In Other Situations...
Title: In Other Situations
Author: Me
Rating: M
Pairing: Ichigo x Gin x Toushiro
Warnings: Sex. Language. Yaoi. Threesome. AU. PWP.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach... unfortunately. -Sniffle-
Summary: Sometimes, in a relationship, excitement keeps the flame alive, and in other situations, it stimulates the senses over and over again.
AN: A happy birthday fic to QueenOfCitrus! (Sorry, it's so late! -Bows-)
Sometimes, in a relationship, excitement keeps the flame alive. Oftentimes, that excitement is a one-time thing. In other situations, it stimulates the senses over and over again, and on the rarest occasion, that excitement grows like a tumor. It starts as merely lust, something new, different, and curious enough to warrant exploring. Then the addiction sets in, and sooner or later, the relationship can't survive without it.
"Is that him?"
"Yep! Cute, ain't he?"
"I suppose..."
"Aw, c'mon, Shiro-chan! Don'tcha wanna have fun t'night?"
"How many times do I have to yell at you to stop calling me that?!"
"Seriously, where's yer sense of adventure?"
"Back at the apartment, in my other pair of jeans."
"Now yer jus' bein' sarcastic."
"You could tell?"
Gin pouted, his normal fox-grin down-turned at his boyfriend's annoying pessimism. No, that was the wrong word, he was annoyed at his sarcasm, and the proverbial stick that seemed to shove its way up his ass whenever he wasn't in it himself. "Don't ya have any trust in me, Toshiro?"
Toshiro rolled his jade eyes and gave a snort. "He looks... unavailable."
The man they were referring to was tall, muscled, tanned, and dancing with a busty, redheaded bimbo attached to his hip. And while the both of them found his wild orange hair, dark, provocative eyes and toned body to be quite attractive, the shorter man had to wonder about his boyfriend's choice in what seemed to be a straight man. He shouldn't be surprised, it was typical of his lover to want to turn someone over to what he jokingly calls "the dark side," but one of these days he was going to get a punch in the face for being so bold. Toshiro wasn't going to save him, though. Sure, he'd be the doting boyfriend and patch him up after the inevitable beating, but it would be Gin's fault in the first place, and that was something that he had to admit he would find extremely amusing.
Gin's smile came back, as if he were expecting that retort. Light on his feet, he pushed himself off the wall and held out an inviting hand for Toshiro, intent on whisking him away into the fray. "Then let me show ya what the power of persuasion can achieve."
He had a right mind to ignore him, the image of the bastard all beaten up a slight turn-off, but as he looked back over to their prey, he couldn't stop his curiosity from rising. Why did Gin pick this guy? Usually his assumptions and hunches were dead on, more so than Toshiro's, but this just baffled him. And what does a genius do when his curiosity is peaked? Hoping he wouldn't regret it, sooner or later, his hand slid into Gin's, and before he knew it, he was allowing his boyfriend to pull him into the flow of jumping, grinding bodies.
They had talked about this for days, weeks even, and now that the moment was finally here, his heart wouldn't stop racing. He felt slightly awkward, considering Gin was the only person he'd ever been with, but he was committed to this. Hell, he might even come to like this arrangement, much like his lover. As a one-year anniversary gift, they had promised to give each other one sexual fantasy, as a sign of trust, and to spice things up for a change. Gin had already given him a weekend of sex in a hot spring resort. It was time for him to honor his wish, with another person in their bed. As long as the person didn't have any diseases, he would be okay with that, and he didn't have to worry about getting a girl knocked up. Not for the first time, he took a moment and thanked his father for giving him the Y chromosome, and the cosmos for blessing him with the appreciation for his own gender. It also helped that he was slightly drunk. Not enough to get him plastered, but enough to loosen up his choices and affect his thinking.
Swept away into the massive crowd, the lovers melted together as they sensually danced with each other to the laid back, yet still upbeat tempo. Everything was random, done on a pure whim, without a care in the world. If Toshiro wanted to grind against his lover's pelvis, he'd do so. If Gin wanted to run a hand under his shirt, he'd let him. Heavy bass music thundered out of the overhead speakers, with a drifting melody, and the only other instruments heard were electric and synthetic. They took a moment to get into each others head, to connect not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, and lustfully. It was going to take some very dirty flirtation to grab the redhead's attention, and even if they failed, it's not like Toshiro didn't mind his boyfriend's hands all over him.
Deciding to spice things up since their intrigue was right next to them, Toshiro grabbed and pulled Gin's deep red tank down, a color that would match his eyes if or when he chose to open them, and gave one of his exposed nipples a long, sensual lick. In response, Gin let a calloused hand dip into his pants, giving the smaller man's butt a squeeze of appreciation for the attention on his chest. But it didn't stop there, the favors kept coming, and each one was sure to get anyone off on it, or at least whoever was watching, which would be the people in their immediate vicinity, and that included the redhead. Toshiro honestly wasn't even paying attention anymore as hands grew bolder with their wandering, and kisses grew wilder with tongues and teeth. Random people came and went, dancing against them briefly, but in the end, the pair was in their own little world.
