The first time he had been in the apartment, Ichigo had that horrible hangover and had to leave so he could freshen up before meeting up with his friends. He barely had the time to look at anything, only making sure he knew which district and block he was in.

Ichigo lightly taps against the box in his arms, glancing around at the simple, but lavish decorations of Kisuke's apartment. Well... more like a penthouse... actually, with it being on the top floor and how luxurious it was... it is a penthouse.

"...I don't think I'd ever be able to live comfortably in such a luxurious place..." Ichigo mutters with an incredulous huff. It was too... spacey. Too expensive.

"It really isn't that comfortable," Kisuke admits offhandedly, standing next to the younger man, "but I needed space for my more personal projects."

"Mm," Ichigo hums, admiring the sheer amount of the skyline he was able to see. Being in one of the richer districts, and one of the first apartment buildings to be built this tall, it was clearly a quick and easy decision early on to buy the air rights of the surrounding land.

Ichigo jumps slightly when something warm lightly presses against his lower back. He turns his head and stares up at the smiling Kisuke.

"Let me give you a tour... there's a room I want you to see." Kisuke gently pushes Ichigo to walk in step with him, making his ears turn pink. Ichigo quickly places the box in his arms on the table that they pass as they walk towards the hallway.

"...what is it?" Ichigo questions quietly, eyes bright with excited curiosity. Contrary to what almost everyone who knows Ichigo thinks, he actually enjoys surprises. Life gets severely monotonous when it's filled with the experiences and burdens Ichigo had growing up.

"It's not finished, yet... but an artist needs to be the one to finish it, not some scientist like me," Kisuke says instead, still smiling. They walk down the hallway that leads to his–their bedroom, but Kisuke stops them before the only door on the right side. It was white like the walls with a silver doorknob. Inconspicuous and blank.

Kisuke takes a step back, making Ichigo raise an eyebrow at him. He just smiles innocently and waves for the orange haired man to open the door.

Ichigo rolls his eyes with a fond huff before he steps towards the door. He turns the doorknob and gently pushes the door open.

He couldn't stop the gasp from leaving his mouth even if he wanted to. Glowing white walls surrounded the room with a skyline window stretched across the entire wall directly across from the door. In a corner next to the window stood a brand new easel and a white cabinet. Shelves were nailed above the cabinet, lined with dozens of art supplies. A hammock chair hung from the other corner with a red blanket folded inside. The temperature of the room was chilly and perfect for most art supplies.

"This..." Ichigo's voice dies in his throat as he steps further into the room. He swallows back the sudden burning in his throat, rapidly blinking away the tears starting to form. A breath stutters out of his mouth while he slowly turns around to take in the entire room.

"Do you like it?" Kisuke asks, still standing in the middle of the hallway.

Ichigo laughs wetly. "Like it? Kisuke... this–this is... amazing. You–you did this all for me?"

"Of course." Kisuke finally walks closer to the doorway, smiling softly with eyes full of love. He steps into the room and stands right before Ichigo.

"You're one of the most wonderful artists I've ever met, and the most beautiful. Why wouldn't I give this to you?" Kisuke states softly while he raises his hand. Ichigo barely even flinches before it holds his cheek.

Tawny eyes flutter close as his bandaged cheek presses into the warm hand. A sigh leaves his mouth before Ichigo turns his head towards the hand. He places a gentle kiss on the calloused palm, humming with a sigh.

"I don't... I don't deserve you. This–this is... thank you, Kisuke," Ichigo speaks against the hand, opening his eyes to admire the ones watching him.

A funny feeling makes his chest itch at the stormy eyes that stare at him. Kisuke steps closer, gently rubbing the top of the bandage on Ichigo's cheek with his thumb.

"I'm the one that doesn't deserve you, Ichigo... there's one last thing. One more gift." Kisuke takes out a small red box from his pocket and lifts it up. Ichigo blinks at the shock of color before looking back at the pale blonde.

"Open it."

Ichigo takes the box from Kisuke and follows the order, not paying any attention to the hand as it casually slides down to his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath when glittering rose gold immediately catches his eye. A crimson red ruby sat in the middle of a wide rose gold choker.

