March was… difficult, to say the least, but it didn't come without its rewards.
A bronze medal on the slopestyle at Worlds, for one.
Grimmjow stole the show of course, coming back hungrily after his defeat in St Moritz. Yumichika walked away with the silver which he saw as better than gold apparently.
"This is going to match my jewellery!" the New Zealander squealed excitedly, gripping Toshiro's arm as his name slotted in second place on the final leader board.
Toshiro had pinched the bronze, somehow, despite the A- Class list of competitors he had been up against. To be fair, he was just glad to have finished his runs.
He would be lying if he said the slopestyle didn't leave him nervous after his accident at the Olympics, when he had hit his head so hard on the compact ice that he had lost consciousness and cracked the back of his helmet. There was an element of that fear that held him back, and that held Isshin back from pushing him too hard on the course during training. Toshiro suspected his father was a little frightened of another accident too.
Still, with his mind far clearer and the support of his girlfriend and family, Toshiro managed to get back on the course and tidy up his run. He got through his runs in the finals in one piece and it was enough to claim third place.
He was ecstatic, and it was enough to forget the loneliness he had been feeling without Rukia by his side, even for just the smallest of moments.
"Congratulations!" Rukia had all but screamed over the phone when had called her straightaway in his excitement, before even the medal ceremony.
"I can't believe it," Toshiro had chuckled back. He hadn't even been sure he was ever going to compete in the event again after the Olympics.
"You deserved it," Rukia said into the phone, quieter and with an obvious smile in her voice. "I watched it and it was a brilliant run. I'm so proud you, Rangiku too for getting the silver."
Toshiro beamed into the phone, though they hadn't put their cameras on for the quick call, so she wouldn't have seen it.
Rangiku had indeed taken silver again, while Tatsuki clawed her way back to the top of the heap and Nanao claimed the bronze.
"Thanks, Beautiful," Toshiro murmured back. A few metres away, Isshin was gesturing him over to get ready for the medal ceremony. "I've got to go now, but I'll call you tomorrow night your time?"
He had a cheeky surprise for that particular call.
"I look forward to it," the Irish voice almost purred, though the skater did seem tired, which would be right since it was late in Japan and Rukia had trained all day.
"Goodnight," Toshiro farewelled. "I miss you."
"I miss you too," Rukia sounded a bit sadder then, but they both did.
Like he said, March was difficult.
It had been a month since Toshiro had to be physically pulled away from Rukia at the Swiss airport.
Isshin had Toshiro training all day every day, to try and get his son's mind off his new girlfriend and back in the zone for the Snowboarding World Championships. Toshiro was grateful for the distraction of the competition, but still he missed Rukia every single minute of the day.
He spoke to the Irish figure skater daily, usually. When they couldn't call each other, they left voice clips for the other to catch up on. It wasn't as good, but it was still nice for Toshiro to hear her voice. It also meant, when he was stressed with the upcoming Worlds, or about being on the otherside of the Earth from Rukia, he was able to scroll back up through their chat and find her latest audio clip, her voice smoothing him back to calm.
Even when she was complaining about her routine, or the other skaters, or her brother's lack of flirting game (Rukia had been trying to set him up with various women since they had grown closer), her voice was still beautiful. Even when Rukia was half asleep first thing in the morning and her voice was hoarse from sleep and her sentences weren't strung all the way together, she still sounded so gorgeous.
Being away from her was incredibly hard.
March was hard.
But it wouldn't last forever. That was what Toshiro had to remind himself of every day. With each day of training and competition completed, he was a day closer to heading back to Australia to his home and his family, and once he was there, he knew it wouldn't be long until Rukia's visit.
Rukia was due to visit once their respective competition seasons had finished. She was to visit at the beginning of April with Gin and Renji, who were also coming to visit their own Aussie lovers, though Toshiro hardly cared about that – Ichigo and Rangiku still saw their boyfriends regularly. Gin being a snowboard cross competitor, meant his competitions were held alongside Rangiku and Toshiro's halfpipe and slopestyle, and similarly, Renji and Ichigo's aerial skiing events were also held at the same venue, just a few days later.
It was lonely though, especially for Toshiro who sat surrounded by the other couples, the perpetual third or fifth wheel. Though he did seem to get away with it more with Gin and Rangiku, as Gin appeared to be putting in a decent effort to become better friends with Toshiro, but whether that was for Rangiku or Rukia's sake, Toshiro didn't know. Maybe it was both, or maybe it was neither and Gin genuinely liked him as guy friend.
It was cool to have someone to skateboard with again though, since Rangiku had mostly given that up in favour of being hungover.
Sometimes Ichigo hung out with him, since they were getting along better these days. It was nice, though they didn't have much in common anymore.
Isshin had allowed Ichigo to share a room with Renji at Worlds, and Rangiku to room with Gin, so that was how Toshiro ended up sleeping alone in a single room.
Isshin had offered to share with him, since the father didn't really love leaving Toshiro alone with his thoughts in the post-Olympic Slopestyle Crash era, but Toshiro politely declined. At the end of the day, he was a young male with his girlfriend on the phone most evenings – his father didn't need to witness that.
Masturbation had taken a whole new level, it had since the first night Toshiro spent with Rukia. Now though, with her on camera, legs spread wide for him and calling his name, Toshiro's own hand on himself didn't feel so pathetic.
Phone sex was about as close as he got to Rukia these days.
From the Olympics, she had gone back to Ireland to train for a few weeks before heading to Japan for Worlds. Toshiro had headed back to Canada for the snow to train with Isshin and Rangiku (and of course Ichigo and Yoruichi), but their Worlds competition was to be held in Sierra Nevada, Spain.
Trust fate to send him to a competition in Europe when his European girlfriend had a competition in Asia, which was unfairly close to Australia.
Still, they managed with their phones calls, and with their other phone calls.
Especially the one the day after he had won his slopestyle bronze.
He had been feeling particularly proud and confident with himself.
It had been the night before Rukia's free skate finals, which meant she was particularly horny and needy for that intimacy she craved as a relaxant.
Toshiro had sent a little gift to help with that, but she wasn't allowed to open until she had him on the phone to watch.
She was growing severely impatient, which was why Toshiro waited until it was bang on the agreed calling time before he started the call, despite not doing anything for the twenty minutes prior.
"I've been waiting ages," Rukia's tone was unimpressed as she seemed to barely hold herself back from cutting over his greeting.
"I said I'd call you at twelve p.m.!" Toshiro exclaimed, like he didn't know what he was doing.
"Yes and that was far too long to have to wait for," Rukia frowned, too frustrated to see he was teasing her just a little.
"You had practice and dinner beforehand!" he pointed out innocently.
"Don't go blaming me," she glared death at him and Toshiro had to purse his lips to keep from laughing out loud
"Frustrated?" he asked, though he knew the answer
"And horny," Rukia groaned, "but you already know that."
He did know that. And so was he for the record, but he got a lot of pleasure out of seeing his girlfriend squirm for him.
The Irish skater flopped back onto her pillow uselessly causing Toshiro to smirk before he got up from the chair he had been sitting in and arranged some things around the room – closing the curtains, locking the door, whatever else.
He could have done these all before he called of course, especially since he hadn't been busy, but it was more fun this way.
"Sorry," Toshiro apologised to Rukia when he returned, though he felt a twinge in his pants at the expression on her face – horny, frustrated, and almost desperate.
"It's okay," Rukia huffed against her pillow.
"You didn't open your present yet did you?" Toshiro asked and Rukia shook her head. "Okay then, go get it."
The woman hurriedly got up and retrieved the present from somewhere off camera.
Toshiro had also sent flowers and in the corner of the screen, he saw them sitting in a vase, brightening the room. He was going to take it a habit of sending her flowers before every competition, just like he had sent her those purple tulips before her Olympic short programme finals. Though with the end of the season approaching, he was going to have to wait until next season to get that habit going, not that he wouldn't send her flowers for other occasions too.
Rukia return to the screen, gift box in hand, already ripping open the wrapping paper.
