Giving Grace

“I think it’s time to teach me something, Ukitake-taichou. Where should I start?”

Jyuushiro kisses back hungrily, and when Shuuhei moves away his fists clench in their cuffs. Eventually, his breathing evens and he opens his eyes and turns his head to watch the vice-Captain undressing. His grin answers Shuuhei's. "I have to admit I'm not sure there's much I can teach you about teasing. Hm... maybe that third drawer down on the chest of drawers right next to you. There should be two clips connected by a chain in there..."

In the third drawer is a medium weight chain with two butterfly shaped clamps on each end. Shuuhei opens each clamp by pushing the outside edges in and tries it on his finger. When he pulls the chain, the clamp tightens.

Shuuhei smiles and slides the drawer shut with his hip. He makes his way back to the bed and crawls back between Ukitake’s legs. He slides the edges of the clamps around the Captain’s left nipple and pulls the chain to tighten on the already inflamed skin. He watches Ukitake’s face as he pulls, guessing by the older man’s reaction when to stop.

As Shuuhei tightens the first clamp, Jyuushiro's body starts to tension, his eyes roll closed, and then right at that point where the pain is not quite too much, he says, "There. Oh, gods, yes, there."

Shuuhei swallows hard, the intensity of the moment making all the blood in his body pool in his groin. He moves to the other nipple and tightens the clamp slowly and carefully.

Jyuushiro shudders and whimpers, whispering his, "Stop. There..." He has to swallow hard as the sensations whip through him. Then he laughs shakily, "I always... always forget that they're... they're going to hurt just... that much more when they... come off... but, oh gods... that's good."

Shuuhei flicks the tormented nipples with his tongue before sitting up straight and running his hands over Ukitake’s bound thighs. “You said you liked flogging… tell me how to do that please? Where can I do it? What do I do it with?

Jyuushiro trembles now with the flicks of Shuuhei's tongue as he groans with the sensation. He has to pull himself back together again at the questions Shuuhei asks and he takes a few, slow breaths to do so, hands fisted in the cuffs. "Ah. Oh. Right. In the other room. You'll have to release me and rub my legs a bit so I can stand, but for what I really want, it'll be better if I'm standing there and you hit my back. It's... It's possible to flog someone on a bed, but... much harder to aim..."

Shuuhei's eyes move to the ropes around Ukitake's thighs. "I... I like you tied like this though, Taichou... I've been looking forward to fucking you like this…”

Jyuushiro gulps and shudders."And I'm not looking forward to trying to stand... uhm..." He closes his eyes and thinks. "Ah. I think... you have aim, you're a swordsman. We could just flip me over and have you hit me from the sides, perhaps. Please go into the other room and get the turquoise flogger, it should be thinner and have suede tails. I think it will be plenty..."

Shuuhei all but leaps off the bed and moves to the other room. He scans the rows of toys until his eyes come across the requested item. He picks it up, feeling the texture of the handle with the pad of his thumb. He tests the weight and slowly makes his way back to the bedroom. Jyuushiro sees how Hisagi carries the flogger as he comes back in and he nods.

Adrenaline courses through Shuuhei's veins as he reaches over Ukitake to undo the cuffs. He rubs the older man’s slender wrists and moves slowly, giving the limbs time to regain circulation.

Jyuushiro's breath catches at how gently Shuuhei handles his wrists, and he fights back tears he knows are just an indication of how deep he now is in sub space. He doesn't want to scare the young man, but it feels so good.

Shuuhei loves the way Ukitake is looking at him as he takes the Captain in his arms and moves him to the edge of the bed. He places the older man on his knees, facing the middle of the bed and lowers Ukitake’s upper body so the Captain has most of his weight on his elbows. Shuuhei then carefully collects Ukitake’s hair, twists it, and places it over the older man’s shoulder. The older man sighs softly as Shuuhei runs his hands down the pale skin. He kisses along the other’s spine to the sound of gentle murmurs of pleasure.

Shuuhei then leaves the bed and moves to stand behind the Captain. He admires the perfect curves of Ukitake’s ass, the way his sack hangs heavily beneath his puckered entrance.

Jyuushiro crouches over his bound legs, enjoying the fact that he is completely exposed to the one walking around him.