"Kisuke...!" Ichigo gasps, unable to believe what was in the box. He glances up with wide eyes, making Kisuke chuckle.

"Kisuke, this–this is beautiful! I–" Ichigo cuts himself off and shakes his head, admiring the beautiful necklace. Kisuke hums softly and carefully takes the choker out of its box.

He uses the hand on Ichigo's neck to lift his chin up. "Hold still, my lovely Ichigo."

Ichigo watches eyebrows slightly pinch together in concentration as he feels the cold choker wrap around his neck. His breath slightly hitches when Kisuke tightens the necklace to be snug against peach skin, making the ruby press against his Adam's apple.

"There... red suits you," Kisuke comments quietly, his eyes focusing on Ichigo's. Ichigo swallows again, a beautiful red flush spreading from his ears to his cheeks.

"I–I love it." He lightly presses his hand against the choker and ducks his head with a bashful smile. "It's lovely, Kisuke... thank you."

"You're so cute." Ichigo's eyes snap back up when Kisuke suddenly pulls him closer. His hands instinctively rest against Kisuke's chest.

"Am I, Kisuke-san?" Ichigo tilts his head up with a small smile.

"The cutest..." Kisuke leans his head down, his lips hovering over Ichigo's. He sighs quietly as he tightens his hold around Ichigo's waist.

"You're too sweet to me," Ichigo speaks softly, pecking Kisuke's lips with a smile. He leans his head back when he hears a door faintly shutting from the living room.

"Urahara-san?" A feminine voice speaks up loudly.

Kisuke smiles brightly at the voice. "Ah! You're here! Kayama-san, I'm over here!"

"Who's that?" Ichigo asks quietly as Kisuke steps to his right and turns around. Quick footsteps click against the hardwood floor, sounding most like a pair of heels. Ichigo blinks when a young woman, maybe a little bit older than Ichigo, appears before the open door.

She wore a flared maid dress that reached the tops of her knees, black pantyhose, and black kitten heels. Her brown hair was brushed back into a large bun with a white headband worn to match the white apron. Ichigo clenches his hands before letting them relax when the woman turns to face them.

"Good afternoon, Urahara-san!" The woman greets with a deep bow. There was the tiniest of blushes dusting her cheeks.

"Ichigo, this is my personal maid I hired a few weeks ago, Kayama Yui-san. Kayama-san, this is my boyfriend. He's just moved in," Kisuke introduces the two.

I don't like you.

Are you trying to get in between me and Kisuke?

I want to claw your skin off.

I don't like you.

A smile plasters itself on Ichigo's face as he gives the woman a nod. "Kurosaki Ichigo. Nice to meet you."

"Please take good care of me, Kurosaki-san," Yui speaks sincerely, bowing deeply once more towards the orange haired man.

"She'll be working around 8:00 to 12:00 every day except on Thursdays and Sundays." A sudden ring cuts through the air, making Kisuke sigh while he takes out his phone. "It's already that time? Well, I have to go. Yoruichi-san needs me for something."

Kisuke leans towards Ichigo and kisses the corner of his mouth. Ichigo flushes with a smile, a hand coming up to rest on the choker.

"There's only one rule you both need to follow, Kayama-san already knows about it. Never go downstairs, unless I'm leading you. Do you understand me, Ichigo?" Kisuke orders with no smile or mirth in his eyes.

Ichigo tenses at the expression and nods his head almost frantically. "I understand, Kisuke."

I swear I won't.

I swear I swear I swear I swear.

Please believe me. I hate that expression. I want your smile back. Please.

"That's a good boy." Kisuke kisses Ichigo's cheek before he walks out of the room, tapping something on his phone and placing it next to his ear.

"I might be home late, but the kitchen's fully stocked if you get hungry," The older man calls over his shoulder, making Ichigo hum with a blush.

"Have a nice day at work, sweetheart!" Ichigo jokes with a slightly higher pitched voice. He smiles brightly when he hears Kisuke's answering laugh.

