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Ikkaku

My nap is being disturbed. Kinda irritating when I consider that I’ve had an afternoon nap for the past fifty years at this time every day. Of course, when it’s a wriggly armful of blond, I might be able to forgive. “Kira, what are you doing?”

A quiet little growl and fluffed bangs pop out of the blanket, mussed from their usual straight lines after crawling up the bed. He looks me over briefly before pushing gently on my shoulders. I grin up at him and he growls again, a bit louder this time.

He’s so adorable when he’s like this. Lately, he’s been just a bit more aggressive, actively taking the lead to initiate sex, pinning me to the bed. Still working his way up to it though because as soon as I push back, even a little bit, he releases me and lets me take over.

More practice must be in order and I’ve never been one to complain about an extra round. His hands press my wrists to the bed and I push against him, just enough to encourage him to press down. He does, holding firm for the first time as he wriggles his body up further to straddle my hips, pushing my arms above my head. It feels like a band of steel is wrapped around each wrist, warm and solid while his hands trail down my arms to flutter over my face.

My sleeping robe slides open, the loose belt fading away like a memory under sweet hands. When I try to move, I can’t even budge my arms. My eyes narrow and I put some effort into it. Still nothing. That… is vaguely disturbing. He’s watching me, hiding behind his bangs and long lashes, hands trembling softly against my throat. “Ikkaku?” Usually pale cheeks are a bright pink, his embarrassment getting the better of him.

Huh. It’s a lot harder than it seems to lift your arms when the backs of your hands are pinned to something. But I could say no, have him release me. Of course, then I wouldn’t get to see how far he’ll go. The longer I think about it, the more red he gets and the more his fingers twist together. Alright then, decided.

My hips move under his, pushing upwards to lift him with a surprised squeak, palms flat against my chest. A pleased smile, happy with himself and a little bit proud, and I grin back at him. He’s just so damn cute! “Ikkaku, I learned something.”

“Yeah?” Thin fingers run up my arms again to tap my fingertips and trail back down. As they pass, thin bands of energy wrap around my limbs, holding me tightly to the bed. Two on each finger to spread them wide, one across the palm, two more on my forearm, four across my bicep and he leans in to kiss my neck, nibbling gently.

I don’t think I care what he learned.

The softest of giggles and he rolls his hips against mine, taunting with his heat, the rough brush of his outer pants. I hum at him, letting my hips press to his slowly, rubbing sensitive skin against the dark cloth. He’s wandering over my shoulders and down to nip at peaking nipples. His bright lips are so sexy against my tanned skin and the dark points of my nipples. A slow sweep of the tongue and I arch, groaning. “Fuck you’re sexy.”

His cheeks flush as he burrows into my sternum, quick hands running over my skin to leave firm restraints behind. So adorable, so incredibly sexy in his embarrassment, he’s the perfect lover. Trailing over my skin, his lips are soft and a bit chapped, just rough enough to be felt as they press firmly then ghost away. “Tease.”

He stares up at me, tongue still licking at my abs. “Never.” Sharp little teeth nip at the soft spot just under my bellybutton and he sucks until I can feel the bruise forming. His hips shift from side to side, brushing his stomach against my erection. The gasp stays half formed as he moves quickly, shoving my legs apart to settle between them.

Shivers skitter up and down my back. I can’t tell what he’s going to do, if he’ll take me, ride me, continue to deny me that pretty little mouth on my cock. It’s not a bad feeling, adds a bit of mystery and tension that wasn’t there before. My feet edge up so I can thrust against his body, the bottoms of my feet pressing into the bed.

He laughs into my skin and grabs my ankle, gliding those slim, strong little fingers over the joint to rub along the top of my foot and between my toes. The gentle touch brings a groan to my throat and it shudders down my body to be licked at. Warm bands wrap around my ankle and the arch of my foot, tying me firmly to the bed. The other leg is anchored in the same fashion and I test it, making a serious effort to lift my foot.

It doesn’t budge and he snickers into the crease of my thigh. “No, no, you can’t get away from me.” So bold of him. Heat follows his hands up over my knee, briefly pausing to tickle behind then off to tease the edges of my groin. His fingers tangle in the dark curls just before bonds move over my hips and thighs. My eyes widen and I wiggle experimentally.

Or try to. Nothing moves. Not my shoulders, my chest, hips, legs, nothing but the trembling of my skin under his tongue. I can’t move side to side, up or down, I can only lift my head to watch him. Which I do as his mouth moves further down, pink tongue lapping delicately at the head of my cock. I feel like I could explode just like this, watching him smile at my reaction.

