Tacto de Dios

I'm sort of... unsure about this story, but maybe you'll like it?

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“You trust me, don’t you?” Aizen murmurs, sliding a warm hand down his Arrancar’s hip. “Wonderweiss?”

Wonderweiss looks up into eyes even warmer than the touch on his skin and makes a distressed noise. This is—God, Wonderweiss thinks. That’s at least what his brothers have told him. Tousen follows this man and Wonderweiss thinks that should… that is enough for him. Yes, he nods, yes he trusts his God, of course.

Aizen smiles at him and Wonderweiss wants to feel calmer, but can’t. The white of these rooms is suffocating, the pillows too soft beneath him and Aizen too warm, pressing in on all sides.

Aizen presses warm lips against the hollow’s own and it’s… it’s wet and makes it hard for him to think. He’s seen Aizen touch that other Shinigami, the one with the scary smile, like this, but he never thought—

“It’s called a kiss, Wonderweiss,” Aizen says, sounding amused, his breath hot against the blonde’s face when all the arrancar can do is let a confused sound escape his lips.

Wonderweiss squirms a little when Aizen starts kissing his neck; it tickles and makes him feel even hotter than before.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, Wonderweiss,” his God says, and he sounds disappointed.

Wonderweiss panics a little—he‘s seen what happens when Grimmjow does something to disappoint Aizen—and turns his face so that their lips meet again. He does trust Aizen, and wants to make his God happy. He can feel Aizen smiling into the kiss before the Shinigami deepens it, his tongue pressing into Wonderweiss’s mouth and the hollow doesn’t know what to do, but he places his hands hesitantly on Aizen’s shoulders and holds on.

When his top falls open, Wonderweiss’s earlier feeling of panic returns; Aizen’s pulled away slightly to stare at the exposed flesh and Wonderweiss can’t help but squirm and blush, breath hitching in his chest. His God’s hands are hot, burning his skin, stroking over his stomach and up his ribs. Wonderweiss gasps when a thumb strokes over one of his nipples; he’s starting to feel—to feel strange—hot between his legs and he’s not sure if it’s… pain, exactly, but he needs—

Wonderweiss presses his hips up against Aizen’s thigh, which is insinuated between his legs, and he whimpers. It feels, feels so good and his God is smiling down at him, stroking his hair, his cheek, but then Aizen is pulling away from him. Wonderweiss sits up, cold and wondering what he could have done wrong, though Aizen doesn’t look annoyed.

“It’s okay, Wonderweiss,” he says, and the blonde lets Aizen remove his top before he’s pressed back into the sheets. He lifts his hips, face growing almost as hot as the ache between his legs as Aizen divests him of his hakama. Those warm hands are on his thighs now and all Wonderweiss can do is twist underneath the Shinigami, moaning and gasping. When Aizen grabs him—there—he makes a desperate little choked sound.

Aizen’s lips find his again as the man works his cock, swallowing each little sound coming out of the blonde’s mouth. Wonderweiss tosses his head; he can feel something building up inside of him, his every nerve on fire and he’s more terrified than anything, but then he’s coming, jets of white spilling over Aizen’s hand and he thinks he might be dying. He can hear, distantly, somebody wailing, though he doesn’t realize until he’s panting on the sheets, cock spent, that the sound came from him.

His God is placing wet, open mouthed kisses over his chest and Wonderweiss sighs, feeling boneless and content. He doesn’t… doesn’t really understand what’s just happened, but he seems to be okay, coming out of the ordeal in one piece. Aizen is running his fingers through the stuff cooling on the Arrancar’s stomach and raises them to his lips. Wonderweiss stares, transfixed, as Aizen licks if off. Curious, the hollow mimics the action, making a face at the taste.

Aizen chuckles at him. “You’ve been very good, Wonderweiss. I’m quite pleased with you.”

The compliment makes the blonde feel warm inside, but different from the heat from before, languid somehow.

“Roll over now, elbows and knees,” Aizen coaxes, and Wonderweiss obeys. “We’re not done playing.”

Wonderweiss rests his head on his arms and wonders what his God has in store for him. He thinks that maybe he should be a little embarrassed, spread out and exposed like this, but he feels so good that it’s hard to care. When he feels something slick and cold pressing against his hole, he jumps and tenses, a distressed noise building in the back of his throat.

