"Father touched you with the hand of God
He's gripping tighter"
Isshin knew it was wrong. He knew it was wrong in the way that his toes curled and his breathing hitched in his throat. He knew it was wrong in the way that he felt like he was flying, soaring, crashing back down to earth in a series of never ending tumbles and yells. Yes, he knew it was wrong, but he also knew he'd never stop.
Not with Ichigo panting, pushing back against him, calling his name in soft little pants that almost never reached his ears. Not with Ichigo's head handing down, his mess of too-bright hair changing his face into a mask of shadows and unfamiliarity. Not with the way his hands tightened of their own will, forcing –but not forcing, never forcing- Ichigo higher, longer, hotter.
When it was over, it was always over, he would fade back into his nest of commonplace occurrences and familial duties, and Ichigo would leave again for his destiny, his life, his place in the world that endlessly fought him. And everything they did, everything they danced around, everything they remembered when their eyes connected at the dinner table, would be just a lie of the senses.
song: "Liar, Liar (Burn in Hell)"
pairing: Isshin and Ichigo