Getaway

Shuuhei's eyes opened, and he blinked at his view of blond hair before remembering where he was. He and Kisuke were wrapped around one another, the sun shone through a slit in the curtains, and Shuuhei's backside complained when he untangled his leg from the covers. He winced, the evidence of early-morning activity making it impossible to mistake the sex for a dream.

Which meant, of course, that Kisuke saying he cared about Shuuhei wasn't a dream, either.

Warmth flooded Shuuhei, and he brushed his lips over Kisuke's forehead. The other man murmured incoherently in his sleep, rolling onto his back. Gingerly, Shuuhei climbed out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. He grabbed a fast shower, brushed his teeth, and when he returned to the bedroom, Kisuke was on his side and snoring. Shuuhei smiled and grabbed his pants, checking the time on his phone: just past ten. Not bad. He turned and got one of the bags from James, trying to be as quiet as possible. He slid into a pair of jeans and an over-priced t-shirt and snuck out of the room, frowning when hinges creaked and relaxing when Kisuke's breathing didn't change.

Bare feet silent on the floors of the old house, Shuuhei found his way back down to the kitchen. He stood in the doorway for a second, scratching at his growling stomach, and then remembered the pantry in the hallway. One search and mental cheer later, Shuuhei returned with bagels and had one sliced and in the toaster oven in seconds. He'd just figured out the settings when his phone buzzed. Shuuhei jumped and flailed, sheepishly looking around to make sure no one saw that as he yanked the phone out of his pocket.

Renji.

Of course.

This was turning into a habit.

"The hell you want?" Shuuhei answered, good-naturedly, as he crept back down the hallway. He had no idea why but talking to Renji felt illicit. And Shuuhei just wasn't going to analyze that.

"Why you whispering?"

"I'm not!" Shuuhei hissed, locking himself in the claustrophobic bathroom.

"You are!"

"Why are you even awake? It's Saturday."

"Byakuya woke me up early with a 'Nice to see ya' blow job."

"I know you think I want to know these things, Renji, but honest to God--"

"How's the ass?" Renji interrupted.

"None of your goddamned business."

"So you're not walkin' straight, that what I'm hearing?"

"Fuck you, Renji," Shuuhei muttered. "I'm not the only one..." He shut his mouth, not really wanting to share that gem of information with both Renji and, he knew, Byakuya.

"Oh HO!" Renji shouted in triumph, and Renji heard amused, velvety chuckling in the background.

"Renji... is Byakuya still giving you that blowjob?" Shuuhei asked, curious and aghast when he found that kind of... hot.

"Oh hell no. He likes all my attention on him when my cock's in his mouth."

"...imagine."

"I don't have to. So, seriously -- you fucked Kisuke?"

"No comment."

"No comment means 'Yes.'"

Shuuhei sighed.

"Well? C'mon... spill it, Shuu. I'm dyin' here!"

Licking his lips and toying with the lines of the wallpaper, Shuuhei smirked, listened for a second to the quiet house and then answered, "Okay. You know that shit Kisuke spouts when he's drunk? Moons and gods and--"

"By the stars in the night and the fish in the sea, all the unearthly beauty and blah blah bullshit, yeah," Renji said.

"Well, he doesn't just do it when he's drunk."

"You're shittin' me."

"I'm not."

Renji cackled. "Oh, fuck! If somebody did that to me, I'd be wondering if I blew 'em senseless."

"I had that moment, myself," Shuuhei admitted.

"So is that like, when he comes or--"

There was a low murmur in the background, and Renji chuckled. "Never mind. Apparently it's just when he really enjoys something." Renji sounded smug, and Shuuhei wanted to punch him. Out of pure brotherly love, of course, but the urge for violence was definitely there.

"I do not want to know how he knows that," Shuuhei grumbled.

"No. You don't." Renji's grin was clear in his voice.

Shuuhei sighed.

"So... you done anything you wanted, yet?"

"Done lots of things I wanted, Renji."

"You know what the fuck I'm talking about, Shuu."

Shuuhei flailed with one arm, gesticulating without witnesses. "It's only been one night!"

"Yeah. My point exactly."

Shuuhei was about to reply in kind, but he smelled something burning.

Oh fuck me, the bagels!

"Gotta go. Setting house on fire." Shuuhei hung up and dashed down the hallway. Sure enough, the bagels were black, and a smell of deep-charred bread filled the air.

"Shit!" Shuuhei shouted as he unplugged the device. He opened the door and cursed under his breath, fanning the inedible food with one hand. Feeling guilty and caught, he looked around and thanked Kisuke's gods of air and earth that no one else seemed to be in the house. He walked to the island, his back to the kitchen door, and grumbled to himself as he untwisted the package of bagels, thinking he'd just try them untoasted unless he wanted to test the fire extinguisher next time.

