As promised, a chapter with nothing but smut. I got a sudden burst of motivation and basically wrote this in 5 hours. The headache afterwards was so worth it.
Please be kind, I'm not very confident in my sex writing skills, though my friends have always very enthusiastic about it. Constructive criticism is always welcome :)
Massive thanks to Alysaldria for being a fantastic beta!
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Chapter 37: Wedding night
The streets pass by in a blur as Sousuke nearly teleports them towards his intended destination. Ichigo only faintly registers the familiar surroundings of Sousuke's rooms before his back hits the door to the bedroom and his breath leaves him in what is less of a shocked exhale and more of breathy gasp. He doesn't get the chance to feel embarrassment as Sousuke is immediately crowding in his space.
Sousuke leans with one arm against the wall above Ichigo's head while the other hand cups his face, the thumb tracing the outline of his lips. Their bodies are so close Ichigo can feel the heat emanating from Sousuke and he longs to close the distance, the lack of actual contact infuriating. Sousuke's eyes are smouldering, dark and overflowing with desire, and he refuses to let the eye contact break. Ichigo gulps, almost without realising. He feels trapped, yet at the same time the thought of breaking free never even occurs to him.
Sousuke's head moves closer, their lips almost grazing, his warm breath stoking the fire burning in Ichigo's loins. The hand stroking his face has dropped to his hip, a searing brand through the fabric of his shihakusho. They haven't even done anything and he already is hard, almost weeping, Ichigo thinks giddily.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," Sousuke whispers huskily against Ichigo's lips, before capturing his mouth in a feverish kiss.
Ichigo melts at the sensation of Sousuke's lips moving against his own. It feels even better than that interrupted kiss only days ago. Once again he wants to melt against Sousuke's firm body, get so close neither of them remembers where one ends and one begins, but Sousuke's hand on his waist keeps him firmly pressed against the wall. Ichigo keens in frustration and Sousuke takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, plundering his mouth. Ichigo tries to keep up, but his inexperience leaves him dazed in the face of Sousuke's passion. All he can do is cling to his lover's shoulders and enjoy the ride.
The inch of space between their bodies is a never-ending well of frustration and he groans into the kiss as he bucks up to no result. Sousuke's strength is too much for his pleasure-addled body, he cannot break that iron grip.
Sousuke breaks the kiss, leaving Ichigo gasping and desperately trying to pull him back in for another kiss. Nuzzling his neck, Sousuke softly admonishes him, "Patience". The bastard doesn't even sound out of breath! His hoarse voice only barely betrays the intensity of his passion, a stark contrast to Ichigo who feels wrecked already and they've barely done anything.
There is nothing Ichigo can do, except stand there and take it, as Sousuke slowly and meticulously starts taking him apart, the door he's leaning against the only thing keeping him upright. Sousuke spends what feels like hours on kissing and biting and sucking his neck and shoulders, while his hands stroke and explore Ichigo's torso, never once straying below the belt where Ichigo so desperately wants his attention. Occasionally he comes back for more breath-stealing kisses, but inevitably he goes back to marking Ichigo again for all the world to see. Ichigo tries to steer him — up for more kisses or down for that sweet, sweet relief, he doesn't care anymore at this point — but Sousuke ignores the pulling on his hair in favour of peppering marks in every spot he can reach.
Finally, finally, he moves lower, hands parting Ichigo's shihakusho and his mouth finding a nipple. Ichigo swears loudly, almost overwhelmed with pleasure when that wet heat closes over his nipple and a hand pinches the other almost painfully. For a moment he thinks he's going to come from just that stimulation, but then the feeling ebbs away again. He almost sobs, so strung out he could weep.
"You're … ha… such…hnn…an asshole!" Ichigo pants as Sousuke nibbles on his nipple.
He can feel the smirk against his skin. Sousuke rights himself to his full height again and recaptures his lips. This time the kiss is slow and indulgent, it calms Ichigo down from the precipice of insanity he's been teetering on. He still can't help himself from chasing Sousuke when he breaks the kiss at last.
"You look beautiful," Sousuke breathes, adoration shining in his eyes, "like a debauched angel, ethereal yet utterly wrecked."