At first, neither man was aware enough to notice when he came up to them, caught up in themselves like a pair of mating snakes. They were somewhat oblivious to the crowd, not bothered at all and taking everyone's wandering limbs as a sort of compliment. When school and work permitted them some free time to actually be a couple, this was one of the frequent places they liked. The bartenders knew them well, and there were a few noticeable faces in the crowd that had become their friends. All was fair in fun and games here, so it didn't hit them right away that the palms snaking up Toshiro's back and resting on Gin's shoulders were completely unfamiliar. The taller of the two was the first to welcome those hands, sliding his own onto the stranger's waist and tugging that body flush against Toshiro's back.
The petite man leaned his head back against the sturdy chest, lifting his chin so he could see what was going on above him. To most, it would be considered an odd angle, but to him it was the most beautiful, arousing view he'd ever seen in his entire life, a moment where time played out in slow motion. He hadn't experienced one of these since the first time he'd laid eyes on Gin, and now, this mysterious, orange-haired Adonis was leaning over him, meeting the silver-haired man in front of him halfway in a deep, sensual, almost meaningful kiss. And Toshiro could see every detail, as if it were in hi-def resolution. Their lips locked firmly, forceful and determined to let whatever happens stay spontaneous. Their tongues worked, the balls of their throats bobbing and tensing as their kiss took a sloppy and passionate turn. Toshiro could feel their erections pressing into his ass and groin, and combined with the visual stimulation, he was able to admit to himself that there was a strange allure beginning to build up in his head. Seeing his lover kissing someone else whom was just as sexy was getting his heart beating faster by the second. One of those tanned hands traveled from Gin's shoulder to Toshiro's chest and tweaked a nipple. The moan that followed was swallowed up by the loud music, but not before it reached the two sets of ears above him.
Their lips separated, and Toshiro could see a string of saliva glinting in the dim light that still connected them, growing ever thinner until it broke apart, leaving a trail down their chins. Brown and red irides glanced at him with intensity, and he knew, without further doubt, one or both or all three of them were going to feel tonight's activities in the morning. They were going to take this man into their apartment and drive him to the brink of madness with an entire night of mind-blowing sex. Or perhaps he or Gin will reach insanity first, he didn't know. This wildcard was untamed and unpredictable, and he loved it. The lust, the passion, the mystery of this person, everything was making him feel as if he were high, like a recovered addict getting his first hit after months of being clean. He wanted to go home. He wanted to take Gin and this stranger home, do unspeakable things to them, watch them do those same things to each other, and maybe even fall asleep tangled together, inside each other...
Those vibrant red eyes told him that Gin understood what he was feeling, that it was what he had been feeling for a long time, and that he was glad Toshiro didn't hate him for it, but accepted him, and this person was to be shared between them, a treat for them to enjoy after learning to get comfortable with their relationship. It hasn't always been hugs and flowers, but they made it work, surprising the one-year limit everyone else placed on them with an anniversary party a week ago. To most, that's not long, but understandably for them, it's felt longer.
Needing the space and privacy of their home, because despite how kinky Toshiro might call Gin, both still weren't brave enough for publicly displaying something that heavy. They invited the man to go with them, and were satisfied when he took them up on that offer. Their apartment was a flat on the top floor, an open structure with overhead lighting in the wooden beams of their ceiling, and no walls separating their kitchen, living and dining rooms. There were steps leading up to a platform, where a bedroom and bathroom branched off, and an entire wall of glass windows showing off an impressive view of the city. Too bad the view wasn't the first thing on anyone's mind.
On the way there, the trio had trouble keeping their hands, groins and mouths away from each other. In the elevator was the worst, as another full-blown make-out session broke out, this time between Toshiro and their guest, while Gin made himself busy with an exposed, tanned neck. The entrance to the abode was all but flung open as three, interlocked bodies shoved through, trying to stay linked while walking over the threshold, continuing with their tryst from the elevator. All of them were breathing heavily, eyes lidded over with lust and eagerness, and their brains so fogged over they almost forgot to shut the door.
Coats and shoes were flung to the floor before they proceeded any further, half dragging themselves to the bedroom, nestled in the back of the apartment. The nickle tour would have to wait, it didn't take a genius or two to figure out that sex was just a little more important right now. Toshiro snorted with slight amusement, trying to smoother his laughter as Gin, who couldn't wait any longer, tackled the redhead, pinning him to the hard wooden floor. Gin was tugging at his shirt, jerking it up to reveal a smooth, tanned stomach, chest and dark nipples, until a pair of shapely arms impeded his progress. Grateful when the arms lifted, allowing him to pull it off the rest of the way, he threw it somewhere behind them, not daring to look away from the eye-candy in front of him to find out. The only one that was standing walked over to them, grabbing tanned wrists as Gin was distracted by a shirtless sight, intended to pull him to his feet. The stranger slid a little out from under the silver-haired man by his jeans, but still remained on the floor with a questioning gaze. Gin came out of his trance, his pale arms flowing like water as he easily maneuvered out of his tank and throwing it to join with the other, not bothering to get up from his knelt position over jean-clad legs.
