming?”



“Couldn\'t make it,” Ichigo says. “Put off the assignment till the last minute.”



“That\'s too bad,” Shuuhei says. “There should still be one more coming, though.” He looks at the clock. “But it\'s already past time, so we\'ll start without him.” He takes out a box. Inside the box are the usual—the condoms, the lube, the handcuffs—and also, for some reason, little doggie ears. The kind you put on your head to wear. “This year\'s theme,” he says for an explanation. Did I mention he\'s not wearing any pants?



To begin with, we all put on the ears. And we\'re all except Shuuhei equally embarrassed by it. Note: we did finish taking off our clothes before putting on the ears.



They start with Ichigo. First is the blindfold, then the handcuffs. There are some mats laid out on the floor where I suppose we\'ll be going at it, and that\'s where they put Ichigo—the cuffs apparently render you unable to move on your own.



They sit him down, with Renji behind. Hitsugaya opens his legs up and starts working his ass with his tongue. Renji nibbles at an ear and plays absentmindedly with a nipple. They\'re teasing him, I know. And god does it ever look fun.



I refrain from joining in, though. Can\'t really say why.



The cuffs apparently do allow him to move his head and neck, judging by. . . well, I\'d rather not say. You might take me for an indecent sort.



Hitsugaya backs away, and Renji gets in position from behind. I forget the exact name of this position, but you might have seen it in a porno at some point; I have, at least. What he does is lift up a leg with his hand—Renji, I mean—and push up and in, just like that. Well, not just like that. Plenty of condoms and lube for everyone.



He shifts downwards, then back up. Ichigo makes a noise I don\'t know what to call—some sort of mewl? some kind of purr? Whatever it\'s called, he makes a lot of it.



Renji\'s still nibbling at that ear. Every time he rams in, Ichigo\'s whole body bounces from the force of it. His cock bobbles up and down the most, slaps and smacks into his stomach like some metronome. Hitsugaya takes it in his mouth.



Must not have liked the sound of it.



Ichigo\'s legs are wrapped around Renji\'s. Not from force of will, mind—he can\'t move them himself. It\'s just how they\'ve fallen, how they\'ve been placed. He\'s facing to the side, away from Renji, his back pressed into Renji\'s chest.



Renji\'s legs are a machine to be going like that; I can\'t imagine it\'s the most comfortable position.



Hitsugaya takes the whole thing in his mouth around now, and I think he\'s maybe humming a bit, too. Good for him.



The last thing I get to see before Shuuhei puts a blindfold over me is Hitsugaya positioning his ass over Ichigo\'s cock—they\'ve rearranged slightly to accommodate this, now facing straight up instead of to the side. I don\'t get to see anything else for a while.



I almost panic when he puts the handcuffs on—they do more than just restrain. I can\'t even feel anyone else\'s presence. I can feel when they touch me, sure, but that\'s not the same. There is not telling one person from another except by touch, by sound. And I have to say it\'s absolutely exhilarating. In a sort of scary way.



They\'re still going at it over there, I know, so it must be Shuuhei—duh—working on me now. By the orientation of his hands he must be in front of me—yep, because that\'s his tongue on my navel. It feels nice.



I use “nice” to mean “ungodly wonderful,” of course.



He does something with it—it\'s just beyond description. The only way to know it is to experience it, but I doubt any of you ever will. Oh well.



He\'s got one hand on my shoulder, and the other\'s busy playing with my dick.



And then I feel the third hand.



It\'s muscled, and the fingers are long. But soft. It\'s in my hair, now, and whoever it is puts his other hand around my waist, just above Shuuhei\'s tongue. His cock is pressing against my back. I\'d twitch at the feel of it if I could.



It pulses.



Shuuhei moves off me, and the new, unknown man places me on my stomach.



To the side, I hear Ichigo—and maybe Renji and Hitsugaya, too—cum.



And, by all means, feel free to forget we\'re still wearing those little doggie ears. I certainly wish I could.



The guy\'s cock presses against my backside again, this time lubed and sheathed and ready for entry. He slides it in, spreads my legs out as necessary. It\'s a comfortable size, to be honest—not too big, not too small. That\'s usually for the best, you know. Better a guy with a small dick who knows how to use it than a huge idiot.



He goes halfway in, then waits. He\'s got his arms beside mine, and he\'s breathing down my neck. Every muscle in his body I can feel is tense from anticipation, as are mine. He goes the rest of the way.



Everything slows down to a crawl, to the bare essentials of feeling. His breathing falls like molten lead around my ears, his hair like fresh silk. Outside, a bird chirps. Ichigo and Renji and Hitsugaya all are still collapsed in a heap to the side, I know, because their panting is all so in sync, and very close to each other. Two of them might be kissing.



He pulls back out.



Shuuhei—such a distinct smell, he has—kneels in front of me, and now I know why the cuffs let you move your head. I take maybe half of it in before he pulls back out. They thrust in time with each other, both in, both out.



I can\'t say why they\'d do it that way; it\'d make considerably more sense if one pulled out when the other pushed in, but whatever.



When Shuuhei goes back in he goes far enough that his pubes are tickling my nose.



When the mystery man goes back in—this is at the same time, mind—I very nearly see stars. I make a noise to that effect. They laugh.



They go about it slowly, like Renji had earlier, but maybe a tad more gently.



Every motion has a sound, and each sound a motion, and all of those a touch as well, or a smell. A wriggle of his hips makes a soft, squishy, fleshy sort of noise, and it\'s followed by a shudder of his breath, then of mine, and all of it smells heavily of sex. It\'s difficult to explain.



Tendrils of his breath wrap themselves around my neck in an embrace, and the source follows them closely till his mouth reaches where they were before. His hair drags along and glides as it does, and his mouth works. That\'s all I can say about it, that it works. There\'s no other way to describe it.



