To my fantastic TSIU readers looking for some IchiHitsu lovin', I gift you this special NSFW side chapter. It sits between chapters 10 and 11.
For any non-TSIU (my other fic 'The Stars Incline Us') readers, you're welcome to read this smut, if you don't mind the confusing context! I've tried to make it readable outside of TSIU, but it probably is better read alongside the parent fic.
Once again, happy birthday to the lovely Nova!
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Forget For A Moment
There were rarely moments of peace in Ichigo's life, certainly not since the war began a decade ago.
His existence had become a seemingly endless, tumbling cycling of training, fighting and running for his life.
Being the Avatar was hard, so when he got these small moments of tranquillity, however brief his happiness and sense of safety was, Ichigo cherished them.
The night his group reached Junrinan was one of those moments, and it was a memory Ichigo would treasure for the rest of his life.
"Ichigo!" Toshiro yelped as Ichigo snuck up behind him and picked him up, swinging him around effortlessly.
Ichigo chuckled and kissed Toshiro's cheek before putting him down.
"No one is around," he grinned, his hands dropping to capture Toshiro's own and tugging him further down the mostly destroyed road. "It's just you and me, Birthday Boy."
Toshiro groaned and rolled his eyes. "Stop calling me that."
"I can't and I won't."
The suffering sigh that followed had Ichigo laughing again. Rangiku had been the one to pull him aside and quietly inform him of the special occasion, and Ichigo made sure to celebrate it as much as he could.
It could have been Toshiro's last birthday, after all – but Ichigo refused to think of it that way.
No, today was simply about annoying the Hell out of his boyfriend, in the most enjoyable way possible.
'Boyfriend' didn't actually feel like the right word to describe their relationship, because Toshiro felt like more than that to Ichigo. They were certainly attached now, and had been since their sunset kiss under a waterfall, though arguably it was much earlier that their relationship had passed the point of friendship.
They had saved each other, and survived horrors others couldn't even imagine.
"We're supposed to be searching the city," Toshiro reminded Ichigo sternly, though the sparkle in his eye was playful.
Ichigo grinned back cheekily.
Yes, technically they had set out to do that; a quick sweep of Junrinan's war-torn and mostly rubble city to ensure Aizen and his followers weren't waiting. They weren't and Ichigo had already known that. They had three days until the Winter Solstice, and that's when Aizen would come for them.
The search was but an excuse for Ichigo to drag Toshiro off so they could spend a couple hours together alone.
"We've checked everywhere," Ichigo pulled Toshiro closer. "Let's dance."
There was another small eye roll, and a reluctant smile as Toshiro was pulled flush against Ichigo's chest. The Avatar placed one arm around Toshiro's narrow waist and picked up his hand with the other. He made them sway together and smiled softly as Toshiro sighed and relaxed into the movement.
Ichigo pressed a small kiss to Toshiro's shoulder. He had dreamed this once, dancing slowly with Toshiro in a sparkling fjord. The real thing was better, even if the situation was rather bleak.
"I'm sorry there's no music," Ichigo murmured, wishing he could have provided more for their first slow dance, "and the venue of choice isn't particularly romantic."
Toshiro leaned back to look up at Ichigo, his teal eyes soft.
"If you want a romantic place," Toshiro drawled, "I might know one."
Ichigo sent him an inquisitive look but Toshiro revealed nothing, just grinning back. He was beautiful and cheeky.
Nodding, Ichigo pulled back, releasing Toshiro's waist and gesturing for him to lead the way to this mysterious location.
Toshiro tugged him along gently, and together they wove between the rubble and broken buildings, climbing over icy boulders and ducking under fallen trees and poles.
Ichigo's curiosity piqued as Toshiro led him into the abandoned ice palace that had once been his home; he seemed to have no desire to show Ichigo around or to stop and reminisce. They cut through once grand rooms and corridors that were now mostly destroyed, barely standing and dirty from years of weather damage, on top of Aizen's destruction three years ago.
It wasn't until they were there that Ichigo realised he recognised the palace gardens. He had seen them once, in another man's memories.
Back then, the grass had been shorter and greener, and the surrounding walls had been completely intact. The pond was still there, but the water was dark under the midnight sky, and the fountain was in pieces. The flowers were dead and the cobblestone paths cracked.
