"One way! Or another! I'm gonna..." Ichigo belts out simple notes, not remembering nor caring what the lyrics were. He stumbles out of the elevator as the doors open, the entire world spinning as gravity becomes weird once more.
"Da-da! Da-da-Da-da... 'm gonna... gonna get ya!" Ichigo laughs loudly when he runs into a wall, almost falling to the ground. He quickly covers his mouth–and nose–with his hand.
"Bme qmpht!" Ichigo tells himself, muffled by his own hand. He nods his head and lowers his hand, pressing it against the wall for balance.
He slowly stumbles towards the door on the same wall he was using, humming the song he couldn't remember the name of. Man, he drank way too much tonight. Ichigo giggles at the thought as he bumps into the door.
It was all Rangiku's fault. And Yumichika's. They wanted information about Kisuke-san. But they forgot that Ichigo can still keep his lips zipped when he's drunk. Heh. Zipped. Zipper dipper. Dipper dapper.
Ichigo tries to dig out his copy of the penthouse key while pressing his shoulder against the door to keep himself balanced. Everything spins when he drinks too. It's so fun to spin with it! But, he has to get into the penthouse first.
Ichigo pauses his search for his key when he hears something being fiddled with from the other side of the door. It doesn't even begin to compute in his brain before the door is swung open, taking him with it.
A squeal leaves Ichigo's lips as he falls, stomach dropping at the feeling. Warm arms wrap around him and stop the falling, easily holding up Ichigo's weight. An arm helps Ichigo stand back up while the other closes the door, leaving Ichigo in darkness.
"Did you have fun, Ichigo-kun?" A low voice whispers speaks softly against Ichigo's ear. It makes him moan softly with his head tilting back.
"K'suke! You should be sleepin'!" Ichigo exclaims with a joyful laugh. He reaches a hand up, accidentally slapping Kisuke's chin before he turns it to pat his cheek.
"Hm. I was waiting for you to come back. You texted you were on your way, remember? But that was hours ago," Kisuke states calmly. Ichigo squeals again when he's suddenly raised in the air. He fumbles with his arms and legs, wrapping around Kisuke's neck and waist as he lifts him up.
"Rangiku, an' Yumichika, an' Renji, an' Baldy kidnapped me w'th Yuzu's permission. Sayin' I's–I work too hard. Wanna give me a break, let me relax." Ichigo laughs softly and leans his head back to watch the spinning ceiling. "Forgot to text you, 'm sorry. Not used to bein' loved. Hm!"
Ichigo lifts himself up a bit and smiles at Kisuke's face. He doesn't really pay attention to the blank expression getting darker by the second, nor the tightening grip around his hips.
Ichigo kisses Kisuke's cheek, giggling as he does so. "Love you~! Kisuke-san deserves someone better, but Ichigo's happy that Kisuke-san chose him."
"It's me who doesn't deserve you, I-chi-go." Kisuke presses his mouth to Ichigo's ear, sighing deeply. "And I'll give you more love than you could ever need or want, everyday. You'll always be loved by me, darling. Forever."
Ichigo hums softly, eyes fluttering close at such close proximity to his boyfriend. A small noise, choked and surprised, escapes his throat when warm lips press against his pulse.
"Kisuke..." Ichigo sighs with his head tilting back. He actually moans when the hands gripping his hips tighten to a bruising degree.
The lips open and a tongue licks at the scabbed over skin of Ichigo's neck. Ichigo whines loudly when teeth bite into the mark; not enough to bleed, but enough to bruise.
"You had me so worried, Ichigo-kun... what if someone had taken you? What if someone touched you?" Kisuke breathes the questions into Ichigo's neck before licking up to his jaw. Ichigo tilts his head down with another whine, opening his mouth to let the tongue in. Kisuke pulls back before he reaches his doll's mouth, silver eyes glittering in the dark as they leer at Ichigo.
"'m–sorry. 'm sorry... Kisuke..." Ichigo speaks breathlessly, hazy eyes not even daring to look away. Kisuke turns around and presses Ichigo against the front door with a loud thud.
"You're so beautiful, I-chi-go. Everyone can see it. Everyone wants it–wants you. Even though you are mine!" Kisuke wraps his fingers around Ichigo's neck, just above the choker, and squeezes. "I bet everyone was looking at you, wanting a piece. Wanting you as their little doll, their little whore. I bet some of them were tempted to roofie you–take you home and fuck you while you're drugged."
