So we're back with the finale of Dirty me! Yay for us :D So these are the last two chapters of Dirty Me and LoveyourflyingV and I again RP'd this together. We switched roles this time though. I play the part of Nnoitra this time and V plays Shinji. I hope you all enjoy this as much as we enjoyed writing it!
~Penny and V
Shinji was such a fucking clean freak, but Nnoitra was glad to have the sweat and cum washed off him. The only thing that sucked was the fact that the only soap was this flowery shit that made his nose wrinkle every time he caught a whiff of it. He made a mental note to get dirty again as soon as Blondie was finished primping. He'd never understand why people took so long getting cleaned. It wasn't fucking rocket science. You soap up, scrub and rinse. Done. Then again, with him in the shower Nnoitra had free time to raid the kitchen for a much needed energy boost. That kind of sex always made him hungry. He smirked when he opened the refrigerator and found it practically bursting with food. Jackpot.
The blonde stepped out of the shower, unaware of the soft smile on his face. It wasn't that he had anything to be discontent about, but he didn't like to show people other than his mother or Ichigo just how happy he could be for some reason. His legs were still wobbly as he made his way to mirror, reaching for a comb and running it through his thick hair. It was getting long, down to his shoulders now. His eyes cut to the door as he frowned in annoyance. Even though he'd just shared a moment he didn't want to refer to as intimate with Nnoitra, he was sure the giant freak was probably undoing every good thing they had at the moment by doing something stupid. He didn't want to leave him out there for too long.
"Oh fuck yes! Score." Nnoitra said out loud when he found a small stash of blueberry pocky in one of the cabinets. After downing half a carton of orange juice and some leftover stir fry he figured it would top off the meal nicely for something sweet. It was too bad the melon ones were out of season, he thought fleetingly as he ripped open the box and pulled out one of the air tight packages. He pulled one out slowly, a grin too wide to be considered gleeful on his face, and stuck the tip between his teeth, closing his uncovered eye as the flavor hit him. Way better than fucking chocolate. Leaving the box on the counter he decided to check out the other cupboards just to see what was in them.
Shinji walked into the kitchen, a horrible mauve paisley towel wrapped low around his hips. It may have been hideous, but it was Okaachan's favorite. Without even seeing the living room empty, he knew Nnoitra would be in the kitchen. He just didn't expect to see an almost seven foot tall man completely naked and savoring Pocky like it was an orgasm. He just couldn't find it in himself to be pissed, especially since the kitchen wasn't even in a state of disarray. Shinji snatched the pack of Pocky out of his hand and took it for himself, procuring a single stick before setting it back on the counter. "Ya ain't never gonna be as good as me, baka. Not even after all this time." He grinned, pushing the blueberry cookie stick into his mouth and sucking it slowly. He was still champion of the game he and Ichigo had discovered, and no Pocky-loving asshole was going to deprive him of that.
"Che." Nnoitra grabbed at the package that was so rudely taken from him. "I was eatin' that ya shit." He said, his eye roving down of Shinji's newly clean body and settling on the towel. He cocked his eyebrow and let his hand drop. "So someone puked and thought it would make a good color fer a towel?" That thing was hideous. He didn't even understand why Shinji was wearing it when it was just going to get tossed wherever Nnoitra decided to fuck him next.
He lost his concentration, the ball on his tongue ring snagging the delicate stick and snapping it in two, as Nnoitra insulted him. "Fuck you! It's Okachaan's favorite. I don't complain about the stupid shit ya wear all the time." He grumbled, retreating out of the kitchen.
"What stupid shit? My clothes're just fuckin' fine." Nnoitra shot back. He liked the way he dressed; baggy pants and tight t-shirts were just fine in his book. "Mama's boy."
"Yer t-shirts make ya look gay, and yer pants are gonna fall off yer ass." He retorted, making his way back to his bedroom to find some semblance of clothing. Maybe some loungepants. Shinji had stopped caring about being called a "Mama's Boy" a long time ago. He knew he was, and he was okay with that. His mother may have been weird, but she was great. He leaned down, sifting through a drawer to find what he wanted.
"Fer one, I am gay fucktard. Fer two, I wear a damn belt." Nnoitra called after Shinji as he walked away. He grabbed the pocky and followed him down the hall and into a small bedroom. Stopping in the doorway to get a full view of the room Nnoitra grinned and leaned against the door jam, sticking another blue stick in his mouth. He could tell it was Shinji's room, the bedspread was pink and there were at least six pillows on the twin size bed. He shook his head as his violet eye took in the posters on the wall. Half naked men… what a surprise. "The fuck you doin'?" He asked when he finally looked down at the blonde. It was a nice view but he looked to be getting ready to cover himself a bit more permanently.