Still, there was an eerie beauty about it. It felt like a hidden treasure amongst the ruins.
The walls, though broken and covered in vines, held a million stories, one of which Ichigo had seen in the memories. It was a rich history, though granted not all the stories were good, but some of them had to be.
"Maybe it's not as romantic as I thought," Toshiro sighed, pouting slightly. "Gin and Rangiku used to meet here in secret."
Ichigo smiled sadly at that, remembering the younger Gin and Rangiku. He imagined them coming here at night, kissing in dark corners and stifling their laughter so as not to be heard. Maybe one day they'd get to meet here again.
"It's beautiful," Ichigo whispered. It was a sad beauty, but beauty nonetheless.
Spotting some old torches still clinging to the broken walls, Ichigo stepped over to them. He inhaled before thrusting his hands out, fire shooting out from his fingertips and immediately lighting the torches. He managed to light five across the garden, and it was enough to provide a dim, almost candlelight glow.
There was a soft twinkle, and Ichigo turned to see some wind chimes hanging off a tree branch in the far corner of the garden. Ichigo tilted his head and used his Airbending to keep a breeze flowing through the chimes, their gentle music soft and sincere.
He turned back to find glassy teal eyes and an awed smile staring at him.
"You're amazing," Toshiro whispered.
"Come on, Birthday Boy," Ichigo held out his hand to Toshiro, smiling stupidly. "I promised you a dance."
Toshiro chuckled but took the hand and they resumed their previous easy swaying position.
There was a trickling sound and Ichigo glanced over his shoulder to see the fountain in the middle of the pond returning to life, even in its broken form. Ichigo grinned back at Toshiro, who shrugged casually before tucking his face into Ichigo's neck. The Avatar chuckled, and squeezed his little Waterbender.
He was so lucky.
Ichigo brought his hand up to cup Toshiro's jaw, bringing their lips together. Toshiro kissed him back, their lips moving in slow, measured movements, content just to feel each other for a moment.
It was sweet, both in feel and in taste. Toshiro seemed to sigh happily against Ichigo as he moved closer, their bodies melding together. Ichigo welcomed him, his arms wrapping tightly around his partner and feeling that warm body against him.
Something in the closeness made Ichigo's heart flutter, his blood pumping faster and hotter. Toshiro's tongue swiped his lips and the Avatar groaned, opening his mouth and melting further into the kiss.
His hands started moving of their own accord, across Toshiro's back and eventually dipping a little lower. Toshiro hummed appreciatively, and when he bit Ichigo's lip, the Avatar felt his cock twitch.
Oh Gods, how he wanted to touch Toshiro, in the most intimate of ways. He wanted to feel every part of him, he wanted to see every part of him.
Ichigo's thoughts stopped when Toshiro pressed himself closer again to Ichigo's body, and this time Ichigo's cock did more than twitch. Toshiro felt it too, but he didn't back away or hesitate, and the approving hum that he gave as his hand slipped into Ichigo's hair sent a hot flush through Ichigo's body. He wanted to know what other sounds he could make.
Pulling back from the kiss, Ichigo rested his forehead on Toshiro's.
"I want you," he breathed.
"I'm yours, Ichigo," Toshiro whispered. "All of me."
Ichigo groaned lowly at the response, his hands already moving across Toshiro's clothed body again.
They started kissing again, this time with more fervour. Ichigo's hands wandered freely now, quicker and firmer, trying to feel Toshiro's skin and muscles under his clothes. He grew impatient, and quickly found the hem of Toshiro's shirt, his hands slipping under it.
The skin beneath was smooth, like satin. Ichigo groaned again, his fingers gliding over his boyfriend's hips, pulling them flush against him again.
Toshiro's breath hitched when he felt Ichigo's hardening length between them and the Avatar grinned to the kiss, though the smile was short lived when Toshiro gave an experimental roll of his hips.
The friction against his cock sent a sharp shockwave of pleasure up Ichigo's body that had him gasping into Toshiro's mouth. Fuck that felt good, and he knew it was going to get even better.
His nails sunk into Toshiro's skin as he rolled his hips back hoping to replicate and this time Toshiro gave a low moan, spurring him on. More waves of pleasure took hold of Ichigo as he moved against his partner.
His brain wasn't working, his blood pumping straight to his cock and nowhere else. His nails continued over Toshiro's hips and higher up his back, until he touched something that wasn't silky skin. Toshiro pulled back with a pained hiss.