"K-Kisuke~!" Ichigo arches into the hand as it squeezes even harder, cutting off his gasps for air. His nails dig into Kisuke's shoulders, trying to find something to ground him. His eyes flutter, but refuse to close.
Kisuke leans forward with his teeth bared and his hand tightening even further. "I-chi-go, who's the only one allowed to look at you?"
"Y-y-y–" Ichigo gasps, trying to answer. His eyes roll into the back of his head for only a moment. He forces them to focus on Kisuke, a choked whine attempting to leave his throat.
"Y-you!" Ichigo answers, almost too silent to be heard. Kisuke loosens his grip–just enough for Ichigo to speak and almost breathe.
"Who's the only one allowed to touch you?"
"K-Kisuke!" Ichigo calls out, still quiet and breathless. Tears start to fall down his flushed cheeks at the lack of air and the want–the need for Kisuke.
"Who's the only one allowed to want you?" Kisuke hisses, pressing his body even closer.
"K-Kisuke, y-you!" Ichigo bucks his hips up with a whine, wanting more pressure on his hardening cock. "P-please... please...!"
"Beg. Beg for me to fuck you. Beg for me to take you!" Kisuke tightens his grip again, making Ichigo's eyes roll back into his head again while his back arches off the door.
He struggles to form the words, his hands reaching up to grab Kisuke's wrist. Drool starts to dribble out of his mouth as his legs tighten and pull Kisuke closer.
"P-pl-l–ee–K-Ki–" Ichigo writhes in Kisuke's hold, his sobs literally caught in his throat. He tries everything to wordlessly beg for Kisuke.
A shaking hand finally slides up to Kisuke's hold and digs its fingers between the neck and the hand. Ichigo rips it off with a strength he normally hides and doesn't even bother to take a moment to breathe.
He leans forward with his entire weight and kisses Kisuke with bone-crushing need. Ichigo barely takes any breaths between his kisses, until he finally forcefully pries open the older man's mouth to dive his tongue in.
Want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it.
Fuck me, please please pleasepleasepleaseplease.
I'm yours. I was always yours! Take it! Take it!
Ichigo cries out loudly when his head is forcefully pulled back by a death grip around his hair. Stars burst across his sight as Kisuke bites into the mark he left, making it bleed once more.
He finally takes the moment to get oxygen back into his brain, panting for breath while staring up at the spinning ceiling. Kisuke moves them from the door and deeper into the dark penthouse.
A broken mewl leaves Ichigo's mouth unbidden when he's suddenly dropped on a soft surface, Kisuke falling on top of him and grinding his own hips into Ichigo's. The alcohol made his time perception so skewed, he didn't even realize they were already in the bedroom.
"K-Kisuke~! Kisuke please!" Ichigo pleads, begs, cries before he grabs Kisuke's head and kisses him again. Ichigo moans at the taste of blood, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his teeth throb in hunger with the quickening beat of his heart.
He forces his tongue inside Kisuke's mouth again and tangles it with Kisuke's, fighting for a dominance he doesn't care for–unless Kisuke wants him to. Ichigo uses his weight and his legs wrapped around thin hips to roll them around.
Kisuke groans at Ichigo's hips rolling into his, rubbing their hard-ons between them. He drags his hands up Ichigo's waist, scratching at his skin as he slides up Ichigo's shirt.
Ichigo whines when the older man breaks the kiss, the string of saliva connected between them breaking after his shirt is roughly pulled up and over his head. "Please! Please, please, please~! 'm yours–yours to take! Please, please pleasepleaseplease–"
Kisuke shushes Ichigo with another kiss, licking into his mouth and mapping every corner, sitting up to do so. Ichigo moans loudly in delight and claws through pale blonde hair to get closer. The pale blonde ends the kiss and roughly grabs Ichigo's jaw, making him whine at the creaking pain.
"I won't stop. Not until I'm done. I have to make you mine!" Kisuke snarls with wild eyes, mouth so close to Ichigo's, the orange haired man could feel every time his lips moved.
Ichigo whines loudly, his mouth partially open and eyes half-lidded. "Always been yours. Always, always, always. Please, Kisuke... please!"