"A vibrator?" Rukia asked when she pulled the item out, confusion in her eyes.
"Not just any vibrator," Toshiro corrected cheekily as he picked up his phone.
Still confused, Rukia's eyes went back to the instructions on the box as Toshiro opened the relevant app. See, he had gotten her a wireless vibrator, two actually, one for inserting and the other for clit stimulation. Both of which he had connected to his phone which gave him the power of control over the item. Whether it was on or not, how fast it vibrated – it was all at his control; Rukia was at his mercy.
It had been Yukio's idea, which Toshiro mentioned to Rukia, though the skater seemed more interested in getting out the lube and wasting as little time as possible.
"It isn't nearly as thick as you are," she murmured, sizing up the device.
Toshiro's cheeks heated at that. He knew he had a thicker cock than most, but it was still something else to hear it said out loud, especially by Rukia and her lusting Irish tone.
He couldn't help but let his eyes roam over her. Her body was as perfect as he remembered, though it was annoying covered in clothes.
"Tonight I'm in charge," he stated lowly, regaining some control. "Take your clothes off, Beautiful."
He wanted a show.
Rukia obeyed, pushing her laptop back on the bed and kneeling before it on her knees.
"Shirt first," Toshiro murmured. "Slowly."
It was rare that Rukia gave control over to him, but tonight she was relenting.
Her slender arms crossed over her front, collecting the hem of her shirt and pulling it slowly over her head. Her muscles in her abdomen tightened and moved as she did, and Toshiro got a delicious view. How he wanted to wrap his arms around that toned waist.
Her bra was black and lacy. It hid her nipples from sight but that didn't stop Toshiro wanting to suck and pinch them any less.
"Pants," Toshiro ordered next, and even though Rukia generally referred to 'pants' as underwear and 'trousers' as pants, she knew what he meant.
It wasn't as graceful, but Toshiro found it even sexier as the jeans were stripped back to reveal a very lacy pair of red and black underwear with almost nothing to them. The pants were discarded and Rukia kneeled in front of the camera, her toned thighs looking utterly graspable, and though he couldn't see her ass from this angle, Toshiro knew it was there – rock hard and irresistible.
"Bra now," Toshiro leaned in a little closer. "Undo the clip and let it fall away."
Rukia did as she was told, her arm bending back to unhook the matching bra, before the thing bounced open, and the straps fell off her shoulders. The item fell away, and Rukia's beautiful chest was exposed to him. Petite and perky, just the way he had left them.
Toshiro shifted, feeling himself harden in his pants.
"Show me," he requested, and without saying the word, Rukia seemed to know what he was after. His favourite part of her body, sexually speaking.
The skater turned around, giving him a view of that delectable ass.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hand was in his hair, pulling his white locks to stop him from pulling his own dick. "I wish I was there."
"Me too," Rukia agreed, glancing at him over her shoulder.
Toshiro allowed himself a few minutes to take in the sight before him. She still had her underpants on, but as a lacy G-string, the item hid nothing at the back from view. It did however, make Toshiro extremely jealous of the thong string – what he wouldn't give to be between those cheeks right now.
"I want you to remove them," Toshiro managed eventually, voice almost hoarse and causing Rukia to visibly shudder on camera. "Slowly."
Rukia obeyed again, her fingers slipping under the waist of the lace elastic and stripping the back, painfully slowly.
"You know," Rukia chuckled as she slowly pulled the underwear away and shot him a knowing smirk, "if this were a real cam show I'd be asking you for a lot of money just now."
Toshiro's lips twinged.
"How about a bet?" he offered. It was a call back to how he had gotten her to go on that first initial date with him, when he had bet her that if he won his halfpipe heat at the Olympics, she would have to go out with him.
Unfortunately, the reminder didn't cause Rukia to reminisce in silence as she continued stripping. No, it caused her to burst out laughing. For several minutes. She literally fell to the side, curled over and howled with laughter, leaving Toshiro to lose sight of her perfect ass.
Eventually she stopped, when Toshiro complained about 'dying' from being so horny. She could probably relate to that.
The skater returned to her previous position, this time getting her underwear off without incident.
Toshiro gawked at her butt; no matter how often he saw it, it surprised him with our perfect it was. It was literally better than any of his dreams could ever come up with.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, just resisting reaching out to touch the screen. He knew it wouldn't help.
His cock was well hard now, and completely painful in his tight jeans. Unzipping the fly, he slide them off quickly, leaving himself in just his Calvin Klein boxers (the underwear company had recently sent him a new box of their underwear, since his modelling shot had gotten out into the Twittersphere and blown up across the world – Thanks to the evil 'Rukia and Rangiku Alliance' as Toshiro referred to it as).
"Were you getting uncomfortable?" Rukia smirked, knowing well enough.
Toshiro returned the smirk, "Just a little, hard to have a boner in jeans."
"Especially with a cock as big as yours," she threw him back at him, and Toshiro couldn't stop the heat in his cheeks returning.
Damn her, she was going to have to pay for that.
"Start with one finger," Toshiro ordered, recollecting his power and running with it before she could stop him again. "Slowly but trace it over your skin first, I want to watch."
Rukia followed his instruction, tracing not so gentle patterns into her skin as she dragged her finger nail over her ass seductively. How Toshiro wished to be that finger right now.
She adjusted her angle and inserted the first finger into herself, a slight exhale leaving her.
Toshiro watched with wide eyes, drinking it all in. It reminded him of their first night together, seeing her prepare herself for him. It had been the first time he had ever seen a woman touch herself, and it had been entirely magical, completely alluring.
It was hard not to touch himself too, but Toshiro held back, wanting to absorb every second of this moment. It would be excellent masturbation material later.
"That's it," Toshiro murmured, breaking the silence, when Rukia inserted the second finger.
The Irish woman shuddered, and Toshiro had to wonder if it was the finger or his voice that did that to her or perhaps it was both. It was a highly erotic situation.
She moved up to three soon after that, and Toshiro noted her speed increasing slightly as her desperation started to kick in.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asked breathlessly.
"No," Toshiro answered honestly.
She must not have believed him because she glanced over her shoulder at him to check. She seemed uncertain, and Toshiro assured her quickly that his attention was on her and her alone. He could wait for a moment.
Seemingly accepting that answer, Rukia continued to work herself open for the vibrator that was to follow.
"Don't forget your nipples and clit," Toshiro reminded her playfully.
This was his show after all.
"If you were here I wouldn't have to remember any of that," she sighed, pout ghosting on her lips.
"Babe if I was there you wouldn't even remember your name," Toshiro replied quickly, smug smirk on his lips. He knew Rukia liked his quick wit when it came, and she grinned at him.
"That was smooth."
"I'm pretty proud of it actually."
From there, Toshiro ordered Rukia onto her back. He wanted a new angle for when the vibrators came into place. Legs spread and on her back, playing gently with her own nipple, Rukia was a goddess. Toshiro sighed happily; how had he got so lucky?
"Time for the toy I think," Toshiro muttered when he could no longer stand it.
Rukia's agreeance was silent but instantaneous as she removed her fingers quickly and rolled over to reach the vibrator. Of course, she went for the big one.
"Not that one," Toshiro called, waiting until she was about to insert the thing. "The smaller one first."
It was cruel, and he half expected her to ignore him and proceed with the bigger one. He would never turn the vibrations on if she did that though, and Rukia must have realised that as she dropped the bigger vibrator and reached for the smaller one.
Once she had it up against her clit, Toshiro opened the app on his phone and activated the vibrations on a slow and gentle level.
Immediately Rukia groaned at the sensation, her head falling limp against the pillows.
It was incredible to watch. Toshiro tried to keep her on her toes, playing with the speeds and surprising her when he changed it suddenly. Her hips began to roll as if someone – hopefully she was imagining him – was actually thrusting it against her.
Groans became longing moans, and moans then became incoherent swearing – in multiple languages.
Well now, it seemed she was having too much fun. Toshiro couldn't have that just yet, so he silenced the vibrator, stopping it in a second.