Shuuhei’s cock twitches and he loosens the ties of his hakama, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Fully nude, he takes the turquoise flogger from the bed and gently drags it across the Captain’s bare back.

“Just your back? Or can I strike your ass as well, Taichou?”

Jyuushiro answers quietly, "It's safer to hit across my ass. On my back, avoid laying the tips first, and avoid my spine. Try and lay down a good six to eight inches of the tails when you hit, wherever you hit. This small flogger isn't going to do too much damage if you miss, but it'll still sting rather than give me the blow I want."

Shuuhei drapes the suede tails over Ukitake’s bare shoulder. He pulls gently, dragging the flogger slowly down the Captain’s skin again before teasing it up between the bound thighs, over Ukitake’s sack, over his entrance, and up past the cleft of his ass. He takes his time, waiting for the tension in the older man’s thighs to lessen. He slowly tickles the pale skin with the suede until he sees muscles relaxing, more even breathing.

Jyuushiro whimpers at the gentle teasing, muscles tensing, playing as the soft sensation of the suede runs along his nerves. When the sensation gentles, he settles, relaxing, waiting.

Shuuhei takes that moment to pull back and land a quick strike across both Ukitake’s ass cheeks.

Jyuushiro jumps at the sudden strike and then cries out as the sudden movement pulls against the weight of the chain on his nipple clamps. He shudders all over. It takes him a breath or two before he says, "You're... you're, oh gods, you do it that way and I'm... I'm going to break faster than I thought..."

Shuuhei sets the flogger on the bed and leans over the older man. "Break?" He whispers against Ukitake's cheek while pulling aside a stray lock of sweaty white hair. "Is that good or bad, Taichou?"

Jyuushiro's breath shivers, "It can be very good. It's where I really want to go, Hisagi-san. If you do a steady flogging on me. I'll start by just taking the punishment, and gradually it'll crack my control. I'll start to cry out more, start to writhe with each strike more... and there will be a point when I can do nothing but react. Surprising me is another way to get there, but it's more erratic, depends on what you do. That point where I just react is what I call my break point."

Shuuhei kisses Ukitake’s neck, licks and nips the pale flesh as he makes his way down the Captain’s back. His hands run over the other man’s sides, his hips. His blunt nails scratch down the skin of Ukitake’s thighs. Nothing but react? Shuuhei thinks to himself. Can I get him that far gone?

Jyuushiro, after having come up enough to explain things, closes his eyes at the kisses, head bowing back on to his freed hands. He gives small shivers to the nips, and small hums of pleasure at the long strokes down his sides and hips. He purrs softly at the scratches.

Shuuhei smiles as he hears the older man sigh and purr under his touches. He hovers over the skin of the Captain’s lower back, his thumbs massage into the twin indentations on both sides of Ukitake’s spine. “Gods that’s hot…”

Jyuushiro mmm's quietly at the massage, muscles relaxing.

Shuuhei takes a breath before gripping Ukitake’s thighs and sinking his teeth into the skin just left of the Captain’s spine. He bites down hard. Not enough to break the skin, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark.

Jyuushiro gives a hard grunt of surprise, as he takes the bite and heat of it tensions him against his leg bindings.

Shuuhei takes the opportunity to straighten and bring his hand down on the right side of Ukitake’s ass. The hard slap echoes through the empty room. Jyuushiro jumps and the nipple clamps pull and his breath hisses between this teeth as the heat of the slap adds to the strip left by the flogger on Shuuhei's first strike.

“Surprised, Taichou?” Shuuhei snickers.

Jyuushiro swallows and chuckles shakily. "Yes, Hisagi-san."

The younger man steadies himself and runs his left hand over Ukitake’s left ass cheek. He slowly takes the flogger from the bed and drags it up the older man’s right thigh before pulling back as if to strike.

The ass cheek that's stroked tightens, and Jyuushiro murmurs at the caress of suede. When he sees the motion back, the Captain can't help but tighten.

Shuuhei hesitates just long enough to ready the Captain for a flog on the right side, before changing his stance and slapping Ukitake again hard with his hand on the left side of his ass.

"Gods!" Jyuushiro shouts and then groans as his own reaction pulls again at his tortured nipples and the burn from the slap gets through to him amid all the other sensations.

