"Damn damnation." Kensei whispered softly and crossed the office, taking Shuuhei by the shoulders and kissing him deeply.
Kensei's groin tightened. Damn Shuuhei for making him want him…when had he become so…sexy!?
Shuuhei's body moved to fit his, fitting into the curve he made as he bent over her, Shuuhei's finger's digging into his cargo pants that he had worn during his visit to see Ichigo. He had visited mostly to make sure the brat hadn't gotten too weak.
"Stop Captain..." Shuuhei whispered softly and pressed his face to Kensei's, not wanting to let go. "You have to stop touching me…"
"I can't and won't stop."
Kensei's breath feather across Shuuhei's mouth and his tongue gently licked Shuuhei's bottom lip, before he pushed Shuuhei away.
When Kensei had pushed him away Shuuhei had thought Kensei had come to his senses, but that wasn't the case. Before he could think, Kensei had yanked his clothes apart and leaned down and started to suck Shuuhei's nipple between his teeth.
Shuuhei cried out and pulled the older man closer to him, trying to speak. "C-Captain! Y-You have a-"
Kensei growled softly and pulled away, but flicked his thumb over Shuuhei's nipple. "What?"
Shuuhei gasped softly. "Y-You have a Captains meeting in two minutes."
Kensei sighed. "You're kidding me."
"No Sir."
"You really know how to kill the mood."
Shuuhei purred softly. "If you attend the meeting, I'll make sure I finish everything by then and then we can spend some time together-"
Kensei grinned before flash-stepping away. "See ya later then..Kid!"
"Later."