Rukia really swore then, and Toshiro didn't need to speak the language to know it was her cursing him.
"English, Babe," he reminded her.
"Why did you stop?" she asked, teeth gritting as she lifted her head to glare at him.
"Because you were going to orgasm," Toshiro explained with a smirk, as though that should have been obvious. Rukia huffed, unimpressed.
Come on, Baby, beg for me.
Toshiro felt confident enough with himself tonight to think he could do it.
If he could get bronze on the slopestyle, he could get his girlfriend to beg for an orgasm.
The glare did not leave those violet eyes, however, so Toshiro relented for a moment. His time would come eventually.
"Now you can use the other toy," he murmured and he had barely finished his sentence before Rukia was leaning over , snatching it up, and inserting it deep inside her.
Someone was impatient now, and maybe just enough to beg.
He humoured for a few minutes, turning the vibrations on and listening to her needy groans, but eventually he stopped it.
He wasn't leaving here until she begged.
To say Rukia was unhappy with this was an understatement.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she snapped, aggressively.
"Sorry." But he wasn't.
"No you're not," she groaned, desperate and impatient, furious but longing for him, "Toshiro!"
"Toshiro what?" he asked innocently.
"Turn it back on," she ordered, but it was Toshiro who made the orders tonight.
"Please?" he suggested and the glare that was sent his way was full of daggers, probably going right for his penis.
"Turn it back on," she growled, each word enunciated with fury.
"Not until you say please," he sighed, looking at his nails like they were more interesting than this conversation – a straight up Rangiku move. His best friend would be proud of his performance right now.
"I will hang up this call," Rukia threatened.
Toshiro snorted, "You can't do that, your hands are busy."
What was she going to do? Just hang up on him and fuck herself with an un-vibrating vibrator? She wouldn't be able to stand it – it wouldn't get her anywhere near as close as he could get her with the vibrations turned on.
Still, he humoured a moment longer, putting the vibrations back on to the lowest speed level.
It was enough to keep her hanging on, but not enough to drive her to orgasm. It would be almost more painful than no vibrations at all.
"Toshiro," she moaned, voice defeated, "please…"
That's what he wanted, and he wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear the begging tone of Rukia breaking and giving herself completely over to him.
And it came.
"Please," she repeated, tone begging for release.
Well now, that wasn't so difficult?
In an instant, he sent both vibrators to the highest possible speed and Rukia cried out, her eyes clenching shut in pleasure.
Now that she was approaching orgasm the right way, Toshiro felt that he could give in to his own desires, because those desires were burning hot.
He pushed the laptop further away from him, giving Rukia a view as he pulled her favourite toy out of his boxers and stroked himself, applying lube as he went.
His movements were stroking up, as though he was stroking himself into her, and he noticed Rukia seemed to mirror this in how she thrusted the vibrator inside herself. Toshiro imagined himself inside that tight hot cavern, her body beneath him, her nails in her back, her hand in his hair and tugging.
Toshiro felt hot all over, and Rukia's flushed face pushed him further to the brink.
"To-Toshiro," she gasped when her orgasm finally hit, her body arching and shuddering.
It was all Toshiro needed to see to reach his own climax and shortly after, he came undone. His seed splashed on his chest and he saw white stars as he was blinded by his own orgasm for a moment.
"F-fuck," he gasped, breathless and panting, Rukia's wide violet eyes watching him closely.
She chuckled in agreement as she removed the toys from herself and tossed them off screen.
"That was a great gift," she murmured when they both came down from their highs.
"Yeah, it was," Toshiro exhaled, still feeling a bit breathless. His body and hair were covered in sweat, and he felt like he had run a thousand laps of a football field, yet he also knew it compared very little to the real thing.
He wished more than anything to be back inside her for real, not just in his imagination.
After that, their conversation turned light and conversational while they cleaned up around them. It wasn't awkward in the slightest, they were entirely comfortable.
They discussed their finals events tomorrow; Rukia had her free skate in morning (unfortunately in the middle of the night Toshiro's time, meaning he would have to miss the live covering), and Toshiro had his halfpipe that afternoon. He felt guilty that he wouldn't be able to watch Rukia's this time round, but they were both competitors and understood they needed substantial sleeps to be well rested on the day of their events.
Rukia made him promise to sleep instead of waking up for her performance, so Toshiro had relented.
She also made him promise not to masturbate at all until he saw her next week, when she flew in to Australia to visit him.
"It's just under a week," she had said when he questioned it. "I am sure you can cope."
Well Toshiro didn't know about that, but if that's what she wanted, then that's what he would do for her.
Plus, it would lead to very explosive sex when they reunited.
Satisfied with his agreeance, Rukia went about preparing herself for bed and Toshiro just watched, happy to feel like he was in the room with her for a moment. It became all too real that they were on opposite sides of the planet when she eventually snuggled into the covers, ready to sleep and Toshiro couldn't wrap his arms around her and hold her close.
That was the hardest, but it wasn't for much longer.
"Good night, Beautiful," Toshiro murmured, once the woman was asleep, and he closed his laptop gently.
One more week.
The rest of Toshiro's day involved halfpipe training, as the snowboarder met up with Rangiku and Isshin shortly after his call to Rukia. The Sierra Nevada halfpipe was shorter than that of the one in St Moritz, so both and Rangiku really had to tighten their runs to fit all five tricks in the pipe.
Isshin was working hard with Rangiku to work on new and improved tricks for her – though Rangiku hadn't been upset about losing the gold to Yachiru at the Olympics, she refused to lose her world title spot and was now working harder than Toshiro had seen her work before.
While Isshin worked with Rangiku, Toshiro was told to keep practising his run and make sure that switch backside 1260 was more reliable.
It was gruelling, but at least it took his mind off wishing he was holding Rukia in bed while she slept right now.
Climbing into bed that night, he was tired and sore, but he managed to send off a good luck text for Rukia to see when she woke up. He hated that he was going to miss her performance, but he had to sleep before his finals tomorrow.
He called her the moment he woke up in the morning.
"Hey," she answered brightly, as it was probably after lunchtime in Japan by now.
"How did it go?" Toshiro asked sleepily.
"Got the gold," she answered, and he heard the grin in her voice.
"Congratulations, Beautiful!" Toshiro sat up, smiling into the phone and forgetting he was tired. "Walk me through it."
He slid out of bed and popped the phone on speaker, so he could dress and listen at the same time. Rukia walked him through every moment of the finals.
She had landed the Quad Lutz again, so smoothly that it gained her a fourteen point lead on her competitors. Toshiro knew that was a huge gap at that level, and no doubt he was going to get Yuzu screaming down the phone at him about it soon.
"You're amazing," Toshiro murmured, picking back up the phone now that he was dressed in his newest Quiksilver competition gear.
"So are you," Rukia mumbled back and Toshiro would bet she was blushing at that comment.
He missed making her blush and seeing the pink spread over her cheeks for himself.
"Good luck today," she cleared her throat and continued. "Byakuya and I will be watching."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too."
As always, hanging up was hard, but Isshin was at his door and knocking impatiently. Toshiro let him in and they gathered his equipment up and headed off towards the mountain, Rangiku and Gin meeting them in the lobby.
Today's competition would follow a slightly different format, where the men and women would compete at the same times, each of their runs following the other.
It was a wild competition. Again it was Toshiro and Ikkaku fighting for the men's title, and Rangiku and Yachiru fighting for the women's. It was all professional though, since the four of them were quite good friends out of competition.
And when Rangiku won the gold in the women's competition, Yachiru jumped in her arms in excitement at the bottom of the pipe. All the other ladies then also jumped on Rangiku, creating a 'stacks on' pile in the snow as the crowd laughed and cheered. They didn't care who won in the end, they just wanted a good show.
"Suck my dick, Shiba!" Ikkaku mouthed to the camera at the bottom of the pipe where he had just unseated Toshiro from first place.
At the top of the pipe, Toshiro laughed, barely restraining from flipping the bald headed Kiwi off.