All of this felt like a dream... a dream come true. It was wonderful.

Kisuke keeps his smile perfectly blank, hiding it behind his open fan as a precaution. Today was not a day for this to happen. Not when Ichigo is waiting at home. Their home. Alone.

Yoruichi and Suì-Fēng stood on either side of him while they discussed their findings. It was all so incredibly boring. Kisuke left this life for that reason, after all.

The Onmitsukidō had fallen far from what it once was in the nine years since he left. It was just a luxurious protection detail for the rich and influential now. It sickened him.

"Urahara, do you have anything to report?" Some new noble of the Central 46 asks with indifference and barely a glance towards the pale blonde, the deadliest of the three assassins standing before her.

"No," Kisuke answers simply with a snap of his fan. The noble finally looks up, frowning disapprovingly as she does so.

"No?"

"Yes, you heard correctly. No." Kisuke leans forward on his cane. "I have nothing to report."

"Urahara... I think you've made a minor mistake. This isn't some meeting between that... organization of yours. This is–"

"–is not my job, nor my duty," Kisuke interrupts cheerfully.

"I left the Onmitsukidō nine years ago, officially retiring from the... organization. I do not listen to you, nor do I listen to either of these women standing beside me. Yoruichi had called in a favor and I told her everything that came up because of my help," He continues without pause, not wanting to let this damn woman have any room to argue or berate him.

The woman stares at him, slack jawed and completely gobsmacked that someone had the gall to talk to her like that. Kisuke's smile stretches wider at the worryingly red shade her face was turning into. It always makes Kisuke laugh when people decide against putting in the time to research him, even if it was a bit tiresome. Messing with nobles and arrogant assholes can get exhausting if it's a constant, repetitive cycle.

"You've already read my report, ma'am. All important information Kisuke found had been documented," Yoruichi speaks up, interrupting any fight that could happen. Kisuke's fingers twitch around his cane at the hidden tone in his friend's voice. He barely stops himself from clenching his jaw.

"You don't have the right to scold me!" Kisuke sneers in his mind. Yoruichi was the one to leave him for a tamer, but more fiery pet. Said pet scoffs quietly under her breath, smirking smugly at the hidden scold in her partner's voice.

The woman takes a deep breath and calms her anger. "Fine, there's another matter, Urahara. Ahane Masamune, an employee of the Seireitei City Communications Department has suddenly turned up dead. The Onmitsukidō can't find any leads."

"Mm. He was unimportant and had been fired before going missing. Shinji's already discussed it with me. He only has himself to blame if anything has happened to cause his death," Kisuke dismisses the new job with a wave of his closed fan. His mouth twitches to smile even wider.

He was quite happy that the warning was received by Shinji. He never even reported for a missing person.

"If you're just going to attempt to force a leash on me, I'm going to head home. My boyfriend just moved in with me today and I don't want to leave him all alone." The scientist takes even greater pleasure with the two minute body twitches from either side of him. He pretends not to notice Yoruichi's head turning towards him, nor her slightly panicked expression as he pivots around on his foot.

"I did not dismiss, y–"

Kisuke opens and slams the door behind him, cutting off whatever that damn arrogant woman was saying. He walks down the pretentiously decorated hallway, opening his fan.

"I guess I can't blame them for their inflated egos... I've been "retired" for nine years and it's predictable that people have somehow simply forgotten all that I've done to make myself a permanent part of the country and how it runs." Kisuke starts to hum a tune as he lightly fans himself.

Benihime taught him to always strive for the best and never anything less than that. She would have killed him herself if he just sat back and accepted anything less than what he is now. She still would if he let himself grow complacent and comfortable.

Kisuke chuckles softly at the thought of his mother. Once she meets Ichigo... she'll find the choker incredibly pleasing. She taught him to always strive for the best, and that includes his lovely Ichigo and making sure he's given the best of everything.

"Kisuke. Kisuke!" Yoruichi shouts loudly from behind the scientist, making him stop in the middle of the hallway. He sighs softly before turning around, watching his old friend rush up to him.

