Re: Request (Part 2)
anonymous
September 1 2008, 03:28:22 UTC
Ichigo moved his hips a little, trying to feel those touches more, trying to increase the friction, the pleasure. A helpless sigh escaped his lips when that hand moved away.
"You are failing spectacularly already~ It's hard and it hasn't even been one minute."
"Please..."
"I thought you wanted to train to be stronger, not train to be a whore."
"Nngh- I..."
A quiet gasp and a sharp intake of breath ensued when his briefs were pulled down a little, revealing his painfully erect cock, begging for attention.
Why am I... so...
"Didn't figure for you to be a masochist, Ichigo~"
"No- it's not... that's not it..."
Despite the pain, he writhed, tempted to rub his legs together even though that would do nothing to aid the situation. In fact, it would probably only make him feel more frustrated, more helpless.
More aroused.
His head tilted back, orange hair scraping against the ground as the back of a few fingers stroked at his balls, and up the length of his erection, turning as an index finger pressed down against the weeping tip, the rest of the hand curling around the engorged organ.
A breathless gasp. A helpless half-cry, half-groan.
But even though he could remove the blindfold, remove the sword and leave if he was determined enough and mustered up his energy to, he lay there breathless, helpless, wanting something more, lusting after something fulfilling.
As that hand stroked, teased, fondled, squeezed and pumped his cock, Ichigo gave in to the darkness, moaning, moving even though it drew more pain, drew more blood, drew him closer to death. Dirt clung to sweat-slicked skin, getting in his hair, but nothing could possibly make him any dirtier now.
It was probably better like this; not being able to see the look in the blond's eyes.
"Unh..."
He arched his hips a little as he came, viscous white fluid splurting out, oozing down and between Kisuke's fingers.
"You are failing spectacularly already~ It's hard and it hasn't even been one minute."
"Please..."
"I thought you wanted to train to be stronger, not train to be a whore."
"Nngh- I..."
A quiet gasp and a sharp intake of breath ensued when his briefs were pulled down a little, revealing his painfully erect cock, begging for attention.
Why am I... so...
"Didn't figure for you to be a masochist, Ichigo~"
"No- it's not... that's not it..."
Despite the pain, he writhed, tempted to rub his legs together even though that would do nothing to aid the situation. In fact, it would probably only make him feel more frustrated, more helpless.
More aroused.
His head tilted back, orange hair scraping against the ground as the back of a few fingers stroked at his balls, and up the length of his erection, turning as an index finger pressed down against the weeping tip, the rest of the hand curling around the engorged organ.
A breathless gasp. A helpless half-cry, half-groan.
But even though he could remove the blindfold, remove the sword and leave if he was determined enough and mustered up his energy to, he lay there breathless, helpless, wanting something more, lusting after something fulfilling.
As that hand stroked, teased, fondled, squeezed and pumped his cock, Ichigo gave in to the darkness, moaning, moving even though it drew more pain, drew more blood, drew him closer to death. Dirt clung to sweat-slicked skin, getting in his hair, but nothing could possibly make him any dirtier now.
It was probably better like this; not being able to see the look in the blond's eyes.
"Unh..."
He arched his hips a little as he came, viscous white fluid splurting out, oozing down and between Kisuke's fingers.
He came, but it was not enough.
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