Shinji cocked an eyebrow as he turned around, a thin pair of cotton pants in his grasp. "What the fuck's it look like? I'm gettin' dressed." He gave an unimpressed look of incredulity and turned back around, vainly preening in his mirror for a few moments. He pretended not to glance at the man in his doorway, like he hadn't spent so many nights in his youth in that very room dreaming that someone would someday screw him so completely senseless like he now knew Nnoitra could.
Nnoitra bit the pocky in half and chewed with a frown on his face. "The fuck for?" Baffled would have been a perfect word to describe how Shinji's actions made him feel. He took a step into the room, narrowly missing a small disco ball hanging from the ceiling, and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm jus' gonna take 'em off again." If he thought Shinji's apartment made him feel huge this room alone made him feel gigantic. He shifted his weight uncomfortably and looked at Shinji's reflection in the mirror, meeting the other man's eyes with his own before shifting to his own reflected form. He had almost forgotten he'd pulled his hair back in a messy bun at the crown of his head until he saw himself.
He rolled his eyes, cocking a hip in annoyance as he looked back at Nnoitra through the mirror. "We just fucked a little while ago. Ya came like three times. Ya can't wait a fuckin' hour to do it again?" It wasn't that he didn't want to mess around again… Shinji just wanted a little time for himself where he could breathe normally and not be screaming. And his ass still really hurt; the shower hadn't helped much with that.
Nnoitra's eye narrowed but his lips titled in a grin. He took another step forward and reached out, grabbing a fist full of Shinji's hair and gently pulling him back just enough to make him feel like he was off balance. "Don't get all fuckin bitchy. I ain't waitin' an hour. Ya said we got all night fer this and I'm gonna fuck ya all night. One way 'er another." His free hand flattened against Shinji's chest and pressed as his tongue flicked out to mark a hot, wet trail from his shoulder to the top of his ear where he bit down harshly. "Got it, Blondie?"
His jaw dropped open as his hair was grabbed and he fell back into the larger man. Shinji only wished he hadn't caved so easily, that his head would hurt instead of feeling sooo damn good. But he didn't want to just give in – it wasn't nearly as fun that way. He grabbed Nnoitra's hand and flung it off his chest, leaning forward again to brace his hands on the dresser, even if the hand still gripping his hair made his back arch harshly. "Yeah? And what if I ain't in the mood?"
"Get in the fuckin' mood." Nnoitra growled, his hand reaching up to toy with one of Shinji's nipples, tugging on the metal bar, as his grip on the silky damp hair tightened. Of course he knew Shinji wouldn't just melt completely for him, but at least some of the fight seemed to have drained from him. He didn't much care for the reason behind that, all that mattered was that he wouldn't have to fight quite as hard as he would have if this had been the first encounter of the night. He let his eye catch Shinji's in the mirror again and let a slow sneering grin stretch his lips.
"Fucker." He growled, eyes clenching shut at the pain that ran through his chest even as his cock twitched in anticipation. Shinji tried to slow his anxious breathing, watching that stupid sneer cross Nnoitra's face, even though part of him found it ungodly sexy. "Ya think ya can get me in the mood by beatin' my ass again? Ya think that'll do it?" He huffed.
Nnoitra chuckled, a dark ominous sound. "Who said I was gonna be rough with ya?" He simultaneously let go of Shinji's hair and nipple in favor for running a gentle finger slowly down his spine. He nudged the side of his neck with his nose and let his lips and breath feather over the sensitive skin there. When his finger reached Shinji's tailbone he moved it in a slow circle before retracing his earlier movements.
His skin felt cold with the way he shivered at the soft, barely there touches, but he knew his body was radiating heat like a furnace. His eyelids fluttered and he shook his head. No, this is not something he wanted to feel. Shinji's fingertips skidded on the dresser's surface as he pushed his ass back against the finger slowly teasing him. He hated these touches. They were torture.
With a sly grin at Shinji's movements Nnoitra knew he had hit the right button. He still wasn't sure which the blond liked more, the rough almost brutal sex like they had shared earlier, or the sweet torturous caresses that teased him to the brink of insanity. Usually Shinji got defensive about those touches, pushing Nnoitra away and goading him into rougher play, but not tonight. No, tonight Nnoitra was going to make him take every last bit of it and love every minute of it. Even if he had to tie him up again to get him to stay put. He wouldn't admit to it, but it was his way of compensating for the blowjob he had been wanting for so long and had finally received. That glorious fucking blow job. By the time his finger had reached the top of Shinji's neck his mind was already thinking up ways to make him squirm. He spread his fingers and let them slide slowly into Shinji's hair as his other hand reached up and traced the barely there muscles of his abdomen, his lips still moving over his neck.
Shinji was squirming already, but not solely because of the touches. He was fighting with himself. Still, every few seconds, his movement would cease completely and a look of pure bliss would cross his face. Slowly, he began to shake his head again. "N-No…" He whimpered. "No, baka!" He growled, pushing himself away and crossing the room, just standing there, back turned.