"Kisuke... I didn't realize that you and your... boyfriend moved in with each other," Yoruichi starts right off the bat, only slightly beating around the bush as she walks through it.

"Hm... It was a bit of a sudden thing. Ichigo's landlord decided to evict him yesterday and he didn't have anywhere else to go, so I offered for him to move in with me," Kisuke explains simply, cheerfully smiling.

Yoruichi narrows her eyes the slightest amount before slowly nodding her head. "Does he know? About what you do? I wouldn't want him to get scared off. You–you... love... him quite a bit."

"He knows that I work in a field I somewhat created by myself and that this field tends to experiment on human corpses, yes," Kisuke words his answer carefully enough for Yoruichi to pick up the message.

"And Ahane Masamune...?"

"Hm." Kisuke hides his smile behind his fan, staying silent. Yoruichi sighs quietly at the answer and gently shakes her head.

"What will you do if... if he finds out?" Yoruichi continues to interrogate her friend.

Kisuke's cheer finally fades away as he leans forward, towering over the dark skinned woman. His eyes grow dark as he glances between wide gold eyes.

"...I'm keeping him. Forever. I don't appreciate your worrying over Ichigo... do you not trust me to take care of him?" Kisuke tilts his head, expression blank. Yoruichi swallows silently as she forces herself to keep eye contact with the predator in front of her.

"You're the best at taking care of people, Kisuke, but..." Yoruichi licks her lips, struggling to find the right words, "not many others know that. Ichigo has grown to be liked by many people. Shinji, Byakuya... even Ikkaku and Yumichika are protective of him."

"Sometime soon, I'll be taking Ichigo to go see Benihime. She'll be happy to see me with someone in nine years," Kisuke states, sounding completely off-topic to anyone who might overhear. Yoruichi physically startles at the mention of the scientist's mother and the clear message he was painting for her.

"...oh." Kisuke grins at the quiet statement before chuckling. He twirls his cane before hovering the tip right over Yoruichi's collarbone.

"Yes. Oh, indeed." Kisuke lowers his cane before turning around and starts to walk away. He ignores how he's left his ex-partner and old friend standing shell shocked in the middle of the hallway.

It's almost 7 o'clock. Hopefully Ichigo's still awake.

It was a little upsetting that Kisuke had to leave for work, but that didn't put down Ichigo's mood. After unpacking all that he brought, he went straight to organizing his new art studio the way he could only decipher and the way he wanted it to be.

By the time the sun had set, Ichigo was curled up in his new hammock chair with a sketchpad and a black ink pen. He lost track of time with his brimming excitement and happiness, constantly sketching anything and everything he could think of. He didn't even realize he was on the verge of unconsciousness.

He felt weightless, peacefully resting between awareness and the dreamland. He could faintly feel his body start to cramp and ache being curled up for so long, but the hazy dreams that flitted through his mind took it all away and pushed it back.

The only thing he could feel with an awareness of consciousness, was the choker still resting snug around his neck. He didn't dare to take it off. He probably won't ever take it off unless absolutely necessary.

The opposite feelings and sensations brought a slight disconnect between Ichigo's mind and his physical body. It was like he was sensing everything happening to him outside of his body, but still blind to the world with his eyes closed in his resting state.

Which is why the feeling of something warm brushing against his uninjured cheek made an almost never-ending shock run across his senses. He feels a small moan escape his chest at the feeling. His head chases after the touch without his permission. The warmth comes back without hesitation and fully encompasses his cheek and jaw, making a sigh leave his mouth.

Something deep and soft is spoken outside his little bubble of resting, but Ichigo could only hear warbles and notes. His voice hums in acknowledgement–or greeting, he couldn't tell.

The warmth slowly crawls down, sliding past his neck to mess with the collar of his shirt before disappearing all together. Something feeling like a whine leaves Ichigo's throat at the missing warmth to his cheek, but a noise almost sounding like wind howling through trees makes it stop.

Something gently takes out the hard and rough sketchpad out of Ichigo's lap before it comes back to take the pen loosely held between his fingers. It was another shock of warmth that made Ichigo's body twitch this time. He doesn't realize his mouth had parted open until another moan escapes his chest.

