Don't hate Me
Drabble
Hello my loves! How is everyone? Good? Great? Ahh who cares! :D Jk Umm, here's my IchiKai fanfic (Ichigo x Kaien) which is my first time both writing a drabble and wrting about Ichigo and Kaien. I really like the pairing for some reason (not sure why) but I do! :D So I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: DO I LOOK LIKE TITE KUBO TO YOU?!
Warning: You should know by now what my stories carry but I shall say it anyway. Smutt, yaoi, boy x boy, language and all that jazz :P
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He knew Ichigo would get like this. All drunk and uncalibrated. And he specifically told his room mate that getting drunk off his ass would not only be bothersome because he'd be have to be the one to take care of him and because it did all types of negative things to his body. Yet the raven haired older male couldn't exactly be mad at the orangette. Not when Ichigo was bouncing drunkenly in his lap. His cock ramming the virgin hole; pulling long drawn out and hoarse moans that seemed to be a scramble of his name and curse words. Kaien couldn't care. Wouldn't care. Didn't give a flying fuck if somewhere deep inside of him where angry. Which it was. Because he knew that Ichigo wouldn't be so open and free to let the raven touch him so. That it was the liquor that fogged his mind with the miasma of lust. That in the morning Ichigo would probably hate him for 'taking advantage' of him in his drunken state.
When he thought of Ichi's rath, he immediately wrapped his arms around the youngers waist and let his head fall on to the sweated chest, thrust getting a lot more aggressive now. All he could think about was the words 'Don't hate me, Ichi' as he felt himself near his climax. He really hoped the orangette didn't when the morning of next was to come.
Yeah Ichigo was drunk, probably to drunk for his own good, but he knew damn well what he was doing. How he was doing it. WHO was doing HIM. Kaien... He knew that the older lectured him about his drinking habits, even though he was a once every blue moon drinker, but he couldn't bring himself to give a damn about what Kaien said. Didn't want to. Couldn't want to. All he wanted to do was ride this guys dick until they both exploded into the solar systems of pure pleasure. Cuddle, wake up in the morning and talk this over; because Ichi wanted to make things serious, the kind of guy he was, and just hope to the high heaven and whatever else angelic bullshit that would give him good praise, that Kaien didn't hate he felt the heat in his stomach build and more and more moans escaped both Kaien and Ichigo's lips as he still rode the 8 inch muscled within him, all his brain could make up was the four words he prayed would be the case the next morning. 'Don't hate me, Kaien' he thought before his body went into shell shock; releasing his seed all over both his and the raven's chest. 'Don't hate me, Kaien'. Both their bodies went lax, Kaien on top of Ichi and Ichi crushed beneath Kaien . That was all. That was it. The sex they'd shared for an hour, almost unable to enjoy it because the only thing they could think of besides ' Fuck me harder' or 'Shit you're so tight', was the words, 'Don't hate me' ...
Hope you enjoyed! It was fun to write and I hope it was fun to read! Umm, yeah! aha
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P.S. Chapter 2 of When that Soilder's Gone'll be coming out soon! Perhaps a day or two from now, or even today!