Couldn't Help It
By
tangibleHELL
Kira felt the nails scrapping down his sides as his own moistened entrance was engulfed by the thick, pounding cock his partner sported. He let himself cry out into the room as the burn of the stretch and filling of the orange-haired man's cock push him close to seeing stars as his prostate was hit. Kurosaki paused before he began to pump into his lover with a savage rhythm.
Slowly Ichigo kissed a passionate trail up the blond's neck, jaw and then found his way to the wet, swollen lips ripe for ravaging with his own lips. He forced his scolding hot tongue into the submissive mouth presented to him from below. The red-headed youth knew he shouldn't be enjoying this. He knew it was wrong to relish in how damn submissive the blond could be. But sweet Kami he couldn't help it.
He loved the feeling he got every time he thoroughly extracted a long, drawn out moan or whimper from his partner. He loved the way the perfectly made hole wrapped around his cock to the point he swore it would rip if he thrust hard enough. When Kira begged for him to go faster he loved that he could deny him, allow him, the power he held over him. He loved that Izuru trusted him enough to give him the power over him. The trust he wouldn't abuse like Ichimaru had abused.
Kira tugged his wrists uselessly as his memory of the sash around his wrists came back with force. He moaned wantonly inot the air as he felt teeth sink deep into his collarbone. A shiver ran down his spine. He knew he shouldn't enjoy being dominated so thoroughly. He knew he shouldn't relish in the feeling of being filled past his limits. He knew he shouldn't hand something as meaningful as his life and body over so easily. But oh how he couldn't help it.