DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH.
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Chapter 14
When Shuuhei went home with a ruined shirt and inflamed fists, Ichigo immediately knew where he had gone to. It was late at night and he was restless… the berry kept on blaming himself. If something happened to his lover, he would not know what to do.
Ichigo really wanted to wring the other man's neck for doing something so stupid and reckless, but he was also relieved that he was back in one piece.
"You—you idiot!" Ichigo yelled at the man, then practically ran at him to wind his arms around him tightly. He sobbed into the man's ruined shirt. "You fucking idiot… look at you, you ruined your shirt…"
The tattooed man wrapped his arms around the berry. He used his index finger to lift the berry's chin, so their eyes would meet. He then gently kissed him. "I'm sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you."
Both men sat on the couch as Ichigo carefully wrapped some bandages around Shuuhei's swollen knuckles. The older man was just looking at his lover, just silently appreciating his tender beauty. The one hand that had already been bandaged held the berry's small of the back. He just had to pull the hand the other was working on to caress the berry's cheek.
"Dumbass, stop that, we need to get that fixed…" the berry was silenced when Shuuhei's lips landed on his.
"I love you…" he whispered to the berry's lips, then ravished it once more with a fevered kiss. His one hand was gently rubbing the berry's small of the back.
Both Shuuhei's hands lifted the seam of Ichigo's shirt and caressed his sides, then turned his attention to the berry's very sensitive nipples. While still ravishing the berry's lips with hot insistent kisses, his deft fingers were torturously pinching and twisting his nipples. Both men groaned in pleasure. The kiss was briefly stopped, only to pull the berry's shirt over his head.
The older man's hands went back to pleasuring his lover. Ichigo feverishly unbuttoned the other's ruined shirt while the other was unbuttoning his once comfortable jeans.
As soon as the tattooed man's shirt was off, the berry proceeded to trail butterfly kisses on his torso while his hands busied themselves unbuttoning the other's slacks.
"Oh gods, you feel so good…" Shuuhei moaned as the berry slipped his slacks off of him along with his boxers and licked the tip of his cock. The berry took all of him in and the older man groaned even louder as his cock connected with the back of the berry's throat. Ichigo was loathe to stop what he was doing nor ask his lover to get the lube so he just did the most logical thing in this situation; he slathered his saliva on the other's cock. He wanted Shuuhei in him that badly.
The berry practically scrambled to take off both his jeans and boxers. He then straddled his lover and positioned his entrance over the other's cock.
"Wait, baby, wait, I haven't stretched—" but he stopped and gawked at Ichigo, as the berry slathered his saliva once more, this time on his fingers and rode those instead.
The erotic sight made the tattooed man buck into Ichigo unintentionally. He then kissed Ichigo passionately while one hand removed the berry's fingers from his slightly stretched entrance. Then he flipped the berry on his back and positioned himself in between his legs. He held the both the berry's hands over his head, while he spit on his other hand to slather more saliva on his cock.
"Please, Shuu, I want you in me so bad. Fuck me, fuck me please." The berry lustfully pleaded, with half lidded eyes and bucking hips.
With Ichigo writhing underneath him, he just could not stand it. He thrust himself a bit roughly into the berry, but he couldn't care less. He let go of the berry's hands so that he could position himself properly, to better hit his lover's sweet spot. And hit it he did, with every snap of his hips.
His thrusting was becoming more erratic, he knew he was getting close. He gripped the berry's hips so hard it would bruise. With Ichigo's arms around his neck and kissing him with fervor, he was almost there. One of the berry's hands snaked in between their bodies to rub his own neglected member, and they both came simultaneously with a relieved sigh. They rode their post orgasm haze with a few more thrusts and the deal was done.
"Please don't do anything stupid again…" Ichigo whispered, almost fearfully, thinking of the consequences as if it was happening real time.
"I promise." Shuuhei pulled out of the berry, but stayed in his arms.
"Good." The berry then kissed him once more. The older man stood up from their comfortable position on the couch and proceeded to lift the berry up bridal style.
"What the fuck are you doing?" the berry yelped. "I'm no girl! I can walk!"
To this Shuuhei only smiled as he carried Ichigo to their bedroom, possibly for another round.
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A/N: yep, nothing like hot make up sex to smooth out tension. XD
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