Nnoitra rolled his eye and took a deep breath, his patience level already dangerously low. "Where is it?" He asked, cocking a hip as he looked around the room.
The outburst caught him by surprise. He had expected to be grabbed and shoved into the closest surface. "Where is what?" Shinji turned around, looking confused and worn.
"Yer bag, er box, er whatever full 'a stuff I can tie ya up with." He walked to the closet and opened it, leaning in and moving things around as he searched for something that would catch his eye. Little shit had to have that kind of stuff still there. He had lube, after all.
Shinji crossed his arms, frowning, trying to put on a front. "What makes ya think I would keep that kinda stuff here?" Not that he didn't have it. He still had a box of toys under his bed. Not his best stuff, but it still got the job done. Nnoitra would have to look for it himself, though. He sat down on the bed, perching on the end of it with his knees bent, arms resting over their caps.
"Tch. I know ya do." Nnoitra muttered, lifting the lid on a box in the closet and finding it full of baby clothes. He shuddered and shut it quickly. Turning around and facing the bedroom once more, he ignored Shinji as he tried to think of where to look next. The dresser maybe? Nah, most people kept that kind of thing in the bottom drawers and he'd already seen what was in the bottom drawer of that. He frowned and continued to search, standing by the open closet as his eyes took in every inch of the room. There was really only one choice left; under the bed itself. His eye flicked to Shinji and then back to the bed as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. As soon as he moved forward he not only saw but felt Shinji tense.
He didn't think he'd given himself away, but it was obvious that Nnoitra knew. He hated how well the man could read him – anyone, really. It was his job, for lack of a better phrase. He just frowned, turning a sour look to the bigger man.
Nnoitra grinned at Shinji's frown and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Get it fer me." He didn't see any reason why he couldn't have a little fun with the blond haired young man before he tied him up and teased him until he begged to have his cock in him.
His head shot back, looking confused for a moment before he just began to laugh. "No." Shinji chuckled a little more, stretching out and leaning back on the bed. Even the notion that he was about to be fucked within an inch of his sanity wasn't enough to make him work for it. He wasn't going to be subservient to this asshole… Not unless he was prompted properly. He didn't do well with half-assed commands.
His eye narrowed and his voice dropped, deep and commanding. "If I gotta get in myself I ain't gonna play nice. There're plenty 'a ways ta keep ya from cummin' fer hours and I know all 'a them." He crossed his arms and waited for Shinji to react.
"Why would ya wanna do a thing like that?" He asked innocently, tipping his head to the side. He loved to tease this man, whether he was being aggressive and playing hard to get or just seducing. Shinji stood, rolling his hips as he walked a few feet to Nnoitra, shoulders back and chin held high. "Don't ya like watchin' me cum?"
Nnoitra placed a hand on each of his hips and leaned forward, almost nose to nose with Shinji. "I seen that already. Time fer a new game." He reached out with one hand and snatched the towel from around Shinji's waist, throwing it over his head and pushing him back to the bed so that his legs hung over the side. "And yer innocent act makes me wanna do bad things ta ya, so this is all yer own fault." He knelt down, sinking his teeth into a thin thigh right above the knee as he reached under the bed. The first box he pulled out was the lube but the second, a bigger box, was what he was looking for. He opened it and grinned at the coiled rope laying right on top, begging to be used.
Shinji flailed and struggled as he fell back on the bed, ripping off the towel with anger. "Asshole." He growled, but continued to lay back. At this point he couldn't decide if he wanted to go along with things or make it all worse for himself. He was never sure quite what Nnoitra was capable of, and the man always seemed to take things further than Shinji had thought he could. His head fell back, a hiss tearing from his throat as those teeth found a sensitive spot on his thigh. He couldn't help but reach down and thread his fingers through Nnoitra's hair, pulling him closer.
He reached up and pulled the hand off his head, yanking Shinji up to a sitting position. "Good rope." He mumbled, uncoiling it to it's full length before methodically measuring it and eyeing Shinji's bare chest. If one didn't start the knots just right it could throw the whole deal off. He muttered numbers to himself as he began to place the rope, crossing it over Shinji's chest and back over his shoulders to begin the knot work.
He eyed the other man carefully, almost in disbelief, just lying there to let him work. The only times that he had ever been tied up with rope were clumsy hog-ties or shoddily done attempts at more intricate bondage. The way Nnoitra was going about it, though… it was as if he really knew what he was doing. He couldn't imagine that this man knew kinbaku, but part of him was already begging and hopeful. He wanted to be tied up beautifully, and then teased and used within an inch of his sanity.
