Tales of a Broken Society
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Perfection 5 (Kensei/Ichigo)
Title: Perfection
Subtitle: Sweet Perfection
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 5
Pairing: Kensei/Ichigo
Category: Smut
Word count: 1,268
Requested by: PickleReviewer
AN: Ah, yes, I know it's Tuesday, but I have three chapters and just want to get them up and out of my hair so...three chapters this week! Enjoy.
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They had discovered, once more, that fights were a great way to get their blood pumping and mind off of their problems outside of where the next hit was going to come from. But it did not help with the problem of needing to get laid. Three months after their betrayal and Ichigo was in his room getting ready to take a very hot, very long bath in hopes of getting his lust and need under control.
His favored toys were discreetly sitting next to the bath, lube within easy reach and music playing softly on his stereo system.
Stripping out of his clothes, wrinkling his nose at the tattered remains of them, the now ex-shinigami turned to the mirror and brushed a hand over the fading bruises and the bvarious cuts that had been healed from the gashes of early. The fight had been bloody, but Ichigo and the others had taunted those who had come for them with the truth of those who they fought for. Aizen figured that they would soon have more guests pop up in the next few months, weakening Soul Society even more.
Smirking to himself at that thought, Ichigo turned from his mirror and to the bath. Turning the water off, he stepped in with a soft moan as he slid down into the warmth. He had showered in the healing wing to make sure there wasn’t anything hidden by the blood that would need to be taken cared of, so he wasn’t worried about washing off. All he wanted to worry about was releasing some of his need.
Nova had helped him with various things when it came to sex and masturbation over the weeks. It a helped him gain a bit more confidence in that part of his life, but not enough to actually go after Kensei just yet. Then again, the bind on his ability to have children had just settled, so maybe it was a good thing.
Splashing the water, he hummed happily at being surrounded by the warmth of the water, watching it ripple. Reaching over the side of the tub, he dug around the small box that held his toys and pulled out three different sized ones. Letting them drop into the water, Ichigo settled back before groaning and lowering the lights a bit. Something he had found was that he enjoyed having the lights on but only enough to see what he was doing.
Settling in again, he set about arousing himself, brushing his hands over his chest, pausing to tweak at his nipples before continuing on. He knew he would have much time before someone popped up asking for a report on the fight, having gone through it three times before. Reaching down, he feathered his fingers over his length as his other hand reached for the bottle of lube, glad he had looked into stuff that wouldn’t disappear in water. At least not that quickly.
Shifting so one leg was on the edge of the tub, the other bent and propped up, letting him get to his entrance easily. Taking a deep breath, Ichigo pressed his finger past the tight ring, body arching with the now familiar burn. Pausing once he had his entire finger in, he waited for the burning to stop. Wiggling the finger a bit, Ichigo sighed out a moan before pulling it out at a steady pace before pressing it back in at the same pace. The burn started to leave, prompting the ex-shinigami to pick up his pace, stroking over sensitive nerves before pressing a second finger in, waiting for the rather noticeable burn to dissipate again. Starting the process all over again, a third finger soon pressing in and moving with the other two, Ichigo twisted his fingers. He knew right where his sweet spot was but wanted to wait until he had one of his toys working in and out of his body to abuse those nerves with.
Really, he would have preferred having Kensei fucking him slowly, or hard and fast, but a toy would have to work for now.
Picking up the smallest one, he slicked the dildo up, biting his bottom lip. The water splashed as bit as he reached down and pressed the toy to the stretched ring before pausing it in, toes curling with the burn of the entry. Moaning as the toy was pushed completely in, he slowly relaxed as the burn once more went away. Taking a deep slow breath, Ichigo slowly pulled the toy out, noticing that the burn was less then before, making him purr and growl as he moved the toy in and out of his body.
Pleasure washed over his body, his free hand ghosting over his body, teasing himself with the promise of pleasure. Arching a bit, the read head continued to play with the small toy before changing it out for the next size since his body had gotten used to the smallest. He repeated his movements with the medium before pressing in the largest of the group, moaning out lowly and pausing to let the slight bit of pain to fade, his hand curling around his prick finally.