He shot down the pipe, his run no different than his Olympics finals run except that the trickers were higher, cleaner and tighter. The crowd lost it when he managed the switch backside 1260 again, and even had room to slash the last of the pipe and spray snow at the cameras stationed there, all for those extra flavour points.
He won the gold, with a margin of two and a half points, and just like Rangiku, Toshiro was crushed under a pile of bodies as people launched themselves at him in congratulations. If Toshiro didn't know any better, he would have suspected they were actually just trying to break his spine so he couldn't compete again.
It was all in jest though, as they were supportive community.
Isshin managed to pull him out of it, handing him his phone once he was clear of the pile.
"You've got a text," his father smirked at him.
Toshiro glanced down to see a text from Rukia.
Rukia, 12:45pm:
Congratulations, Handsome. I'll have to send you a picture later as a gift ;)
Toshiro's grin went stupid – he knew what that meant, even though he wouldn't be able to masturbate to them. Slipping his phone away, he glanced up to see a camera in his face and one of the event hosts beaming at him, microphone in hand.
He's interview was painfully long but Toshiro remained smiling and full of gratitude when he spoke, the organisers rushing around behind them to set up the podiums for the medal ceremony. It was still so unbelievable to him that he could be here, and on top of the podium no less.
Isshin caught his eye, the father of four beaming proudly at him and Toshiro grinned back.
He knew his father was proud of him, and Toshiro too had finally become proud of himself. He worked hard, and now it was paying off.
And in one more week it would really pay off, because he would be the World Number One of halfpipe snowboarding with the World Number One of female individual figure skating under his arm, in his own home town.
One more week.
…
Toshiro had very little time to prepare for Rukia's visit.
Once he had arrived home to Jindabyne, only had two days to sort his life out before he was due to travel back up to Sydney.
He had two university exams to complete on campus, ones that he had postponed twice due to the competitive snowboarding season. Thankfully the elite athlete program at his school was flexible to a point, but still, these exams needed to be done.
When he wasn't studying, he was preparing for Rukia and Gin to stay in his and Rangiku's newest flat. Rangiku was being very unhelpful, claiming she needed to work on her body and her tan before she could clean out all her hair from the bathroom.
When he left, he was happy. Though he was sure that Rangiku was going to mess up the place and eat all the food he had purchased before she and Ichigo drove up to meet him at the airport, where they would then meet up with their Irish partners. Rukia was flying straight from Japan, while Gin and Renji had gone home to Ireland after Spain and would be flying in from there. Both flights were due to arrive within twenty minutes of each other.
Toshiro took the small blue Corolla that he and the twins shared up to Sydney, using the six hour drive to listen to an audio version of one of his textbooks.
He planned to stay with Yukio for the few days his exam dates sat over, which the blond surfer had obviously been 'fucking stoked hey mate' about it. The snowboarder was excited to catch up with his friend, but he hoped that it didn't hinder his study any.
Of course it had, though.
Yukio had them out surfing the moment Toshiro pulled into his driveway. After that it was endless food and movies, the odd workout thrown in. If Yukio wasn't already sick of him talking about Rukia, he was after the few days together.
"I haven't seen you this happy in a long time," the blond admitted on the final night when they were hunched over tacos that were falling to pieces in their hands. "I think this bird might be a good one."
Toshiro could only hum and nod, mouthful.
Thankfully his exams went well. He wouldn't receive the results for another few weeks, but he felt good about it, like he had been prepared for most questions and maybe fluffed his way enough through the ones he wasn't as confident with. He probably wouldn't walk away with a High Distinction, but a pass was definite, maybe even a Credit or Distinction – curve permitting.
It was a highly excruciating week, one that was very stressful and thanks to his promise to Rukia, Toshiro hadn't been able to masturbate. It wasn't that he had to masturbate, but it was a good way to expel energy, especially when that energy was full of stress and sexual frustration.
Alas, he kept his word. He had been a good boy.
"Far out, you are like an excited kid on Chrissie morning," Yukio chuckled as Toshiro literally bounced around, packing his stuff back into the car.
He couldn't help it! He was so excited. He was finally seeing Rukia again, and what was more, she was visiting him at home! Toshiro had plans to show her the park he skated at, the fish and chip shop he and Rangiku frequented, he was going to introduce her to his dog Daisy, and he had a date planned up at Thredbo. The snow was gone but it was still a beautiful mountain, and they could hike or ride bikes through the trails.
He did, however, promise Yukio that he could meet Rukia on their journey back to the airport at the end of her trip. That he was most nervous for because he knew Yukio would have a high standard for what he expected from Toshiro's girlfriends, following the whole Momo incident.
By the time Toshiro reached the airport and met up with Rangiku and Ichigo in the arrivals area, his heart was pounding through his chest, both from excitement and also nervousness.
"You need to calm down," Rangiku chuckled and slapped him hard on the back. "You're going to start sweating soon."
"Please tell me you left the flat tidy," Toshiro deflected, grumbling. "This is Rukia's first time visiting, I don't want her to think we are both slobs when only you are."
Ichigo snorted at that, the strawberry haired skier leaning against the railing on Toshiro's other side.
Rangiku scoffed.
"That's a lie," she rolled her eyes. "And yes I left it tidy. I also baked some banana bread last night so the kitchen smells like we bake."
"I'm not sure Rukia can eat banana bread," Toshiro murmured. Skater diets and all that.
"Oh she won't have to," Rangiku flicked her hair off her shoulder. "Apparently it tasted 'like poison' and Ichigo made me chuck it out."
"Zero out of ten would recommend," Ichigo's face scrunched in disgust. "But the place did look clean."
Toshiro rolled his eyes. Trust Rangiku to make some disgusting treat for their guests. The woman had a wild sense of taste and not even Toshiro could handle that side of her.
It was good to hear from Ichigo that the flat had looked tidy when he had picked her up in the early hours of the morning before they drove up.
Toshiro also had faith that the family home, where they were due to have dinner as a group tonight, would be cleaner than ever. With Yuzu in charge and the girl's long time hero on the way, the Shibas better believe that house was going to be perfect for the arrival of their Irish guests.
Finally, midday hit, and within a few minutes, Toshiro spotted Rukia coming through the arrivals gate from Customs. Well, actually he had spotted Renji first, since the dude was so large and with hair ridiculously bright. Gin too, the incredibly tall and lanky snowboard cross rider, was another easy spot. Rukia, by comparison, was short and petite, easily lost in a crowd, but still Toshiro's eyes found her almost instantly.
Beauty of that magnitude could not go unnoticed.
They made eye contact and Rukia's lips stretched into a huge grin. Toshiro couldn't wait and jogged up to her, flying straight into her outstretched arms.
It was such a relief to hold her again, Toshiro's heart felt like it was suddenly too large for his chest. Likewise, he heard Rukia's sigh of satisfied longing. It had been so hard for both of them.
Leaning back a little so he could see her face properly, he put one hand to her temple, smiling softly at those beautiful eyes for a moment, before his gaze travelled down to her lips. He brought his fingers down to her chin and tilted it up to meet him.
It was soft and sweet, but their passion bubbled in the back, and Toshiro had to pull back before they got carried away. As much as he wanted to get heated with her, he knew they still had plenty of time for that.
Still, his eyes couldn't help but sweep over her form possessively, noticing that she was wearing his shirt. Though oversized on her, she looked fantastic in it, and if the smirk on her face was anything to go by, the figure skater had known that when she put it on.
Around them, the other couples reunited and embraced.
Ichigo and Renji kissed heatedly, which earned some cheers from a group of young tourists nearby. Rangiku and Gin melted together, gushing over each other's newly acquainted medals, though they had both been there to watch each other's events.
"We actually did somefin fer yeh," Gin grinned at Rangiku, his accent as strong as ever.
Toshiro smirked; he had actually forgotten about this in his stress over the last week, but thanks to Renji's idea, the Irish lot had a little prank for Rangiku.
"What did you do for me?" Rangiku asked Gin, surprise etched on her features.
"Ah got yer name tattooed, look!"