Ukitake’s shout goes straight to Shuuhei’s cock and he reacts with two quick strikes with the flogger across the Captain’s back. Identical red marks appear almost instantly below the older man’s shoulder blades and Shuuhei feels a surge of pride and lust at being the one who made those marks. He drops to his knees and runs his tongue along Ukitake’s sack, nipping around the skin of the Captain’s anus.

Jyuushiro grunts with each of the two blows, feeling them pile on top of the heat of the slap on his ass, and the burn of his nipples being pulled. Their precise placement promises Jyuushiro much more. He wants more strikes, steady strikes on his back, but he understands how hard it is and potentially how thrilling it is for a beginning top to hit someone at all. Suddenly he feels the surprise of that wet heat, rough as only a tongue can be against his sack. Jyuushiro shifts and moans at the bindings on his trembling legs, holding him helplessly in place.

"Hisagi-san... please..." Jyuushiro swallows a sob, as he knows if he wants more he needs to ask before Shuuhei goes on to something that will shake his ability to speak even more. "Please, can you hit me more times? I know... it's hard to do, but I need... I'd like a dozen pairs of strikes right... around where you hit me on the back."

Shuuhei sucks and nibbles as he murmurs against the puckered skin. “Have patience, Taichou… I’m getting there…” The words drag a shaky chuckle from Jyuushiro, and Shuuhei stands again and strikes quickly on each ass cheek. Then, again on each side of the spine, but lower on the back. He continues the steady blows in twos, enjoying the symmetry in the red lines on the pale flesh. He feels powerful, invincible; so turned on at the display of submission before him, he feels his balls tightening painfully.

Jyuushiro puts his head down and takes the blows, feeling, again, that precise placement that puts them on the big muscles of his back. Gradually, as Shuuhei covers the area with steady strikes, the overlap starts to really burn and build. By the tenth pair, Jyuushiro twists against the pain, moaning with each breath. When Shuuhei finishes he gasps for breath. "Per... perfect... oh... kami of sea and sky..."

Jyuushiro can feel that the skin is going to bruise, but he can already feel the buzz and pleasure of the endorphins in his system creating a calm and deep focus on the sensations that are his, right now, to feel.

Shuuhei kneels again and kneads the flesh of the other’s ass. He spreads the cheeks with his thumbs to dive deep into the pink pucker. He licks and sucks and bites, listening for those beautiful cries that will be his undoing.

The nips make Jyuushiro cry out, hands fisting in the sheets. When he is spread by those thumbs, his whole body arches, and he almost wails as the nipple clamps pull again. His control shatters, his thoughts all fly, with each lick and suckling against his anus, with each breath, Jyuushiro gives vent to his own pleasure.

Shuuhei stands and slides his hands over Ukitake’s back and around to his front. He flicks the nipples with his thumbs as his tongue runs over the angry red patches of skin. He grinds his hips forward, digging his erection against the Captain’s ass.

Jyuushiro's cock and balls feel so tight, now, so heavy and he shudders at the strokes across his back. The flick of his nipples brings another cry, and the strokes of Shuuhei's tongue along the burn of his bruises suddenly bring tears back to his eyes. This time he can't hold them back. He pushes back against the hardness, wanting, wanting so much to have Shuuhei in him.

Shuuhei breathes hotly over Ukitake’s shoulders before he sinks his teeth into the pale flesh at the top of Ukitake’s spine.

The breath gives Jyuushiro just enough warning that he keeps his head forward, hands entwined with the sheets, and when the bite comes his whole body shakes and bucks with it.

Shuuhei lifts his head and lets out a shaky breath against Ukitake’s ear. “I think you like bites on your back Taichou…”

Jyuushiro gives a very, very shaky chuckle, tears still running quietly from his eyes, "Yes. Oh, yes."

Shuuhei’s arms snake around the other man’s chest and he pulls the Captain upright against him. Jyuushiro leans back against Shuuhei's chest as he's pulled up, it feels so good to be held... and his arms are free, so he arches back, both hands sliding into Shuuhei's hair to grip hard near the roots.

Shuuhei groans and grinds his hips forward again, loving the way the Captain’s body arches against him. He lets Ukitake’s head fall back on his shoulder and he sucks the older man’s ear lobe into his mouth. “I wanna lay you on your back, Taichou,” he says between bites. “Can you lie on your back?”

Jyuushiro shivers at the wet warmth against his earlobe. At the question he sighs happily, "Yes. I'd… I'd love to." He releases Shuuhei's hair.

