The last two days were good being out of the hospital. Ichigo was finding his feet and with the extra space and freedom the apartment gave him, Ichigo found himself wanting to do more for himself. The basics that Stark had taught him about his self care seemed to come easily into play once he had established where everything was. The regime continued of Starks early arrival, massages, getting washed and dressed and then lessons on braille, before lunch, a rest then working on further independence till early evening. Ichigo had built his stamina up in the hospital to only require quiet times instead of sleeping and once home he'd wanted to continue that and mostly did bar the first day which was quite exhausting. Early to bed seemed to work in his favour although it narrowed his time with his partner more, but the older man seemed content to sit in bed of an evening reading to himself so he could be close to Ichigo.
"Ichi…" Aizen stopped when he rounded the bedroom door. His breath hitched in his throat and the matter he wanted to talk about had fluttered away with all his thoughts. Ichigo lay across the bed, he wasn't sleeping, just resting. His fingers were touching a book its pages full of text and yet they traced some invisible line that followed the words the boy would never see again. There was just something so poignant about it. It wasn't yearning, it wasn't misery or regret. It was almost as if he was paused. Yes that was it, his life had paused and any minute now the play button would start him off again. But the young man had turned a corner. He was no longer the scared creature that had trashed his own home in sheer panic and utter fear. No instead he had grown somehow and was just waiting inside his chrysalis waiting to emerge into a butterfly.
So lost was he in his silent reverence of a paperback, that he hadn't heard Aizen approaching the bed until it dipped behind him. His head lifted to look in the most probably direction of his lover. The shirt he wore showed the etched lines of a body used to working out, skin that screamed to be touched. His nipples showed through the fabric in tiny peaks that needed attention. That long neck was tilted and taunting its inner desires. Then that face with pink tinged cheeks and smooth wrinkle free youth. "Hi." Ichigo smiled warmly showing his ripe lips and striking white teeth and Aizen melted just a little more. A hand rested on the boys hip grounding him there, holding him prisoner so not to move from that wonderful position. Without thinking of his reserve, he bent to touch his lips against the boys and received a surprised but welcome groan. They parted enough for Aizen to push his erection gently against Ichigo's rear and rub the tips of their noses. Ichigo gave off a playful chuckle as Aizen's stubble rubbed his face.
"You haven't shaved yet."
"You'd like me to?" Aizen breathed heavily rubbing that stubble in small circles down the boys chin and then his neck.
"…Mmg…no…." Aizen kept his eyes glued on Ichigo's, they dipped and fluttered showing his enjoyment.
"What have you been doing instead of resting?"
"Stark is going to start teaching me how to read books."
"But you've been doing some braille?"
"Easy stuff. I miss my books..."
"That sounds like he resisted."
"He said I wasn't ready."
"Are you?"
"Yeah."
"Are you ready Ichigo?" The master asked his subservient as his hand drifted up the shirt to touch the soft trembling stomach.
"More than ready." Was huskily breathed back.
"I could read to you, would you like that?"
"I'd love…" Ichigo paused to moan as that hand slid across his clothed groin. Its size had already been growing and now was pressing in its confines. "Anything you wanted to do."
Aizen idly stroked the mess of gold resting on his chest. It had grown similar to owning a lap cat, only this wasn't some ginger tom purring, it was Ichigo and his adorable contented sighs.
"You've lost my page." Aizen picked his book up and tapped Ichigo lightly on the head with it. He thumbed Ichigo's heaving stomach as the boy panted, whilst he rested his book on his thigh and looked for his lost page. Ichigo's breathing was slowly evening out now that he'd cooled down their interaction. It was taking a while, but Aizen remained resolute on his approach.
"Why?" Ichigo asked quietly.
"Erm?" The older man tried to sound unaffected, he succeeded to Ichigo's ears at least.
"Why…I thought…I thought you wanted me." It had taken a lot of courage for Ichigo to voice it, but this continual heating up and cooling off was making Ichigo's confidence drop. He took hold of the hand stroking him and removed it from his person so he could sit up dropping his legs over the side of the bed. He dragged his fingers through his hair and let out a long sigh. "Wouldn't it be less cruel to just tell me now…to stop the charade?"
"Tell you what?" Ichigo felt the mattress move, and he didn't want those long sweet arms to hold him again, but they did, grabbing him around his torso and pulling him into Aizen's chest.
"How many times do we need to visit this conversation?"
"I don't know…till you tell me the truth."
"Or until you believe it?"
"Sosuke." Ichigo breathed. "I want to…but I can't cope with this…almost there business. I need…"
"What do you need?"