It had been a while since he had done this kind of thing, but it was kind of like riding a bicycle. One never really forgot. He gently grabbed Shinji's hip and rolled him over, meeting basically no resistance, and bent his arms behind him, making him grab his own elbows. He would have told him to stay put but instead continued saying numbers under his breath. It was the way he had been taught and it was the only way he could remember how to do it right. He wasn't planning on anything too fancy, but he still needed to concentrate. Alternately wrapping the rope around Shinji's upper arms, knotting it in the center between his shoulder blades, and down around his forearms he soon finished and sat back to grin at his own work.
As the rope wrapped around his skin and numbers began to float through the air like music, Shinji's breath grew shorter and deeper. This was really happening. He was glad he was pressed into the bed for now. He was so aroused it was hard not to squirm and grind his hardened cock into the bed just to get a little bit of friction. He couldn't move his arms at all, and he loved it. He loved being bound like this. Nnoitra was experienced and he could tell – he was bound securely, but could still feel the blood easily flowing through his limbs. That only turned him on more.
Looking back into the box he sifted through it's contents to see what was there. A myriad of vibrators and butt plugs as usual; Shinji seemed to love to be filled no matter the size or shape of the object. He passed those over in favor for a simple pair of padded nipple clamps attached by a thin gold chain. He licked his lips as he pictured the color against Shinji's rosy skin and set them aside for later. He wanted to check out the rest of the box before making any definite decisions. The next thing he pulled out was an object that wasn't immediately recognizable to anyone who wasn't familiar with sex toys. Long string of silicone with the ends held together with a small glass adjustable bead made his grin return and he rolled Shinji back over, his grin widening when he saw that he was already erect.
It shouldn't have been this easy for Nnoitra to make him so disheveled. Strands of golden hair plastered to Shinji's face, and he glared back at the man above him, trying to seem pissed instead of turned on, though he couldn't hide his state of arousal. He shifted his hips, pulling his legs up almost protectively and huffed. "That better fuckin' be goin on yer cock." Even if he was practically aching to be tortured to his wits' end, he wasn't going to beg for it. Yet.
Nnoitra ignored him and grabbed an ankle, pulling the leg down and holding it to the floor. With one leg still cocked it left Shinji's thigh open to his viewing and he grinned again, leaning forward and licking at the sensitive skin before he noticed the large hickey he had left there earlier that night. With Shinji distracted slightly he almost laughed before sinking his teeth into it and rolling the tip of his tongue over the abused skin.
He bit his lip, shaking his head at the weird sensation. His inner thighs were so sensitive, pain highly radiating from the area as a ticklish sort of pleasure radiated into his core. "Nnyyah…. Fuh… S-Stoop…" Shinji thrashed on the bed, trying to move his leg out of Nnoitra's strong grip even as the one that had been pulled into his body slid over the tall man's shoulder, leaving himself more open and even more vulnerable.
With a quick squeeze from his teeth and gave the bruise one hard suck before pulling back and placing the silicone cock tie over Shinji's cock, fastening it securely at the base. "Nah, it's fer yers. And if ya don't quit fuckin' movin' around like that I'll tie yer legs up too."
Shinji sucked in a quick breath as his thigh was released, relaxing as the tormenting teeth were removed but missing that wicked tongue. The tie made him grimace, though it wasn't the first time he'd worn it. Already he could feel himself growing harder, and he tried not to think about cumming, or that gigantic freak's huge dick, or how much he wanted to cum already, or his salivating mouth, or getting to cum… Damnit! Fucker! He knew it was only going to get worse, and the anticipation made him hotter and infinitely more frustrated. He didn't comply so much as he just dropped his legs, one hanging on the floor and the other still draped over Nnoitra's shoulder. "Whatever."
"Quitter." Nnoitra teased as he reached for the second, shorter length of rope. He'd been wanting to do something like this for a while so he over looked the fact that he was doing what the bitch had passive aggressively asked for. He grabbed the leg that wasn't slung over his shoulder and bent it at the knee, pressing it close to Shinji's body. As he wrapped a portion of the rope around it, bonding thigh to calf, he decided to play a bit before tying up the other. With Shinji's legs spread, Nnoitra lapped at the thigh of the one draped over his shoulder, pulling tighter on the rope connected to his other leg to try and give Shinji the hint to stay put. He didn't think it would work but he thought he'd give it a try anyway.
He craned his neck up to try and see what Nnoitra was doing with the rope against his leg, but it was nearly impossible to get any leverage and hold himself up while his arms were bound. "Scheissekopf." He muttered, instantly trying to pull his leg away… until that long, horrible, amazing tongue licked across his thigh. Shinji couldn't stay put. His hips wiggled, subconsciously pushing himself towards Nnoitra's mouth, wanting more of that tongue, more of that mouth, more pleasure.