Shuuhei carefully turns Ukitake and lays him against the pillows, where the older man groans a little before settling in. He kisses down his neck and chest.

Jyuushiro arches and murmurs at the soft kisses against his neck, the gentle reminder of the choker he's wearing, and chest, and he realizes the tears start flowing again.

Shuuhei stops to tease a nipple with his tongue before moving to grab the orange scented lube. He pops the cap with his thumb and dribbles a small amount over his shaking fingers. He leans back over Ukitake, stroking his own length, coating himself with the slickness.

At the tease of his still-clamped nipples Jyuushiro yelps and shivers. While Hisagi deals with the lube, Jyuushiro reaches up to just grasp the headboard bars with his hands. He watches Hisagi coating himself and he bites his lower lip, and his eyes widen as the younger man moves toward his groin.

Shuuhei breaths softly over the Captain’s cock and runs his tongue from the base to tip and is rewarded with a soft, gasping cry. The younger man then crawls over the Captain’s trembling body. He kisses the wetness he finds on Ukitake’s cheeks, licks at the saltiness, savoring the taste as he slips his knees beneath the bound legs.

Jyuushiro is shaken by the tenderness of the kisses, the licks along his tears. He hasn't frightened or put off Shuuhei. He spreads his legs as much as he can, when he understands what Shuuhei is trying to do.

Shuuhei straightens and holds the older man’s right thigh as he presses the head of his cock into Ukitake’s body. He pushes in slowly, groaning at the exquisite heat that accepts him easily.

At the push, Jyuushiro moans, does his best to just relax, and at the invasion his body arches again. He gives a soft cry at the hot invasion sliding deep within him. "Yes, oh gods, yes," he whispers.

Shuuhei’s eyes slide closed. Ukitake’s voice sends chills rocketing down his spine, electrifying his nerves. The need, the submission he hears makes him almost cry out himself. He pulls his hips back, letting himself slide from the body before him before pressing back in. He grunts and grips the Captain’s hips as he moves again. “Oh… Gods, Taichou… oh fuck…”

As Shuuhei presses into him again, Jyuushiro's back is a blaze of sensations, his nipples twinge with each breath he takes, the tension along his shoulders and arms play, his trembling legs focus on the warmth of Shuuhei's grasp on his thigh. Jyuushiro is simply lost amidst all of it. He gives a low, soft shuddering moan as his body is invaded again, body utterly responsive to what he's being given, to the words of desire from the other man.

Shuuhei releases the other’s thigh and leans over the older man. He rests one hand beside Ukitake’s head and the other grips a metal bar of the headboard for leverage. He moves his hips methodically; his pace is still slow, still careful. He leans in and breathes against the Captain’s lips. “You okay?”

Jyuushiro opens his eyes at the words, and can't find words to save his life. Instead, he just reacts physically. He reaches up to kiss Shuuhei, a hot, trembling kiss. Shuuhei can feel each of his thrusts going all the way through Jyuushiro, so that all of Jyuushiro's breath and body moves with each one.

Jyuushiro's hands come free of the bars. He slides one hand up Shuuhei's arm, eagerly stroking the bare skin of Shuuhei's shoulder, then chest and back. He slides the other hand into Shuuhei's hair, just cupping the back of his head.

Shuuhei returns the kiss with everything he has, bearing down on the older man as his thrusts become harder and faster. He becomes almost lost in the sensations, everything leaves his head but pale skin, heat and friction over his cock, and tantalizing cries against his lips. He reaches a hand down to grip Ukitake’s thigh, burying his face in the Captain’s neck he moves at a fanatical pace. “Put your arms around me, Taichou,” he manages to gasp against the other’s skin. “Please…”

Jyuushiro wraps his arms around Shuuhei, cries growing louder, more needy as his tortured nipples come into contact with the bare, hard chest above his own. Sweat slicks between the two men, and Jyuushiro's weeping, hard cock rubs between them as Jyuushiro rolls his hips with each impact. Shuuhei's face rubs against both throat and collar, and Jyuushiro swallows hard and tightens his abs and ass.

Shuuhei’s hand leaves Ukitake’s hip and reaches between their bodies to stroke the older man’s length. He pumps sporadically against the pounding of his hips, having lost all rhythm in his urgent need for completion. He feels his balls tighten and muffles his moans by biting the Captain’s neck.

