Initiation Indignation
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
5,635
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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One in a Million
Title: One in a Million
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Yamamoto x Hitsugaya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC-ness
Summary: Toshiro has just been promoted to Captain and discovered that they have an initiation ritual where he has to spend one night with each of his fellow captains.
Scowling as he is led through the First Division to the Captain Commander’s private suite, Toshiro cannot believe what is happening to him. His fellow Captains are obviously far more perverted than he ever gave them credit for, if the sight of his boyish body makes their blood pound. Clenching his fists in irritation, he resolves to get through this ordeal with as little fuss as possible and then do his best to forget the entire humiliating nightmare.
Entering the room, Toshiro is unsurprised by the fiery décor. The sight of the Captain Commander in a nothing but a short house yukata however, is certainly something that he could’ve done without. The old man is incredibly buff, but the varicose veins and broken capillaries, not to mention the bald head and long white beard, re-enforce exactly how old his leader is. Bowing respectfully, he offers careful greetings and does his best to ignore the lecherous looks directed his way.
Swallowing the urge to vent his anger and embarrassment at being felt up, Toshiro allows Yamamoto to remove his clothing, piece to piece, until he is standing naked before the old man. Appreciative noises quell his urge to cover himself with his hands, but the feeling of large hands petting him sends shivers of discomfit shooting along his spine. He knows what is coming next and is not looking forward to it, although his partner clearly is.
Despite his apparent affection for pubescent boys, Yamamoto is a surprisingly staid lover who takes the time to ensure that Toshiro is, if not enjoying himself, then at least not overly uncomfortable. It doesn’t take long before Toshiro starts to relax, and as he does so, he finds that he is starting to enjoy himself. There is something about the feeling of a much larger man holding him down and thrusting rhythmically into him that he finds strangely thrilling.
Pushing his elderly partners beard out of his face for the fifth time in as many minutes, Toshiro abruptly pushes on the broad chest hovering over him. He can’t take it anymore, if they are going to continue doing this, then Toshiro needs to be on top, away from all that suffocating hair. When he settles himself on Yamamoto’s lap and starts to rock his hips, the old man beneath him groans enthusiastically and thrusts up against him, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot along his nerves.
Gasping out loud, he uses his thighs to raise and lower his body, resting his hands on the Captain Commanders’ broad chest for balance. Age-gnarled hands grasp his hips and help guide his movements. It doesn’t take long before harsh pants fill the air along with the slap of flesh on flesh. Moving one of his hands to his own organ, Toshiro sets a frantic pace as he bounces in the old mans lap, he can’t remember the last time that he felt this good.
Spent and exhausted, Toshiro collapses against the scarred chest. He can hear Yamamoto’s heart pounding in time with his own as he rises and falls with the old mans gasping breaths. Strong arms wrap around him comfortingly and he snuggles closer, perfectly content to stay where he is for the time being. The man beneath him is most definitely a pervert, but at least he is a talented pervert capable of making Toshiro’s body sing. Maybe this initiation won’t be so bad after all.
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Yamamoto x Hitsugaya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC-ness
Summary: Toshiro has just been promoted to Captain and discovered that they have an initiation ritual where he has to spend one night with each of his fellow captains.
Scowling as he is led through the First Division to the Captain Commander’s private suite, Toshiro cannot believe what is happening to him. His fellow Captains are obviously far more perverted than he ever gave them credit for, if the sight of his boyish body makes their blood pound. Clenching his fists in irritation, he resolves to get through this ordeal with as little fuss as possible and then do his best to forget the entire humiliating nightmare.
Entering the room, Toshiro is unsurprised by the fiery décor. The sight of the Captain Commander in a nothing but a short house yukata however, is certainly something that he could’ve done without. The old man is incredibly buff, but the varicose veins and broken capillaries, not to mention the bald head and long white beard, re-enforce exactly how old his leader is. Bowing respectfully, he offers careful greetings and does his best to ignore the lecherous looks directed his way.
Swallowing the urge to vent his anger and embarrassment at being felt up, Toshiro allows Yamamoto to remove his clothing, piece to piece, until he is standing naked before the old man. Appreciative noises quell his urge to cover himself with his hands, but the feeling of large hands petting him sends shivers of discomfit shooting along his spine. He knows what is coming next and is not looking forward to it, although his partner clearly is.
Despite his apparent affection for pubescent boys, Yamamoto is a surprisingly staid lover who takes the time to ensure that Toshiro is, if not enjoying himself, then at least not overly uncomfortable. It doesn’t take long before Toshiro starts to relax, and as he does so, he finds that he is starting to enjoy himself. There is something about the feeling of a much larger man holding him down and thrusting rhythmically into him that he finds strangely thrilling.
Pushing his elderly partners beard out of his face for the fifth time in as many minutes, Toshiro abruptly pushes on the broad chest hovering over him. He can’t take it anymore, if they are going to continue doing this, then Toshiro needs to be on top, away from all that suffocating hair. When he settles himself on Yamamoto’s lap and starts to rock his hips, the old man beneath him groans enthusiastically and thrusts up against him, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot along his nerves.
Gasping out loud, he uses his thighs to raise and lower his body, resting his hands on the Captain Commanders’ broad chest for balance. Age-gnarled hands grasp his hips and help guide his movements. It doesn’t take long before harsh pants fill the air along with the slap of flesh on flesh. Moving one of his hands to his own organ, Toshiro sets a frantic pace as he bounces in the old mans lap, he can’t remember the last time that he felt this good.
Spent and exhausted, Toshiro collapses against the scarred chest. He can hear Yamamoto’s heart pounding in time with his own as he rises and falls with the old mans gasping breaths. Strong arms wrap around him comfortingly and he snuggles closer, perfectly content to stay where he is for the time being. The man beneath him is most definitely a pervert, but at least he is a talented pervert capable of making Toshiro’s body sing. Maybe this initiation won’t be so bad after all.