Nnoitra pulled the rope in his hand tighter and used his free hand to hold his other leg in place as his tongue drew patterns from Shinji's knee all the way to the point where thigh and pelvis met. He nipped the tendon at the juncture there as his long fingers curled around his knee, pressing the underside gently. Lifting his shoulders and subsequently Shinji's hips, he slipped the rope underneath him and pulled it all the way through. He dropped back down and bent Shinji's other leg, repeating to that one what he had done to the other. He sat back to check his work, testing that Shinji's legs were secure by grabbing a knee and giving it a small shake. Perfect.
Shinji was always left panting by the things that mouth could do to him, but such slow, almost gentle touches were frying his brain quicker than a hard fuck ever could. By the time he began to squirm again, he realized both of his legs were completely bound against themselves. There was no getting out of that rope. He was completely open, and at the mercy of a violent, evil, and annoying man. He glared through heavy breathing, trying to pretend like his cock didn't twitch at the thought of what Nnoitra might put him through.
He grinned, taking in the sight of Shinji spread open before him and licked his lips. What to do, what to do? So many options stood before him so he decided to wing it and pressed his lips to the inside of Shinji's ankle, licking the bone as he worked his way as slow as he could up and over the almost hairless skin. It was silent in the room save for Shinji's harsh breathing and Nnoitra couldn't help himself. "So ya were sayin'…?"
"Ich hasse Dich, Schwanzlutscher!" He growled, immediately thrashing on the bed as if he could actually get away from the man he had allowed to bind him. It wasn't fair! Why wasn't Nnoitra just pounding into him and screwing him stupid? Why wasn't he doing what he'd done earlier that night? The binding was kinky and all but the interactions between them this time were almost… sweet. What the fuck was that about?
"What's that? Ya want me ta blindfold ya?" Nnoitra grinned, lifting his head so he could look at Shinji's face. "Ya want me ta gag ya?" Even though he didn't understand what Shinji had said to him he was well aware that it hadn't been anything like that. He just wanted to see the look on Shinji's face when he said it.
His eyes went wide before narrowing into slits angrily. "Don't ya dare try and gag me! Ain't it enough that yer fuckin' torturin' me?" Though it was really far from torture. Shinji knew he could take so much more than this before he broke. This as practically child's play, but he would say whatever he had to, to move their play along.
Nnoitra hummed a reply and looked back down inside the box to see what was left. When he saw the small fluffy feather he pulled it out and held in up, casting an incredulous look over at Shinji. "Really?" How cliché, he thought to himself before using it to tickle Shinji's testicles as he looked back into the box for something else.
If his legs hadn't been bound, Shinji would have kicked, either at Nnoitra or simply involuntary from the sensation. It was all a game. They both knew Shinji was loving every second of this, even while despising it, and all the toys he had in that box were just proving the point further. He tried to pull his hips back and away from the feather but to no avail. "If yer gonna talk, can ya sound less retarded?" He groaned, sticking his tongue out in annoyance. "Thanks in advance."
He dropped the feather and stood up abruptly, ignoring Shinji again as an idea hit him. He left the room and walked straight to the kitchen, opening cupboards to find what he needed for the idea that had struck him. He had been about to retort to Shinji's little barb when he got the idea and he was glad he thought of it. He was hoping to put that little bitch right in his place with what he now had in mind. The leaving him bound and immobile without a word part was just a bonus that made him grin widely as he searched.
The yelling started about thirty seconds after Nnoitra left the room. Maybe if he screamed loud enough, the older man would feel some shred of guilt for leaving him alone and tied up in his mother's house… though he really doubted it. Nnoitra was a dick like that. A huge dick. A massive dick that could pound him… Fuck! No, damn it! "Get your fucking ass in here! I swear to God I'm gonna…" Shinji continued on as long as he could, his throat growing raw.
"Shuddup!" Nnoitra called from the kitchen as he filled a bowl and reached for a bottled water. He was considerate enough to bring that along with him as he returned to the room. He knew Shinji was going to need it eventually. It was so amusing to walk back in the room to a pair of fiery honey eyes glaring at him. "Aw, don't be such a fuckin' baby. Ya think I'd just leave ya there like that?" He chuckled and set the bowl down next to the box as he retook his spot on the floor.
Instead of replying kindly with "Why, yes, I do believe you would be one of many who have bound me quite thoroughly and left only for me to be discovered by a loved one or the police," Shinji shifted his attention once it seemed that Nnoitra wasn't interested in leaving. How could he be, with a horny and willing blonde to fuck? But that was beside the point. "What's in the bowl?" He asked, hoping it wasn't anything horrible.