While he undid the twist tie, arms came around his torso and wrapped tightly about him. Shuuhei let out a noise he would never admit to making later and turned sharply to meet Kisuke's amused eyes. "Fuck," Shuuhei laughed.

"Certainly, but maybe after breakfast," Kisuke said smoothly. "And good morning to you, as well."

Shuuhei could feel his cheeks flush, and he rolled his eyes at himself before relaxing back against Kisuke. "Morning," he said. And then his phone rang.

"Renji, I swear to Christ," Shuuhei muttered with venom as he ripped the phone out and open without looking at the screen. "What?"

"Hisagi."

Shuuhei froze. "Kuchiki?"

"Tell me you have no real need for the fire department."

Shuuhei could hear Renji muffling laughter in the background, and Shuuhei wondered if he should just go back to bed. From the corner of his eye, Shuuhei saw one of Kisuke's eyebrows arch, but the blond said nothing. Instead, Kisuke shifted, putting his forehead between Shuuhei's shoulder blades before he began shaking with silent laughter.

Shuuhei repressed a groan. "Uhm, no, Kuchiki," he replied, lacing his fingers with Kisuke's. "I took care of the problem."

"So that wasn't a threat of retaliation upon my property because of my over-zealous and talkative lover?"

Shuuhei heard Renji: "I'll over-zealous you baby, c'mere."

"Ah, no, Kuchiki. Just a small incident with bagels."

"Bagels."

"Yes."

"Very well." Byakuya hung up, and Shuuhei sighed.

"I think I need to confine myself to the bedroom," Shuuhei murmured. "Gets dangerous otherwise."

"I'd be happy to help." Kisuke kissed the corner of Shuuhei's mouth. "You look happy, which pleases me a great deal more than I expected. Do you wish assistance with breakfast? Or should I return and await your efforts?"

"I think we'd both starve if you waited on me," Shuuhei said. "How 'bout I handle coffee and juice? Don't think I can set those on fire." Shuuhei paused, eyes rolling as he considered. "Though I'm sure I could figure something out..."

"Clever man," Kisuke quipped. "I'm sure you could, but I suspect that Byakuya would prefer that you not make the attempt. Bagels with butter, or perhaps some exotic nut spread and preserves? Maybe a little fresh fruit?"

"Sounds good," Shuuhei said, impulsively leaning forward and kissing Kisuke, because he could and damn it was nice.

Kisuke kissed back, wrapping Shuuhei in warm arms, hands lingering along his back. "Good."

"Keep doing that, and we won't get to breakfast," Shuuhei mumbled, making Kisuke laugh and move away. Kisuke's eyes were bright, his smile was genuine, and Shuuhei moved around the kitchen helping as he could. He felt relieved beyond measure that the banter hadn't changed between them. The old pattern of Shuuhei teasing Kisuke and the blond responding with flowery speech that would do Shunsui proud continued as they moved around one another in the kitchen. They flirted more, and some of the looks Kisuke gave Shuuhei made his blood try to catch on fire, but those were merely new things to enjoy that didn't disrupt their friendly harmony.

The two men ate breakfast, and when Kisuke got butter on the corner of his mouth, Shuuhei kissed it away without thought.

Easy.

After breakfast, Kisuke finished giving Shuuhei the tour. They walked outside, around the house and over the grounds. Shuuhei had a hard time paying any real attention to the landscape, the fiery color of the leaves on the trees, the landmarks Kisuke pointed out, or the history he explained. Kisuke's relaxed posture kept making Shuuhei feel too damned proud; his easy speech made Shuuhei want to hug him; his jokes encouraged Shuuhei to take Kisuke's hand as they strolled. Kisuke didn't complain -- even when a look of worry and near fear flickered over his features. Shuuhei hugged him until the expression went away; kissed his ear and distracted him a question about the house.

Comfortable. Friendly. Simple.

After their walk, the two men ended up in the library for an early drink. Shuuhei accepted Scotch and smiled. "Good day," he said, watching Kisuke.

"Yes, it has been a wonderful day," Kisuke replied, taking a sip of his Scotch with a slow sigh of enjoyment. "Nice to share things with you and enjoy this with someone who appreciates having the time just to exist."

Shuuhei shrugged. "I like slow. Life moves too damned fast. If you get a chance to make it hold still for a while, you take it."

Kisuke nodded before taking Shuuhei's free hand in his own. "Mmhm. A very fine philosophy."