His burns. Ichigo had forgotten about his burns.
He had been too lost in the pleasure for a moment; he hadn't been thinking when he raked his nails over Toshiro's burns.
"I'm so sorry!" Ichigo gasped, pulling his hands back and stepping back from the Waterbender.
"It's okay," Toshiro assured him, following Ichigo with a step forward, but the Avatar could still see the pain in his expression.
It hit Ichigo hard again that they were in the middle of a war, and there were only days until the biggest battle of their lives, in which both he and Toshiro could very well die.
Aizen had burned Toshiro – well, his acquaintance Momo had, but it had to have been Aizen's instruction, and he had hovered over Toshiro's burning body, not allowing Ichigo or anyone else to get close.
Toshiro survived, as had Rukia who had also been caught up in it, and they had managed to heal each other up well in the days and weeks following the attack. Most of their burns had disappeared entirely with their magic healing, however some were too severe to fix.
Ichigo stared at Toshiro, ignoring the way the teal eyes bored into him, trying to reassure him. His eyes instead fell to the burn under Toshiro's eye, small but permanent. The one on his arm was the most severe, and another, just above the small of his back would also never completely heal. It was the latter Ichigo had forgotten about and so recklessly scratched.
He felt terrible – for scratching the burn, and for being the reason Toshiro was burned in the first place.
"I'm sorry," he breathed again, deflating.
"Don't worry about it," Toshiro's hands caught Ichigo's face and he kissed the Avatar's jaw. "It was an accident. Let's keep going."
Ichigo swallowed, shaking his head and catching the hands holding his face, pulling them away from him.
Teal eyes were confused and hurt, and Ichigo had to look away.
"Is it the burns?" Toshiro asked.
Ichigo swallowed again and nodded.
"Because they're ugly?" Toshiro followed up, and this time his voice was different, full of insecurity.
Ichigo's eyes snapped back to him and he shook his head quickly. "No, that's not it. You're beautiful, it's just-"
"Just what?" Toshiro stepped away, and the hurt in his voice and his eyes had increased.
Ichigo sighed and closed his eyes; he was ruining this.
"It was my fault," he murmured.
"It wasn't-"
"It was," Ichigo cut Toshiro off, voice firm, "and in a few days' time, we're going to be fighting for our lives and that will be my fault too… And if you die-"
Ichigo had to cut himself off that time, his voice breaking as he looked away again.
What if Toshiro died? Someone was going to – it was in the prophecy.
The silence was thick, though the wind chimes and water fountain continued to create music that was sweet and beautiful, and in juxtaposition to the spiralling and horrific thoughts in Ichigo's mind.
"Can I hug you?"
Ichigo glanced up at Toshiro, seeing the man hesitating on getting close again. The Avatar nodded, and Toshiro sighed, closing the gap and pulling Ichigo into a warm embrace.
"Forget for a moment," Toshiro murmured, stroking Ichigo's hair soothingly, "about the war, about the burns, about the prophecy. Forget for a moment that the world is falling apart. Can't it be just you and me tonight?"
"What if you die, Toshiro?" Ichigo asked, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can't come back from that."
"We don't know what's going to happen," Toshiro tutted gently, seemingly not concerned about the mention of his impending demise. "If I die, if you die, we can't let it control us now. I don't want to die without this memory of us being together fully."
"Sounds like you just don't want to die a virgin?" Ichigo frowned, trying to joke but it sounded hollow.
"Well, do you?" Toshiro chuckled.
"No," Ichigo frowned, though it seemed like such a trivial thing to want, in the grand scheme of things.
Toshiro manoeuvred in Ichigo's arms, tucking his head under his chin. Ichigo's arms wound around him automatically, and for a moment they were quiet again, listening to the wind chimes and the fountain.
"I don't want to die with regrets," Toshiro murmured eventually. "I don't want to lose you with regrets either."
Ichigo sighed, understanding that.
"If you don't want to have sex, we don't have to," Toshiro continued lowly, "but don't let it be because you're afraid of losing me. I'm not going anywhere tonight."
Pulling back enough to see Toshiro's eyes, Ichigo hooked a finger under the Waterbender's chin and tilted his face up. He really was beautiful, burns and all – in fact they made him more beautiful in a way; Toshiro radiated strength, resilience, spirit. His teal eyes reflected the torch light, and they flickered with love. His lips, parted slightly, looked softer than ever.