Gin turned and pulled down the waist band of his pants just low enough to reveal a temporary tattoo of Rangiku's name inside a love heart. It looked incredibly real, Toshiro had to admit, and very similar to the real one on his own ass.
Naturally, Rangiku's expression was a blank look of shock while she tried to process the situation.
"I did too," Rukia added, jumping in then, after having pushed Toshiro away.
She pulled down the top of her tartan patterned skirt to reveal another temporary tattoo of Rangiku's name inside a snowboard outline. Toshiro's eyes were not there, however, as his teal eyes found more interest in the suspenders he could see under her skirt now.
Lingerie.
Rukia was wearing lingerie under that outfit and after not touching himself for a week, Toshiro's only concern was ripping her clothes off her so he could see all of what was underneath.
Somewhere in his peripheral, Renji was also showing Rangiku a tattoo of her name, also on his ass, but Toshiro only had eyes for Rukia, who was now smirking appreciatively at his reaction.
She knew exactly what she was doing, and Toshiro realised this might be revenge for the wireless vibrator begging stunt he had pulled.
Renji's tattoo was apparently the tipping point for Rangiku who very quickly realised they were winding her up.
"You guys are a bunch of asses," Rangiku spat, and everyone laughed at that. Rangiku's face was bright red but a slight grin played at her lips.
She loved the attention, really.
"How long will that take to come off?" Ichigo asked, and like Toshiro he was a little flushed and staring at his boyfriend's ass.
"The instructions of the pen said three days," Renji answered with a shrug.
Toshiro frowned and blinked, turning to Rukia.
"Who did yours?" he asked.
"Byakuya," she smirked, and Toshiro's brow furrowed deeper. Was that weird? Rukia didn't seem to think so. "It's cool, he's become super chill since the whole Olympics thing now. He didn't approve at first but when I explained it to him he did think it was incredibly funny. He had a limit of how far down my ass he was willing to go though."
"Nae wonder," Gin voiced Toshiro's thoughts, though he was laughing about it, "he's yer brother."
"He's seen me in skating outfits that show off a lot more skin than I presented him as a canvas," Rukia explained, and Toshiro might have had a counterpoint to that but he forgot it the second she yawned and stretched, revealing a very delicious view of her neck.
The marks he had left on her had long since faded, but the memory hadn't and Toshiro was determined to replace his marks on her.
"So what's the plan?" Rukia asked innocently, though she was far from it.
"Well, Gin, Ichigo, Renji and I will take Ichigo's car back to Jindabyne," Rangiku answered,"It's a five hour drive, but I have a banger playlist prepared. Toshiro will drive you back in his car."
Rangiku glanced at Toshiro to see that was still the plan and the white haired snowboarder nodded.
The argument had always been that two couples would take Ichigo's car as it was bigger, which gave all the taller people, Gin and Renji in particular, the leg room they needed. Toshiro's car was far smaller, since he only really shared it with the twins and all of them were shorter human beings. In reality, Toshiro just wanted the alone time with Rukia because once they were back in Jindabyne with his whole family and the other couples, alone time was going to be few and far between.
He couldn't wait to be alone with Rukia again.
The group headed towards the carpark then and Toshiro took Rukia's suitcase for her. It was heavier than his was when he normally travelled, but a feather in comparison to Rangiku's normal luggage weight.
"You look beautiful," he murmured to her, quiet enough that the others hadn't heard.
The low volume of his voice suggested a certain level of sexual appeal, which was enough for Rukia to smirk, realising he was indeed referring to her lingerie he now knew she was wearing.
"Thank you, so do you," she replied, touching his arm as he lifted her suitcase into the boot of his car.
He stared at it while she walked around to get in the car, her touch still burning into his skin though her fingers had long since released him.
Inhaling a deep breath, Toshiro jumped in the driver's seat and pulled out of the carpark.
The journey to Jindabyne from the airport was long, and not because of the distance, but because Toshiro could see Rukia's suspenders from where her skirt had hitched up when she sat, and it was hard to keep his eyes on the road after that.
"It's hot," Rukia commented at one point.
She had every idea how hot.
"March is usually very hot," Toshiro gritted his teeth. Small talk about the weather wasn't make him any less turned on. "In April, things start to cool off so it won't be too bad. Plus Jindabyne is up in the mountain range so it's naturally much cooler."
Rukia appeared to be enjoying it though, especially when Toshiro then resorted to pointing at random things they passed and giving her 'fun facts' on them.
'Fun facts'.
From there they spoke about their respective competitions, though it was hard to find things they hadn't spoken about in voice clips and over the phone. Still, Rukia got a kick out of hearing the hot tub story again when Toshiro had stumbled across Gin and Rangiku 'getting busy' in the tub.
That moment had ruined hot tubs for him, but Rukia thought it was funny.
What wasn't funny was the fact that she then rested her hand on Toshiro's thigh.
"So we're going straight to your family's house for dinner?" Rukia asked, voice deceptively casual.
Toshiro choked out his agreement, though right now it was hard to focus on anything but her hand on his thigh.
"And we won't be alone again until later tonight?" she asked, more pointedly.
"Yeah…" Toshiro breathed. He did regret agreeing to that now.
"Hmm," Rukia hummed, though she appeared to disagree with that plan.
Her hand on his thigh slid up higher and Toshiro shuddered. His dick twitched with interest, growing warm and stiff in his pants.
Fuck it, Toshiro decided, and immediately he pulled the car into a side road and behind some trees. This was probably any offence in his country but he didn't care, unbuckling his seat belt and helping Rukia into his lap, the Irish woman not needing to be told what was going on.
Their lips crushed together madly, like two crazed and hungry beasts. It wasn't pretty, it certainly wasn't classy, but it felt oh so good. Desperation had caught both of them as Toshiro slid his hands under her skirt and squeezed the suspender-covered ass. If he'd had to room to work with, he would have spanked her hard.
Rukia too had hands all over him which moved straight to his jeans, and in an instant she had his bare cock in her hands and was grasping it tightly as it hardened to full size.
There was to be little foreplay this time round. They were both hungry for each other and to desperate to care where they fucked. It would be a quick session, especially since Toshiro had been aching to come for days now.
He slipped his hand inside her lacy underwear, ready to prepare her with his fingers but he stopped suddenly, feeling a very foreign object blocking his path. He pulled back from the kiss in confusion, ignoring Rukia's laugh as he felt the item more and realised what it was.
It was a plug.
Rukia had prepared herself and inserted a plug – when she had managed this, Toshiro didn't want to know – but all that matter was that she was already ready for him.
Her hand reached down and knocked his out of the way, before she pulled the plug out of her and left it on her abandoned passenger seat.
A moment later, she was sinking down on his length with speed, and Toshiro groaned and shuddered with pleasure and relief, feeling himself finally sheathed in the hot wet cavern he had been craving since they left the Olympics.
It was no comparison to his own hand.
Rukia was charge, that much was clear as the skater rode him at a brutal pace, their mouths messily kissing each other between moans. Toshiro was coming undone so quickly he might have thought to be embarrassed if the woman wasn't leaning back, both showing off more of her body and also changing the angle of the penetration to one that drove Toshiro to blinding pleasure.
"Fuck," Toshiro gasped, "Rukia if you keep this up I'm not going to last…"
"Good," Rukia panted, grin in her tone as Toshiro let another long groan escape his lips, "I don't want you to last that's why I told you not to masturbate."
He groaned again. Though he loved being dominated by her in the sack, it was extremely hard to cope when Toshiro knew there was nothing he could do to flip the current situation. The car left very little room to negotiate positions.
She continued bouncing on him, her movements powerful and unrelenting as Toshiro pushed his sweaty hair off his face. He was so unbelievable hot, and his cock was on fire.
It really didn't take long after that for him to climax sharply, his semen filling her up.
"Rukia," he moaned her name, though it had come out all strangled.
The woman in question was satisfied by this apparently, as she slowed her pace, giving him a few long strokes to ride him through the orgasm. Eventually she lifted herself off him and manoeuvred back to her seat, finding the plug and inserting it back inside her.
