Therapy (25)
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Therapy (25)
“What are you doing in my chair?”
Ichigo looked up at the question, humming a bit as he stretched out in the oversized throne. He moved, raising one of his legs up to drape over the arm of the chair he was currently claiming as his own. “I’m sitting.” He grinned as he said it, stretching out with a mischievous grin. “Do you have a problem with that, Aizen- sama?”
Aizen pushed his hair back as he walked up to his throne; looking over the body sprawled out across it so temptingly. When he had first come here, Ichigo had hated the conditions of their deal but he seemed to enjoy them now, just as much as he and Gin did. Well, he had hated the additions they had made to the deal, now he seemed revel in them. “I might just.” He murmured, walking forward until he was leaning over Ichigo, his arms bracketing his smaller body. “It is my chair, after all.”
“Hmmm, why don’t you do something about it then?” Ichigo asked, licking his lip as he leaned up. Yes, being this close to Aizen was intoxicating. He didn’t know if it was his power or his presence but he couldn’t seem to get enough of him. “Or we could sit in it together.” He was reaching up at that, his hand fisting in Aizen’s robes and pulling him down. He shifted them easily so that the ex-captain landed in the chair with him straddling his lap. He really liked this position; it left him mostly in control and let him feel him even deeper inside his body. He hated to say it but it seemed very much like he was becoming a cock slut being around Aizen and Gin so much.
Aizen wasted no time sliding his hands inside Ichigo’s robes, pulling them open and off. The substitute shinigami was even hotter without his clothes on. His skin was tan and smooth, only marred by the scars he had received in battle and the bruises they left on him when they got particularly rough. They all loved that though, rough sex was good sex. “Mmm, you’ve been naughty.” He murmured, his eyes raking over the bruises already evident on Ichigo’s body as he sneaked his hands back, two of his fingers pressing against the teens entrance. “Very naughty.” He couldn’t help but say it; his fingers had slipped inside Ichigo’s normally tight entrance far too easily.
“I had to have some fun.” Ichigo said, humming softly as he pressed back against the fingers so easily invading his body. His eyes fluttered as he remembered just how he had gotten so stretched. The memory of hot bodies moving together, rarely open eyes taking in their every movement as he moved in and out of his body… god, it was just too hot for words. He couldn’t help but wiggle slightly on top of the other man, clearly showing his excitement.
“Some fun?” Aizen murmured, slipping his fingers deeper inside the others hot body, testing to see just how stretched he really was. Plenty stretched… perfect. “Mmm, did you play with Gin today?” He couldn’t help but lick his lips when Ichigo nodded yes, quickly reaching down to free his own erection from his hakama. Having Ichigo wiggling on top of him like that… it was just too much for him to resist.
Ichigo chuckled softly, a grin easily coming back to his features. “Play? Hmmm, I guess so, if that’s what you can call it.” He murmured, leaning forward to press an almost chaste kiss against Aizen’s lips. “The same way I want to ‘play’ with you.” He whispered, pressing down against the length he could feel so teasingly close to his entrance.
“I would never deny you that.” Aizen said without hesitation, his hands sliding down to lewdly grope Ichigo’s ass as he pressed up. He tugged the teen down, slowly impaling him on his needy length. Every inch that slipped inside Ichigo felt like it was burrowing into pure heat. “Mmm, one on one is definitely better.” He murmured, pressing as deep as he could into the others body. It was so much tighter with just him, yeah, threesomes with Gin were hot as hell but he liked pounding Ichigo on his own just as well.
“You better not deny me… you made me like this.” Ichigo gasped out, not even giving himself time to adjust before he was rocking on Aizen, pulling off his length before pressing down against him again, forcing him deep inside his body. “You made me… want your cock in me… all the time.” His words were cut off each time Aizen thrust up into his body, hitting his prostate without fail. He had always been so good at that, giving him more and more pleasure with each move. It was like he was an incubus, pulling pleasure from his body until he was so worn out he collapsed in his arms.
Aizen did just that.
Even after they had cum, he didn’t stop pounding inside Ichigo’s body, forcing pleasure from his already oversensitive entrance. Ichigo couldn’t help but cling to him, his nails digging into his shoulders as he moaned in almost too intense pleasure, his length already hard between their bodies again. It was always like this with him, overwhelming orgasm after mind blowing orgasm until he was nothing more then a puddle of goo.
He fucking loved it.
“Ahhh! I’m… ahhnn! Cum… cumming!” Ichigo cried out, his head falling back as he shuddered in Aizen’s arm, his cum splattering across their chests and stomachs once again. He couldn’t help but collapse against the elder mans chest after that, just moaning softly as he continued to thrust up into his body. He knew that it would normally turn him on, being screwed right after an orgasm but… he was spent.
Aizen knew that too so he knew that this would be the last time… for now. He gripped Ichigo’s hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed up into his body, pressing himself as deep as possible before he came. He barely made a noise but it was clear he was pleasured, the way his breath was hard and fast giving him away easily. He waited a few moments before speaking, his breath still coming out in soft gasps. “So… are you going to sit in my chair anymore, you little punk?” He asked, looking down at him.
Ichigo looked up at him, stretching tiredly on his lap. “Is this what I’ll get every time I sit in your chair?” He asked, cocking his head to the side a bit. He grinned when Aizen nodded yes, just leaning forward to kiss him sloppily. “Then hell yes, I’m going to sit in your chair again.”
And he did.
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AN: Ahhha, this was just calling for me to do it! *giggles* this follows after these two:
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/567438/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/588905/
Normally I wouldn’t do continuations seeing as Therapies are supposed to be oneshots but… *giggles* It happens.
