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"I-i..." Hanataro came into the room and fell to his knees, breathing hard and nearly unable to support himself, coated in sweat and muscles trembling. "Finished..."
Ikkaku had just woken up from his extended nap, with every intention to return to bed besides he was woken up by his bladder. He noticed it was well into dusk when Hanataro opened the door, while he was on the trip back to the bed. For a moment he thought, if nothing else, the man is dedicated. Sweat was pouring off of him freely and he was shaking from all the effort he had put into his task, though Ikkaku had thought it was rather easy for starting out. He was admiring the effort put into his orders, but Ikkaku couldn't stop himself from asking, "Hanataro... What took you so long?"
"Tired," was his response as he fell from his knees onto his stomach, intending to wash the sweat off tomorrow and just sleep for the moment. He should have known his boyfriend wasn't having any of that, and on some subconscious level he was sure Ikkaku would at least lift him up and take him to the bed, but what he wasn't expecting was the kiss when he was picked up. He felt disgusting, being coated in perspiration and dirt, with raw hands from the push-ups and legs that felt as if they were jelly from running.
"Hanataro, you look..." the smaller man expected the worse, not about to identify the emotion in Ikkaku's eyes as lust. He could almost hear Ikkaku's voice put the words into open air. "Hanataro, you look like shit, pathetic, disgusting..." "Hot."
"W-what?" Hanataro wasn't sure he heard that right while he was thinking of all the other things he expected to hear, but he wasn't sure what he could have mistaken Ikkaku's words for.
"Hot," Ikkaku grinned. He looked strange to Hanataro with his eyeliner – or, traditional warpaint smudged, but strange didn't equate to bad. His eyes didn't seem nearly as intense without the orange smudges.
"B-but-" Hanataro was blushing and stumbling over his words when Ikkaku kissed him again, walking them over to the bed. He was fully intent on taking Hanataro right there and then, until he heard Yumichika's voice inside his head.
"Be sensitive, or you'll screw the whole thing up. Who else is going to put up with you, anyways?"
Reluctantly, Ikkaku ended the kiss. "Um... Sorry, about that."
Hanataro laid there, blushing like a virgin (hell, maybe he was) and looking up at Ikkaku with ocean blue eyes. "I-ikkaku..." His hair looked wet, and was hanging to his neck, his clothes were nearly soaked through and clinging to his body. He was a lot skinner than his uniform would lead someone to believe. He had a thing for as long as he could remember for someone who had just quit work or finished training, when they were sweating, tired, wet. Ikkaku didn't know how to explain it, but then again he never tried to, he was content just knowing that he loved the look.
That and Hanataro was just adorably cute in any situation, and just seeing that he wasn't the lightweight Ikkaku believed him to be was amazing news. Ikkaku always liked someone who could stand on their own two legs, and wasn't afraid to put effort into things they committed themselves to. It was too rare to see in his division though, with all the members being carefree drunks that were in the group simply because of its lenience.
"I didn't mean to attack you there," Ikkaku said, cursing his inner Yumichika for stopping him.
"I don't mind," Hanataro blushed and his heart picked up an extra ten beats a minute.
Before he got the wrong idea, Ikkaku knew he had to ask before a certain (hypocritical) voice impeded him for a second time. "Mind what?"
"Kissing."
Well, that was disheartening for Ikkaku to know that Hanataro wasn't going to let it go beyond that, but it was better than nothing. And you could never know for sure what the night will bring, so Ikkaku returned his lips to Hanataro's with passion but not as much rush as there had been at first. Hanataro's mouth opened compliantly when Ikkaku licked his bottom lip, and he didn't put up much a fight for dominance. Anything else would have really surprised his boyfriend in truth, so though he normally liked a bit of a fight he wasn't disappointed with what he got. He felt Hanataro's slender arms snake around his neck, and Ikkaku supported himself with one arm to keep from lying on top of the smaller man while he let another wonder down the thin man's frame. This seemed to surprise him, but he didn't argue.
"When does he ever argue, Ikkaku? Don't assume things and make sure he doesn't mind," inner Yumichika scolded.
Damn. My conscious is kicking in for the first time ever, Ikkaku broke the kiss and Hanataro looked up at him again with his deep blush and curious eyes. "You... I mean, is it all right if I..."
"Don't talk dirty to him, it'll make him uncomfortable."
Dammit. What what he supposed to say? "What are you okay with and what are you not okay with?"
That was kind of hard for Hanataro to say. In the heat of the moment, he was okay with mostly anything, so long as it made Ikkaku happy. He'd never once stood up to someone and told them his principles, and normally let them be trampled all over just for the sake of avoiding and unpleasant confrontation. So, he did as he always did. "Just whatever you want."
Bingo, Ikkaku grinned, but as he went down to continue kissing, a pang of guilt hit him and he stopped again. "You really shouldn't be saying anything at a time like this."
"I'll let you do anything," Hanataro blushed furiously and averted his gaze from his boyfriend who was perched over him, sure that his heart would pop out of his chest if it kept beating so furiously.
"I didn't ask what you'd let me do," Ikkaku said firmly. "You'd let me do anything. I already know that. What do you not want me to do?"
Ikkaku caring and being so sweet was almost enough for Hanataro to drop his principles as being useless. But for the first time he was told to speak his mind and he decided that he'd take this opportunity. "I... Don't want to do anything more than kiss. We haven't been together very long. I-i mean, I really like you but..."
"But what?" Ikkaku was curious.
"I don't love you... Not yet."
"You only have sex with people you love?" Maybe that question deserved some more tact, or at least more than a moment's thought before it was put into open air but, too late now. The idea of love in and of itself was foreign to Ikkaku anyways. He might have loved the people he called family in his early days in Rukongai, but, besides that, he'd never even felt much for someone.
"That hasn't always been the case," Hanataro replied lowly, a little ashamed but already decided that he would tell the truth to Ikkaku.
"Did someone force you?" Ikkaku asked a bit protectively. He didn't want to get too hot in the moment anyways, because he was already getting hard from the make-out session, despite its frequent intervals. He had to distract himself somehow.
"N-no... Just, I... Don't do a good job at saying no."
"I've noticed," Ikkaku smiled a little bit. He still hated that Hanataro was such a mental push-over, but then again, he was a complete jerk so he needed the patience this man had to put up with him. He brought his hand that had been resting next to Hanataro since exploration was off the "okay to do" list and stroked his cheek. Sure, he wasn't the romantic type, but he knew that the least he could do was try to be gentle. That, and he loved to see Hanataro get flustered and not know what to do, which seemed to happen each time Ikkaku went out of his way to do something nice.
"I-ikkaku..."
"Hm?"
"I was wondering... About the training?"
"Ya can't go back now that ya started."
"That's... That's not what I was wondering."
"Then spit it out."
"Is this kind of thing going to happen every time I finish training?"
"Do you want it to?"
He blushed and looked down for the millionth time. "Y-yeah..."
"I definitely think it can be arranged then," Ikkaku grinned and kissed Hanataro again.
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