Toshiro stared, his fly zip half way back up and his dick tucked back in.
'Is… is that just until you can get to a bathroom?' he asked, though he was starting to think not.
She was going to sit at his family home, all the way through dinner, with his ejaculation inside her, and a plug that would keep her stretched open for an easily accessible round two.
"You can delude yourself into thinking that's right," Rukia shrugged.
Running a hand down his face, Toshiro groaned. He now expected that he was going to be made to wait for this inevitable round two. Rukia was playing with him now, just for fun.
It was going to be another long evening.
The rest of the drive went quicker after that. Toshiro had climaxed, but he didn't feel satisfied, not with that situation he had sitting beside him all smug and full of his seed. They were quiet now, and Toshiro figured the town tour could wait for another day as they finally entered Jindabyne.
Toshiro pulled into the driveway behind Ichigo'scar. Though they had a huge double car garage, they also had a huge family and the two other family cars (Isshin's Ute and Kukaku and Ganju's shared Jeep) were already parked inside.
Rukia gave an impressed whistle at the house when she saw it. Toshiro supposed it probably looked very different to her flat.
It was a huge two-story brick home, with a large front yard and an even larger backyard. It had to be with the amount of people living in it. Plus this was Jindabyne; it was practically a rural town, meaning everyone had more land to spread out that in the city suburbs.
They walked up to the house and Toshiro opened the door, holding it to let Rukia in first.
The poor woman had made it all of one step in when Toshiro's younger sister Yuzu launched herself at their guest, squealing and hugging Rukia tightly.
"Hey Yuzu," Rukia chuckled, thankfully relaxed about being accosted with her fan upon entering the new environment.
Yuzu immediately launched into a fangirl gush about Rukia's Worlds performance. Toshiro frowned – Yuzu and Rukia had been there together, but that didn't stop Yuzu gushing again.
"Don't suffocate her," Isshin laughed entering the room and spotting the scene. He bent down low while Rukia went up on her tip toes to greet each other in a light hug. "Dinner will be served soon."
"Thank you Isshin," Rukia replied with a smile.
Isshin winked to Toshiro which the young snowboarder ignored, before leading Rukia further into the house while Yuzu skipped along excitedly beside them. They found Rangiku, Gin, Ichigo, Renji, Karin and Jinta in the main living room, lounging around and chatting, the Formula One on the television in the background. No doubt Ichigo had put that on – though he loved Renji, Toshiro knew he had a bit of a crush on F1 driver, Daniel Ricciardo.
They sat on the large couch and Toshiro wrapped an arm around Rukia as the teams caught up with each other on post-Olympics life. At some point Karin disappeared to the kitchen and Rukia's gaze seemed to follow the dark haired twin from the room. Toshiro just hoped Rukia wouldn't spot the countless photo frames situated around the house, all with embarrassing family photos inside.
Luckily they made it to dinner without her making a comment on them. Dinner that night was loud – louder than normal with all the new guests and that was saying something, because dinner at the Shibas was chaotic affair even when it was just the family.
Isshin and Kukaku had prepared a huge – albeit still healthy – feast, the father withholding no expenses as he served up premium Aussie steak.
It had been right up until that moment that Toshiro relaxed despite knowing what his girlfriend was wearing, both on the outside and on the inside.
"The steak is really thick and juicy," Rukia complimented Isshin, seemingly innocent enough though her hand had just landed back on Toshiro's thigh – right where it had been moments before she had climbed into his lap and rode him senseless in the shared Toyota Corolla (he would clean it out before his sisters drove it again).
Isshin, unaware of elephant-sized sexual tension at their end of the table, was delighted with the compliment and started going on about Australian steak production and it's comparison to the rest of the world.
Toshiro minded his own business, staring at his vegetables and trying to focus on remembering how to use his cutlery. It didn't help that Rukia kept rocking back on her plug and sighing lowly in satisfaction or the fact that she had started to stroke him through his jeans.
It felt so good, and just like it had at the karaoke bar, the exhilaration of knowing they could be caught at any moment just spurred Toshiro's excitement on. He let her continue, even widening his legs to allow her better access.
"We will have to a do a proper barbecue night before you leave," Isshin was still talking to Rukia about fucking beef. "You'll need to have burgers done right while you're here."
"That'd be amazing," she sighed innocently, with an air of longing but Toshiro knew it wasn't for his father's special burgers. "I love thick meat, even though I'm restricted to when I can have it."
Toshiro – who had been trying to quell the heat in his cheeks by gulping down some water – choked.
"Are you okay?" Rukia asked, faux-concern on her face and Toshiro glowered back at her, albeit discretely.
She now had slipped her fingers into his jeans and boxers and was gently tracing the tip of his now rock hard cock.
"F-fine," Toshiro gritted.
He was far from fine though, especially when she managed to milk some pre-cum from his slit and then licked it off her finger – though she had picked up a vegetable to consume alongside it so his family wouldn't notice. Toshiro sure has Hell noticed.
"Rukia," Yuzu's voice called across the table and Toshiro's eyes snapped to his little sister, worried she had noticed something. "After dinner, can I show you something?"
"Of course you can," Rukia agreed with a dazzling smile that had Yuzu almost blushing herself.
Rukia's hands stayed in her own zone after that, but she still rolled on the plug and let out soft, discrete moans for Toshiro's ears only. The snowboarder found himself staring at her unapologetically, his food long forgotten.
"Are you not hungry, Toshiro?" Isshin asked then and all sets of eyes turned on him.
Toshiro flushed, "Not really."
Rukia was smirking behind her water, and now Gin appeared to be sending her a knowing look. It was only a matter of time before Rangiku clocked on to the hanky panky situation under the table, and all the while Isshin was staring at Toshiro with light concern because his athlete wasn't touching his food.
Thankfully, the father came back with no follow up questions or comments, other than asking if they wanted dessert, to which Toshiro had mumbled a weak 'no thanks'.
"No thank you Isshin," Rukia grinned, rubbing it in – now literally again, her hand on Toshiro's crotch. "We'll get desert later."
Oh Isshin caught that one, the old flirt (though thankfully he was still unaware to the rubbing situation). He raised an eyebrow before walking off with some plates and a chuckle.
"Please stop that," Toshiro hissed when others around the table began to move too, collecting plates, cutlery and glassware.
"Stop what?" Rukia asked, eyes going wide with false innocence.
"All of it," he glared, "just everything, stop it."
"Do you want me to stop?" Rukia confirmed, moving in closer, her sweat breath mingling with his just as it did before they kissed.
"No…" he mumbled, inhaling her scent for a moment before he realised he had given the opposite answer to what he wanted. "I mean yes, yes stop it."
"Fine," Rukia giggled, leaning back away from him as she shrugged.
She stood then and turned suddenly, her skirt flipping up a little with the motion and giving Toshiro a brief few of her suspender clad ass. It stopped his brain for a minute, and then Toshiro had to stay seated for a moment longer to let his boner die back down before he caught up again.
When it was safe, Toshiro found Rukia and Yuzu hunched over a laptop together. Of course, Rukia was bending over just enough to give Toshiro a view that no one else should ever see.
"Wait, you're the person who made that page?" Rukia was asking when Toshiro approached, drawn to that ass like a moth to a flame.
"Yeah," Yuzu mumbled, "I hope you don't mind."
Toshiro saw as he approached that they were looking at the RukiaFansOfficial page, which Toshiro had found out shortly after the Olympics was run by the blonde twin herself. It had weirded him out when he had been scrolling back through the posts of how Yuzu had been shipping the #RukiShiro tag since its inception on the karaoke night.
"You started that hashtag?" Rukia giggled, clearly not as disturbed as Toshiro had been.
"Yeah," Yuzu admitted shyly, eyes flickering to Toshiro who merely pursed his lips.
"I love it," Rukia laughed, "I can't believe it was you."
Rukia's positive reaction was enough to settle Yuzu, who visibly relaxed and smiled up from her spot in the arm chair.
