Kensei x Shuuhei // "Make Me"
Title: Make Me
Characters: Muguruma Kensei x Hisagi Shuuhei
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, slash, m/m, light D/s, light pain play, cursing, sexual situations
Summary: Follow-up to "Running the Gauntlet," which gogo wrote for the bleach_bdsm Anniversary Kink Meme (which is still getting requests, ya' know! Let's make sure it still gets replies, k?). In short: Kensei/Shuuhei lap-sex (part 1), complete with playful D/s and sexy banter. Enjoy~
Author's Note: Been thinking about pain and pain management a good bit lately, which somehow resulted in this ficlet. Dedicated to
mmprivate , because her Kensei/Shuuhei art is oh so erotic and very inspiring. And to
gogodgene , because she inspires the gogo every damn day. Sorry this is so short! Gogo did write it at 6:00 in the morning...
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"Does it hurt?"
Shuuhei gave a short, rough noise in response that sounded as much like a grunt as it did like a guffaw. He dug the nails of his right hand even deeper into Kensei's shoulder.
"Do you want it to hurt?"
Kensei squeezed the brunet's bruised bottom, leather-clad fingers pulling at the pert globes, grinning as taut muscle turned to putty in his hands.
"Maybe." The vizard's grin was just shy of sadistic.
The shinigami managed a glare. Or what passed for a glare, anyway, what with the way his eyes were half-lidded and glazed by lust.
"Then, no," he said darkly, though not without a modicum of effort, "it doesn't fucking hurt. Guess you're not fucking me hard enough, Master."
To prove his point, Shuuhei shifted his position in Kensei's lap, raising slightly on his knees in order to truly ride that bucking bronco of a cock.
The grip on the brat's bright red ass remained firm. Fuck firm. The way the big vizard handled his young lover was downright brutal--in a "I fuck you like this because you fucking love it. And I fucking love that you love it" kind of way, of course.
Kensei smiled that smile, the one that to anyone else would say, "I'm going to kill you. And I'm going to sincerely enjoy the 2.5 seconds it takes to do so." But to Shuu it said something entirely different. Something like...
"Yeah? Well, you'd better hold on, kid, 'cause I'm about to take you for the ride of your life."
Shuu was a pain slut through and through--a fact that suited Kensei just fine. The way the impertinent shinigami taunted his idol, his mentor, his lover, his Master, was downright adorable. Had the tattooed brat been the type to beg for mercy or fawn at his feet, well...their relationship certainly wouldn't have turned out like this. Tears were one thing, spineless submission was something else entirely. ...Something the domineering ex-taichou had no interest in whatsoever.
Kensei released his hold long enough to give Shuuhei's ass a sharp slap, the force of which brought the brunet's sinewy body flush against his own, making it that much easier to capture smirking lips in a searing kiss.
"Ah!" was all Shuu managed to get out before his lips were claimed, tongue sucked ever deeper into Kensei's hot, wet mouth, even as the man's cock plunged with loving vengeance into the eager depths of his core. Sure, it hurt. In the best possible way.
"Yeah. There. J-just--uhh!--like that." The scarred shinigami dared to nip his lover's lips as he gasped for breath. "Kami-sama. Fuck me..." His other hand gripped and tugged at short white hair with enough strength to decapitate a human. Or a Hollow.
The elder man responded in kind, threading black leather fingers through obsidian locks. When he pulled, Shuuhei's head snapped back, exposing a long, lean throat decorated with a lovely pink flush, a racing pulse, and a tight, sleek collar. Tongue and teeth descended upon the smooth column, a sharp canine scraping against the shinigami's precious jugular.
"Kami? God?" Even a quick bite left a mark. "I haven't been a god for over a hundred years, kid." An insidious tongue wrapped itself around the young fukutaichou's ear. "Try again."
But Shuuhei was tougher than that. Neither man wanted to make it too easy for the other. There was no sport in that; no challenge. And the brunet knew damn well that Master Muguruma wouldn't want him to give up or give in without a fight.
"Make me," he breathed, the angle of his neck reducing his voice to a harsh, husky whisper.
Kensei's smile grew from just shy of sadistic to full-on fierce. He gripped harder with both hands, forcing the lithe body in his lap into an almost-impossible "S" shape. Shuuhei's back arched like a bow, his eyes wide yet unseeing, a string of moans, cries, curses, and gasps coursing from his gaping mouth as the friction against his sweet spot increased tenfold.
Goddamn, if Shuu wasn't the hottest thing the vizard had ever seen. "Thought you'd never ask," he growled, snapping his hips with enough force to make them both moan for more.
((to be continued...))