"Please…" How did he say it without being crude? "Show me then, let me feel it." Make it real and unforgettable he thought. He turned his head upwards to the face over his shoulder and let his shoulders follow through until his body twisted in the hold and was straining on bended legs to stay in that embrace. "I want you. I need you…don't you need it to?" Searching fingers reached to the face his memory didn't want to forget and to etch the feeling of skin and sinew with a hazy understanding of the man's looks. Brown tendrils of hair slid between his fingers, a graceful arch of a brow, the rise of a nose and the dip between lips.
"Do you know what I want to do?" Ichigo shook his head, he hadn't lost that silent form of communication that his lover had, a sort of disabled by association thing. "I want to force you deep into the mattress; have you scream my name and dig your fingernails into my shoulders so hard they bleed. I want to bury myself deep and hard inside you and I can barely think of anything else. That's why. I can't do that to you and so it is safer to do nothing."
Ichigo was smiling and Aizen couldn't stop himself from ripping that look of his face with a searing kiss that thrust his tongue forcefully into the boys mouth. He didn't want to see happiness, he wanted to see expressions that boarded on pain, but were in fact entrenched in utter submissive sexual gratification. He wanted Ichigo so badly right now it was all he could do to tug him back on the bed and not rape his sightless body. He was rigid and hot and at the point of no return.
"Ughggg." Ichigo gurgled for release to breath and Aizen reeled himself in to hover just about the gasping red head and mentally scolding himself. "Don't." Ichigo's hold around him tightened in what he thought was fear and Sosuke prepared himself for a knock back. "Don't retreat." Ichigo was holding on for all he was worth, he wasn't going to let Aizen leave him high and dry again. He'd felt that moment of panic, that moment when abandoned lust become tight and thoughtful. The man was preparing to move away and he wouldn't allow it. "I want this. I really want this."
"You are sure?" After all, Aizen said he would wait until Ichigo was ready, but unknowingly he had pushed the boy into sexual frustration through neglect.
"You know what I want?"
"Not unless you tell me."
"I want to be fucked." Ichigo heard the man gasp. "I want to be fucked so hard that I can feel every spring in this mile thick mattress and I want it so hard that I won't even be able to walk once you've finished!"
"I think I might be able to manage that." Ichigo smiled at the peck on his nose. "I had hoped to make love to you first, but your dirty mouth has gone right to my groin."
"Fuck me." Ichigo whispered. "Let me feel your balls at my crack."
"Ichigo.." Aizen sucked on the boys sinful lips. "I really really want to." And he showed just how much by rolling his hips against Ichigo's thigh. The encased penis was like a slab of stone.
"Put your cock in me." Ichigo let a hand slid to his partner's swollen bulge. "Big fucking cock." Ichigo panted lustily. "I want your big fat cock in my ass."
Ichigo felt the air whoosh from his lungs as he was unceremoniously tugged towards the middle of the bed and smothered by a red hot male steaming with urgent need. Lips seared his skin as stubble scrabbled and tore at his neck. Hands roughly groped at his clothes and began tugging in frustration when they didn't pull away quick enough. He had to admit, he suddenly felt quite scared that he had unleashed something he couldn't cope with. Aizen had gone mindless on him and without his sight, he didn't know what to expect. He whimpered as the stubble slid down his chest roughly grazing over each nipple, it followed down the trail of his disappearing clothes and without warning engulfed his cock so deep, the stubble rubbed on his balls and thighs. He screamed, part fear, part enjoyment. Aizen's fingers nipped at his nipples and pushed at his rear. He'd asked for this, he's asked and now the adrenalin was pumping so fast around him, his head swam. Excitement built, god he was too excited. Yes he wanted this, this was the stuff he dreamed about, with the man he dreamed about. He only had to trust Aizen wouldn't hurt him and so far there was no reason to think he would.
Sosuke sucked and licked, working Ichigo's hot cock listening to the sounds of strangled pleasure rip from his throat. He'd make the boy forget there was anything wrong with him, he'd make him forget anyone else who had ever touched him. By the end of this he would he putty in his hands.
He looked up to watch Ichigo's contorted face, to watch those heady breaths leave his open lips, his face twist from fear to total submission. His stomach, so flat and perfect was jumpy, more so as the boy headed towards the first of many releases. He pressed fingers into the tight pulsing hole, probably harder than he would have normally, but the arching of Ichigo's back and the sudden throbbing surge of sperm in his mouth, told him his timing had been perfect.