He was right, and Ichigo agreed. He didn't want to die with regrets, nor did he want to lose Toshiro with regrets. He wanted tonight to be special, even if they never got another.
Ichigo lowered his lips to the burn under Toshiro's eye and pressed a gentle kiss to it.
"I think I can forget for a moment," he smiled gently. "I want it to be just us tonight."
Toshiro's lips spread into a smile and he tilted her chin up to kiss Ichigo. Their mouths melded together, moving in tune to each other.
It was brief though, and Ichigo's lips tried to follow Toshiro's as he pulled back. He had put a hand on Ichigo's chest to keep him in place, the Avatar throwing a questioning look at Toshiro as the Waterbender smirked slightly, untangling himself from the Avatar and stepping a few more paces back.
For a brief second he just smiled at Ichigo, who stared dumbly back, but then his hands moved to the hem of his shirt, and in a swift motion, he pulled it off.
Ichigo's mouth went dry and he stared unabashedly at Toshiro's torso. He had seen it before, but tonight under the candlelight torches, Toshiro was especially beautiful. His chest was stunning; his lean but toned muscles were obvious, carved as if fake but astoundingly real. His skin, golden under the light, was littered in small scars but they made him all the more beautiful.
More items of clothes and shoes came off, as Ichigo watched through wide eyes. Eventually there were no clothes left, and Ichigo's eyes hungrily swept Toshiro's naked form as he stood in front of him.
Toshiro had never looked so stunning in Ichigo's eyes – even with the scars, even with the burns. More so even, because this man had lived and survived, and came out stronger than ever.
"You're gorgeous," Ichigo breathed, speaking without needing to think.
Toshiro's cheeks dusted pink as he fought back a smile.
He came forward then, returning to Ichigo. His fingers caught Ichigo's shirt hem and he raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Can I?"
Ichigo nodded, lifting his arms as Toshiro then pulled the shirt off him.
In a similar manner, the rest of the clothes and shoes came off Ichigo. Toshiro helped him, his soft hands dipping into places that made Ichigo's breath hitch.
Soon, they stood in front of each other naked, and just as Ichigo was still taking in Toshiro's form, his boyfriend's eyes swept over him hungrily.
Toshiro stepped forward, his hands on Ichigo's forearms before they travelled up to his shoulders and down his muscled back. Ichigo couldn't breathe, especially as those hands came back up to run down the length of his chest then. Cool hands felt him all over and Ichigo hummed approvingly.
Toshiro bit his lip shyly and it was too much.
"I've never done this before."
"Neither have I."
Ichigo pulled Toshiro into him, and let his hands do the wandering this time. He consciously navigated around the burns, his fingertips dancing delicately over the satin skin.
Toshiro's body was gorgeous.
Ichigo's eyes followed his hands. They started at Toshiro's face, brushing his hair from his forehead, before his fingers traced around those vibrant teal eyes, over his cheekbones and to his lips, where Ichigo's thumb pulled his lower lip down gently before he pressed a kiss to it.
Toshiro's jawline was strong, his neck smooth and kissable. He shoulders were straight, bony and narrow, and again Ichigo's lips followed his hands as they dipped into crevices and over bones.
Toshiro sighed contently as Ichigo's hands slid down to catch his, but his lips stayed at the Waterbender's collarbone.
Ichigo couldn't stay there for too long though, as he planned to discover more of Toshiro's body. His hands returned to Toshiro's torso, his fingers travelling down over the rivets of his boyfriend's ribcage, his lips following more leisurely after stopping at Toshiro's nipples and seeing what would happen if he sucked them. The answer: a sharp inhale followed by a low groan.
Toshiro's hands were in Ichigo's hair and his grip tightened when he gasped.
Ichigo knelt, lowering himself to the ground, and just as his lips had made it to Toshiro's hips, his hands found something else – something that was breathtakingly alluring.
He gasped, pulling back from the hips and turning Toshiro swiftly around. The view he was presented with made Ichigo's jaw drop.
"Wow," he breathed.
Toshiro's ass had Ichigo's mouth drying again as he bit his lip. The skin was silky smooth, but the muscles underneath were tight. Ichigo had never seen something so enticing in his life.