The warmth once again comes near Ichigo's face, gently grabbing the back of his neck. Ichigo feels his head limply fall back as the warmth pulls him closer.

He whines when he feels his lips being covered by something warm and slightly dry. The disconnect seems to grow–or maybe shrink, he can't even tell–as Ichigo's mouth is forced open by something slippery and wet.

He couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. The slight burning in, or near, his lungs felt too much like what he feels when he's embarrassed or exceptionally happy. Was it real? The emotion or the lack of air?

Ichigo's surprised by the gasp that leaves his mouth when whatever was claiming his mouth leaves. The haze of his mind burrows deeper at the sudden lightheadedness the rush of oxygen gave him.

He finally notices another warmth, the same as the one around his neck, slowly sliding up underneath his shirt. It gently rubs up and down on the side of his torso, like it was petting him. A hum, from him or the warble, pierces through the resting bubble.

Blurry lights and pale hair flicker across his vision as he feels his eyes flutter open. They quickly close again, making Ichigo unsure if he truly opened them or not, as his mouth is claimed again.

A shock of pleasure bolts down his spine and makes it arch out of the chair when something pierces through his bottom lip. He couldn't figure out the delicious taste that falls into his mouth as it's forced open to accommodate whatever was claiming him.

Ichigo feels something soft brush against both of his palms, piercing through his rest as well when he realizes that he had lifted his arms to reach for whatever was in front of him. The warmth underneath his shirt curls around his waist like a snake, roughly lifting him out of the hammock chair and forcing his back into a sharply curved arch.

His lungs were burning even more, searing now, making his mind spin at the dizzying euphoria. The warmth gripping his neck slides up, making Ichigo arch further with a loud whine when it grips at his hair.

He couldn't escape to breathe. His hands scrabble to push away–no, it was for purchase–as the... the kiss deepens even more. Ichigo's eyes flutter as the person kissing and holding him lifts him closer with just the arm wrapped around his waist.

He was–he was just a ragdoll. Limp and pliant as he's literally kissed breathlessly. Ichigo mewls at the thought, the noise being stolen by the tongue in his mouth. As something starts to drip from his chin and his eyes roll back into his head, the kiss is broken.

Ichigo gasps deeply, eyes fluttering open at the absolute high. Neon lights from the skyline window and dark stormy eyes are quickly brought into focus as the last bit of Ichigo's rest fades away.

"Kis-Kis'ke..." Ichigo's words slur as his mouth tries to work against the disconnect he still feels.

Kisuke hums deeply, leaning forward to gently press his lips against Ichigo's ear. "Good evening, Ichigo-kun... did you rest well?"

"Mm–" Ichigo's hum sounded breathless and distant, words unable to be processed. He licks his bottom lip, tasting something iron, as he nods his head.

"Good. You're so sweet to me, Ichigo. So pliant and willing... just like a doll." Kisuke starts to trail kisses down to Ichigo's neck, sending shocks of sensation through every nerve. Ichigo whines as his eyes are suddenly focused on the ceiling, his head tilting back of its own volition.

Kisuke hums against Ichigo's throat, right above the choker, before opening his mouth. His tongue swipes over the scabbed over bite mark he left last night, making Ichigo's entire body twitch.

"K's–Kis'ke–" Ichigo whines loudly, hearing it echo across the entire room. He feels his legs wrap around something solid, giving him leverage to present his neck further. He didn't even realize he was moving his own legs to wrap around Kisuke's waist.

The thought makes Ichigo moan. Kisuke was holding his dead weight with only an arm wrapped around his waist before. Kisuke had easily held him like he really was a doll.

"Shh, darling... It's okay. You've been so good to me... I'll give you a reward..." Kisuke speaks against the neck wound. His hand that held Ichigo's hair, quickly let go before reaching between their bodies. He dips his hand past Ichigo's sweatpants and underwear and grabs his erection. He starts to pump his hand at Ichigo's moan before striking like a snake against his neck and biting down with the force of one.