At the bite, Jyuushiro sobs as his inner muscles close down hard, his prostate clenches.

His orgasm hits him hard enough, he gives a gasping grunt like when he's taken a body blow. His nails bite into Shuuhei's back, as his cock spasms and spills his seed between them both.

Shuuhei loses his breath as Ukitake’s nails dig into his back, the sound that erupts from the older man sends an almost painful shudder through him, gathering in his gut and releasing in hot spurts. He cries out wordlessly as he sees white and empties himself into the body beneath him.

Jyuushiro gasps out as he feels Shuuhei swelling and spilling within him. It only enhances the after shocks of his own orgasm, and he sobs out with each breath that leaves him, finally slowing to soft, shuddering moans and whimpers.

Shuuhei tries to slow his breathing, fearing he’s going to black out. He wraps his arms around Ukitake’s chest and nuzzles the older man’s neck. He leaves soft kisses where his bite marks are beginning to show.

He has almost settled when he suddenly remembers who he’s lying on top of. He pushes himself up quickly and places a gentle hand on the Captain’s chest.

“I- I’m sorry, Ukitake-taichou,” he says quickly. “I tried so hard not to crush you…”

Jyuushiro's free arms pull Shuuhei back down onto him, and even though he groans just a little at the weight, he strokes Shuuhei's back and tries to get his thoughts and words back together. He puts his face against Shuuhei's throat and rubs there, and he whispers quietly, "Please... hold me?"

Shuuhei lowers his head to kiss the older man, Jyuushiro kisses back, still shaking. During the kiss, Shuuhei slowly pulls his flaccid member from the Captain’s body, eliciting whimpers. His lips travel over Ukitake’s nose and eyelids before coming to his forehead. Ukitake's breathing firms, quiets at the so-soft kisses. Shuuhei threads his fingers through white hair heavy with perspiration. “I will, Taichou, I will,” he whispers. "Just give me one second all right?”

Jyuushiro turns his face a little into the fingertips and at the whisper he sighs and nods.

Shuuhei lowers his head and carefully loosens the clamp on the Captain’s right nipple. Ukitake whimpers and writhes as the circulation returns. Shuuhei licks the swollen and bruised flesh and blows to cool the irritated skin. He then massages the tender spot and moves to the opposite side, repeating the process.

Jyuushiro gasps in appreciation for the combination of what Shuuhei does, providing a needed distraction. Gradually he relaxes as the pain recedes.

As he watches Ukitake relax, Shuuhei leaves the nipples and moves to the ropes securing the Captain’s legs. He carefully unites the knots and as he unwinds, he kisses the reddened flesh. When both legs are free he gently straightens the limbs and massages the muscles to bring circulation back.

Jyuushiro groans as his legs finally straighten after being bent for so long, and he sighs at the massage, flexing muscles to help the process.

Shuuhei whispers quietly between kisses as his hands work. “You’re so beautiful, Taichou… so perfect…” He kisses and rubs and whispers against skin. “You make me feel so good… so powerful…” He moves up slowly, whispering, kissing, and licking sweat and come as he makes his way back to Ukitake’s lips.

Jyuushiro's thoughts slowly come back, and his eyes flutter open at the words, at the gentle ministrations as Shuuhei cleans him in a way almost more intimate than the sex they've shared. He can scent his own come on Shuuhei's whispers, and he stirs. He gives a soft chuckle, "Hisagi-san. I am... very far... from perfect... but I'm glad... for what you feel."

Shuuhei moves to his side, propped on one elbow, and brushes Ukitake’s bangs from his face. “Are you all right, Taichou?” He whispers. “Do you want me to take you to the bath?”

Jyuushiro closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and finds it just a little tighter than he likes. "I'm... I'm hm." He takes a moment to gather more words to himself. "I'm all right in that I really enjoyed what you did for me. The tub will take care of my physical needs. I'm still... a little vulnerable emotionally... I'll... I will need some tenderness, and... being held in the tub will fulfill some of that."

Shuuhei’s breath catches and he pulls the Captain into his arms. He kisses Ukitake’s lips gently and slips his hand underneath the older man’s back. “I can do that, Taichou,” Shuuhei says softly. “Hold onto me.”