Above him, Toshiro chuckled nervously. Ichigo's hands returned to the mounds of flesh and gave an experimental squeezing, loving how that felt in his palms. His fingers moved, tempted to the crack and sliding between it. Toshiro's cheek twitched and he hummed encouragingly.
Ichigo, standing on his knees, leaned forward to bite the quivering cheek, unable to resist anymore. His teeth sunk into the flesh, earning himself another sharp gasp from the owner. He grinned, his lips moving to the other cheek to repeat the action, before following his fingers to the tempting centre.
Toshiro was watching from above, twisting his body to see over his shoulder. Ichigo sent him a wink, before his fingers pulled his ass cheeks apart, revealing the taut entrance that made Ichigo's cock twitch in definite interest, as if attracted to it like a magnet.
With a cheeky grin, Ichigo stuck his tongue out, circling the entrance and causing Toshiro's lips to part with another gasp, his teal eyes blown wide.
The first moan was soft and breathless, and it was when Ichigo stuck his tongue inside the hole, as deep as it could go. Toshiro groaned above him, excited by the intrusion, as Ichigo's moved his tongue in and out, and around the rim.
"Ichigo," Toshiro murmured. "Feels good."
Ichigo hummed in agreement, pulling the ass closer and dipping in as deep as he could possibly go. With his face buried in Toshiro's ass, Ichigo could taste him properly. Toshiro groaned above, his ass cheeks trembling either side of Ichigo's face and the Avatar took pride in making him feel like this.
It was to be short lived however, as Toshiro pulled himself away, leaving Ichigo confused for a moment, until teal eyes popped in his vision and hot lips captured his quickly.
Ichigo groaned as he felt those hands in his hair again, tugging gently and forcing his lips open. A tongue slipped into his mouth and Ichigo hummed, his own tongue dancing alongside it.
His hands found Toshiro's body again as it moved, kneeling down on the grass with him, and guiding Ichigo back onto his own ass, knees spread as Toshiro slipped between them.
The tongue left Ichigo's mouth as teeth gently bit his bottom lip before travelling over his jaw and down the underside of his neck.
The Avatar inhaled shakily and swallowed as Toshiro sunk lower again, his lips, teeth and tongue making their way over his collarbones and across his pectorals. Like Ichigo had done to him, Toshiro sucked his nipples and Ichigo found himself pleasantly surprised as a warm flush came over him. It felt undeniably good.
Toshiro sunk lower again, and this time he had purpose.
Ichigo's body stiffened and he gasped when Toshiro's hand wrapped around his cock. By now, the member was fully erect and rock hard, and Ichigo must have died when Toshiro licked his lips hungrily and sunk down to kiss the head of it.
Deceased. Most definitely dead. Ichigo's thoughts were gone, his body heating up to an almost torturous temperature as a hot mouth encased his throbbing member.
Teal eyes were open and they held Ichigo, pinning him to the spot. Small hands were on Ichigo's hips, anchoring Toshiro in place as he sucked and bobbed over the cock.
"Toshiro," Ichigo groaned, his hand in his own hair and gripping it tensely. He was breathing heavily, having never felt pleasure like this before.
Toshiro hummed, sending another shockwave up Ichigo's spine, as his devil tongue swirled around the head before he dipped deeper again.
Hips jerking, Ichigo closed his eyes and moaned, throwing his head back. "Fuck!"
He continued to pant and moan, as Toshiro worked on him with more intensity. At one point he hollowed out his cheeks and swallowed around Ichigo's length, and the Avatar's whole body reacted, jolting and crying out his boyfriend's name.
The waves of pleasure were becoming too much, and Ichigo wanted badly to give into them, but somewhere in the back of his mind, his own voice reminded him of what he wanted more.
Blindly, he reached for Toshiro's shoulders and pulled the lithe body off his cock and into his lap.
"Are you alright?" Toshiro asked, chuckling slightly as he pulled Ichigo into his chest, his hands on Ichigo's back and head to keep him steady.
"Shit," Ichigo breathed, laughing a little. "You nearly finished me."
"Would that have been a bad thing?" Toshiro asked in a murmur, his hot lips now on Ichigo's face and working down again.
"No, but," Ichigo swallowed the pant, "the first time I come with you, I want it to be inside you properly."
Toshiro's lips stilled for a moment, before he pressed another kiss at Ichigo's jaw.