I hope you guys like it! Thank you for reading and don’t forget to feed the author!
Ichigo looked up at the question, humming a bit as he stretched out in the oversized throne. He moved, raising one of his legs up to drape over the arm of the chair he was currently claiming as his own. “I’m sitting.” He grinned as he said it, stretching out with a mischievous grin. “Do you have a problem with that, Aizen- sama?”
Aizen pushed his hair back as he walked up to his throne; looking over the body sprawled out across it so temptingly. When he had first come here, Ichigo had hated the conditions of their deal but he seemed to enjoy them now, just as much as he and Gin did. Well, he had hated the additions they had made to the deal, now he seemed revel in them. “I might just.” He murmured, walking forward until he was leaning over Ichigo, his arms bracketing his smaller body. “It is my chair, after all.”
“Hmmm, why don’t you do something about it then?” Ichigo asked, licking his lip as he leaned up. Yes, being this close to Aizen was intoxicating. He didn’t know if it was his power or his presence but he couldn’t seem to get enough of him. “Or we could sit in it together.” He was reaching up at that, his hand fisting in Aizen’s robes and pulling him down. He shifted them easily so that the ex-captain landed in the chair with him straddling his lap. He really liked this position; it left him mostly in control and let him feel him even deeper inside his body. He hated to say it but it seemed very much like he was becoming a cock slut being around Aizen and Gin so much.
Aizen wasted no time sliding his hands inside Ichigo’s robes, pulling them open and off. The substitute shinigami was even hotter without his clothes on. His skin was tan and smooth, only marred by the scars he had received in battle and the bruises they left on him when they got particularly rough. They all loved that though, rough sex was good sex. “Mmm, you’ve been naughty.” He murmured, his eyes raking over the bruises already evident on Ichigo’s body as he sneaked his hands back, two of his fingers pressing against the teens entrance. “Very naughty.” He couldn’t help but say it; his fingers had slipped inside Ichigo’s normally tight entrance far too easily.
“I had to have some fun.” Ichigo said, humming softly as he pressed back against the fingers so easily invading his body. His eyes fluttered as he remembered just how he had gotten so stretched. The memory of hot bodies moving together, rarely open eyes taking in their every movement as he moved in and out of his body… god, it was just too hot for words. He couldn’t help but wiggle slightly on top of the other man, clearly showing his excitement.
“Some fun?” Aizen murmured, slipping his fingers deeper inside the others hot body, testing to see just how stretched he really was. Plenty stretched… perfect. “Mmm, did you play with Gin today?” He couldn’t help but lick his lips when Ichigo nodded yes, quickly reaching down to free his own erection from his hakama. Having Ichigo wiggling on top of him like that… it was just too much for him to resist.
Ichigo chuckled softly, a grin easily coming back to his features. “Play? Hmmm, I guess so, if that’s what you can call it.” He murmured, leaning forward to press an almost chaste kiss against Aizen’s lips. “The same way I want to ‘play’ with you.” He whispered, pressing down against the length he could feel so teasingly close to his entrance.
“I would never deny you that.” Aizen said without hesitation, his hands sliding down to lewdly grope Ichigo’s ass as he pressed up. He tugged the teen down, slowly impaling him on his needy length. Every inch that slipped inside Ichigo felt like it was burrowing into pure heat. “Mmm, one on one is definitely better.” He murmured, pressing as deep as he could into the others body. It was so much tighter with just him, yeah, threesomes with Gin were hot as hell but he liked pounding Ichigo on his own just as well.
“You better not deny me… you made me like this.” Ichigo gasped out, not even giving himself time to adjust before he was rocking on Aizen, pulling off his length before pressing down against him again, forcing him deep inside his body. “You made me… want your cock in me… all the time.” His words were cut off each time Aizen thrust up into his body, hitting his prostate without fail. He had always been so good at that, giving him more and more pleasure with each move. It was like he was an incubus, pulling pleasure from his body until he was so worn out he collapsed in his arms.
Aizen did just that.
Even after they had cum, he didn’t stop pounding inside Ichigo’s body, forcing pleasure from his already oversensitive entrance. Ichigo couldn’t help but cling to him, his nails digging into his shoulders as he moaned in almost too intense pleasure, his length already hard between their bodies again. It was always like this with him, overwhelming orgasm after mind blowing orgasm until he was nothing more then a puddle of goo.
He fucking loved it.
“Ahhh! I’m… ahhnn! Cum… cumming!” Ichigo cried out, his head falling back as he shuddered in Aizen’s arm, his cum splattering across their chests and stomachs once again. He couldn’t help but collapse against the elder mans chest after that, just moaning softly as he continued to thrust up into his body. He knew that it would normally turn him on, being screwed right after an orgasm but… he was spent.
Aizen knew that too so he knew that this would be the last time… for now. He gripped Ichigo’s hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed up into his body, pressing himself as deep as possible before he came. He barely made a noise but it was clear he was pleasured, the way his breath was hard and fast giving him away easily. He waited a few moments before speaking, his breath still coming out in soft gasps. “So… are you going to sit in my chair anymore, you little punk?” He asked, looking down at him.
Ichigo looked up at him, stretching tiredly on his lap. “Is this what I’ll get every time I sit in your chair?” He asked, cocking his head to the side a bit. He grinned when Aizen nodded yes, just leaning forward to kiss him sloppily. “Then hell yes, I’m going to sit in your chair again.”
And he did.
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AN: Ahhha, this was just calling for me to do it! *giggles* this follows after these two:
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/567438/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/588905/
Normally I wouldn’t do continuations seeing as Therapies are supposed to be oneshots but… *giggles* It happens.
I hope you guys like it! Thank you for reading and don’t forget to feed the author!