With no time to rest, Ichigo writhed and cried out as Aizen sent a frenzied attack on every inch of his skin. Lips stubble and finger nails, assaulted every part of his body, leaving his pulsing with pleasure without his cock even being touched. A long tongue delved into his opening, forcing its way in, raping his soul of every tangible moment of pleasure and leaving him whimpering. Ichigo never knew he could come just from that wicked tongue and those dreadful fingers that pinched him raw. But it just felt too good and went on so long. He screamed with this orgasm, it was so different from a normal one, a slow building rather than an explosion that got just from his cock.
"Have you had enough yet?" Aizen purred slithering up the cum drenched body, not minding his clothes were getting dirty. Ichigo was panting too hard to answer but he shook his head. "What should I do now Ichigo, what should I do?"
"Your cock…" Ichigo gasped at the stubble rubbing over a taut nipple. "…f…" He held back a groan hearing Aizen's zipper. "Oh god…Fuck me…" He whimpered.
"Soon enough." The dominant man smirked licking the nipple offered up to him. Whilst he hand searched down the boy's body to grasp the already back and weeping penis nestled in the forest of semen tainted curls.
He formed a firm fist, stroking the boy's length with his thumb continually teasing the weeping hole. The nail jabbed into the hole's edge, rubbing, agitating and tormenting. Ichigo's body convulsed and shook with spasms of pleasure so close already as his cock was far too sensitive for this treatment. The rhythm remained firm, predictable, forcing him forward to the inevitable end. Aizen kept him rooted to the bed with a knee on one shoulder allowing the kid to reach his own freed member and stroke with similar speed and force. Only it wouldn't be enough to make him come.
Ichigo was almost crying now, he'd come so far so many times and the pleasure was almost unbearable.
"Please…SOSUKE!" Ichigo screamed his head turning side to side so close again, so close but not where he wanted to be which was under his lover and being pinned to the bed by a large weeping cock.
Aizen dragged it out, teasing Ichigo to his limit and pulling back before the boy came. His cock was only pushed through his flies but it was enough to impale the boy. Watching had become too much, his restraint left him. He threw Ichigo's legs over his shoulders and hastily impaled himself. There was no pause, no waiting to savour the tight heat. He just plundered in and out with as much force as he could muster. Ichigo wailed loudly his orgasm had hit him hard with the first thrust and he was left riding the high as he was jack hammered into. His cock rallied again thanks to the older man's stamina and he didn't hold back on every gasp, scream and gurgle.
His chores done, Stark stepped back into the apartment noticing instantly the sounds of loud, unrestrained sex filling the place. Unsure of where to place himself he stopped at the apex of the corridor and wondered what to do. His eyes widened in shock at seeing the housekeeper Momo, against the wall near the bedroom, her hand in her panties and rubbing like mad. Her harsh breaths unheard with Ichigo's screams.
The girl shuddered and looked at Stark with horror as his hand landed on her shoulder. He frowned at her and leaned in to pull the door shut, his eyes wishing they hadn't seen Ichigo flat on his stomach naked with a clothed Aizen Sosuke grinning at his visitors as he rammed himself into the boy.
Ichigo's body couldn't move. He was held down by the weight pressing into him, and press it did. He was sure that Aizen's cock couldn't go much deeper and yet it didn't hurt at all. Instead it inflamed him. He wanted it harder and harder, faster and faster and that's all his thoughts could think of.
Aizen's dirty talk was tripping him out, spinning him higher, he didn't know how many times this man had tipped him over the edge but there always seemed to be another ledge to fall off after.
Tiredness wasn't allowed to make itself known. He didn't have time to think on how his body moved less, it only had time to instinctively cry out or shudder at what was happening to him. This was a high he'd never got to before. Whatever this man wanted to do, Ichigo knew now that he would follow him down any road he took him. Sex wasn't meant to be this good, it wasn't real.
Aizen was finally nearing his end.
"Say my name." Aizen grunted his body tight to Ichigo's back his lips hissing into the boys ear. "Say it!" He urged him.
"Oh god…" Ichigo was almost mindless now. "Sosuke!" He whimpered his throat sore. "Sosuke!" He grunted with all the effort he could. Aizen changed his angle, hitting the entrance tightly raising his hips as high as he could to strangle out the most of this position. "SOSUKE!" Ichigo screamed losing his last shreds of his mind his body spluttered the barest cum it could find after so many releases. Several more hard forced thrusts and Aizen finally shuddered his vast quantity of cum into the boys quivering hole. He was spent in one well-earned orgasm.
They lay locked together sweating hot, exhausted and extremely relaxed.
"Do you feel it now Ichigo? How much I want you?" He stroked the damp hair at Ichigo's neck feeling the boy nod in answer. "You won't doubt me again?"
"No." Ichigo breathed.