Kenpachi and Ichigo
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,803
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Moonlight
Moonlight
Perhaps it had been too many cups of sake, or the fact that the damn substitute shinigami got to him in a way no other could. Maybe it was a mixture of both. Either way, the young man's moans were making any thought impossible. He couldn't see Ichigo's face, but he imagined it must be a beauty to behold in the throes of pleasure. He regretted now that he entered him from behind, but that's the position they had wrestled into.
His thrusts were gentle and controlled, even though he wanted to pound the little bastard until he screamed. Perhaps for the second round, when his smaller body was nice and prepared for it he would. Oh, he knew he would. He grinned, grunting each time he slid home into the tight warmth, hands cupped around his narrow hips to pull his body back onto his erection.
The full moon sent an illuminating light across his sweat soaked back and over that orange hair of his that was now longer than when they first met so many years ago. He thought it suited Ichigo just fine. In fact, he was very pleased with it. He gripped the hair and gave it a yank, inciting a curse and deeper moan from the man gyrating under him. He should have known the bundle of energy that was Ichigo Kurosaki would be a handful. He was pleased with this as well.
He yanked his soft hair again hoping for another hiss or groan, but he got something even better. A turn of his head and a sneer on his lips, eyes asking....no, ordering him to fuck him harder instead of playing tug the hair. He growled, a hard, callus covered hand fastened back to his hip before he slammed him, forcing Ichigo to grip the headboard of the creaking bed for dear life.
Harder...
A begging tone that he would never ignore. His fingers dug into tender flesh and he rammed against the tense body beneath him, sure he would break with the force. Ichigo yelled a curse so loud that some outside the barracks would likely hear, but he wasn't concerned. If anyone was bothered by it they could fuck off. He'd shut them up himself if need be. He wanted to hear Ichigo this way, and he would damn well take the pleasure in it as much as he could now that he had him.
He leaned over, the tip of his tongue running up his sweat slick spine until he ended up at the nape of his neck. He swirled the muscle around, saliva replacing sweat that seeped from pores. He could almost taste his reiatsu this way, and it was sweeter than any taste of alcohol. He groaned against heated flesh, arching his body and rocking his hips faster until his balls made a slapping sound against Ichigo's ass.
He cursed, the sound guttural, like a wild animal as he growled through the building pleasure. Ichigo chuckled, even as he moaned and begged for release. Oh, he was an extraordinary being, this half human, half shinigami. He wrapped his hand around Ichigo's swollen cock to stroke him through the pulsing heat of his climax. Only when he felt the hot spurt of his release over his hand and heard the yell of rapturous approval did he let his own orgasm fill the tightening body that seemed to milk him dry.
When he came back to his senses he was still panting hot breath against Ichigo's neck and holding his spent cock in a now loose grip. Ichigo made a impatient sound and shifted his ass in a demanding way. He grunted soft and wrapped his other arm around the young man's body, hand brushing over his sweaty chest in a caress. He was perfectly comfortable in this spot at the moment.
Already tuckered out, Kenpachi? the smart mouth asked, followed by a cocky laugh.
The kid had to be misinformed if he thought the great Kenpachi Zaraki could only go one round of hard fucking and that be the end of it. He pulled out of his used body, flipping Ichigo over on his back. He was met with a smirk and a twinkle in his brown eyes.
"I've only just started with you, Ichigo Kurosaki."
Perhaps it had been too many cups of sake, or the fact that the damn substitute shinigami got to him in a way no other could. Maybe it was a mixture of both. Either way, the young man's moans were making any thought impossible. He couldn't see Ichigo's face, but he imagined it must be a beauty to behold in the throes of pleasure. He regretted now that he entered him from behind, but that's the position they had wrestled into.
His thrusts were gentle and controlled, even though he wanted to pound the little bastard until he screamed. Perhaps for the second round, when his smaller body was nice and prepared for it he would. Oh, he knew he would. He grinned, grunting each time he slid home into the tight warmth, hands cupped around his narrow hips to pull his body back onto his erection.
The full moon sent an illuminating light across his sweat soaked back and over that orange hair of his that was now longer than when they first met so many years ago. He thought it suited Ichigo just fine. In fact, he was very pleased with it. He gripped the hair and gave it a yank, inciting a curse and deeper moan from the man gyrating under him. He should have known the bundle of energy that was Ichigo Kurosaki would be a handful. He was pleased with this as well.
He yanked his soft hair again hoping for another hiss or groan, but he got something even better. A turn of his head and a sneer on his lips, eyes asking....no, ordering him to fuck him harder instead of playing tug the hair. He growled, a hard, callus covered hand fastened back to his hip before he slammed him, forcing Ichigo to grip the headboard of the creaking bed for dear life.
Harder...
A begging tone that he would never ignore. His fingers dug into tender flesh and he rammed against the tense body beneath him, sure he would break with the force. Ichigo yelled a curse so loud that some outside the barracks would likely hear, but he wasn't concerned. If anyone was bothered by it they could fuck off. He'd shut them up himself if need be. He wanted to hear Ichigo this way, and he would damn well take the pleasure in it as much as he could now that he had him.
He leaned over, the tip of his tongue running up his sweat slick spine until he ended up at the nape of his neck. He swirled the muscle around, saliva replacing sweat that seeped from pores. He could almost taste his reiatsu this way, and it was sweeter than any taste of alcohol. He groaned against heated flesh, arching his body and rocking his hips faster until his balls made a slapping sound against Ichigo's ass.
He cursed, the sound guttural, like a wild animal as he growled through the building pleasure. Ichigo chuckled, even as he moaned and begged for release. Oh, he was an extraordinary being, this half human, half shinigami. He wrapped his hand around Ichigo's swollen cock to stroke him through the pulsing heat of his climax. Only when he felt the hot spurt of his release over his hand and heard the yell of rapturous approval did he let his own orgasm fill the tightening body that seemed to milk him dry.
When he came back to his senses he was still panting hot breath against Ichigo's neck and holding his spent cock in a now loose grip. Ichigo made a impatient sound and shifted his ass in a demanding way. He grunted soft and wrapped his other arm around the young man's body, hand brushing over his sweaty chest in a caress. He was perfectly comfortable in this spot at the moment.
Already tuckered out, Kenpachi? the smart mouth asked, followed by a cocky laugh.
The kid had to be misinformed if he thought the great Kenpachi Zaraki could only go one round of hard fucking and that be the end of it. He pulled out of his used body, flipping Ichigo over on his back. He was met with a smirk and a twinkle in his brown eyes.
"I've only just started with you, Ichigo Kurosaki."