It wasn’t long before he was pushing the toy in and out of his body at the same rate as his hand was taking as it moved over his cock, sounds of pleasure floating over the sounds of water splashing. The bundle of nerves that was his prostate was being abused oh so nicely by the blunt head of the toy, rocking his body with the pleasure and heat. Panting harshly as he moved his thumb over the top of his prick, Ichigo bowed up and choked on his breath as he came, the toy sliding halfway out as he let go of it.
Relaxing once more into the water, the red head lazily pulled the toy the rest of the way out of his body and letting it float in the water. Sitting up after a moment, he cleaned his chest off, getting the last of his come off and then his entrance, getting the sticky lube out of his body with a wrinkle of his nose at the residual soreness. Finishing with his body, he tended to his toys, drying them off and putting the toys into the box again.
Draining the water, Ichigo sighed and pulled on his bathrobe before grabbing a towel to wrap around his neck. Drying off his short hair, he stepped into his bedroom, stopping at the sight of Kensei lying on his bed.
Not only was he laying on his bed, but with his cock standing at attention between the flaps of his pants and beading at the tip.
“You know, if you wanted to have a bit of fun, you could have come to me,” Kensei drawled, watching Ichigo turn red slowly. “I would have taken you to bed. Granted, I would also move you to my room but that would be fun.”
“Do you mean that?” Ichigo asked, sounding a bit lusty. Kensei smirked at the red head and reached down to stroke himself.
“I never say anything I don’t mean,” the vizard purred.
“Good,” Ichigo husked, dropping his robe, much to Kenseis delight.
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Pausing outside of Ichigos door, Grimmjaw frowned lightly at a sound that came from within. Pressing an ear to the door, he jumped away from it before stalking down the all with a pout.
After all, hearing the one you wanted in your own bed scream out ‘Fuck me harder, damnit,’ would be enough to make anyone pout.
Subtitle: Sweet Perfection
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 5
Pairing: Kensei/Ichigo
Category: Smut
Word count: 1,268
Requested by: PickleReviewer
AN: Ah, yes, I know it's Tuesday, but I have three chapters and just want to get them up and out of my hair so...three chapters this week! Enjoy.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They had discovered, once more, that fights were a great way to get their blood pumping and mind off of their problems outside of where the next hit was going to come from. But it did not help with the problem of needing to get laid. Three months after their betrayal and Ichigo was in his room getting ready to take a very hot, very long bath in hopes of getting his lust and need under control.
His favored toys were discreetly sitting next to the bath, lube within easy reach and music playing softly on his stereo system.
Stripping out of his clothes, wrinkling his nose at the tattered remains of them, the now ex-shinigami turned to the mirror and brushed a hand over the fading bruises and the bvarious cuts that had been healed from the gashes of early. The fight had been bloody, but Ichigo and the others had taunted those who had come for them with the truth of those who they fought for. Aizen figured that they would soon have more guests pop up in the next few months, weakening Soul Society even more.
Smirking to himself at that thought, Ichigo turned from his mirror and to the bath. Turning the water off, he stepped in with a soft moan as he slid down into the warmth. He had showered in the healing wing to make sure there wasn’t anything hidden by the blood that would need to be taken cared of, so he wasn’t worried about washing off. All he wanted to worry about was releasing some of his need.
Nova had helped him with various things when it came to sex and masturbation over the weeks. It a helped him gain a bit more confidence in that part of his life, but not enough to actually go after Kensei just yet. Then again, the bind on his ability to have children had just settled, so maybe it was a good thing.
Splashing the water, he hummed happily at being surrounded by the warmth of the water, watching it ripple. Reaching over the side of the tub, he dug around the small box that held his toys and pulled out three different sized ones. Letting them drop into the water, Ichigo settled back before groaning and lowering the lights a bit. Something he had found was that he enjoyed having the lights on but only enough to see what he was doing.