"You know me," Shuuhei said, thinking that was truer now than it'd ever been. He squeezed Kisuke's hand and led them over to a couch. Sinking into the cushions, Shuuhei leaned his head back and sighed, glass resting on his thigh and thumb stroking Kisuke's skin.

Kisuke settled next to Shuuhei, slouching and turning to lean against Shuuhei's side. He contemplated the amber depths of his drink for a long, silent, comfortable moment and nodded. "I do know you, and admire you for your ability to take what life offers without undue risks."

"Hm?" Shuuhei asked, putting an arm around Kisuke's shoulders.

"Mm... I suppose the easiest comparison might be to Abarai, who took anything that caught his eye with regard for only his desires. Your way is certainly not his, and yet you were willing to come with me for this little jaunt, willing to grasp what you wanted when it was offered." Kisuke leaned closer, and Shuuhei hugged him.

"On the other end of the spectrum one might find one such as myself, who mostly stayed in the closet by virtue of never risking anything with anyone that might tell the tale."

"I'm glad you came out for me," Shuuhei said slowly, trying not to wince at his conversations with Renji. Then again, Byakuya already seemed to know about Kisuke, which meant Renji did, too, so the pang of guilt for sharing details was fleeting. "And, yeah, I'm not Renji. And you don't need to be anyone but you around me. You know that."

Kisuke closed his eyes, and Shuuhei liked that he felt muscles ease under his arm. "I do know that. It is very, very pleasant to be known."

Shuuhei sipped his drink and nodded, companionable silence stretching between them. Eventually Kisuke tilted his head and asked, "I was wondering, though: were there things you wanted to try? I'm not pushing to do more, as what I've had with you so far has been very good. But I am curious and would love to offer the chance."

Shuuhei chewed on his bottom lip and sipped his drink. Images flashed through his mind -- memories, porn, stories, other things -- and he frowned, not sure what mattered and what didn't. For a second it was hard to find words, but then Kisuke shifted and his scent filled Shuuhei's nose -- Kisuke managed to make cherry blossoms smell entirely different than Byakuya -- and Shuuhei shrugged one shoulder.

"Um," Shuuhei said, feeling eloquent. "I don't have specific..." He paused, realizing that wasn't entirely true, and then he figured out where to begin. "Renji's talked a lot about the Magnolia. The hook in the wall and the..." Shuuhei smirked at himself when it was hard to say. "Denial. Liked that. Just... not sure which side. Both, maybe?"

"Both? How do you mean?" Kisuke said curiously. "That sounds very intriguing."

"I don't know if I'd want to be the one getting denied or doing the denial," Shuuhei clarified, working to keep his voice level. He took another sip of liquid fortification and smirked. "Have to admit; I've thought I could last a few more rounds than Renji." Shuuhei glanced askance at Kisuke. "Before I started to beg, I mean."

Kisuke licked his lips before chuckling, "I'm sure you could. And doing or being, both would get to hold back until the denial was done. So it would be intriguing either way. I'd be happy to help, and I'm sure we could find something that would hold more solidly than Renji's hook."

"I'm sure," Shuuhei said, and the room was getting warmer by the second. He mulled for a moment, wondering how much he should say. "And really, I think... It's more a question of what I don't want to do. 'cause that list is shorter."

"I'd love to be enlightened," Kisuke said far too calmly.

Shuuhei snorted and remembered drunken rants with Renji. "I am definitely not dressing up like a damned school girl or calling anybody 'daddy.'" He laughed, remembering Renji complain when Byakuya managed to con him into wearing something spandex; it affronted Renji on multiple levels.

"None of the bathroom stuff; that's just... weird." Shuuhei made a face. "I can't quite wrap my head around getting a thrill out of pissing on somebody or vice versa. I don't have hidden rape fantasies or force of any kind." Shuuhei paused to shudder, took another sip of Scotch, and thought this was easier than he imagined. "I don't think I could, er, crawl for anybody. Blindfolds make me nervous, but I could manage. Oh -- and no animal stuff. I think I'd laugh out loud if someone came at me with a saddle."

"I think I could figure out more interesting ways to ride you." Kisuke grinned and then sobered, shaking his head. "I'd feel awfully old getting called 'daddy' by someone your age." Shuuhei rolled his eyes, making Kisuke smile before he continued.

"Those are limits I can easily stay away from, as I have no interest in potty activities after doing far too many diapers."

"I'll bet," Shuuhei interjected.

"Mm. Let's see, what limits do I have?" Shuuhei waited while Kisuke thought, trying to be patient.

