Kenpachi and Ichigo
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,815
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters. I do not profit from these stories
Apart
Apart
Ichigo rolled over on his bed and sighed, unable to fall into a much needed sleep. It was testing time at the University and he had been studying all day. He was relying on other shinigami to take care of any hollow in town so he could concentrate on his human responsibilities without interruption. All was well enough, and he wasn't worried about passing. He'd always gotten good grades. Even the break from fighting was a nice way to relax, but he just couldn't now that he was in bed.
He just couldn't understand it. He never usually had trouble sleeping. He lay there, thinking randomly, counting sheep. He even got up to exercise as a way to expel this strange pent up energy. Nothing was working. Absolutely nothing.
Sweaty, but still not tired enough to sleep, he lay down and sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling for some reason why. He got his answer when the headlights of a car sent shadows through his room. One particular shadow looked like a spike and he watched it until the shadow slowly disappeared with the light. A slow smile spread across his face as the realization hit. He hadn't seen Kenpachi for a few days. Dammit, was he getting that attached to him?
Well, he couldn't just take off for Seireitei this late, and if he did, he'd end up staying there, and that wouldn't do when he had an early morning test. He'd just have to take care of this on his own.
Ichigo closed his eyes, brought up a image of his lover and slid his hand inside his boxers. He sighed soft, stroking his warm skin to life. It didn't take long to coax his cock into arousal. Fuck taking his time, he wanted a release so he could get some sleep. His hand worked vigorous, legs sliding up to press his feet against the mattress. He groaned soft, the image of Kenpachi so strong he could almost feel his reiatsu.
Ichigo's hand froze when he felt the shift on his bed and he opened his eyes to see the big hulking figure moving over him. He let out a gasping laugh when he saw the spikes and that big grin that only Kenpachi could pull off. He should have figured he couldn't imagine that powerful reiatsu on his own.
"I can't sleep because of you," Kenpachi voice grumbled low.
"Then we are matched with annoyance," Ichigo gasped when Kenpachi tore his boxers off.
"Mn. Who is more annoyed?" His mouth swallowed Ichigo's length to the base, his nose pressed to his tuft of pubic hair. Ichigo moaned and gripped the spikes, hips working roughly to the heat of his mouth. To the question of who was more annoyed? As long as they were both sated, it just didn't matter.
Ichigo rolled over on his bed and sighed, unable to fall into a much needed sleep. It was testing time at the University and he had been studying all day. He was relying on other shinigami to take care of any hollow in town so he could concentrate on his human responsibilities without interruption. All was well enough, and he wasn't worried about passing. He'd always gotten good grades. Even the break from fighting was a nice way to relax, but he just couldn't now that he was in bed.
He just couldn't understand it. He never usually had trouble sleeping. He lay there, thinking randomly, counting sheep. He even got up to exercise as a way to expel this strange pent up energy. Nothing was working. Absolutely nothing.
Sweaty, but still not tired enough to sleep, he lay down and sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling for some reason why. He got his answer when the headlights of a car sent shadows through his room. One particular shadow looked like a spike and he watched it until the shadow slowly disappeared with the light. A slow smile spread across his face as the realization hit. He hadn't seen Kenpachi for a few days. Dammit, was he getting that attached to him?
Well, he couldn't just take off for Seireitei this late, and if he did, he'd end up staying there, and that wouldn't do when he had an early morning test. He'd just have to take care of this on his own.
Ichigo closed his eyes, brought up a image of his lover and slid his hand inside his boxers. He sighed soft, stroking his warm skin to life. It didn't take long to coax his cock into arousal. Fuck taking his time, he wanted a release so he could get some sleep. His hand worked vigorous, legs sliding up to press his feet against the mattress. He groaned soft, the image of Kenpachi so strong he could almost feel his reiatsu.
Ichigo's hand froze when he felt the shift on his bed and he opened his eyes to see the big hulking figure moving over him. He let out a gasping laugh when he saw the spikes and that big grin that only Kenpachi could pull off. He should have figured he couldn't imagine that powerful reiatsu on his own.
"I can't sleep because of you," Kenpachi voice grumbled low.
"Then we are matched with annoyance," Ichigo gasped when Kenpachi tore his boxers off.
"Mn. Who is more annoyed?" His mouth swallowed Ichigo's length to the base, his nose pressed to his tuft of pubic hair. Ichigo moaned and gripped the spikes, hips working roughly to the heat of his mouth. To the question of who was more annoyed? As long as they were both sated, it just didn't matter.