Settling in again, he set about arousing himself, brushing his hands over his chest, pausing to tweak at his nipples before continuing on. He knew he would have much time before someone popped up asking for a report on the fight, having gone through it three times before. Reaching down, he feathered his fingers over his length as his other hand reached for the bottle of lube, glad he had looked into stuff that wouldn’t disappear in water. At least not that quickly.
Shifting so one leg was on the edge of the tub, the other bent and propped up, letting him get to his entrance easily. Taking a deep breath, Ichigo pressed his finger past the tight ring, body arching with the now familiar burn. Pausing once he had his entire finger in, he waited for the burning to stop. Wiggling the finger a bit, Ichigo sighed out a moan before pulling it out at a steady pace before pressing it back in at the same pace. The burn started to leave, prompting the ex-shinigami to pick up his pace, stroking over sensitive nerves before pressing a second finger in, waiting for the rather noticeable burn to dissipate again. Starting the process all over again, a third finger soon pressing in and moving with the other two, Ichigo twisted his fingers. He knew right where his sweet spot was but wanted to wait until he had one of his toys working in and out of his body to abuse those nerves with.
Really, he would have preferred having Kensei fucking him slowly, or hard and fast, but a toy would have to work for now.
Picking up the smallest one, he slicked the dildo up, biting his bottom lip. The water splashed as bit as he reached down and pressed the toy to the stretched ring before pausing it in, toes curling with the burn of the entry. Moaning as the toy was pushed completely in, he slowly relaxed as the burn once more went away. Taking a deep slow breath, Ichigo slowly pulled the toy out, noticing that the burn was less then before, making him purr and growl as he moved the toy in and out of his body.
Pleasure washed over his body, his free hand ghosting over his body, teasing himself with the promise of pleasure. Arching a bit, the read head continued to play with the small toy before changing it out for the next size since his body had gotten used to the smallest. He repeated his movements with the medium before pressing in the largest of the group, moaning out lowly and pausing to let the slight bit of pain to fade, his hand curling around his prick finally.
It wasn’t long before he was pushing the toy in and out of his body at the same rate as his hand was taking as it moved over his cock, sounds of pleasure floating over the sounds of water splashing. The bundle of nerves that was his prostate was being abused oh so nicely by the blunt head of the toy, rocking his body with the pleasure and heat. Panting harshly as he moved his thumb over the top of his prick, Ichigo bowed up and choked on his breath as he came, the toy sliding halfway out as he let go of it.
Relaxing once more into the water, the red head lazily pulled the toy the rest of the way out of his body and letting it float in the water. Sitting up after a moment, he cleaned his chest off, getting the last of his come off and then his entrance, getting the sticky lube out of his body with a wrinkle of his nose at the residual soreness. Finishing with his body, he tended to his toys, drying them off and putting the toys into the box again.
Draining the water, Ichigo sighed and pulled on his bathrobe before grabbing a towel to wrap around his neck. Drying off his short hair, he stepped into his bedroom, stopping at the sight of Kensei lying on his bed.
Not only was he laying on his bed, but with his cock standing at attention between the flaps of his pants and beading at the tip.
“You know, if you wanted to have a bit of fun, you could have come to me,” Kensei drawled, watching Ichigo turn red slowly. “I would have taken you to bed. Granted, I would also move you to my room but that would be fun.”
“Do you mean that?” Ichigo asked, sounding a bit lusty. Kensei smirked at the red head and reached down to stroke himself.
“I never say anything I don’t mean,” the vizard purred.
“Good,” Ichigo husked, dropping his robe, much to Kenseis delight.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~
Pausing outside of Ichigos door, Grimmjaw frowned lightly at a sound that came from within. Pressing an ear to the door, he jumped away from it before stalking down the all with a pout.
After all, hearing the one you wanted in your own bed scream out ‘Fuck me harder, damnit,’ would be enough to make anyone pout.