Ichigo wails at the sear coursing through his nerves and limbs, hands clawing at Kisuke's back before clenching into fists. He bucks his hips into the slightly tight grip around his cock, feeling it become an easier pass with the amount of precum leaking from the tip.

Ichigo sobs with a whine, white stars bursting in his eyes as Kisuke digs his teeth in deeper. "Hah–ha-ahn~! K'suke! K's–"

His voice breaks on the next broken wail, his entire sense of sight completely disappearing in a world of white. He arches closer to Kisuke, almost completely flush against him as he cums. The hand around his cock continues to move, milking Ichigo of everything he was giving.

Teeth releases Ichigo's neck before a groan escapes Kisuke's bloody mouth. He pumps Ichigo's flaccid cock faster, making him whine and twitch to escape.

"N-no–n–Mm!" Ichigo barely thrashes in Kisuke's hold before his back is suddenly slammed against a hard surface. A muscled chest keeps him trapped as the hand around his cock slowly brings it back up.

Ichigo cries loudly, wordless pleas and warbles leaving his mouth. Tears drip down his flushed face, seeping through the bandage and burning the scratches on his cheek. His hands scrabble at hard shoulders as his legs thrash to escape.

"This is your reward, remember? Let me give it to you. You have to be rewarded for being a good boy, don't you?" Kisuke speaks casually as if he wasn't about to take another orgasm from Ichigo literally moments after the first one.

"T-too–t–ss! K'suke~!" Ichigo sobs as his hips start to rock back into the hand. His head rolls back and hits the wall he was trapped against.

Ichigo doesn't even realize that Kisuke had released his waist until he felt a cold air blow against his nipples. He didn't even notice Kisuke lifting up his shirt.

A shock of something wet hits Ichigo's nipple before teeth bite down. Ichigo almost screams as his vision completely whites out again, his hearing leaving with it. He cums again, his underwear starting to feel wet and sticky.

Kisuke groans against the nipple in his mouth and circles his tongue over it before lightly sucking. His hand doesn't slow down even as the back to back orgasms make Ichigo weep. He shakes his head, a hand sliding up to grip at pale blond locks.

"N-no–nn~!" Ichigo's legs tremble and shake when Kisuke lightly presses his nail against his slit. "N-n-no m're... N-no–"

Kisuke pulls back from Ichigo's nipple, tugging it with his teeth before releasing it once he cries. "One more. Give me one more. You're a good boy who needs to be rewarded."

Ichigo heaves for breath between his sobs when Kisuke leans forward to play with his other nipple. His brain screamed to be given rest as his back arches into the pleasure–or was it pain?

Ichigo could feel his nails pierce through the skin of Kisuke's shoulder as his cock twitches. He couldn't speak or breathe or see as Kisuke's hand started to pump faster, gripping just a little tighter now that it was slick with cum.

His legs instinctively try to close, being blocked by Kisuke's waist. His eyes roll into the back of his head as the pain shoots up his back. He bucks into the hand for more.

Kisuke bites down on the nipple in his mouth before releasing it. He admires Ichigo's ragged expression, stuck between pleasure and torment. Ichigo mewls, his brain starting to go back and forth on the mixed signals.

"Come on, darling... cum for me. One more time. Let me ruin you," Kisuke murmurs breathlessly, enraptured by the beautiful man trapped against him.

Ichigo tightens his grip on Kisuke's shoulder, making him groan at the pain of nails clawing through his shoulder. He rocks into the hand still moving around his cock as it becomes fully erect. He sobs, drool and blood mixing together before dripping off his chin.

His other hand instinctively pulls at pale hair for any sort of leverage as he's forced over the cliff one last time. His head slams back against the wall, causing a ringing in his ears and a pounding pain to spread from the impact. His back arches into a sharp curve while a scream tears through his throat.

He can't even tell if anything came out. Ichigo heaves for breath through his sobs, as his eyes listlessly wander past the stars in his vision. His hands and legs go completely limp as he whines, riding out the shocked nerves that seem to surround him.