And now I\'m cumming, and the blindfold falls off. Shuuhei pulls out of my mouth, but the guy behind me is still going at it. He leans his head forward enough I can see it.



It\'s Captain Kuchiki. And now he\'s done, too, and he rests on top of me, and I still can\'t move. Shuuhei walks to the box and pulls out a key, then removes Ichigo\'s and my handcuffs. I still don\'t feel like moving.



Ichigo does. He nearly pounces on Renji, wrestles him to the floor. Their bodies writhe, vie for domination, but we all know already who\'s going to win. They just feel like putting on a show.



Renji grounds his foot into the mat and pushes back up on Ichigo. They\'ve got each other by the hands, and their bodies arch upwards to accommodate the force. They\'re smiling. Ichigo rolls his hips against Renji\'s, rubs their erections together with enough friction and heat to send Renji yelling from the pleasure of it. Kid knows what he\'s doing. Renji\'s knee buckles, and he falls flat on his back.



Ichigo slips the condom on casually, then applies a generous amount of lube. But he teases him, first.



Kuchiki\'s back to breathing normally now, now beside me. I still don\'t feel like getting up. Shuuhei comes back over—when did he leave?—with a bottle of sake, and Kuchiki and I both take a swig. That\'s when I notice the ears he\'s wearing: cat ears. I just barely keep myself from laughing.



Alcohol just makes things so much easier to bear.



Ichigo\'s already started pounding away at the supine Renji, his quarry\'s legs up and over his shoulders, his eyes focused like lasers, his brow furrowed in concentration. Kuchiki gets up and heads over to them, takes some liberties with Ichigo\'s behind. He\'s got one hand on Ichigo, his lips as well, and the other hand on Renji, stroking away what Ichigo\'s let alone so far.



Hitsugaya swaps places with where Kuchiki was before. He strokes his hand through my hair a bit, takes a swig from the bottle still in my hand, and kisses me. It\'s brief, the kiss, but nice. He tastes like winter.



I wonder why.



He fondles my balls an even shorter moment than the kiss, bends over and licks them. Suckles on them.



Shuuhei moves in to kiss me, long and deep and hard enough I don\'t even really notice when he directs Hitsugaya to the side. He leans me back, all the way to the mat, and straddles me. His legs are firm, warm, and they\'re pressed so very close against my own I can feel the blood pulsing just beneath the surface, can feel every movement every muscle makes.



He\'s already put a condom on me without my noticing. He relaxes and lowers himself.



There\'s this look in his eyes, fierce and determined, that I\'ve usually only seen on the battlefield. It\'s almost scary.



But once he\'d down all the way and I\'m in there surrounded by his warmth, his face melts into one of pure, unadulterated, unfiltered, unfettered delight. Up and down he goes, varying his rhythm as he sees fit, his legs alone moving him, his arms steadying him.



Ichigo makes a sort of a yelping noise when Kuchiki enters him, and all I can do is wonder how it took that long for him to do it to begin with. Unless it hasn\'t been as long as I think it\'s been. It takes them a bit to find a proper rhythm.



I start thrusting up to meet him, dig my feet into the mats and push with all I\'ve got. He likes that, makes a sound to that effect.



That\'s when I start taking over the lead.



He leans back; I lean forward. Again and again until he\'s the one laying on his back and I\'m the one upright and gyrating. Back and forth instead of up and down, but all the same. I\'ve got his ankles in my hands and I\'m leaning forward, more so than I thought myself able. So far his knees are about up to his face and so is my face, just inches above really, and all I need is just a little more.



I kiss him, I don\'t know how. I\'ve got his feet pressing against the mats, now. That has got to hurt. I don\'t think he minds.



He cums about thirty seconds before I do—the equivalent of maybe five thrusts by that point. The last is deep, deep as I can go and then some. He\'s still smiling like a madman.



Nor is he done. Now he\'s got his eye on Hitsugaya\'s cock, which, admittedly, probably looks bigger than it really is because of his size. He still wants it. Wants it deep inside.



Renji grunts as he comes. Ichigo\'s not done yet.



Far be it for us to disrupt the flow of things, though.



Hitsugaya\'s on his knees, and Shuuhei backs into him. The entry is smooth and clean, and Shuuhei soon bends over on all fours. Hitsugaya gives me a look, and I cannot ignore him.



His body is small—I will never say that to his face—but with more than enough muscle. So I delay my entry into the fray a while for a bit of sightseeing. Or touching. Or tasting. It\'s all the same, really. His hair\'s soft, yet spiky. Fun.



I wrap my arms around his. They\'re gripping Shuuhei\'s hips something fierce. They relax into mine. I have to lean down more than a little, sure, but I play with his ear for the fun of it. He likes that. Makes a sound you might call a mewl if it were anyone but Hitsugaya.



Ichigo almost whimpers, almost whines as he comes. Maybe a bit of a grunt in there, too, but that would be repetitive.



Shuuhei\'s gotten very vocal now. Hitsugaya too. But not me. I\'ve never been one to make too much noise during sex. I can almost feel them looking at us. It\'s nice, in a way, to be watched like that.



Hitsugaya pushes Shuuhei down, and himself up, and starts angling his thrusts down, and that makes it so all mine are angled up. Well, I have to lean back a bit to accommodate him. But it\'s still fun.



Hitsugaya cums first, then me. We move Shuuhei onto his back and both start alternately licking, nibbling, and sucking his cock. He doesn\'t last for much longer.



We pass the booze around again before we collapse. I fall asleep between Shuuhei and Hitsugaya, the latter nuzzling into my chest.



And I still feel like I\'ve forgotten something, dammit.