Another Shower Wank

It was a hell of a lot of work without his taichou. With double the paperwork, he had spent most, if not all of the daylight within the half empty office, filling out forms and staring longingly out the window. He had fallen into a routine; wake up, finish paperwork, shower, sleep. Eventually, he would be finished with this month’s forms, and could take more, longer breaks. He’d talked to Kira about how he was coping…apparently as far as his workload was concerned nothing had changed for the blonde.
Kira…seriously, it seemed that somewhere between their academy days and way before everything went down with Aizen, he kinda seemed to have lost his happiness. His eyes had gone shallow, his cheeks sunk in, and he underwent dramatic hairstyle. Somehow, he couldn’t blame all of it on Ichimaru. Couldn’t really blame all of it on Abari-kun, Momo-chan, and he didn’t know why he should bother to feel guilty. They’d never been close, just a student and a mentor, pretty much, and then again it was on a pretty epic scale, with there being a good 30 or so other students he was responsible for.
The hot water ran on from the faucet, slicking his hair down and running over his back and legs. He missed them being sore from hollow extermination, because there wasn’t a lot better than running spent muscles under warm water. His hands absently traced over his chest, briefly stroking between his pecks, the other giving a half interested tweak to a dark nipple. Normally he thought about Matsumoto, or if he was feeling kinky Soi Fon, but he had already been thinking about Izuru, and those sad blue eyes just couldn’t quite get out of his head. He wondered if his blonde hair would be stiff with gel, or if by some weird follicle placement it just all stuck out like that…hell, at least Akon had an excuse. Mayrui was always fucking up with their biology…
He was probably nice and well toned, you know. Everyone pretty much was, but then his bones could probably be felt through he was so thin…probably didn’t have much of an ass to grab…Shuuhei’s palm ran down over his black happy trail, before stopping at his hips, stroking his inner thigh while his cock gave an interested flick of attention. Would Izuru be well hung? Probably not…might be able to fit his whole member in his mouth easy if he tried, hands holding his hips down so he didn’t buck or choke him, his shallow cheeks turning red with significant shame. That was a pretty nice picture.
His hand slid up, running over testes and pinning his cock between his palm and his hand, pushing hard against his shaft and running it over his already erect member, before wrapping his fingers around and just tugging on his length.
Ichimaru had probably fucked Kira all the time, he wouldn’t be a virgin or anything…Probably bent the blond over the desk in their office, pounding away at his pale ass until he came and Izuru was crying…Bit his shoulders and biceps, left marks where his kosode would hide, but knew just where the tender spots were, so every passing shoulder clasp was a humiliating reminder of Izuru’s taichou’s cock in his ass.
Shuuhei groaned, closing his eyes and hunching over a bit, running his tongue over the edge of his mouth. He’d be ashamed about this later, no point in interrupting getting off to be worried about what other people would think of your fantasies. He knew he could make Kira come twice as fast as that fox face, knew if he let him, if Shuuhei actually decided to proposition the kid, he was still so younger than him, still less expierenced, he’d satisfy blondie’s needs faster and harder and better that anybody.
He was humping his own fist, now, one arm against the wall of the shower stall, the other wrapped around his manhood, foreskin sliding back as his head pushed past his index finger and thumb. He gave himself a good squeeze, cursing quietly and letting his lead slide back a bit. He was fucking Kira, making the little academy student beg and write and buck under him, thin lips parting, knees over his shoulders while the both of them saw stars and semen went fucking everywhere.
It wasn’t but a few minutes later that Shuuhei blinked, light coming through eyes he didn’t remember closing while he stared at the whitish seed spilled over the tiles and his hand. With another curse he ran his hand under the shower, throwing some water on the wall to wash off the cum, then shaking his head under the spray to try and keep his thoughts clean.
Shuuhei Hisagi wasn’t worried that he was gay, because he was pretty sure he was going to think about Matsumoto’s pretty bosoms tomorrow night instead.