"I do not particularly wish for my skin to be broken by anything at this point, and no damage I can't recover from within a week. I don't like being choked, really, though gagging works. I have a mild claustrophobia, though oddly enough it doesn't affect me being restrained by point bonds, but enclosed spaces that have me breathing my own breath..." Kisuke shuddered. "I'm not a fan of humiliation in any form, though submission holds an uneasy boundary with that for me."

Shuuhei's arm tightened around Kisuke, and he nodded. "I couldn't do the ordering around and making you feel bad about it crap," he said. "And I'll be honest: if I broke skin, my first concern would be band aids, not to continue doing whatever I was doing." He chuckled at the fear that flickered in his gut. Ironic considering how often he broke skin in his day job, but that was entirely different. Shuuhei wondered at that, blinking.

Kisuke regarded Shuuhei, the weight of gray eyes slipping over Shuuhei's skin. "Mm, that sounds as if it would line up nicely."

Shuuhei met Kisuke's gaze "Good? I think?"

"Yes, very good. It's much easier when desires line up, and what one uses might be what one has also experienced." Kisuke took another sip of his drink and added thoughtfully, "Though I should ask about the pain aspect. Are you interested in exploring various methods of mild pain application, like the nipple clamps Byakuya used on Renji?"

Shuuhei didn't answer for a moment, mind spinning in new directions. He thought about the wide range of things Renji'd talked about doing. And the things he didn't talk about. Like the days when he'd come in to work and prefer to stand instead of sit. Or the one time Shuuhei saw his eyes cross and lips thin when Ichigo slapped him on the back -- twice -- in a poorly timed benign gesture.

"Yeah," Shuuhei said, raising the glass to his lips and not tasting the drink. "I don't think I'd mind that."

"Mm...” Kisuke answered. “That sort of thing is most easily learned by having it done to you rather than the other way around." Kisuke took another sip. "I was contemplating you learning by doing things to me, if you wished; but the more we speak, the more I think that my experience will be better utilized by adding to yours."

"I, uh, well..." Shuuhei shut his mouth, traitorous damned thing. Shuuhei could hear Renji cackling his ass off, and Shuuhei downed the rest of his drink. "Makes sense."

Turning to look at Shuuhei, Kisuke asked, "Does it, now? How so?"

Shuuhei frowned, thinking before he spoke. "Well, you know more than me. I meant it when I said I didn't really have a plan, here." Shuuhei smirked. "You always have a plan." Expression serious again, he continued, "I wouldn't want to fuck up somehow and hurt you. And I also meant it when I said as long as it involves you, I'm good." Shuuhei shrugged and met Kisuke's eyes. "I trust you."

Kisuke's gaze dropped, and he took a deep breath before he looked back up. "Do you have any idea how much that last phrase makes me want just to hold you and keep you safe, and fuck the games?"

Shuuhei searched Kisuke's face. "Some," he answered.

Kisuke's free hand intertwined with Shuuhei's and tightened. "I don't think you would hurt me, but I understand the sentiment and share it, so I’ll be careful and use the best of my knowledge."

"I know you will." Shuuhei swallowed, unable to figure out what in the hell he was doing or what he wanted for a few agonizing seconds. He was curious, what Kisuke said did make sense, but he was equally ready to climb out a window or agree with Kisuke and say fuck the games.

Then Shuuhei thought about Kisuke in the limo with the tie between his teeth or his tone of voice when Kisuke ordered Shuuhei to hold onto the headboard.

Right...

Shuuhei leaned forward and blew a warmth breath over Kisuke's mouth before their lips met. "Want you. Want this. Want whatever you want, too, Kisuke. I'm willing, and if there's something you want, then..." Shuuhei shrugged.

Lips met Shuuhei's mouth, and Kisuke kissed Shuuhei with a quiet sigh that sounded like a prelude to a moan. When Kisuke broke the kiss, he said breathlessly, "Want the bondage aspects, being held helpless is a key for me to letting go and letting myself feel when I can't any other way. You wanting to try things with me is very much a turn on, and you trusting me..." Kisuke swallowed. "Therein lies the crux. You'll find out just how much you can trust me if we go ahead and do these things together."

Shuuhei chuckled. "You and your logic." He rolled his eyes and then kissed Kisuke's worried frown until their lips slipped wetly against each other, and Kisuke breathed faster through his nose.

"Tell you what," Shuuhei said huskily. "We play. I learn. And then we get you bound and helpless, and I do my best to drive you out of your mind. Deal?"

"Mm... deal, and you'll have to tell me, after, if I'm getting the better end of the bargain."

Shuuhei eyed Kisuke, lips quirked in a knowing smirk. "I think I'll find something to like on both sides."