(((link to Running the Gauntlet, the precursor to this fic)))
Characters: Muguruma Kensei x Hisagi Shuuhei
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, slash, m/m, light D/s, light pain play, cursing, sexual situations
Summary: Follow-up to "Running the Gauntlet," which gogo wrote for the bleach_bdsm Anniversary Kink Meme (which is still getting requests, ya' know! Let's make sure it still gets replies, k?). In short: Kensei/Shuuhei lap-sex (part 1), complete with playful D/s and sexy banter. Enjoy~
Author's Note: Been thinking about pain and pain management a good bit lately, which somehow resulted in this ficlet. Dedicated to
mmprivate , because her Kensei/Shuuhei art is oh so erotic and very inspiring. And to
gogodgene , because she inspires the gogo every damn day. Sorry this is so short! Gogo did write it at 6:00 in the morning...
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"Does it hurt?"
Shuuhei gave a short, rough noise in response that sounded as much like a grunt as it did like a guffaw. He dug the nails of his right hand even deeper into Kensei's shoulder.
"Do you want it to hurt?"
Kensei squeezed the brunet's bruised bottom, leather-clad fingers pulling at the pert globes, grinning as taut muscle turned to putty in his hands.
"Maybe." The vizard's grin was just shy of sadistic.
The shinigami managed a glare. Or what passed for a glare, anyway, what with the way his eyes were half-lidded and glazed by lust.
"Then, no," he said darkly, though not without a modicum of effort, "it doesn't fucking hurt. Guess you're not fucking me hard enough, Master."
To prove his point, Shuuhei shifted his position in Kensei's lap, raising slightly on his knees in order to truly ride that bucking bronco of a cock.
The grip on the brat's bright red ass remained firm. Fuck firm. The way the big vizard handled his young lover was downright brutal--in a "I fuck you like this because you fucking love it. And I fucking love that you love it" kind of way, of course.
Kensei smiled that smile, the one that to anyone else would say, "I'm going to kill you. And I'm going to sincerely enjoy the 2.5 seconds it takes to do so." But to Shuu it said something entirely different. Something like...
"Yeah? Well, you'd better hold on, kid, 'cause I'm about to take you for the ride of your life."
Shuu was a pain slut through and through--a fact that suited Kensei just fine. The way the impertinent shinigami taunted his idol, his mentor, his lover, his Master, was downright adorable. Had the tattooed brat been the type to beg for mercy or fawn at his feet, well...their relationship certainly wouldn't have turned out like this. Tears were one thing, spineless submission was something else entirely. ...Something the domineering ex-taichou had no interest in whatsoever.
Kensei released his hold long enough to give Shuuhei's ass a sharp slap, the force of which brought the brunet's sinewy body flush against his own, making it that much easier to capture smirking lips in a searing kiss.
"Ah!" was all Shuu managed to get out before his lips were claimed, tongue sucked ever deeper into Kensei's hot, wet mouth, even as the man's cock plunged with loving vengeance into the eager depths of his core. Sure, it hurt. In the best possible way.
"Yeah. There. J-just--uhh!--like that." The scarred shinigami dared to nip his lover's lips as he gasped for breath. "Kami-sama. Fuck me..." His other hand gripped and tugged at short white hair with enough strength to decapitate a human. Or a Hollow.
The elder man responded in kind, threading black leather fingers through obsidian locks. When he pulled, Shuuhei's head snapped back, exposing a long, lean throat decorated with a lovely pink flush, a racing pulse, and a tight, sleek collar. Tongue and teeth descended upon the smooth column, a sharp canine scraping against the shinigami's precious jugular.
"Kami? God?" Even a quick bite left a mark. "I haven't been a god for over a hundred years, kid." An insidious tongue wrapped itself around the young fukutaichou's ear. "Try again."
But Shuuhei was tougher than that. Neither man wanted to make it too easy for the other. There was no sport in that; no challenge. And the brunet knew damn well that Master Muguruma wouldn't want him to give up or give in without a fight.
"Make me," he breathed, the angle of his neck reducing his voice to a harsh, husky whisper.
Kensei's smile grew from just shy of sadistic to full-on fierce. He gripped harder with both hands, forcing the lithe body in his lap into an almost-impossible "S" shape. Shuuhei's back arched like a bow, his eyes wide yet unseeing, a string of moans, cries, curses, and gasps coursing from his gaping mouth as the friction against his sweet spot increased tenfold.
Goddamn, if Shuu wasn't the hottest thing the vizard had ever seen. "Thought you'd never ask," he growled, snapping his hips with enough force to make them both moan for more.
((to be continued...))
(((link to Running the Gauntlet, the precursor to this fic)))