Special
Part 2
"Well, Ichigo? Are you ready for the ride of your life?" Byakuya asked silkily, causing Ichigo to shiver in desire.
"Byakuya! Don't tease me! Get on with it, already!" Ichigo nearly shouted, feeling those silken hands dancing along his skin.
"So impatient, Ichigo. Maybe I should just…take my time. After all, I did promise you today would be special." Byakuya shifted, moving his hands up farther to brush against Ichigo's erect nipples.
Ichigo shivered, but managed to choke out "What's…so special about tonight? Did I miss our anniversary or something?"
Byakuya chuckled, before shifting off of Ichigo. Ichigo, of course, protested loudly, thinking his mate was leaving him unsatisfied. Byakuya chuckled again, laying a long, slim finger against the plump lips of his mate.
"I'll be right back. I'm just going to get the things that I need. Wait here."
Ichigo scowled but nodded, leaning back against the soft pillows of the Kuckiki's feather bed, watching in annoyance as his mate walked out of the room.
Seconds passed, then minutes, Ichigo growing steadily more sexually frustrated as the time ticked by. He began to grow discouraged, feeling empty and cold without his every-present lover. Shaking his head to dispel those discouraging thoughts, Ichigo let his own hand drift down his tan body, imagining that the hands belonged to Byakuya, and not him.
He shivered once more, those hands brushing against his clothed member, which still stood stiff at attention even though Byakuya had been gone nearly 10 minutes now.
Slowly rubbing himself, Ichigo closed his eyes, unable to help from wondering if tonight he'd be alone, even though Byakuya had promised him something special.
"Byakuya…." He murmured, his head falling to the scented pillow below him. His hand began to move a little faster now, as he began to imagine his lover riding above him, slowly sliding along his body in desire.
Just the thought of such a thing was almost too much for Ichigo, and he bit his lip, stopping his hand before he came too quickly. Just then, he looked up, and saw Byakuya standing in the doorway, a huge smirk on his face.
Ichigo gasped, his face flushing a dull red, but Byakuya merely stepped foreword, holding up his hand.
"So, Ichigo, you just couldn't wait for me? Bad, bad. I'll have to punish you for that."
Byakuya held up a tray, and Ichigo's embarrassment turned to shock. On the tray was a bowl of melted chocolate, honey, wine, and many scented candles.
"Um, Byakuya, what are you going to do with all that?" Ichigo asked, feeling sweat begin to slide down his face.
"Why, Ichigo, I'm going to make myself a strawberry dessert!" (couldn't resist the pun!")
Ichigo flushed an even darker red, although in anger this time. Even that faded away, though, in a gasp as Byakuya dribbled the still-warm chocolate onto his stomach.
"Mm," Byakuya murmured, leaning down to lick up the mess in a lazy circle.
Ichigo shivered, hardening even more if that was possible. Byakuya felt this and shifted his hips, bringing his own member into direct contact with Ichigo's.
Then he took a small cooking brush and ran it around the chocolate bowl, before drizzling the warm treat in circles around Ichigo's nipples. Staring at the treat for a few moments, Byakuya leaned down and slipped the treat into his mouth, flicking out a tongue to taste it all.
Ichigo couldn't contain himself; his hips lifted of their own violation, and Byakuya was forced to hold them down.
"Not yet, my little strawberry, I'm saving the best for last.'
I know, I promised no cliffy, but I just couldn't help it! The rest will come later, I promise! It's hard to right this while in school, you know!
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