Title: Tenderness
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairing: Shinji/Ichigo
Word Count: 588
Warnings: again, off screen fucking
Prompt: Aftercare or Tender (a mix)
AN: So, quick question, if I said that I have stories that I've restarted and kept the original stories that I started with, would you want to see those posted? Not as a Monday story but rather Friday.
There are 3 of them, and none of them are finished since I restarted them all.
For now, enjoy.
Brushing back the long hair of the young substitute, Shinji chuckled as Ichigo sighed and shifted where he was laying out, resting against the side of the hot spring after an intense day of training and sparring. While Aizen had long ago gone quiet, biding his time most likely, they hadn't stopped keeping their skills up to date. Especially since the Gotei Thirteen had been rearranged by the Spirit King to work better. To stop attacking those who lived with spiritual abilities. To clean out the ranks of those who would hurt others just for the fun of it.
Mayrui had been put on a short leash, much to most everyone's pleasure.
And Shinji? Well Shinji was still working with Ichigo in balancing his hollow with his own consciousness. The fact that the 'hollow' was actually his zanpakuto with added abilities while the power he had been using had been his Quincy abilities had put a new twist to their training sessions. The fact that Ichigo had settled with his power and with himself was just a bonus. He grew out hair, didn't care about what clothes he wore as long as they were comfortable, and became more than what he had been when he had been a teenager with so much pain and anger.
What had really surprised him had been when Ichigo had started to return the subtle flirting that went on between them, and slowly their relationship had grown from a mentor and student relationship to something that included feelings. And sex. A lot of sex. Quickies whenever they could. Slow, lazy mornings. Fast, frantic nights after not seeing each other all day.
But also just relaxing with each other, enjoying each others company. Like now. Ichigo had just finished his university finals for the semester and they had the warehouse to themselves, so had decided to relax in the hot springs in the training grounds. Currently Ichigo was leaning against the side, his hair floating around in the water around him as Shinji carefully worked out the knots that had come from their earlier activities.
Shinji smirked as his eyes caught the water distorted bruising on Ichigo's hips, remembering how he had laid his younger lover back onto the ground before lifting his hips and fucking him until he was a babbling mess. Afterwards, he had pulled his lover into the hot springs to wash and relax after such a hard round of sex.
"Are you doing okay?" he asked, brushing his lips against his lover's shoulder, getting a soft hum as full lips turned up into a small smile.
"Yes," Ichigo hummed, loving the gentle strokes of his mate's hands over his body and through his hair. "You didn't do anything that I didn't want to happen," he promised, knowing his lover's thought process. "I am not made of glass."
"I know you're not, lover, but I still worry. I have had more practice than you when it has come to sex, but I still worry that I'm to rough on you when it comes to our rougher instincts," Shinji hummed. Ichigo opened his eyes and smiled over his shoulder, pulling a hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it.
"I trust you to know my limits," he said, Shinji giving him a tender smile.
Yes, he would have to make sure Aizen knew not to try to touch his little lover even as he pulled his mate into his lap to make love to him once more.
