Re-post
Quickening
He gasps at every touch, flushing and arching to meet it. His skin is so fair that Shunsui can see the flow of blood rise to the surface and heat his body.
Their lips move together for the thousand-thousanth time. Even as he pulls Shunsui down, he yeilds underneath him, letting go of the pride that keeps him upright all day.
He took a moment to stop, hovering just over his naked body, restraining himself and whispering in his ear:
"What do you want?"
He moaned in reply, twisting impatiently, but Shunsui did not give in. He waited untill the impatience slowed and watched as his eyes lifted. A deep, fluttery sigh.
"Use... Use your mouth."
Smiling, Shunsui kissed him long and slow, a patient invasion, and moved down his chin, neck, enciting a gasp. Every movement was steady, measured. The hands running through his wavy brown hair made him shudder. But he kept going steadily lower untill he could cup his balls and slide up his length. He could hear the whimper easing their way out of his body.
He took it into his mouth and moaned low at the taste, earning a shift and cry from the body beneith him. Pumping slowly, sucking deftly, trying to wring out every whimper, shudder and moan from this body.
Kyouraku Shunsui did not concider himself much of a religious person, but he was sure that this body was a god and heaven in one.
His cries echoed in his ears as Shunsui plied him with his tounge, bobbing his head slowly and efficiently, drawing every last drop out and swollowing it.
He let the limp member fall out of his mouth with something like regret.
Shunsui crawled back up, eased and tugged by slender yet strong arms until they could wrap around his neck and he could look down into the gaze of his lover.
Their eyes spoke so much, after so long.
There was an ache in Kyouraku Shunsui that could not be eased. A fear that this phantom-colored creature below him would vanish as easily as the mist at dawn. He was clearly unworthy. But even as he knew that, he knew in his heart of hearts that this man, this Ukitake Jyuushiro, loved him too. And so, he could not leave until that love faded into nothing.
The chaste kiss pressed between them stole his breath and tugged at his heart. Why his love yeilded below him at all, he did not know. But he was not one to question a gift of the gods for overlong.
His lips curled into a smile that easily rested in his eyes.
"I love you."