"Fuck if I know." Nnoitra said with a grin before kissing the inside of Shinji's thigh, right above the hickey. He needed Shinji to be more distracted when he finally used what was in the bowl. Ignoring Shinji's erection, he began to place light kisses across his lower abdomen, licking the taut skin. Reaching up behind him he pulled his hair free and let it tickle Shinji's thighs and he nudged the cock out of his way with his chin. Shinji's pubic hair was so short and well manicured that it didn't hinder Nnoitra in the least. He latched his teeth in the soft flesh over Shinji's pubic bone and let his long fingers trail slowly up one of Shinji's calves.
These touches would be so much easier to take if they were in the throes of passion, but Shinji couldn't block out the entire situation. He was still on his bed in his mother's house, with this huge douchebag over him, licking and teasing and tickling and… "Ahnnng… Don… Jus… More…" He whined. As good as it felt, he was sick of the soft touches. He didn't want Nnoitra kissing his stomach and touching him with his silky hair. No, he wanted his cock sucked, and he wanted it done in the most debauched and hungry way possible. "Lick me…" He begged softly, ashamed of what he was asking, even if the shame turned him on more.
Nnoitra pulled back and smirked, licking his lips. "Ya mean like this?" He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it provocatively close to the head of Shinji's cock, almost touching but not quite.
Shinji watched as hope rose up into his chest and was ripped to shreds. He let out a strangled scream, thrashing once again on the bed. "You fucking… I hate you!"
He barely let the words finish leaving Shinji's mouth when he licked him from base to tip, curving his tongue around the top and pulling back enough to breathe out over the wet skin. "Fuckin' liar." He knew Shinji wanted more than that but he wasn't giving in yet. He grabbed his hip and rolled him over onto his stomach so that he was resting most of his weight on his knees and shoulders. His skin was still pink in the places he had hit him earlier and he bit his lip at the sight, trying to ignore the fact that he was painfully hard. He leaned forward and began to brush his lips over the wounds on Shinji's ass.
"Oooohh God…" Shinji moaned with a pained look of pleasure crossing his features, that amazing tongue feeling far too good on his solid, darkened erection. At this point, he would have come from that simple lick but no, that fucking piece of silicon, one he'd purchased himself, no less, was keeping him from it. Finding himself turned over, Shinji bit his lip, trying to push his ass back against the tempting mouth behind him. He didn't want to beg only to be denied and teased again. That, however, didn't stop the fantasies and desperate wishes from barraging into his mind. He wanted that thick, wet muscle inside him, fucking him, slowly prying him open.
Nnoitra ran his tongue in a circle around one of the dimples at the top of Shinji's hips, his hands moving to caress his supple cheeks. He pulled the rope that attached to Shinji's knees with his teeth before licking the length of the one welt across his back. He groaned when he realized it was still hot, far hotter than the rest of his skin. His thumbs pressed and fingers squeezed, pulling apart his cheeks and exposing him to the fresh warm air of the bedroom. Fuck he was so hot. He wanted so badly to give up and fuck him again. Just shove his cock in as far as it would go and pound the helpless blond until he passed out again. His fingers squeezed harder and his thumbs edged closer to his puckered opening.
He shoved his face into the bed, still coherent enough to realize he was rambling but unable to stop himself. "Please. Please, Oh God, Please…" Shinji continued over and over again, moaning softly, his hips tilted up in absolute submission. He wanted Nnoitra to lose the control he seemed too poised with. He wanted to just be screwed. How could someone so crazy and devious be so patient at times like this?
He growled and let go of Shinji's ass, dropping one hand to the bed beside Shinji's head and using the other to grip the hair on the back of his head. He leaned over him, pressing his erection against Shinji's and forcing him to arch his back as far as he could. "Please what?" He purred in his ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth as he tightened his grip.
Being in that position, almost all of his weight on his shoulders, his back arched at an unreal and sensual angle, his ass in the air, and a bigger, stronger, dominant body over him, threatening to do terrible and wonderful things to him, had Shinji shaking visibly. His cock jumped, trying to leak with desperate need, as that incredibly thick length nudged against it. He shuddered even harder as his ear was pulled into Nnoitra's mouth, that small action breaking him on top of all the others. "Please…" He whined, his voice hitching. "Please fuck me!"
Nnoitra chuckled and pulled back, reaching into the bowl on the floor and sticking something in his mouth. He sucked on it for a moment before pulling it out and grinning, even though Shinji couldn't see him. "Uh-uhn. I think ya need ta cool down a bit." That said he pressed the thing in his hand against Shinji's opening and pushed it inside, waiting for whatever reaction Shinji would give him.
His body jolted forward as much as it could when a sudden cold hit him. He noticed the freezing temperature seconds before something small and solid entered him. "I-Ice?" Shinji stuttered, unsure of how he felt about it. It didn't hurt or anything, and he'd played with ice before, but it certainly hadn't been shoved inside of him. It was a relief and a tease to have something inside of him though, and he pushed his hips back in the air, silently begging for something more.