"I want to finish with you inside me too," he murmured between kisses.
Ichigo nodded, opening his eyes back up. His cock was throbbing painfully, and he could feel it leaking with desire.
Straightening, Ichigo caught Toshiro's chin with his finger and guided their lips back together briefly. His body was aching for Toshiro, and he wanted to show his boyfriend the same pleasure.
Separating again, Ichigo held up his fingers to Toshiro's lips, and the Waterbender sucked them without needing to be told. Ichigo pulled the fingers away from him and moved them down to that delicious ass of Toshiro's. He held his boyfriend's gaze for a moment, but saw no apprehension in those teal orbs.
"Teal me if you want to stop."
"I will."
Neither of them had ever done this, but the process came naturally, their bodies and instincts telling them what to do. When Ichigo's first finger slipped inside Toshiro, the Waterbender simply tilted his head, brow furrowing slightly as he felt the intrusion.
Sliding it in and out was easy enough, and on Toshiro's signal, Ichigo added the second finger. That one got more of a reaction, including a gasp and a pained wince. Toshiro didn't want to stop though, so Ichigo took it slow with him, and took to pressing light kisses to his boyfriend's neck, hoping to calm him or distract him until the feeling turned good.
And the feeling did turn good apparently, as Toshiro sucked in another gasp and his hips started to move against Ichigo's fingers, encouraging him. Ichigo grunted, feeling a small hand wrap around his cock and start to stroke him lazily.
Toshiro hummed, his head falling to Ichigo's shoulder. His hips started to move quicker and deeper, and Ichigo paused to watch as him essentially fucked himself on Ichigo's own fingers. As well as stroking Ichigo, he had taken to stroking himself in the same slow motion. Ichigo stared; it was fucking hot.
"More," Toshiro breathed, and Ichigo complied, kissing his neck and adding the third finger.
Toshiro's movements stuttered to a stop as his entrance was widened further and he grunted, letting go of the cocks and gripping Ichigo's shoulder painfully tight.
Ichigo whispered sweet words between pressing kisses to Toshiro's shoulder. His free hand slipped between them and picked up Toshiro's weeping cock, continuing what Toshiro was too pained to continue. He hoped to distract him again until the third finger had adjusted and started to feel good.
It took longer, and Toshiro grunted and gasped softly, either in pain or pleasure (or both), but eventually the feeling turned.
Ichigo knew it had when the body against him relaxed and those hips started to move again, slowly and in shallow movements. Toshiro's grunts turned to hums and soft pants.
Ichigo worked a little quicker then, stretching the tight opening for something larger. He felt inside Toshiro's smooth walls, his cock twitching to be inside.
"Ahh!" Toshiro jolted, his spine straightening and his grip on Ichigo tightening. "There!"
Ichigo tilted his head, wondering what had elicited that reaction, and repeated the same stroke inside his partner.
The reaction that time was even more intense as Toshiro moaned and his cock leaked into Ichigo's hand.
"F-fuck," he gasped. "S-so good."
Ichigo grinned, loving that he was the one doing this to Toshiro tonight. He was the one making his boyfriend moan and swear, and no one else.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, touching the same spot inside Toshiro again and hearing the moan that was music to his ears.
"Cock," Toshiro gasped, panting over Ichigo's shoulder. "In me. N-now."
"Bossy," Ichigo tutted gently with a chuckle. Toshiro was desperate for him, but in truth, Ichigo was desperate for him too.
He withdrew his fingers and coated his shaft with the leaking seed from both him and Toshiro, lubricating it before he lined the head of his cock up with the tight entrance. Toshiro was already trying to sit himself on it, so Ichigo dropped his partner's own member in favour of grasping his hips to control them.
"Slowly," Ichigo murmured. "This could hurt a bit."
"I want you," Toshiro mewled, ignoring his warning.
Nevertheless, Ichigo held his hips and controlled the speed as they slowly sunk down on him. It was tight, almost painfully so as the muscles clenched and unclenched around him. Ichigo bit his lip and furrowed his brow, concentrating as Toshiro too stiffened, feeling the pain again.
Once fully sheathed inside his boyfriend, Ichigo released a breath and stared down at where they were connected. The blood rushed to his head and the Avatar moaned softly; he and Toshiro, one at last.