Kisuke growls and roughly pushes forward with his hand around Ichigo's jaw and forces him onto his back. He leans back, releasing Ichigo's jaw, and drags his nails back down Ichigo's waist towards his jeans.
Ichigo barely has time to realize he was completely naked before Kisuke forces open his legs and leans down. A scream rips from Ichigo's throat when something warm and tight wraps around his entire dick.
"A-ah–K-K'suke~!" Ichigo howls with hands scrabbling for purchase around messy locks of blonde hair and legs twitching to close when Kisuke sucks. He cries out when the man groans around his dick from him pulling at his hair.
Hazy eyes flutter open, dazedly staring at the ceiling before looking down. An already flushed face burns even hotter when Ichigo spots quicksilver eyes leering up at him through pale eyelashes. Ichigo's hips twitch and buck at the sight, a mewl leaving his mouth with pleasure zapping up his spine.
Kisuke slowly rises from Ichigo's cock and smiles sharply at him. "Keep watching me. Don't even close your eyes for a second."
Ichigo almost manages to nod before three fingers are forced into his mouth. He hums in delight, eyes fluttering as his teeth bite against the fingers, just barely stopping himself from biting all the way through.
Iron floods his mouth when he starts to suck on the three fingers, wrapping his tongue around them when Kisuke pushes in further. He aches to bite through flesh, his teeth lightly gnawing on the bleeding fingers.
Kisuke hums softly at the stunning picture Ichigo makes below him. Hazy eyes, messy hair, a flushed face, a dark red bruise above his choker, and swollen lips wrapped tightly around three fingers with his legs forced apart and his cock twitching.
Ichigo's eyes almost roll into the back of his head with a loud whine when Kisuke wraps his other hand around his cock. A chuckle leaves the man's mouth at Ichigo's twitching hips and quiet moans once he starts to stroke up and down.
"Good boy." Kisuke pulls back his fingers, watching Ichigo try to chase after them. Blood and spit cover the three fingers in a pinkish hue as Kisuke traces them against Ichigo's body.
"M-mm!" Ichigo bucks his hips up into the hand wrapped around his dick. "P-please. Please... Kisuke..."
"Use your words, doll," Kisuke states, barely picking up his strokes. Ichigo's whine gets cut off when he startles, spit-coated fingers brushing against his butt crack.
"I-I don't–I never–I-I–" Ichigo stares into Kisuke's eyes with pleasure and fear combining. Kisuke stops stroking Ichigo's dick, but keeps a tight grip around it while he slowly traces the rim of Ichigo's asshole.
He leans closer and hovers his mouth over Ichigo's. "It's alright. I'm only going to take all of what you can give me... I-chi-go."
Kisuke watches with rapt attention as Ichigo's head falls limp against the bed, mouth opening with a warbling keen and eyes fluttering. He sinks the first finger even deeper, a silent groan falling from his mouth at the fluttering tightness.
It was slightly uncomfortable, and not gentle, but Ichigo forces his hips to roll against the finger. Ichigo hisses out a breath at the tightness of it all, overwhelmed and completely in the hands of his beautiful lover.
"Beautiful. So beautiful... I should take my time... but I've waited so long. I've waited too long to take you," Kisuke murmurs before he forces a second finger in. Ichigo clenches his eyes shut with a whine, hands lowering to claw at Kisuke's shoulders.
"N-no–can't–I–fast–t-t' fast! I–"
"Shh. Relax and look at me, sweetheart," Kisuke speaks softly as he starts to pump his hand around Ichigo's cock. Ichigo whines, arching his back at the burn when the fingers in his ass start to move. His eyes force themselves open, staring aimlessly at the man above him.
"My pretty doll... such a good boy for me." Kisuke hums, scissoring open his fingers in Ichigo's ass while picking up the pace around Ichigo's cock. Ichigo whines again, trying to buck into both hands despite the burn.
The pleasure curls around his lower stomach as pants leaves his mouth. "K'suke... please, please, please pleasepleaseplease. I-I can't–I can't–I-I'm–mm~!"
Ichigo's eyes flutter and roll back into his head while his back arches off the bed. Everything turned white as he cums, barely feeling the warm substance splattering on his stomach. The third finger being thrust in is completely unnoticed with the wave of euphoria blazing through Ichigo's mind.
Hot burning coals are pressed into his stomach before exploding out across his skin. Ichigo wails at the feeling and snaps his head back, legs attempting to close.