A soft hum reverberates against Ichigo's chest before he feels the cold air lightly sting his skin. He doesn't realize he's being lowered to the ground before the shock of cold wood pierced through his sweatpants. Ichigo whines and tries to move, but two fingers suddenly hook into his mouth, making him freeze.

"Oh, you're such a good boy. Can you open your mouth for me?" Kisuke groans, almost muffled yet still clear in Ichigo's fuzzy mind. Ichigo follows the command without question, opening his mouth as wide as he could.

Ichigo suddenly chokes on a loud whine when something big, incredibly big, fills his mouth. His body reacts instinctively, hands reaching up to search for something to push away and head starting to tilt back.

"Don't do that, Ichigo. I want to ruin you." A moan echoes through the room as Kisuke sinks his cock deeper into Ichigo's mouth. It touches the back of his throat, making the young man gag with tears falling from his eyes.

He stays still, like Kisuke told him to do, and gags again before swallowing when the cock continues. He could barely breathe as his throat spasms and chokes.

His brain goes to static, tingling through the rest of Ichigo's body. He tries to whine, but makes himself gag again as the cock slowly forces itself deeper.

"So good... Ichigo, you're so good..." Kisuke runs a hand through orange hair before grabbing the back of Ichigo's pushing him closer. A wail, choked and muffled, attempts to leave his bulging throat as Ichigo was forced to take the entire length.

His hands twitch and grab at thin hips, spasming at the same time as his throat. With how snug the choker was, the sudden bulge of his throat made it a hair too tight, completely cutting off his airways.

Kisuke groans loudly at how tight the passage was against his dick. He slowly opens his eyes before slowly tilting his head down. He watches Ichigo gag and weep around the cock in his mouth, making it tighter through the constant spasming.

Kisuke pulls his cock back slowly, until the tip is just past the throat barrier. He hums as Ichigo coughs and heaves for breath now that his choker wasn't choking him anymore.

"You're even more beautiful when you're ruined like this, my lovely Ichigo," Kisuke hums, voice deep in his pleasure. He watches, absolutely gleeful, as he forces his cock back down that tight throat with a loud squelch. Ichigo's eyes roll into the back of his head as his whine is cut off. Blood and spit dripped from his lower lip, smearing against his chin and Kisuke's cock by the movement.

"God, I love you. You're taking me so well... you're so good at letting me ruin you~!" Kisuke moans, starting to thrust back and forth into Ichigo's mouth. He moans again as he watches that beautifully slim throat bulge obscenely with each thrust in.

Ichigo moans and sobs with each thrust, his grip on Kisuke's hips getting tighter when he starts thrusting faster. His tears start to fall like a broken dam, blurring already fuzzy vision.

Something salty drips and spreads across his tongue quickly by how rough Kisuke's cock was using his mouth. Ichigo doesn't even realize how he starts to wrap his tongue around the length when it thrusts in. He doesn't think about the stars bursting in his eyes, even when they flutter close. He doesn't pay attention to how everything starts to burn and fuzz. He doesn't even feel how his hands release Kisuke's hips, falling limp into his lap. He just lets Kisuke use him–ruin him like he was told.

Kisuke starts to moan with each thrust, feeling a curl of pleasure start to burn up from his stomach. His eyes close as he finally cums, burying his cock all the way to the base. His hips twitch as Ichigo's throat spasms and attempts to instinctively swallow, milking his cock.

Ichigo's eyes continue to flutter as his throat and mouth is filled. Kisuke's cum starts to drip out of his lips. Everything was fuzzy and he could only hear a soft ringing.

He barely hears the squelch as Kisuke's cock in his throat is slowly pulled out, his mind finally breaking and facing away. Ichigo feels his body fall forward as he starts to lose consciousness, only to be caught by warmth.

He finally falls unconscious as a soft voice pierces through the soft ringing. "...good for me. My beautiful doll..."

Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter!

WE'RE FINALLY HERE! WOO! Yoruichi's appearance and an actual smut scene that wasn't in a dream! And, a longer chapter for you all!

Sorry for not updating last week, I had to take a mini-break. Small health problems combined with work are awful to deal with.

I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.

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