Before Ichigo has a chance to do anything but scowl. Because whose fault is that?! Sousuke drops to his knees, somehow taking Ichigo's belt with him. Without a sash to hold up his pants, they flutter to the floor and the fabric pools around his ankles. With his shihakusho barely still clinging to his elbows and his lower body naked aside from his socks and sandals, Ichigo feels utterly exposed before a still fully clothed Sousuke.
Sousuke looks up at him with a look of worship on his face. "Gorgeous," he groans, before taking Ichigo's hips in both hands and licking a long stripe up Ichigo's weeping cock. Ichigo throws his head back with a shout at the feeling of Sousuke's hot, wet mouth around his cock. He sees stars behind his closed lids. His hips try to buck up, to get his cock deeper inside Sousuke's mouth. However, Sousuke is too strong and his hips don't move in the slightest as Sousuke takes him deeper inside his mouth, sucking and licking — and oh god, he's going to come! There's no way he's lasting, not like this, Ichigo thinks slightly hysterical.
He tries to warn Sousuke, "Sou…I'm gonna…ooooh…hnnn…gonna come…ahh!" But the other only takes him deeper, hollowing his cheeks for more suction and Ichigo can't stop the wave of pleasure that rises from deep within and engulfs him. He sees white before he blacks out and his knees give out, his whole body turning into jelly.
When he comes to again, he's lying down on a bed. He blinks to adjust to the change in lighting and slowly realises the room is practically covered in candles. Their soft glow only adds to the sensual atmosphere. As he sits up slightly, elbows supporting his weight, he notices Sousuke at the end of the bed. He is freeing Ichigo's feet from his sandals, discarding them carelessly over his shoulder.
Looking up, Sousuke's mouth curls into a lazy grin when he sees Ichigo is awake, which does all sorts of things to his lower regions. "That must have been a spectacular orgasm, for you to have fainted from the pleasure," he teases.
ichigo glowers back at him, his cheeks burning. "You… I… Your fault!" He sputters, trying to search for the right words in his puddle of a brain.
"Hmm, yes. And I take full accountability, darling," Sousuke affirms as he crawls over Ichigo, sliding their bodies together and kissing him languidly.
Ichigo gladly takes this chance to let his own hands roam; exploring Sousuke's back and shoulders, tugging his belt open and off to slide them underneath Sousuke's shihakusho. The kiss deepens as Ichigo takes his time to revel in the skin to skin contact. He can feel Sousuke's erection hard and heavy against his hip, his legs bracketing Sousuke's hips..His own cock is rapidly gaining back interest in the proceedings. Before long, Ichigo is squirming against Sousuke, panting and moaning as he tries to hump the other man.
But once again, Sousuke seems to have other ideas. Suddenly he sits up and back between Ichigo's spread legs, shaking off his undone top to show the perfection lying beneath. Ichigo groans in frustration, clenching parts of the covers in his hands with his hips fruitlessly bucking into the air. "Sousuke!"
"Patience, my love," Sousuke gently chides him while he takes one of Ichigo's sock-clad feet in his hands. "We have plenty of time. The day is still young."
Ichigo swears at him, still too boneless to sit up completely. Instead he watches as Sousuke ever so slowly rolls up the white sock and follows the path of his fingers with his mouth, alternately kissing, licking, and biting. He throws his head back with a moan as Sousuke takes his big toe in his mouth and starts sucking on it, mimicking what he'd done to Ichigo's cock just a few minutes ago.
To be honest, Ichigo has never thought he has a foot thing and he hasn't really. It's more the attention that Sousuke lavishes on every part of his body, the near worship in his every movement and look that does things to Ichigo.
After he has thoroughly sucked on every toe on Ichigo's foot, Sousuke repeats the process on the other one. He licks. He sucks. He bites and he nibbles like Ichigo is a feast and Sousuke is a starving man. At one point Ichigo cries out he thinks he'll go crazy if Sousuke continues like this. He only gets a chuckle in return and a more intense sucking.
When Ichigo is hard and leaking once again, Sousuke moves down one leg towards Ichigo's groin, peppering marks all over. Especially on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, which has Ichigo moaning without abandon, all shame forgotten as he yearns for another release. Once the first leg is sufficiently marked, he switches to the other one. He drives Ichigo all the way to the edge, only to back down again. He calms him down with steady strokes along his legs and waist, until Ichigo no longer feels like one more kiss, one more bite will bring him to orgasm. He lets him catch his breath until he no longer feels like a tightly wound screw, only to dive right back in and build up that peak again. And again. And again.