Kisuke shook his head. "I'm sure you will. I'm sure you will." He stood smoothly, finished the rest of his Scotch in a gulp, set the empty on the end table, and held out his hand. "Shall we get started then? The bed in our room turns out to be a rather fascinating piece of equipment."

"So far it's done well, yes," Shuuhei retorted, setting his glass aside and taking Kisuke's hand as he rose.

Giving one of his shadowed smiles, Kisuke wrapped his fingers about Shuuhei's and walked with him back to their room. When they arrived, late afternoon sunlight poured like liquid gold to fill the room, warming every inch of polished wood, white sheet, and velvet drape.

With a glance over one shoulder, Kisuke walked to the bed and summarily yanked the covers off and on to the floor. The pillows got tossed into the pile, and Shuuhei stood nearby, watching. The flat sheet came next, revealing a feather-down mattress pad that Kisuke peeled back, depositing it in the corner of the room. Shuuhei frowned and moved closer, wondering what in the hell Kisuke was doing.

Then Shuuhei saw the metal track set into the headboard. It ran the entire length of the wood and four metal balls with stoppers on either side were fitted into the slot: like track lighting in a ceiling. The balls had D-rings set into their ends, and Shuuhei quickly saw how it'd be easy to attach just about anything to the rings. With the stoppers in the track, one could set the balls at any distance: anything from spread-eagle to arms straight overhead.

Curious, Shuuhei turned to eye the footboard and found, as he suspected, another metal track set into the wood with more metal balls with rings on the ends. Kisuke threw the flat sheet back over the mattress, and Shuuhei grabbed one side, helping Kisuke put it back on. Clever that the pad hid everything; Shuuhei would never have noticed the tracks otherwise.

"Interesting," Shuuhei commented, tucking the last corner and practically tasting his own pulse.

"It is, isn't it?" Kisuke said as he turned to the taller of the chest of drawers. "It's quite versatile. I think you might approve of these as well."

Shuuhei walked over to watch Kisuke pull open the drawer and reveal sets of wrist and ankle cuffs, various lengths of chain and rope, a few collars in different widths, and what looked like coiled belts. Kisuke lifted out a pair of wrist cuffs. "These look like they might fit."

Shuuhei eyed the cuffs critically. "Yeah," he agreed. "I think they would." He kept expecting a real case of nerves to hit, but so far it seemed anticipation was winning that battle. Shuuhei glanced at Kisuke, thinking about the blond cuffing him down onto the bed. One corner of Shuuhei's mouth worked up into a half-smile.

Leaning in, Kisuke kissed Shuuhei's smirk, one hand sliding down Shuuhei's clothed chest and belly. Voice low, Kisuke murmured, "May I help you out of your shirt?"

Shuuhei bent and kissed Kisuke's throat, one hand resting on the other man's hip. "Please do," he answered, and the anticipation grew brighter; hotter.

Pulling the shirt out from Shuuhei's pants, Kisuke slid his hands under the warm cloth and stroked up Shuuhei's abs and chest before coming down again to stroke his sides and the small of Shuuhei's back. Fingernail edges scraped slowly up Shuuhei's skin, and at the top of that stroke, Kisuke drew the t-shirt up and over Shuuhei's head.

The shirt went onto the floor, and Shuuhei pulled Kisuke to him, bending down to seal their mouths in a mesh of lips and tongue, drawing a slow sigh from Kisuke. Shuuhei toed off his shoes, grateful he wasn't wearing socks, and pulled back to look into gray eyes that watched and wanted. Firm hands stroked down Shuuhei's shoulders and arms, tracing the patterns, the swirls of stars and the curves of the snake, rubbing firmly along hard muscles. Shuuhei hummed, eyes closing and opening again when he felt something encircle his wrist. Shuuhei watched as Kisuke buckled, tightened, and then tested the cuff with a finger under its edge.

"Tell me if this cuts off your circulation? Pins and needles mean we slow down and loosen it if we need to."

Shuuhei nodded. "Sure," he said and held up his other wrist.

Smiling, Kisuke took it, and treated it as he had the first. Then, turning in Shuuhei's arms, Kisuke wrapped Shuuhei in a warm, tight hug, holding him before licking the rim of Shuuhei's ear and breathing softly into it, "Do you have any idea how much your trust amazes me?"

The words made Shuuhei frown before he shook his head and held Kisuke close. He supposed to someone who found it easier to hide, trust would be a rare commodity. Shuuhei trusted because he learned that you had to depend on your friends or coworkers or the people in your life. Doing everything on your own was a game that led to heartsickness and migraines. That didn't mean he said everything he thought like Renji or tried to simultaneously spare everyone and involve them in problems like Ichigo.

