Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or its characters, nor do I make any profit from this.
Warning: Rated M for foul language and sexual situations. SMUT ALERT!
The bed creaked.
Slamming into the room's plain walls as perspiration trickled down the expanse of their smooth skin. The heavy musk of sex seducing them into a lustful haze.
...the heat...
...the moaning...
...the pleasure.
It was intoxicating. Mind numbing with every move, every thrust against the bundle of nerves that made the boy go wild with passion. Snapping his hips to meet his partner's frenzied strikes of penetration. Worshipping the teen as a god descended from the heavens, clinging for dear life as he was violently pounded into. "ah...ah...ahhh!"
Their tongues battled, fighting for dominance as the older was declared the victor. The bottom whimpering, pleading for the man to go harder. Faster.
To fuck his brains out.
"Damn...s-so t-tight!..." The younger cried out, nibbling on the outer earshell presented to him. Ichigo groaned. Bending his bed partner in half, granting more access to his passage's warmth.
The thrusts were deep...
...vigorous...
...rough.
Just as the boy liked it.
Oh fuck!
Yes!
More!
"I-I'm c-close!...s-so close..." An inferno blazed within him, boiling as flashes of light blinded his vision. Cerulean orbs rolling in its sockets as his muscles clamped onto the other's sensitivity.
"...t-toshiro!...oh fuck yes..." A steaming seed was spilled into the boy's insides, burning into depths of his soul as the two went limp. Basking in the afterglow of ecstasy.
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"Maybe he got tired of you, you know, finds you lame in bed." Rukia coached him into shock, sipping her vanilla milkshake as she continued. "This information is gold! I can use this for Women's Association Daily. Just imagine, headlines 'Ichigo Left Alone After Horrible Sex With Soccer Captain.' Has a sorta ring to it."
"Hell no!" Ichigo crossed his arms, scowling at the very possibility. Denial, this whole situation reeked of it.
"What the hell do you want me to say!? That he likes you, but can't distribute the difference between his desires and feelings? Oh, please. Life isn't a BL manga!"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Hell yes! Those artists are geniuses! Just like the creators of chappy stuffed animals."
"You do know they designed those for four year olds, right?"
"Bite me!"
"Fuck that! I don't want to get a disease touching anywhere Renji licked!" He sighed. Ichigo had always liked Toshiro since middle school, right before the accident that killed his stepsister. Almost taking the boy's life. However, when he tried comforting the other by confessing his love, all the prodigy wanted from him was his dick. A cruel reality. "Just hurry up and fix this! I need him to realize my feelings for him."
"What's your proposal?"
"Any goddamn thing you want!"
Rukia thought over the idea, holding up her fingers in emphasis of her request. "Five wishes. You will grant me five! From here to the grave, I can use them anytime I want to too. Deal?"
"Yes!" The raven laughed at the immediate response, almost feeling straight out sorry for her friend.
"The fucking is that good, huh?" It was her turn to sigh. "Alright! Give me five days to get back to you. I'll be out of town for a week for some lame noble ball."
"You? In a dress?"
"Say one fucking word and I will send you to the emergency room with my foot up your ass!"
This was beginning to be a long day.