Toshiro swallowed against him, relaxing into it after a moment. Ichigo pressed more kisses to his shoulder, allowing him to adjust to the new feeling.
After a minute, Toshiro tentatively lifted his hips a little before lowering them back down. Ichigo's brain short circuited, and he watched through wide eyes at his cock reappearing and disappearing inside Toshiro. Fuck-
Toshiro was wincing, Ichigo could feel it where his face was buried in his neck, but the Waterbender didn't stop, his strokes slowly becoming longer though the slow pace didn't change. Ichigo continued to hold Toshiro's hips, and his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into the bone. With each stroke, Ichigo felt his boyfriend's body relax slightly, and eventually, he heard an approving hum – it was starting to feel good.
Toshiro leaned back then, his teal eyes locking with Ichigo's and filled with passion and desire. He moved, maintaining eye contact, as he rose and sunk on Ichigo's cock.
"You're gorgeous," Ichigo told him breathlessly as Toshiro started to increase his speed.
"You-ah!" Toshiro gasped. "You're e-everything to me-e."
Gods, Ichigo loved this man.
Toshiro seemed to hit that same sensitive spot inside him, and he threw his head back to moan loudly. Ichigo's body reacted too, feeling the clenching around him and the hot wave that crashed through his body. Fuck it felt so good.
Ichigo's hands helped Toshiro's hips move as they began to stutter in pleasure, the Waterbender's head collapsing back onto Ichigo's shoulder, his eyes clenched in pleasure. Ichigo moaned too, his head tilted up and his wide eyes staring at the stars overhead.
No matter what he thought about the Gods and their dumb decision to make him Avatar, he was grateful they had given him Toshiro, and this special night together.
Taking leadership, Ichigo flipped them over on the grass, his hands on Toshiro's back to protect his burns as they rolled over.
Toshiro seemed too dazed to notice, only acknowledging the change in position when Ichigo sunk back inside him, the new angle bringing him a new pleasure.
"Ichigo!" Toshiro moaned his name, causing Ichigo to jerk his hips inside Toshiro.
This new angle seemed to hit Toshiro's sensitive area with every thrust, so Ichigo took full advantage of that. He pinned Toshiro's wrists into the grass and bit his neck as he continued to thrust deep inside him. Toshiro's legs wrapped around Ichigo's waist as he called his name and begged for more.
Ichigo captured his partner's moans in his own mouth as he crushed his lips against Toshiro's.
They were reaching their climaxes now, but Ichigo wanted to remember this forever.
Tonight, it was just Toshiro and him, connected. They were making love under the starry night sky, in palace gardens amongst the ruins of a decade long war. Nothing was perfect, yet everything was. Toshiro was, and that's all Ichigo could care about.
They were surrounded by the elements – the earth beneath their moving bodies, the fire in the torches that turned Toshiro's skin golden, the water in the fountain and pond that acted as gentle reminder of their shared trust, and the air which was cold on this wintery evening yet caressed them with sensual warmth in this moment.
Ichigo couldn't have thought of a more perfect way to be with Toshiro for the first time, and he wanted them to finish it together.
Knowing he was close, the clenching muscles around his cock driving to his peak, Ichigo let go of one of Toshiro's wrists to slip his hand between them, grasping his abandoned cock and pumping it in time with the thrusts.
Toshiro cried out in pleasure, his free wrist in Ichigo's hair and tugging while the other gripped Ichigo's hand tightly.
He came, with a loud moan and Ichigo's strangled name on his lips. Ichigo followed instantly, as those tight muscles squeezed him and pushed him over the edge.
He saw stars again, this time in his mind as white hot pleasure overcame him.
Fuck.
He collapsed on top of Toshiro, his cock leaking the last of its seed inside him.
Toshiro hummed, and Ichigo felt his hand pulled from the Avatar's weakened grasp. His arms wrapped around Ichigo's back and held him gently.
"Ichigo?" he whispered, voice still breathless.
"Hm?"
"I love you."
Ichigo smiled stupidly, the exhaustion forgotten for a moment. He raised his head to see tired and gentle teal eyes gazing at him.
"I love you too," he murmured, and he pressed a soft but lingering kiss to Toshiro's lips.
He knew, whatever happened to them, that they would always have this night together under the stars.
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Bit rushed, because I'm having a crisis, but I hope you all enjoyed it!