But Shuuhei understood the value of trust: hard to earn, easily broken, built for years, and something he had in Kisuke. Trust was just faith in a different five-letter pattern.

"I trust you like I hope you can trust me," Shuuhei finally said in reply.

Kisuke's eyelashes fluttered against Shuuhei's cheek, and he ducked his head to rub his face against the juncture of Shuuhei's shoulder and neck, arms tight about Shuuhei. He nodded, skin moving against skin. "You do, don't you?"

“Yeah... I do,” Shuuhei whispered.

With a slow breath, Kisuke's shoulders straightened, and he walked two steps forward, pushing Shuuhei back toward the bed. When Shuuhei's knees met the edge of the mattress, Kisuke laid him back.

Shuuhei arched up to brush Kisuke's mouth again in a swift kiss before he turned to look at the headboard. Shuuhei shifted toward it, eyes meeting Kisuke's and hesitant smile spreading his lips. "How do you want me?" Shuuhei asked.

Kisuke smiled. "Up by the headboard, please."

"Right," Shuuhei answered and moved into position. He blew out a breath and started to lie down, then paused, abs tense in sudden uncertainty. "Um... on my back or?"

"On your back is fine. We'll start there. Have a few... uhm... rounds to go, and if we just attach your wrists with lengths of chain, we can roll you later."

Shuuhei flopped down on his back, and grinned at himself, the situation, the sheer awkwardness of it all. He licked his lips and lifted his arms above his head, gaze following Kisuke as the man attached chain to the D-rings on the balls on the headboard and then linked those down to Shuuhei's cuffs. The sound of metal-on-metal made Shuuhei swallow, but he got distracted when Kisuke straddled him. The blond quirked a grin, gray eyes studious before he ran his hands down from Shuuhei's wrists to shoulders. Kisuke bent further to kiss Shuuhei, slow and deep, tongue stroking his lips before delving between them.

Shuuhei quietly moaned and turned his head to widen his mouth to Kisuke's onslaught, sucking gently on the blond's tongue. He moved his arms, pulling to test the cuffs and bed. When he found he could barely bend his elbows, Shuuhei smiled into the kiss with a greedy noise that Kisuke answered with a soft sound of hunger.

Finally Kisuke broke the kiss, panting, and the wet heat of his mouth and tongue was accompanied with the edge of his teeth along Shuuhei's jaw and throat. Shuuhei's eyelids fluttered shut, and his air left in a shaky exhale. He turned his head to give Kisuke more room, and Kisuke bit down over Shuuhei's pulse. At the same time, Kisuke's fingers found a nipple and teased, swirling a warm touch about the firming flesh before pinching it between thumb and forefinger.

"Oh God, yeah..." Shuuhei whispered, pulling against the cuffs. The bite and the binding made him want more skin, more of Kisuke's mouth, just more, and he shifted into Kisuke's touch.

Humming against Shuuhei's skin, Kisuke bit harder, sucking to mark, even as his fingers twisted Shuuhei's nipple. Shuuhei grunted, breath coming faster through his nose. He rolled his hips, images flickering through his mind -- Renji, clamps, Kisuke when he came inside Shuuhei, marks on skin, cuffs, chain, Kisuke blindfolded and panting -- and when Kisuke's fingers twisted just so, and his mouth sucked like that, Shuuhei's hips bucked.

"Mm... I think that worked very well," Kisuke purred against Shuuhei's skin, tongue firmly caressing the mark he made, and fingers kneading the nipple they tugged. "May I bring some things over for your approval?"

"Hell yes," Shuuhei breathed, stomach muscles clenching and teeth grinding. His half-hard cock jumped at the idea of what things he might get to approve, and Kisuke doing whatever the hell he wanted with them. Quickly following those thoughts, however, was a flash of regret that he'd ever mentioned the words "orgasm denial" in Kisuke's presence. Shuuhei was beginning to think the holding out might be a hell of a lot harder than he imagined.

Kisuke laughed, brushed Shuuhei's belly and the front of Shuuhei's pants with his mouth, and climbed off the bed to go to the chest of drawers. He slammed one in his haste, but came back with both hands full. A dildo bounced, leather tails flipped about, and a blindfold tangled with a string of condoms. Shuuhei saw a bottle of plain lube, a shining chain, a high collar, a mask thing with zippers, and clothespins before everything tumbled onto the bed next to Shuuhei's head.

Shuuhei stopped breathing and tried to laugh, but it came out a wheeze. If it weren't for Kisuke's obvious and adorable enthusiasm, Shuuhei thought he might be learning to levitate right about now.