The two of them spoke more about the page – apparently Rukia had actually known about the page and liked its content prior to knowing who ran it. They then spoke about Yuzu's Triple Lutz that Rukia had helped her with at the Olympics.
Toshiro, meanwhile, was missing Rukia's attention, though he had been the one to ask her stop. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her middle tightly. Rukia straightened in his hold, her hands coming to rest on his.
It was taking all of his restraint not to start kissing her neck in front of Yuzu.
"You two are so cute," the blonde skater squealed, looking up at them, her pupils practically shaped like love hearts.
"Thanks," Rukia replied.
"I was just showing Rukia my fan page, Toshiro," Yuzu beamed, holding up the laptop for him to see. Incidentally, it showed a picture of Rukia mid-jump and her flippy skirted had slipped right up. Her ass was mostly covered by the underwear part of the costume, but the shape couldn't be hidden from anyone, nor could the feel of it be ignored when it was pressed against him like right now.
"That's great," he managed, though his mind was elsewhere.
Satisfied, Yuzu pulled the laptop back and started typing.
"You're driving me nuts," Toshiro whispered, his hand sneaking around and under her skirt, squeezing that ass gently.
"Good," Rukia breathed. "I've not forgotten that Skype call."
Fucking Hell, Toshiro knew that was why he was being punished.
Rukia twisted out of his arms and walked away, leaving Toshiro restless and horny, but with nowhere to go.
Sighing, he moved to the kitchen, figuring he might as well cool off and get their guests some drinks while he was there.
"Thanks for cooking, Dad," Toshiro murmured to Isshin as he passed him in the kitchen.
"It's nice having everyone here and happy, though it would have been nice if Uncle Ganju had joined us," Isshin sighed, slipping on some bright pink rubber dish gloves as he hovered around the sink to wash up what couldn't go in the dishwasher. "Are you alright? You didn't eat much and you look a little flustered."
"Just nervous," Toshiro answered quickly – it wasn't untrue, and he was trying to make more of an effort at being open with his family. "Rukia means a lot to me, I really need this visit to go well."
"It looks like she's having a good time so far," Isshin assured him with a grin and Toshiro smiled softly back.
He gathered up the drinks and headed back to the living room, arms full of beverages. He handed them out before he sat on the couch, Rukia immediately settling herself in his lap with her diet lemonade. He held her close, her ass on his thighs, and somewhere higher, a plug was settled. Toshiro sighed in resignation.
"Rukia looks really pretty today doesn't she, Toshiro?" Rangiku asked, stirring her drink and smirking just enough for Toshiro to know she was now in on the situation.
"Yeah she does," Karin answered before Toshiro could, the dark haired twin popping out of nowhere and jumping to the other arm chair beside her twin.
"Thanks Karin," Rukia winked at Karin.
Toshiro would have been happy to see his girlfriend getting on with his closest sibling, but his hormones weren't really in the mood to be sappy and fluffy.
Thankfully, the distraction of soccer on the television kept Rukia and the rest of the room busy for a while. Luckily it was a sport they all knew, whether they actually followed it or not, so no one had to explain the rules like they would have if they had put the Aussie Rules Football on, which was wildly different to any other sport. Karin cheered for her team, while Rukia and Gin bickered over whether the Irish team was better than the Scottish team.
It didn't take long before Rukia was subtly grinding herself down on his lap, no doubt the plug giving her a touch more friction to enjoy. It didn't help that her low moans had returned, pushing Toshiro close to breaking point as he let his fingers massage her skin under her skirt.
"I could give you a tour of the house," Toshiro offered then, "show you my room."
He squeezed her ass then to imply what he wanted to get done in his old bedroom.
At that moment, Daisy their Blue Heeler came pounding into the room, obviously being let back into the house now that dinner was over and done with. Toshiro would have felt guilty about forgetting to introduce his two best girls but he was too horny to care and Rukia probably knew too much about Daisy now too from all he had spoken about her.
"But I'm watching the game," Rukia laughed, watching Daisy jumping up on Gin and Rangiku.
Toshiro gave a pathetic whine – he knew Rukia didn't care about soccer! It was purely to torture him.
Daisy sensed his distress like the good girl she was and came running. Rukia leaned off Toshiro to meet the dog and give her a pat, but Toshiro gripped her hips and pulled her back into his lap to cover the growing boner he had again.
It was only a few minutes later that the game ended and Toshiro decided on behalf of him and Rukia that it was home time. Rangiku and Gin seemed not too far behind them too, but since they still had Gin's suitcase in Ichigo's car, Ichigo offered to drive them up to the flat so they wouldn't have to try and all squeeze in the Corolla.
Great. Perfect. Toshiro didn't really care to be honest, all he wanted to do was get Rukia home and fuck her senseless, he didn't care if Rangiku and Gin had to walk at this point.
Their goodbyes were brief, since Toshiro and Rukia would be back to spend more time with his family later in the week, and moments later, Toshiro was dragging Rukia out to the car and speeding off down the street to the little flat he and Rangiku shared.
"Someone's cranky," Rukia had the gall to point out when Toshiro spoke very little on the short journey.
"I wonder why," Toshiro muttered back, getting out of the car when they reached the flats.
He circled around and held Rukia's door open for her, before they moved to the boot of the car to retrieve her suitcase. Toshiro's own bag and text books littered the backseat but they were tomorrow's chore.
He led her up to the flat he and Rangiku shared on the off season when they got to live and train at home. There was nothing special about it, but it was nice enough for them and it was close to home and the park.
Toshiro unlocked the door and let Rukia in ahead of him.
"It's nice," Rukia commented and Toshiro internalised the breath of relief that Rangiku had indeed left the space tidy. Even the small kitchen which had been the site of her poisonous cooking had been cleaned – though whatever smell she had going for had also (thankfully) disappeared.
Toshiro moved Rukia's suitcase out of the entrance while Rukia looked around but as soon as he returned, he swept her up and against his chest as he marched her down the hallway.
"Am I not getting the tour?" Rukia asked cheekily.
Oh now she wanted a tour?
"Sure," Toshiro muttered, kicking open his bedroom door when he reached it. "Let's start here. This is my room."
He threw her down onto his bed, kicking the door closed behind him as he fell on top her, lips straight on hers. Their mouths crushed into each other, heated movements setting an aggressive pace instantly. Rukia relented to his control and Toshiro went about ripping her clothes off, though much of it was tricky to remove.
"Easy, Love," Rukia whispered after she helped him with the stockings and Toshiro glared her; they were far beyond 'easy' now.
"Hey Google," he called out to the room. "Play 90s Playlist."
The mini dome shaped object in the corner of his room gave a happy tone and started playing the Spotify playlist of nineties tracks.
His lips were back on Rukia's, not feeling any need to explain, though she did guess it easily enough.
"Is that so Gin and Rangiku don't hear us?" Rukia guessed with a giggle as Toshiro adjusted himself higher up the bed, positioning his crotch just above hers.
"Yes," he managed, moving his lips to her neck and relishing in her groaned response.
"I reckon they'll still hear us," Rukia commented, but Toshiro was unconcerned. After the hot tub incident, he hoped they heard them.
Removing the last of her clothes, Toshiro returned to Rukia's neck, sucking harshly to once again mark his territory on her. His hands were on her body, fingers slayed over her bare skin. As much as he wanted to explore her silky skin properly, it was going to have to wait until tomorrow. After her torturous teasing all night, she had lost foreplay rights and Toshiro was going to make her climax without it.
He took a short break to remove his clothes too, and the second he returned Rukia's hands were on his abs but he grabbed them and pinned her wrists back down on the bed.
"No, you don't," he growled, and Rukia gave a nervous chuckle back.
He knew she didn't love giving up control, but Toshiro would never hurt her, he would only ever show her pleasure.
Reaching down, Toshiro carefully pulled the plug out of Rukia and tossed it somewhere into the room. Inserting himself instantly in its place, both he and Rukia moaned in relief.