Ichigo can no longer think when Sousuke flips him to his hands and knees. His world reduced to nothing but pleasure and need. He barely registers the first finger circling his hole, slipping in easily with how slick it is and how relaxed his body has become. When the second one joins, he does notice a slight pinch. But the pain is swiftly chased from his mind by the kisses rained down upon his back and shoulders. After a while the fingers even begin to feel good and he starts hesitantly moving back against them as they stretch him open. Then, they push against something that makes his vision spark. His loud moan and bucking upwards alerts Sousuke to his pleasure.
"You like that, darling? Imagine how good it will feel when I'm inside you. How much deeper I'll reach then. How full you'll feel. You'll like that too," he moans into Ichigo's ear, draped as he is over his back. "Heavens, you were made for this. I should just keep you here, naked and wanting in my bed."
Ichigo moans at the filth Sousuke whispers into his ear. This seems to spur Sousuke on and a third finger is added. The stretch starts to burn a little, but the pleasure of three fingers hitting that spot is enough to make him forget the pain quickly. He writhes on the soft sheets, arms trembling to keep him aloft as Ichigo fucks himself onto those magical fingers. Every now and again his ass bumps into Sousuke's erection — When did Sousuke lose his pants? — and every time he groans loudly at the thought of taking him inside instead of the fingers.
Eventually, his arms collapse under their combined weight and the pleasure and his front falls down onto the bed. The fingers plunging in and out of him no longer reach the spot that makes him moan and writhe.
"Sousuke!" Ichigo cries out, "please!" He needs…oh heavens, he needs release! He needs Sousuke inside him. He needs that final connection. The final step. To what he doesn't know. He can't think! But he knows, without a doubt, that he needs Sousuke and he needs him now!
Sousuke seems to understand the urgency in Ichigo's voice and he's flipped onto his back, the fingers leaving his hole. Ichigo keens, aware of the mess he must look like. His hair forming a messy halo around his head, parts of it sticking to his forehead. He's sweating and flushing, bite marks and hickeys littering his body. Sousuke looms above him and Ichigo pulls him down into a sloppy kiss, trying to convey the need burning inside him. Sousuke eagerly responds and as their tongues explore each other's mouths, Ichigo feels something blunt pushing at his fluttering hole.
For a moment, he thinks it's not going to fit. There is no way that's going to fit! But then the head slips inside and he feels the never-ending slide of Sousuke's cock inside him. They both groan loudly. When Sousuke bottoms out, he rests for a moment with his forehead against Ichigo's. Ichigo tries to get used to the burn, the feeling of fullness. It's odd and he's not too sure he likes it all that much. But then Sousuke starts moving, and Ichigo is lost in pleasure.
Sousuke's dick seems perfectly made to hit that one spot perfectly with every thrust. Pleasure washes over Ichigo, sweeping him away and making him forget he ever felt pain in the first place. Their kisses are sloppy and intense. Ichigo can't stop moaning at the pleasure building inside of him. All the buildup and teasing seems to culminate in a peak that builds higher and higher. But it's not enough, he needs something more! He needs…
As if reading his mind, Sousuke grabs Ichigo's erection, trapped between them. One stroke, two strokes is all it takes before the wave inside Ichigo crests and he's swept away with the force of his orgasm.
He doesn't take notice of Sousuke tensing above him, thrusts becoming erratic, and the soft groan heralding his own orgasm. He remains unaware as Sousuke gently untangles himself to get a damp cloth and tenderly cleans away sweat and semen. He only rises from his post-orgasmic glow to see he is now curled against Sousuke chest, their legs intertwined.
Sousuke looks at him with a self-satisfied smile and lovingly kisses him on his forehead. Ichigo leans up to catch his lips before he can retreat too far and they share languid, indulgent kisses as they come down from their high.
"Love you," Ichigo says as he nestles into the crook of Sousuke's neck, lids already heavy with sleep.
"I love you too," Sousuke murmurs into Ichigo's hair, his voice heavy with emotion. It's the last thing he hears before the darkness of sleep claims him fully