Kisuke reached into the pile with thumb and forefinger to pull out a chain attached to metal clamps with rubber heads. "Let's start with these?" he asked.

"Uh," Shuuhei replied, mouth dry as his gaze flickered from the clamp to the other toys. "Those're fine, but you weren't really planning on using that mask thing, right?"

"Oh, that. I was thinking about using it, but I wouldn't do anything without asking you first," Kisuke said firmly. "And if it's not appealing, I shall certainly not use it." He pushed the zippered mask over the side of the bed. "I'm glad you're asking. Please do say no if there are things you don't wish to use."

Tension Shuuhei didn't know he held left his muscles, letting him ease back down onto the mattress. He nodded and breathed, noting his panic drove away some of the heat. "No problem."

"Good," Kisuke murmured and kissed Shuuhei. One hand brushed Shuuhei's cock through his jeans and lightly stroked. Shuuhei sighed at the touch, at Kisuke's smell and taste, and licked his lips when Kisuke pulled away.

Moving down to one of Shuuhei's nipples, Kisuke worked it slow and thoroughly with his mouth, tongue, and teeth, making Shuuhei grunt in anticipation. Looking down, Shuuhei let out a harsh breath when Kisuke pinched the root of his nipple to put the first of the alligator clamps on. Shuuhei’s mouth fell open, brow furrowing as his skin started to throb. He stared and blinked at Kisuke, chest rising and falling faster. Kisuke chuckled and gave the chain a single sharp tug.

"Nnah," Shuuhei gasped, and his eyes widened when the sensation went straight to his cock. He laughed in surprise. "Shit yeah."

"Very good," Kisuke said, still grinning, and started working on the other nipple. The chain was cool on Shuuhei's skin, and he watched Kisuke work with hooded eyes. When Kisuke was done, Shuuhei met his gaze and shifted to stretch one long leg down and hook behind Kisuke, nudging the blond toward Shuuhei for a kiss.

Startled, Kisuke studied Shuuhei's leg and face, then nodded, hooked one finger in the chain, and he moved up to kiss Shuuhei long and slow and deep. Shuuhei groaned, and in the midst of the wet slide of lips, Kisuke pulled slowly but firmly on the chain. Gasping a stuttering sound of shock, Shuuhei sort of liked that his brain couldn't figure out if it enjoyed the sensation or not. His cock didn't have any doubts, and his teeth caught Kisuke's lower lip.

"Oh, nice," Kisuke whispered and strained at the bite before he kissed Shuuhei again. The tension on the chain loosened, and Kisuke slid along Shuuhei's body, palms soothing down chest and belly, and he laid a trail of kisses, fingers working at the waistband of the jeans. Working the buttons, he got the fly open and pulled down Shuuhei's briefs.

Shuuhei's head landed heavily on the mattress when his cock met air, and he twisted to help Kisuke get off the clothing. Peeling back the pants, Kisuke tugged and uncovered each leg. One hand wrapping about Shuuhei's left ankle, Kisuke bit, kissed, and licked a slow line up the inside of Shuuhei's shin, knee, and thigh. Shuuhei hissed at the bites, clutching at the short chain attaching the cuffs to the rings on the headboard. He jerked once, metal complaining, before widening his legs to make room for Kisuke and biting his lip on a "Please."

Pulling the leg straight, Kisuke took his sweet time moving up along the juncture of hip to leg, biting now more than licking, and making Shuuhei twist and jump. Shuuhei both liked and hated that, and he sucked in a harsh breath.

"Kisuke," Shuuhei groaned on the exhale, head turning to one side while Kisuke spent time in the hollow beside Shuuhei's hip before licking across Shuuhei's tight belly. Muscles jumped and danced, and Shuuhei tried to stifle a noise of complaint. He looked up at his wrists caught in the restraints and in a flash of clarity, he understood he'd seriously underestimated the effect those would have. The position and inability to use his hands played havoc on his self-control, and he shivered when Kisuke's touch began to roam while lips traveled. Warm firm strokes ignited fires along Shuuhei's skin before dipping between his legs and fondling his ball sac before drawing light lines up his cock.

"Yes," Shuuhei hiss-moaned, eyes closing. He tugged on the chain above his head, feeling the one on his chest move, almost tickling, and Shuuhei grunted as his pulse pounded in his ears.