He continued the motion, slipping the piece of ice as far in as he could with his index finger, pulling out and licking Shinji's ass. "Fuckin' perceptive." He teased, massaging his ass cheeks with both hands, spreading and closing them as he did so. He waited until he could see the water trickling out of Shinji's ass before he leaned forward and sank his teeth into one of his welts, swirling his tongue. He spread Shinji once more, his thumbs pulling him open just enough so that the water from the ice cube came out quicker. When the flow stopped he took a deep breath and shifted his weight, running his tongue down the groove between firm ass cheeks.
It was very rare that any sexual act they partook in was new to Shinji, but with the way Nnoitra went about things, it may as well have been his first time – and the former stripper had been around the block a few times. Shinji's head rested on his cheek against the bed, his mouth hanging open, almost drooling. Melting ice. Hot tongue. Push. Lick. Spread. Lick. He licked his lips, wiggling his hips, unable to do much with the way his legs were bound together.
His tongue teased the entrance playfully as he did his best to hold back and repress the need to dive right in. Sure it would be fun and he was planning on doing it very soon, very, very soon, but he was still in the mood to tease the young man. He pressed the tip of it inside and pulled it back out almost instantly, running it down further to press against the perineum, flicking almost imperceptibly against the sensitive bit of flesh. He shuddered a bit and moved his tongue lower, letting it glide over the underside of Shinji's testicles.
On one hand, it almost seemed like Nnoitra was afraid to rim him, just barely touching him, but on the other, he was being so attentive that it could have just been teasing. Shinji couldn't even tell anymore. He just needed something inside of him – and not more ice. Something of Nnoitra's – his fingers, his cock, anything. Especially his cock. Oh fuck, that cock. "Pleaaase…" Shinji begged again. "Fuck me. Put somethin' in."
Nnoitra used the flat of his tongue to lick from the base of Shinji's testicles, up over his asshole, and to the top of his ass before pulling back and chuckling. "Ya know that just makes me wanna tease ya more."
"Oooooohhhfuuuuck! Fuck!" Shinji cried out. He would have been clawing at the sheets if he could have, but for now was digging his short nails into the elbows of the opposite arms, trying to contain his arousal. His head was spinning, it was too hot, and his dick had been ready to explode twenty minutes ago. "No! No no no no no. Fuck me!" He begged, eyes clenched shut, just trying to keep his mind from shattering to pieces with his need to orgasm. "Nnoi. Fuck me."
"Mmm. 'Kay." Fucking whine always went straight to his cock, but he wasn't going there yet. Acquiescing Shinji's request, he placed the tip of his tongue once more at his opening and pressed it inside, achingly slow, pulling back and pushing in again. When he could stand it no more, he pressed in as far as he could go, curling it before slowly beginning to fuck him with it.
The noises Shinji made as that Devil's tongue began to repeatedly penetrate him were never meant to be words. In his mind, he was screaming how much he loved Nnoitra's tongue, his entire body, and everything he did with it, everything they did together. But all that came out were grunts and whines, a high begging note carried throughout. It wasn't what he truly wanted, but it still felt incredible to have that slick tongue licking his hole. He'd even forgotten that Nnoitra had just agreed to fuck him.
He kept it up until he thought his tongue was cramping, pulling back to place barely there kisses across Shinji's ass and letting go with his hands. Those sounds Shinji was making were going to his head, making him feel dizzy with excitement; not sure if he wanted to give in and fuck him to please him or keep teasing to hear them for as long as he could. With a wicked smile he flipped Shinji over and devoured his cock, taking it all the way in in one movement and humming his pleasure.
His world spun uncontrollably, to the point that he would have been nauseous if he could concentrate on anything other than how badly he needed to cum. It all culminated suddenly as Nnoitra's wide mouth enveloped his rock-hard cock and Shinji's breath hitched, the sobs beginning. It felt so good, so fucking insanely good, so good it should have been illegal, and he couldn't release the ecstasy or even the tension that had built up inside him. It was too much and not enough at the same time.
Nnoitra pulled back enough to shove two fingers in his mouth and slicked them up before going back to what he was doing. He didn't do this for Shinji often and only because he had been so pissed that he hadn't gotten a blow job. Now that he had finally gotten that wish he didn't hold back. He pushed a slick finger inside Shinji's tight hole and sucked gleefully on his cock, knowing full well what he was doing to the blond. He was beyond teasing him now but he wasn't going to stop until Shinji came dry and nothing would make him change his mind at this point. He slipped the second saliva coated finger in next to the first and moved them, fucking Shinji with slow strokes as he bobbed his head in time with his actions.
Shinji really started to spill tears, the hot trails running down his cheeks, when Nnoitra pulled away, thinking he was going to be left a combination of un-stimulated and over-stimulated once again. But when that hot mouth returned, he lost his thoughts once again. The only way this could have been any better was for that fucking silicone strap to be gone! He may have been completely bound, but Shinji could still move his hips, and he began to rock them as hard as he could onto the long fingers inside him, wanting another, needing it.