The searing burn of three fingers stretching his hole too quickly muddles with his already hazy mind as they continuously press against his prostate. Ichigo feels his dick twitch at the constant pleasure mixing with lowering high from his orgasm.
He sobs, hands reaching up to grip at covered shoulders. Kisuke chuckles loudly and gives the younger man a small bit of mercy by releasing his cock. His fingers don't stop, even when he teases a fourth around the stretched and sensitive rim.
"N-n-no~! I-I–" Ichigo's pleas are cut off by a hot mouth smothering his. His eyes flutter back open, almost completely blind by the stars bursting in them.
Kisuke dives his tongue into Ichigo's mouth, shoving it past his tongue before tangling it. He hums quietly before pulling back along with his fingers.
"I can't take it anymore. You're stretched enough for it to fit," Kisuke snarls, both hands latching onto Ichigo's waist, gripping around the red hand marks already starting to show.
Pleasure, fear, hysteria, and want all mix together at the statement. Ichigo whines loudly and weakly attempts to press his hands against Kisuke's chest.
"Won't–won' fit–I–I never–I don't–I don't think–" Ichigo cuts himself off with a whimper when Kisuke's hard cock kisses his sensitive and twitching rim.
"Shh. Ichigo-kun, just relax... I'll make it fit if I have to... just look at me–only look at me..." Kisuke hums reassuringly with a sharp smile. Ichigo whines and nods with no hesitation, legs tensing in preparation.
First it was pressure. Despite the quick prep, it managed to at least stretch everything enough for the tip of Kisuke's cock to easily slide in. The pressure only lasted a few scant moments before it started to burn.
A broken mewl escapes Ichigo's partially opened mouth. It kept going deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Ichigo's back arches and his fingers claw through Kisuke's shirt and into his shoulders.
"K-Kisuke! I-I can't–I can't–so–ssnh!" Legs thrash as Kisuke forces his cock to fit into the extremely tight hole. Kisuke groans loudly with his eyes clenched shut and his head tilted back, ignoring Ichigo's cries.
It felt better than he imagined. It felt addicting. It is addicting. Ichigo is addicting and Kisuke will gladly be the only addict of his.
Short and breathless pants leave Ichigo as warmth becomes flush with his ass. His entire spine was liquid fire and he was sure he was filled past the brim. Tears fell from his eyes like a broken faucet, from pleasure or pain, he didn't know.
It hurt. It hurt so much and it was–it was absolutely wonderful.
"I-I-I–full–t-t' full! I–" Ichigo cries loudly when Kisuke leans over him, pushing his cock impossibly deeper "–please, please, please! I–mhn!"
"Shh. Darling, you did it... oh you're so lovely, so sweet for me," Kisuke moans breathlessly, forcing his face to be in Ichigo's eyesight. Tawny eyes immediately focus on the quicksilver eyes that can never be ignored.
Kisuke takes one of Ichigo's hands and brings it towards Ichigo's stomach. A mewl echoes throughout the room and rings in Ichigo's own ears when his hand is placed on top of his stomach.
There was a small bulge poking up against his stomach. Kisuke presses the hands further against the bulge, making Ichigo almost screech at the pressure.
"Such a good boy. You took all of me... pretty doll, can you feel it?" Kisuke releases his grip on Ichigo's hand to grab his hip once more. Ichigo's limp hand stays on his stomach, groaning from both the pain and the sudden loss of the bulge when Kisuke slowly pulls back.
Kisuke snaps his hips forward, thrusting all the way in. A scream is torn from Ichigo's throat, shattering and oh so beautiful. The bulge pokes against Ichigo's hand, making Kisuke groan at the slight pressure. He ignores the thrashing legs around his thighs and the blood dripping from the nails piercing his shoulder.
He pulls back again, making Ichigo whine this time, and watches his cock slowly ease out of the hole forced to be gaping. His eyes remain fixated on the twitching hole as it closes around the tip of his cock, like it never wants the cock to leave. Kisuke thrusts in almost as hard as the last thrust, watching the reddening rim stretch and suck around his large cock.
Cum spurting from Ichigo's cock distracts him from the enthralling sight and makes his head snap up. Ichigo's mouth was agape in a quiet and broken wail, his back arched and his head thrown back in his climax. His hand clawed into his stomach as the small bulge returned and his legs twitched in a futile attempt to thrash against the aggressive pleasure.