Finally Kisuke's mouth started moving toward Shuuhei's cock, but rather than go directly to the head, he nuzzled at Shuuhei's balls before sucking them into his mouth, tongue gently lapping and wringing a whine from Shuuhei before he let go. Shuuhei's lips parted as he breathed, going still with a sigh when Kisuke worked his way along the outside of Shuuhei's cock, kisses and a warm tongue stroking toward the head, and a hot breath caressed Shuuhei's tip. Hips moving at the air and lack of anything else, Shuuhei watched Kisuke smile and open his mouth to take the head of Shuuhei's cock into the warm depths.

"Oh," Shuuhei sighed as Kisuke's tongue stroked, pushed at the bead of the piercing, and then took Shuuhei in deeper into tight heat.

"Oh… God…" Fingers stroked Shuuhei's shaft, and then the wet warmth wrapped about his head began to move. Each time that mouth moved up, a rough tongue licked Shuuhei's slit, before bobbing back down again.

Noises slipped through Shuuhei's clenched teeth, and his head tossed against the mattress. Some calm, rational voice -- that sounded oddly like Renji when he was way too sober -- told him that the second Shuuhei started begging for it, Kisuke would probably quit.

Shuuhei told that voice to go to hell and moaned as heat constricted, moved, and slid over his cock in a rhythm that tried to drive him insane. "Kisuke... fuck…"

The deliberate motions continued with rough caresses of tongue and the slide of tightened fingers about Shuuhei's shaft. Kisuke hummed, Shuuhei coughed a grunting cry, and Kisuke only paused to strengthen the suck as he took Shuuhei in deep again. Shuuhei's body rolled, and his hips moved to match Kisuke's mouth, breathing fast and letting go of a low groan. Seconds, minutes, days, and finally Shuuhei grimaced. He opened his eyes and saw the chains, swallowed and jerked when his body began to tighten, everything within him demanding more just like that goddammit, and Shuuhei struggled.

"Kisuke... don't... I..." Shuuhei gasped. "Nnngh - stop..."

Coming off Shuuhei instantly, Kisuke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while Shuuhei unwound, body utterly confused and complaining about it. Kisuke slid alongside Shuuhei, dry hand stroking up his belly and chest, avoiding the nipple clamps, but lingering on inked skin. The touch made Shuuhei let go of a held breath, and he turned his head toward Kisuke when the blond bent forward and kissed Shuuhei between pants. A growl rumbled in Shuuhei's throat as he swallowed hard on his body's loud and angry protests at the cessation of sensation. Shuuhei's eyes snapped open, and he looked at Kisuke, trying not to glare. But Kisuke just smiled, fingers playing along Shuuhei's throat.

"You did very, very well with that," Kisuke said. "Thank you. It helps immensely knowing when you're close." He cocked his head. "Would you like to try a light flogging to see if the pain helps?"

"Help," Shuuhei repeated and barked a laugh, trying to shake the weird comfort he felt with Kisuke's words. He shrugged. "Sure."

Kisuke chuckled and kissed Shuuhei again. "I guess we'll find out if a little consensual pain provides relieve or only adds to the discomfort of your arousal." His fingertip lightly stroked along the outside of Shuuhei's nearly purple cock, and he asked, "Can you roll over without giving yourself too much friction?"

This time Shuuhei didn't bother hiding the glare, his eyes narrowing as he envisioned the fast-talking blond with duct tape over his mouth.

That helped on multiple levels.

"Yeah," Shuuhei grumbled. He looked up at the headboard and then pushed off the bed with a rock of his body, rolling. He cursed when covers met cock, and gulped, thinking hard on the words, "consensual pain" and wondering what in the hell he was doing. He laughed for lack of anything better to do in the situation, settling and shifting.

Kisuke's hands stroked down Shuuhei's back, soothing again, and he murmured with hesitant wonder, "I love just... touching this art, the warmth of your skin under the colors and designs, the images you've chosen to represent yourself... your secret garden." Fingers swept about muscles, spine, and moved to Shuuhei's lower back. The strokes on his skin made Shuuhei relax on the bed, lying still and saying nothing, unsure but not in a way that made him want to stop anything Kisuke wanted to do.

"Handsome," Kisuke murmured, and Shuuhei couldn't remember Kisuke's voice ever sounding so full of cunning heat and curious tenderness. "And considering the investment in pain you've done for these, I hope this will be something you enjoy."

Shuuhei's slowly blinked when he felt the press of lips between his shoulder blades, and Kisuke picked up the flogger before getting up to stand at the side of the bed. Shuuhei watched, licking his lips. Kisuke looked good with his hand wrapped around the handle of that particular tool. Shuuhei winced when that thought did nothing for his damned cock, and he cleared his throat.

"Want to find out," Shuuhei said, shifting once more before stilling again, ignoring the covers against eager skin in favor of seeing what came next.

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