“Relax,” Aizen says, his voice less gentle and more commanding. “Breathe. You like this game, don’t you? You certainly seemed to be enjoying your turn.”

Wonderweiss tries to even out his breathing, the pressure on his hole not going away, but not worsening either. It isn’t so bad, he thinks after a few tense moments. He nods; yes, yes he liked his turn.

“Well now it’s my turn, Wonderweiss. But if you’re good, and you relax, I’ll let you enjoy it.”

Wonderweiss realizes that it’s Aizen’s finger pressed against his hole like that, and he tries to stay still as it starts to move in little circles before a fingertip slips in. The blonde’s breath hitches, but it’s already gone back to stroking over his hole.

The blonde does what he can to even out his breathing. He closes his eyes momentarily, but that leaves him with nothing to focus on but the sensation of Aizen’s finger, so he opens them again and tries to distract himself. It’s hard, though, not to focus his entire attention to what Aizen’s doing; he’s got a whole finger in now and it feels strange and full and Wonderweiss is starting to worry.

His legs almost give out on him when Aizen presses against something inside of him and the Arrancar stifles his moans in the white pillows beneath him. Aizen’s other hand is on his hip, steadying him, holding him still, which is good because Wonderweiss’s legs seem to have turned to jelly and bad because he wants nothing more than to rock back onto the two fingers now sliding into his ass.

When it turns to three the stretch becomes nearly unbearable; Wonderweiss whimpers and though Aizen presses—just right—on that spot, it’s still terrifying, leaving the blonde wondering how much more Aizen will give him, if his God plans to split him right in two.

Wonderweiss’s face is buried in his arms and though he can feel Aizen shift behind him, he isn’t really aware of what’s going on, lost in the feel of being so full. His breath hitches when he feels the fingers replaced with something else—something bigger—and then Aizen is fully seated in him before a wail has time to build up in his throat.

He doesn’t like this, doesn’t want to play this game anymore, but when he struggles, Aizen’s free hand wraps around his neck, squeezing tightly enough to be a warning, but not to hinder his breathing. His other hand is still clenched bruisingly on his Arrancar’s hip and Wonderweiss thinks he might die.

Hot tears are sliding down his cheeks and he’s sobbing into a pillow clutched tightly in both arms and he thinks it’s never going to end, never going to feel good like Aizen promised—

But he slowly realizes that the pain is fading, and when Aizen changes the angle of his thrusts he cries out, cock hardening once more. It still hurts, still feels full, but Aizen is stroking soothing circles on his thigh, panting in his ear and Wonderweiss can’t help but tentatively rock his hips backwards.

He feels so hot again, skin tight and tingling and this time Wonderweiss wants… he wants to touch himself, wonders if Aizen will let him. The blonde presses his face into the pillows beneath him and closes his eyes before he reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock.

“That’s right, Wonderweiss, make yourself come for me.”

Wonderweiss nods, trying to stifle his moans, stroking himself clumsily. He wants very badly to come again, knows it won’t take him much longer. He realizes suddenly that Aizen is actually going to come inside of him and it feels like an electric shock just shot through him and he comes all over his hand and the white sheets under him.

Aizen has him pulled close now, Wonderweiss’s back flush against his chest. He’s breathing hard into the blonde’s ear, his arms tightening almost painfully as he comes with a shudder.

Wonderweiss isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to move again, wincing as Aizen pulls out of him after a long moment where they both catch their breath. He feels dirty, covered in come and sweat, but his limbs feel heavy as sleep creeps up on him. He hears the door open, but Aizen is still next to him, pressing their sweat slicked skin together. Wonderweiss whimpers; he doesn’t want an audience.

“Gin,” Aizen says, a smile in his voice. Wonderweiss buries his face in his arms, picturing that wicked, terrifying smile in his head.

“Looks like he’s all tuckered out,” the silver haired Shinigami remarks and Wonderweiss feels his face heat up.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll perk up in just a little bit, if you’re interested.”

Wonderweiss feels his stomach drop. Surely Aizen wouldn’t—

“Mm, I can’t wait,” Ichimaru purrs, voice filled with malicious glee.

The blonde tries not to flinch when he feels two pairs of hands on him, his heart stuck somewhere in his throat and he wishes, more than ever, that he could give voice to his terror.

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