"Such a sensitive sweet thing you are..." Kisuke pulls back and thrusts deep once again. "Such a perfect doll for me, and only me. No one can see you like this... do you understand me?"
Ichigo sobs when another harsh thrust forces the pleasure to prolong even longer. Everything was burning–searing. He couldn't see and he could barely even think. The pain, burning, searing, screaming, made him fall deeper and deeper into obsession for more. He wanted more–he needed more. He wanted Kisuke to hurt him more. He needed it. Needed him.
A hand snakes around Ichigo's throat and almost completely crushes his windpipe by the tight grip. Ichigo eyes stare aimlessly up into eyes full of dark promises and absolute horrors. He couldn't even gasp for air.
"If anyone sees you like this, I'll kill you. I'll gut you like a fish and squeeze your heart until it pops in my hands. I'll make you watch. Do you understand me? No one can look at you like this. No one. Only me!" A maniacal grin stretches across Kisuke's face, practically splitting it in half.
Ichigo strapped to a table. Kisuke cutting him open. Clamping the skin open before grabbing each rib with his own hands and breaking them away. Hands teasing fleshy lungs while Kisuke sits on top of the writhing man. Hands touching at a heart that was always his to do whatever he wants with.
Grabbing the rapidly beating heart and squeezing. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Until–
Ichigo feels a rush of air fill his lungs before it's ripped out by another thrust. His body slides up against the bed by the force of it. His hands travel up and grab fistfuls of blonde hair before dragging Kisuke down.
He forces his tongue into Kisuke, moaning with each thrust into his searing hole. His cock twitches, slowly rising to attention once more as he battles with Kisuke for dominance.
"Mm–mnh! Mmhmm! Yes, yes, yes! I–I understa–aahn~" Ichigo voices his answer through his lightheadedness and the haze around his mind. His head is thrown back with a screech as Kisuke's dick thrusts right against his prostate.
White stars burst in his eyes as the thrusts get faster and rougher, each one hitting his prostate and making his mind crack even more. He feels teeth dig into the wound on his neck, already clotting up and drying. He tilts his head to the side to give the teeth more room; a moan of appreciation because of it makes Ichigo's eyes flutter.
Ichigo almost rips away clumps of hair as he arches into the harsh bite into his neck. A heaving wail is torn from his broken throat as he cums once more.
"So tight!" Kisuke groans loudly and continues to rut into the vice grip surrounding his dick. He almost growls as he feels the pleasure curl in his stomach and his balls draw up.
Kisuke thrusts in three more times before latching on and truly biting Ichigo's neck. His vision greys out as he cums, nails piercing through Ichigo's skin around his hips. He thrusts again at Ichigo's broken moan and slight buck up against Kisuke's hips.
Ichigo's hands go limp and fall to the bed by his head. His eyes grow heavy and fall shut.
Kisuke chuckles and reaches a hand up to caress Ichigo's cheek. "Tired already? Pretty doll, I'm not finished with you yet... will you let me continue while you rest?"
Ichigo hums softly, the sound cutting out halfway. He buries his face into the hand against his cheek and sighs softly. Everything started to float as Ichigo hung on the precipice between consciousness and unconsciousness.
"Hm... You drank quite a bit and now you're all tuckered out," Kisuke sighs quietly with a wide smile. His cock twitches inside Ichigo, but remains flaccid.
"I guess we can rest... but you owe me another night." Kisuke wraps his arms around Ichigo and lifts him up.
Ichigo whines softly at the movement, eyes fluttering as the cock presses against his prostate. Kisuke shushes him softly and lays back against the bed, keeping Ichigo on top of him.
Ichigo attempts to adjust, mewling as shocks of pleasure zap up his spine. He's still full–too full.
He stops moving when hands tighten around his hips and pulls him closer. Ichigo's mouth opens with a quiet moan, his legs twitching at the sudden, constant, pressure against his prostate.
His eyes flutter close before his head drops into the crook of Kisuke's neck. Kisuke hums quietly and presses a gentle kiss to Ichigo's temple.
"Sweet thing, you deserve to relax and rest..." Ichigo fades into the fuzzy warmth of nothingness "...pretty doll, thank you..."