Hot, burning breath and he’s gone, blowing cool air from a few inches away. The bead of moisture at the tip trembles before sliding down my shaft and he leans in quickly to catch it. I think I scream but I’m not sure, too busy trying to blink the stars out of my eyes to be bothered with the little things. Teeth scrape gently, barely a hint of teasing before he swallows me to the base, relaxed and quick. A brief bob of his head as his fingers trail my thighs and slide between to touch my balls and sneak back against my opening.

“’Zuru.” His eyes open and watch me as he sucks hard, cheeks hollowing. My head falls back to the bed with a thud and he giggles, rubbing the soft sound against my skin. A finger slides over the head of my cock before trailing back to press gently, easing inside. We haven’t switched since the first time a few weeks ago and it feels strange. Vulnerable when I can’t move an inch. One finger twists slowly, petting from the inside while the other hand presses behind my balls, countering the pressure.

All the while he sucks and nibbles, dragging moans from me in a steady stream of pleasure. Another finger sneaks in and he can reach the right spot. My body tenses, trying desperately to arch but he shushes against my thigh. Soft cheeks rub against my skin, soothing as he works me higher with his fingers. “Bloody tease.”

“Oh? No more?” He pulls away and wipes his hands briefly on the sheet before wiggling around again, shifting to stand over me. “Well, alright, if that’s what you want.” Small feet plant themselves firmly on either side of my hips and he smiles down at me, pale eyes dancing with his pleasure.

Lightly tanned fingers slide over his hips, almost white against the black of his pants and brown in contrast to the white belt. It comes undone with a flick of his wrist and he fiddles with the ends for a second before tugging gently and letting the thick cloth fall to the side.

Without the belt to hold it in, his top flutters open a bit, showing flashes of white, white skin covering tight muscle. His cheeks pink charmingly and he slides his hands up under the edge of his over shirt, lifting it over his head with an easy motion. As it drops to the floor, his head shakes, tossing his bangs into a more manageable position. The slim back arches and I can see through the soft undershirt, pert nipples taunting me from my prone position.

And something is different in the shape. I stare, squinting at him while he blushes away. Long fingers twirl in the edge of his thin shirt and he suddenly whips it over his head, folding his arms self-consciously in from of his stomach. Air rushes into my lungs, leaving me light headed. Or maybe that’s because every ounce of blood I own just rushed straight to my cock. A little gold barbell cuts one nipple in half, soft blue stones at each end.

Frantic panting and he smiles down at me, watching my hands quiver with the painful urge to touch. Long fingers trace a long path over his stomach and up each rib, circling slowly to tug gently at the gold. It twists and I can almost taste the metal on my tongue as he moans and arches his back. I’m nearly drooling at just the thought of repeating that tug with my teeth, just to hear the sweet little cry he’ll let out.

His pants are next, a slow squirm of ties unravelling to hang at his thighs, drawing the eye to tight muscle and making me remember the last time I saw him naked. This morning while he brushed his hair, toothbrush hanging from his mouth and slim muscle bunched while he knelt to look under the table for a sock.

His stomach is flat and pale, crisscrossed with barely visible white scars, too faint to feel. I marvel at how very pale he is with the clear complexion of a natural blond. Dark cloth eases over his legs and I lick my lips again to keep from begging. Just looking would never be enough and he knows it, twisting his hips to let the pants fall to rest against my stomach. Taut skin shudders under the small weight and he steps gracefully from the pile, using a toe to shove it off the bed.

A slender foot trails my side as his hands slip over his skin, plucking at hard little nipples. Soft moans and I struggle against the bonds again. Quiet laughter as he kneels over my hips to taunt me with the silk of his inner thighs. Thin fingers continue to travel his body, brushing mine as he plays with himself, petting his thighs and stomach, stroking slowly over his cock.

Finally, finally, it feels like hours have passed since he came sneaking up our bed, he wraps his hand around both erections, stroking slowly as he leans forward. Soft, warm breath tickles my cheek an instant before he takes my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine between pants. “Don't come.”

Don’t come? How the hell do I not? “Baby, I can’t wait.” A disappointed noise against my skin. “Sorry, love, sorry.” Orgasm is pressing my balls up, swelling my cock in his hand. I can feel it growing by the second, with every heartbeat.