He began thrusting, brutally, and without letting Rukia flip them over. She had done it to him in the car and now it was his turn. It was rough, but nothing but pleasured moans left Rukia's lips, her eyes rolling back into her head as her legs wrapped around his waist.
It was loud too, Toshiro recalled that much, as their moans mingled and the bed frame rocked against the wall.
Rukia came before he did, choking on his name and arching her back off the bed. Toshiro came undone soon after, spilling himself inside her again.
Breathless and panting, Toshiro collapsed off Rukia's side, his cock sliding out of her and the Irish woman rolled and curled into him, speaking gibberish, A.K.A. probably Gaelic.
Toshiro brushed the sweaty hair off her face as she wrinkled her nose.
"I need to wash," she groaned and Toshiro chuckled before he pecked her cheek with a chaste kiss.
"Me too," he agreed, and he managed to pull himself away and out of the bed.
He retrieved a couple of fresh towels from his cupboard and tossed one back to Rukia before wrapping his own around his waist. Now that he had been satisfied and come down from the high, he didn't actually want Rangiku and Gin to see him walking naked through the flat.
"It's a shame you have to hide all those muscles from view" Rukia commented, a smirk tugging at her lips and Toshiro grinned back at her.
"You'll see them soon," Toshiro told her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "We can shower together."
Rukia covered up and Toshiro headed to the bedroom door, opening it and slipping out into the hall. He got two steps before he paused, hearing the familiar giggle coming from the bathroom and the sound of the water running.
Rangiku, and Gin too presumably to warrant that flirty giggle.
Chuckling, Toshiro returned to his room.
"What?" Rukia asked.
"They're showering together," Toshiro laughed and Rukia chuckled too.
"Nice one, Gin," Rukia smirked.
That was the thing about living with Rangiku though, she was pretty much always in the bathroom when Toshiro needed it.
They didn't sound like they were having sex so at least there was that, and hopefully they wouldn't be much longer.
Toshiro turned his music down and sat back on the bed beside Rukia as they listened for the other happy couple to get out of the shower. Fortunately, it wasn't much of a wait and soon they heard Rangiku and Gin move between rooms, heading toward Rangiku's bedroom.
Toshiro and Rukia's own shower was beautiful. The warm water washed away their sweat, sex excretions and all the tension of the day. Toshiro could help but grin as he ran his wash cloth over Rukia's back, covering the satiny skin in little bubbles from the shower wash. He was again reminded of how lucky he was to have such a beautiful woman in his life, and even though it felt so surreal to have her in his hometown after the magic and drama of the Olympics, it also felt like she had been here for years. Rukia just fit so well into his life and with his family in their home. He didn't voice it, but he wondered vaguely if Rukia would ever consider the move from Ireland to Australia. It was a big ask, one that was too early to speak about, but Toshiro loved the idea of them living together permanently.
Rukia smiled softly at him when he was done, as she turned and took the cloth, taking the time to wash his back too. It felt so lovely, the way she tenderly stroked his back. As much as he enjoyed her sexual touches, Toshiro loved the tender ones even more.
After the shower, they returned to the room. She probably had pyjamas in the suitcase of hers that Toshiro had left down the hall, but he couldn't be bothered to get it and he loved the look of her in his shirts anyway, so he tossed her an old superhero shirt he usually only wore to bed.
Toshiro slipped on some loose boxers and joined her back on the bed.
He set up his laptop to play the new Spiderman movie, while Rukia settled herself in his arms. He held her close as the movie started, rubbing soothing circles in her skin. She'd had a big day with the long flight, two rounds of sex and enduring an evening with his entire family.
The sound of something falling over caught Toshiro's attention and he quickly paused the movie to listen for a moment. It became quickly apparent what had caused the noise as they heard a suggestive moan from down the hall and the definitive sound a mattress squeaking continuously.
"Sounds like they're having fun," Rukia giggled and Toshiro sighed.
"Yeah it does," he scrunched his face for a second, putting the movie back on, louder now. "It's not exactly what I want to hear though. I'm just happy for her."
Since Gin had come into the picture, Rangiku was happier, visibly so. Toshiro had noticed the way she held herself straighter, the way she had grown more mature and confident now that she realised she didn't need loser guys' opinions on how she looked. It was a nice change.
"I bet you've had to sit and endure a lot of guys coming through here?" Rukia asked. "She's quite the looker."
"Tell me about it," Toshiro rolled his eyes, playing with Rukia's fingers as he spoke. "It's even more annoying when they're assholes and I know it but she doesn't see it."
"At least Gin isn't," Rukia quickly offered, as though she was looking for his agreement on the matter.
It was no secret that Toshiro had hated every man Rangiku had ever brought home.
"No, he's definitely the best person I could have hoped for her to end up with," Toshiro agreed.
"Good I am glad you approve," Rukia smirked at him. "Could you imagine the fight we'd get into if you didn't?"
She was winding him up now, but two could play at that game.
"I know," Toshiro joked, "and you'd not stand a chance considering you're so tiny."
"Hey now, I've seen Rocky, I can punch!"
That had Toshiro smirking as Rukia twisted out of his hold, putting her fists up for a fight. Toshiro grinned and held up his hands like they were punching pads for her to practice on.
She jabbed a couple of times, her fists hitting him with the same strength as a toddler.
"Yeah," Toshiro commented dryly. "You'd bring me down with just one of these."
"Oi," Rukia laughed, punching him harder, now with the strength of maybe a seven year old. He raised an eyebrow at her and her shoulders sagged. "I'm tired, cut me some slack."
"You'd not stand a chance against me, Kuchiki," Toshiro smirked, drawling his words. "You know why?"
"Why?" Rukia asked cautiously, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Because I know all your weak spots."
With that Toshiro reached for her and began tickling the woman relentlessly. He laughed as Rukia yelped and gasped, squirming in his hold. At a point, his laptop got knocked over the bed, but thankfully the fall was cushioned by their discarded clothing. Quicker than he could get her to do it in sex, Rukia begged for mercy.
"You're the devil," Rukia accused through pants after he had released her and Toshiro chuckled.
"Revenge is best served ticklish," he smirked.
He reached for her again and pulled her close, and Rukia relaxed after a moment's hesitation when she realised he had no intention of tickling her again.
Retrieving the laptop, Toshiro resumed the movie which was now coming to the end anyway. They spoke on and off throughout the final scenes but it was becoming painfully more aware than Rukia was losing her battle to sleep. By the time the film had finished, Rukia's eyes were closed and her breathing was deep and even.
Toshiro shut the laptop and moved it to his bedside table so it wouldn't be knocked off the bed again or stepped on coming morning time. He had to reach over Rukia to turn off the lamp on her side but he did his best not to jostle her too much in the process.
Finally settling in, Toshiro laid his head down beside Rukia, leaning forward to kiss her forehead softly.
"Good night, Beautiful," he murmured as she curled in closer to him, her head finding comfort on his chest, over his heart.
"Night Handsome," she returned, words slurred a little with sleep.
Toshiro stared up at his ceiling, hand lazily stroking Rukia's back as the woman fell asleep on him. The snowboarder felt lighter than he ever had in his life; he had a beautiful family, amazing friends, and a gorgeous girlfriend. He knew that if his mother was watching from above, she was proud of him, just as his father was, and just as he was of himself.
He had so much love in his life, and so many people to share it with. He was going to share it with Rukia too of course, because she was his family now, and he wanted her to know it.
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OUR BOY TOOK THE GOLD AT WORLDS! ALL HAIL THE HALF PIPE KIIINGG!
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ALSO THE BRONZE ON THE SLOPESTYLE! SO GLAD TO SEE HIS RUN SO TIGHT AFTER THE CRASH *SOBS*
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AND THE HALF PIPE QUEEN IS BACK ON TOP! ALL HAIL THE HALF PIPE QUEEEN!
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AND RUKIA GOT THE GOLD TOO! I AM SCREAMING-
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ALL CAPS BECAUSE WE'RE ALL SCREAMING!
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GUYS! NOW THAT WORLDS/THEIR SEASONS ARE OVER… IREAUSSIE REUNION?
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