"Beastie, can I ask you something? I want you to be honest, okay?" Masaki speaks quietly, gently scrubbing the soap against seven year old Ichigo's back. Ichigo nods with a small hum, still playing with his rubber ducks.
"Why did you hurt your dojo instructor?" Ichigo freezes at the question, tensing up. Masaki chuckles quietly and runs a hand through her son's hair.
Ichigo stays silent, slightly curling into himself. "He... Tats said he scared her. Kept being near her and kept... touching her. No one–none of the adults believed her and I-I–"
Masaki hums quietly, her shoulders relaxing in something close to relief. She nudges Ichigo's shoulder and helps him turn to face her.
"Is that why she got you that gift, beastie?"
Ichigo keeps his eyes pointed towards the water while he slowly nods his head. Masaki smiles and gently lifts Ichigo's chin so that they were staring at each other. A smile, empty and only full of love, spread across her face as she holds her son's face between her hands.
"My beautiful beastie. I'm so proud of you, keeping Tatsuki-chan safe like that. But, you have to be careful. Some people don't understand our form of love, okay? Do you understand me, beastie?" Masaki speaks softly with her voice pitched low just in case.
Ichigo beams at the praise and nods his head. He reaches up and holds the hands still holding his face.
"I understand, Mama! I'll be careful. Promise!" Ichigo whispers, a bit louder than Masaki, but still quiet enough.
Masaki giggles and pulls her beautiful monster into a hug. "Ichigo... no matter what you do in life, you'll always be my beastie, my beautiful monster."
Ichigo wakes with barely a jump, eyes snapping open. He stares wide-eyed out towards the dark skyline while awareness and consciousness begin to set in.
His neck throbbed in a delicious ache of pain, pulsing in sync with his asshole. Warmth completely surrounded him, inside and out. Ichigo attempts to adjust his legs and has to bite his bottom lip to stop the sudden moan attempting to burst from his chest.
Pleasure crawls up his spine before settling in his stomach, his hole instinctively clenching around the cock still deep inside him. Ichigo releases a shaky breath and opens his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them.
"What...?" Ichigo slowly and carefully sits up with his hands clenched around the comforter below his pillow. His pillow makes a small huffing noise at the loss of warmth on top of his chest before relaxing.
Ichigo blinks at the beautiful image before him. His teeth clench as they ache to leave a mark against the fair skin.
Kisuke laid below him, arms once securely wrapped around his waist, but now loosely hanging over his hips. His head was surrounded by a halo of pale blonde hair, curled and messy and for once out of Kisuke's face.
Ichigo's eyes trail further down, noting the unbuttoned shirt still on Kisuke's frame and the stains of dried blood against his skin, before landing on his own stomach. A small whimper, hoarse and barely even able to escape Ichigo's throat, is the only sound in the silent room as Ichigo stares at the small bulge poking out from his stomach.
Goosebumps raise across his skin as his hips twitch, a blaze alighting his nerves when the cock inside him barely rubs against his prostate. Fuck.
Ichigo tilts his head back with a small sigh and tries to think back on last night. He remembers coming home, and he remembers Kisuke grabbing him before he fell when he opened the door. But then... everything else was fuzzy.
There was a hand on his throat, squeezing. Then there was pain and pleasure and quicksilver eyes that always makes the breath stall in Ichigo's lungs.
A stuttering exhale leaves Ichigo's mouth before he opens his eyes to stare up at the dark ceiling. A red-hot blush quickly crawls up his neck and ears, completely burning his entire face. His first time was with Kisuke...
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
I want to give him everything.
I want to crawl into his skin.
Eat his heart, so no one can take him
Steal him away from me!
Ichigo licks the back of his teeth when another curl of pleasure alights his nerves at the thought. He quickly shakes his head and forces the thoughts into the back of his mind before looking back down at the sleeping Kisuke.
His head tilts before he glances towards the alarm clock sitting innocently on Kisuke's nightstand. 4:38 AM.
"I don't think I've seen Kisuke sleep so peacefully... he'll get hungry when he wakes up..." Ichigo thinks back on the night before, vaguely recalling how he never texted him that he would be drinking with friends.
His chest feels tight and a burning feeling, that wasn't a part of the pain, crawls up his throat at the thought. Kisuke must have been so worried for him... it was at least a few hours after he originally texted he'd be home soon...