Reaching blindly for the box of lube, Nnoitra pulled back to run his tongue over every inch of Shinji's cock. He scissored his fingers, spreading Shinji a bit before he found was he was looking for and raised it to see what he had chosen. He was a bit disappointed to see that he had grabbed plain old unscented but popped it open with his thumb anyway. He put a little on his ring finger and pressed that one in with the other two. After setting the lube aside he began to untie one of Shinji's knees, letting the rope fall uselessly to the bed as he stretched the leg out and rested it over his shoulder; returning to Shinji's cock.
After all that time being bound in the same position, having his leg slung over Nnoitra's shoulder somehow seemed more erotic, even like his mouth was somehow closer to his cock, even if it made no sense. But nothing made sense anymore, especially not as that third finger slipped into him. Shinji tightened, his voice straining as he moaned, the sound turning to a scream when he came dry. So unfulfilling like this. He still needed so much more. The tears multiplied, and he sobbed, so overwhelmed and overtaken, eyes glowing with frustration and hope.
When those silky walls closed around his fingers tightly he thought he would shout. It was about fucking time! He was at the end of his rope and he wanted so badly to be inside Shinji again. He pulled back, almost yanking his fingers away as he lifted Shinji by the hips and placed him longwise on the bed, settling himself between his hips. He pulled Shinji's free leg up, forcing him on his side as he pressed the thigh against his chest and straddled the still bent leg. With a free hand he grabbed his own cock and pushed the head against the twitching entrance until it popped inside. "Fffuuuuu-uck."
Shinji screamed, screamed like his life was in jeopardy. That was how oversensitive and in need his body was. He never thought he could need anything in his life quite as badly as he needed Nnoitra to fuck him. He rambled over and over again, not even coherent of his words. "Yessss… Yes yes yes yes! Oh fuck yes… MMMmmnn so good.., So fuckin' good…. Oh Nnoi…" He was stretched so far and filled so full. He was seconds from another unfulfilling dry orgasm.
He almost came when Shinji screamed. His eye rolled closed and he let his head fall back as he bit his lip. Fucking God he was so tight, so perfect. "Ah-I… take it ya, ah-fuck… like it." He said with a breathy chuckle as he pumped his hips faster. Shinji's ass practically ate his cock up, sucking it in and holding on tight as if it never wanted to let go. He would never get over how tight Shinji stayed no matter how many times or how hard they fucked. It was amazing.
Had their play just begun, he would have told Nnoitra to keep his cocky remarks to himself, even if he liked hearing that cackling voice become smooth and deep with lust. Even as he was being fucked so fast now, his childhood bed not one meant to withstand this kind of activity, he rolled his head back onto the pillow, able to look up at Nnoitra from a less skewed position. His eyes raked hungrily over the other's body, every bit of it gorgeously long and slender, still with a surprising amount of muscle. That body was made to fuck him and he knew he was made to worship it and give it everything he could. It had Shinji's eyes rolling back into his skull as another dry orgasm rolled through him, and he screamed in frustration.
Nnoitra reached out with one hand, grabbing Shinji's chin and shaking him enough to get his eyes open again. He wanted something and he wasn't going to let Shinji cum until he got it. "If I let ya cum, ya gotta suck me off again." Violet and honey eyes met and exchanged a myriad of emotions. Nnoitra's full of lust and heat, impatience and something else that wasn't as easy to place. Shinji's filled with nearly the same thing but laced with desperation.
His eyes were glazed, so checked out of reality, but still frighteningly clear in the moment. Shinji was so hot, so frantic with the need to cum that the mere mention of giving Nnoitra head again had his mouth watering until he began to drool. "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! I'll do anything! Just let me cum pleeeeease let me cum!" Even the dominant grip on his chin was making his cock throb that much harder. He was so hard that part of him imagined the silicone tie could barely hold his abused length anymore.
He held him a moment longer before letting go and pulling the bead back on the tie around Shinji's cock. He picked up the pace, pounding relentlessly into Shinji's ass, his eye closing and his lip disappearing between his teeth. He was so close already but he had to hold back. He was about to have those gorgeous lips wrapped around him twice in one night and he'd do whatever it took not to cum yet.
Shinji's world shattered into a million pieces. He didn't cum so hard he blacked out – no, it was better. His head snapped back so hard that he saw stars, and his mouth wrenched open for a silent scream. At least, he never heard himself screaming. All he could do was feel as he went blind and deaf to the world. The pressure releasing out of him was tremendous, the way it built up in his center, burning in his stomach and pounding up through his ass, until it shot out of his cock. It felt like he'd never stop cumming, and he felt every drop of the thick white fluid pass through, his body reeling.
TBC
