Ichigo sunk down in the chair by his desk, planting his feet wide apart, one on the edge of the bed, the other on the floor. He snapped the lid of a small tube open and quickly coated three fingers with slick gel.
Adding one finger at a time he slowly and methodically stretched and slicked his hole, preparing it thoroughly. When he was able to push the tip of a fourth finger in without any pain he deemed himself ready and threw the lube to the side. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.
He got up and slid onto his bed. A long piece of cloth was fastened to the headboard.
Ichigo was pissed, no - furious, he was frustrated, he was just so goddamn fucking tired of being so good all the time. He was tired of being Kurosaki Ichigo. In his chest waves of black with the consistency of tar rolled, licking his ribs from the inside.
And so Ichigo grabbed the piece of cloth and slowly wrapped it around his wrist, tying it tightly. After trying the knot, pulling on his binds and finding it to his satisfaction the teen took a deep breath and reached out to his nightstand.
His hand clamped down on a small green pill resting there and before giving himself time for second thought he snatched it up and popped it into his mouth.
"Ichigo?"
He didn't bother with a reply, just unfastened the sword now resting on his back and let it drop to the floor with a clatter before kneeling on the bed, reaching up and tying his body's other wrist tightly against the first with the remaining length of the cloth.
"Ichigo??"
Ichigo got up again and started pulling his uniform off, his features hard and closed.
"Hello Kon. You're gonna lie still and you're gonna shut up. This might hurt."