Ichigo moves his hands to be on either side of Kisuke's waist and takes a deep breath. An almost silent hiss leaves his mouth as he slowly lifts himself up and off of Kisuke's cock. Ichigo bites his lip at the feeling of cum slowly dripping down his thighs from his hole and ignores how his own cock twitches.
Apology breakfast first.
Ichigo carefully crawls over to the edge of the bed and bends down to grab his briefs from inside his jeans before quickly slipping them on. He takes a deep breath and attempts to stand up, only for his legs to give out and force him to sit back down.
At least he's free for the next couple of days... Ichigo doesn't acknowledge his burning face before he successfully stands up after another try.
He'll clean himself up before making breakfast. And then maybe make some matcha? He hates it that he probably made Kisuke worry about him... yeah, that seems like a good plan...
The most delicious smell of pancakes and chocolate is the first and only thing needed to wake Kisuke up fully aware. The first thing Kisuke notices after waking up is that Ichigo was nowhere near him, or even in the bedroom after a cursory glance around.
He can't remember the last time he slept that deeply. Well, deeply for him. It's surprising that Ichigo getting off of him didn't wake him up in the slightest.
Kisuke sits up with a grunt, running a hand through his hair before he gets out of bed. He fixes his pants as he walks out of the bedroom.
Something sizzling echoes through the penthouse, followed by the sound of an egg cracking. Kisuke walks silently towards the kitchen quietly smelling the delicious scent in the air. He stops in the entrance to the kitchen as something just more than possessiveness squeezes his heart.
Ichigo stood over the stove dressed in one of Kisuke's haoris and boxer briefs. His choker was detached from his neck and resting on a towel, bandages replacing its spot. Black and purple bruises covered both of his hips and completely surrounded the parts of his neck that weren't wrapped in bandages.
Kisuke could almost purr at the sight. Ichigo decided to grab a haori to wear, further showing who owned him. The remnants of last night's episode urges Kisuke to bite another mark on Ichigo's neck. He pushes it back and walks into the kitchen.
Ichigo jumps slightly when he feels arms wrap around his waist. He smiles and leans back into the strong body hugging him from behind.
"...morning..." Ichigo's voice was completely gone and his face winced from the pain. "Sleep... well...?"
"I did! But, it would've been better if I woke up to someone laying with me," Kisuke murmurs against Ichigo's shoulder before kissing it gently.
"...make breakfast... apology." Ichigo flips the eggs in the pan.
Kisuke blinks before he smiles against the shoulder. "You're too sweet to me, darling."
A soft silence surrounds the two with the delicious scent of pancakes, eggs, and chocolate. Kisuke raises his head a bit and kisses the bandages wrapped around his boyfriend's neck.
"Are you free tomorrow?" Kisuke asks quietly before kissing higher, closer to Ichigo's jaw.
Ichigo exhales loudly at the kisses and tilts his head to give Kisuke more room. He scoops the eggs off of the pan with a spatula and onto a plate filled with chocolate chip pancakes.
"Yeah... next two days..." He answers while he drops some butter into the pan. He grabs two more eggs and waits for the butter to melt.
Kisuke hums thoughtfully, pressing his lips more securely over the bandages. He lightly nibbles at the bandages, making Ichigo sigh.
"I want to introduce you to Benihime tomorrow. It's a long drive, but we can stay the night," Kisuke states while his arms tighten just a bit around Ichigo's waist. They tighten further when the younger man tenses.
Ichigo slowly goes back to cooking, cracking open the eggs against the pan. "Talk with... her?"
"She prefers to live with very... little technology in her daily life. I promise you she won't mind if it's you," Kisuke reassures, mouth slightly twitching in amusement at the memory.
Benihime doesn't trust technology. Not when she's a known figure in the underworld, despite being mostly in the background. And if she wants to see Kisuke, she can just visit herself–or send their personal code to the man if it's dire.
"...'kay... food first..." Ichigo lifts the pan as emphasis, making Kisuke chuckle.
"We can eat first. Thank you for cooking breakfast, darling." Ichigo hums and finally turns his head, leaving a gentle kiss on Kisuke's forehead. He flips the eggs and waits for them to cook.
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! Finally! A chapter! Woo! And, it's a long one with some long awaited smut!
Couldn't get Benihime in this chapter, but I PROMISE you all, next chapter our Queen will be introduced.
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye!
WhovianWhoudini