“Please? I want to show you.” Holy shit. He’s still doing work-up? Any hotter and I’ll be lucky if the only thing to melt is my brain. A quick nod is all I can manage before my head falls back to hit the bed so I can focus on waiting. Heat wraps delicately around my dick, tightening and sending pulsing tingles up and down. It solidifies suddenly at the base, forming a tight ring and I grit my teeth. Almost painful, almost too much but Kira slides away, leaning over me to reach the oil jar and dip his fingers inside.

He licks them quickly and smiles at me before leaning backwards, legs spread wide over my waist to give me a perfect view. Thin fingers slick oil over his inner thighs before trailing up to touch the dark pink hole, pressing gently until they vanish with a low moan.

I echo him helplessly, mouth aching to touch him, lick at the sweat glistening on his chest, the oil shining on his stomach. He’s so incredibly uninhibited today, aggressive, bold. Gorgeous with the flush in his cheeks and soft cries on his lips. His other hand moves to grasp my cock and line it up while he rocks back on his heels, pressing me to his entrance with a breathy moan.

Tight, too tight, he didn’t stretch himself enough and I can see it on his face, the slight flinch around his eyes. “Baby, wait, stop, come on.” He knows I hate it when he hurts himself.

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?” He smiles down and runs his hands over his thighs, taking a deep breath. “Ready?” In a rush, he slides down over me, enveloping me in his heat as his back curls and his head drops. Warm air blows quickly over my stomach, sending shivers down my spine as it cools almost immediately.

When I open my eyes again, he’s watching me. Not from above but almost even with my stomach, brilliant eyes staring up through long lashes. When he sees me watching, his eyes close and he moves his head just a bit so I can see his lips wrapped around the head of his erection.

I can’t breathe, air completely escapes me as I watch him lick and suck gently, feel the pull of his arousal pulse against where I’m buried inside. This is some kind of crazy dream; I’ve heard of it, how it can be bought in the most expensive brothels. But I never expected to actually see someone do it.

Move, I have to move. Power floods out, intent on ripping the bonds apart and Izuru moans, a startled sound of urgent desire. The bands holding me down glow, brighter and brighter but don’t weaken. No matter how I try to fight them, they hold steady. The more power I force out, the tighter he gets, crying around the thick flesh in his mouth, sending tremors through the muscle to curl around me. Trim hips shift suddenly, rising and lowering slowly and I watch the blond head rise and fall, pale cheeks slightly hollowed as he sucks. As a distraction, it’s damn effective.

Kira’s vibrating over me, ass clenching and releasing faster than I can keep track, orgasm pounding at him. His head flips up with a gasp, long bangs shaking as he pants and shudders over me. Slender fingers run over the band at the base of my shaking dick, confining pressure vanishing.

For a second I think he’ll just ride me, keep me tethered for his pleasure, but his hands shake over me. Power high, he’s transferring the excess reitsu I released between us and I can feel the bonds shifting as his control fades. It doesn’t matter now, I’m already exploding within him.

Fuck, it kind of hurts but after waiting so long I could die a happy, happy man. Pale eyes stare at me as he trembles and releases, splashing over both of us. So beautiful. He’s always been lovely but watching pale skin turn pink and shaking, delicate hands clench against my chest, he is truly beautiful.

Bonds fade away as he collapses on my chest and I move slowly, my arms and legs already stiffening up from being confined. Soothing energy covers us both, rolling over sore muscles. I glance down to see him watching me, chin propped on his hands. “I did it.”

“Sure the fuck did.” I grin at him and pat his back slowly. “That was damn good. Where’d you learn to do that?” Because that is not something that can really be forced on you without serious harm, it’s something you have to learn and practice for.

His face flushes and he looks away. “Not that. I did it. Wabisuki and I, we did it.”

Wait, by it, he doesn’t mean… My eyes widen and I swing him up to dangle over me, long arms reaching for balance while he squeaks his surprise. “You did? Fuck yeah, knew you could.” He smiles shyly down at me and rubs his hands down my arms. “Damn, we gotta tell the guys and get your application in and”

A lean finger covers my lips. “Can we just stay here tonight? We can tell everyone tomorrow, can’t we?” Big blue eyes trace my chest. “Please?”

He looks so sweet, lying on my hands while he asks to spend time with me. “No problem.” I wouldn’t mind some time to check out his new acquisition either.





Heh heh, I was roaming around, looking for this video I heard about (yes, this is what I do instead of homework) and I was, shall we say inspired? Didn't find the video I wanted but good enough. I hope you enjoyed it. it feels strange to have only one side, maybe the next chapter should be the rest of the evening from Kira's POV? *I'm such a tease* Regardless of my failings, I hope you'll take a moment to let me know what you thought. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, I appreciate the encouragement.