Hitsugaya and Karin. I own nothing related to Bleach. I do own all the dirty thoughts created herein.
The colors of the sheets merged together in a neat rainbow like fresh seawater crashing into violet dye. The shiny material looked dull when compared to the glow coming from the skin of the woman lying next to him. He liked her bed above any other thing she owned. It was spacious and soft. She'd chosen the color because it reminded her of his eyes. He smiled down at her serene face. Had she missed him that much during their time apart? Her arm tightened around his waist as if to answer the question. She groaned and looked up at him innocently behind a curtain of ebony colored hair. Her dark eyes twinkled with an emotion he himself felt at that very moment. She rolled over on top of him with a smirk. Her hand gently touched the hair cascading around them. He yanked on it roughly, pulling her lips against his own. She relaxed against him with a loud sigh that hardened certain places of his body.
Karin smiled against his mouth as her rough hand moved down his shoulder to his hard chest and stomach. Her tongue grazed his lips playfully. He moaned and hungrily pressed their lips together again. His breathing had quickened to match her unsteady breath rate. Her hand gently grasped his hardened penis. Her tongue brushed his in languid strokes while her hand stroked him. His hands found her small breasts and gripped them tightly. Her nipples responded to his touch automatically. He took one of the pink nubs into his mouth and sucked on it until she cried out. He flicked it tongue across the other and pinched it between his index finger and thumb. She pulled away from him and hastily guided his hardened penis inside her wetness.
They moved in a rhythm that always reminded her of the ocean and its waves. She gripped the iron headboard tightly as her hips and his moved against one another. Her eyes were drawn to the hot gaze his eyes gave her as he sucked at her breasts. She moved her hips faster; his body responded to her instantly. His hands tightened the grip he had on her hips. She fit him perfectly. After being the only man she'd ever actually had in her bed, he wasn't surprised by that. She tightened around him. Her head fell forward and she closed her eyes tightly. Why did she always feel dizzy when she looked in his eyes as she had an orgasm? She pushed him flat onto the bed with his hands pinned above his head. Her hips slowed to a pace that was almost as unbearable to her as she knew it was to him. She smirked at the frown he tried to make. He rolled his eyes and had her pinned underneath him in seconds. He pushed into her eagerly with a smile. He never played fair. Her fingers dug into his scalp as he moved in and out of her while pressing kisses against her neck. She moaned and raked her nails down his back. He thrust into her harder. Her hips rose to meet him. She fell back against the pillow as another wave of ecstasy washed over her. He thrust into her once more before releasing his own pleasure inside of her.
She held his head against her chest as their breathing slowed. His eyes found hers and she found herself falling again. He moved to kiss her, but stopped mid-action. She didn't look away from his gaze that time. He was filled with so many emotions that all he could do was press his face into her chest. Her eyes were like the sky on the darkest night, and forever his eyes would sing to her of cold ocean waters. She pressed a kiss into his messy white hair. He smiled. She was the moon that moved him.