Exchanging Gifts
They sat in the kitchen which was decorated with birthday decorations.
"Happy Birthday, Yoruichi-san!" said Kisuke.
"And Happy Birthday to you, Kisuke!" said Yoruichi.
They bent down and blew out some candles on a birthday cake. The room dimmed as the only light source was blown out.
They sat in complete darkness.
"...I guess everyone forgot..." Kisuke sighed.
"...Again..." Yoruichi replied.
It was midnight, and New Year's Day, directly in between Kisuke Urahara's and Yoruichi Shihoin's birthdays. Which everyone had so conveniently forgot.
Yoruichi faced Urahara and cocked her head to one side.
"Do you want your annual birthday present then, Kisuke?" she purred, crawling over to him, swaying her hips.
He didn't look at her. But his body had responded to her sentence, his cock twitching to life.
"Only if I'm allowed to receive it" he replied, turning to face her approaching figure. He sat on the wooden floor, stretching his legs out.
Yoruichi climbed onto his outstretched legs, rubbing herself against his hardened member. He groaned in pleasure. She pulled down his hakama, and traced the veins of his now freed dick with her tongue. She was an expert. Every year, he found himself amazed at her skills.
He flipped her onto her back. He tore open her orange shirt and let his eyes feast on her ample breasts. Then he flicked one of her pink tips, watching it as it hardened under his touch. He brought his mouth towards the hardened nub and started sucking it roughly, while sliding one of his hands down her body and pulling down her black leggings.
He did the same to the other breast, not hesitating once. Yoruichi squirmed underneath his large hands. Her eyes glazed over as Kisuke's finger started massaging her wet clit.
"Nyah... K-Kisuke!" she cried out in pleasure. She was under his control. Kisuke smirked and stuck a digit into her core, and slowly pumped it in and out of her. She moaned his name repeatedly. Yoruichi begged for him to add another finger. He obliged, and she screamed in pleasure. He was an expert. Every year he found himself amazed with his skill.
Kisuke rose.
"May I?" he asked, smirking down at her. She tutted, an rolled her eyes.
"Did you need to ask?" she asked. His smirk grew, and he plunged his rock hard member into her heat. They groaned at the feeling, and stayed there for a few seconds. Then Urahara started to move in and out of her, the moans escaping their mouths turning each other on more. The feeling was good, but Yoruichi needed faster, harder. And Kisuke needed to go faster and harder.
Their moans filled the room as they did what they both wanted, and it wasn't long until the fast, hard movements tipped then both over the edge.
Urahara collapsed on top of Yoruichi, both panting.
"Happy Birthday," they said to each other, and they both went to Kisuke's room to have a peaceful sleep together.