Rolling around onto his knees, the tackled man tried to get up off the floor, the wooden surface not a very comfortable place to make out. Toshiro knew first hand what he was thinking and tried to help him up, stealing a few kisses of his own, but his plans were thwarted as Gin grabbed the back edge of his pants and pulled him back down, away from Toshiro's lip, before digging into his pockets. Confused, both men looked on as Gin held up his prize: a brown wallet.
"And the flavor of the day is..." He opened the wallet and peered inside. It was quiet for a moment, until he let out a small chuckle. "Strawberry?"
Interested in why he called their guest a type of fruit and curious beyond hell to figure out why the fruit was blushing, Toshiro edged around the fallen strawberry to take a look. Indeed, while the Kanji was meant for something different, the phonics of Ichigo's name could still imply it. Shifting, the orange-top crossed his arms in front of his chest and snubbed them with a lift of his nose.
"Ichi means one, and go means to protect. There's nothing there about strawberries."
Gin snorted in annoyance, shrugging off his defensive comment as he flung the wallet over his shoulder, taking in a sort of morbid fascination as Ichigo glanced worriedly over to where it fell open on the floor by their shoes with a soft thud. "I dunno... Ya taste like berry ta me. Ne, Toshiro?"
"Whatever." He just wanted to get them in bed, because right now Toshiro was wired, and once again he went back to tugging on Ichigo's wrists to get him to stand. "Don't get left behind, Gin. I might lock you out of the bedroom, then you would have no choice but to watch through the door's tiny window."
That was all the motivation he needed. Gin quickly got to his feet and ran over to him, picking Toshiro up by the waist and hoisting him over his shoulders in easy motion, as if he were as easy to carry as a bag of potatoes. Spiky white hair flew as his head shook, trying to grasp the sudden shift of up from down as the blood rushed to his head, but he was given no time to voice his complaints or questions, as once again he was flopped back over the shoulder and onto the bed. The red and black covers bounced as the mattress cushioned his fall. In a blink of an eyelash, Gin was gone, presumably to get Ichigo and carry him in here as well, and Toshiro was left alone with his thoughts. He didn't really want to think right now, or he might second-guess himself on this threesome situation, so instead he took his time to unbutton and remove his shirt, flinging it at the doorway.
His timing and aim were stellar, as the blue material caught a head of chaotic orange, and came to rest on a shirtless figure that was bent over his shoulder. It was a comedic sight watching Gin struggle with Ichigo in much the same way Toshiro had done so just a few minutes prior with Gin. Karma was a bitch, and since it wasn't him, it was hilarious. Gin was flopped onto the bed next to him, also making it bounce as it absorbed the impact of his weight. Both were unhappy that Ichigo was the only one left standing, though, so they took a moment to glance at each other to confirm they were thinking the same thing before they took action.
They sprang forward and pulled him headfirst onto the bed by his arms. With a soft "oof," the redhead's face-plant into the covers didn't phase him much, and he quickly recovered, rolling onto his back and welcoming the double-teamed attack that immediately followed. Once again, lips and hands were all over every available inch of skin showing. Toshiro straddled Ichigo's stomach as he focused his attention on his caramel lips, something that tasted very sweet, almost like he'd tasted it before in a candy bar, a flavor that had meaning to him at one point in his life as a little kid. He tried to pin down that feeling as he tasted those lips, to associate Ichigo with this flavor from now on. Every time he took a swipe with his tongue, images of a caramelized Ichigo swam in his head growing fuzzier the harder he tried not to focus on them, so all he could do was just enjoy the pleasant buzz he got out of the kiss. Until he was yanked back by his hips so harshly he slid on his knees a few inches.
Looking behind him confirmed the reason why he was being so violently manhandled, Gin was trying to get rid of his pants. Ichigo lifted his hands to help, smoothing over the skin of the smaller man's back until they dipped into the extra space between his butt and the material of his pockets. Teal eyes glazed over as those large hands kneaded the skin of his buttocks, and he let out an appreciative moan as the treatment massaged muscles he didn't even know he had. He leaned into those hands, doing absolutely nothing to stop Gin's nimble fingers from fumbling around with the clasp and zipper before he finally was able to get the material loose enough to fall down to his mid-thigh.
Groaning as the kneading became a little rougher, the pleasure going straight to his groin, Toshiro did not expect a bite to the inside of his right ass cheek, and while it was embarrassing to let out such a high-pitched squeak, he couldn't help but like the surprise. Gin's teeth were slightly pointed, and the sharp pleasure of the bite felt like it had on any other part of his body: blissful. The were bites all over his ass, some merely small love nips, while others lured a bit of blood to bead up onto the surface, and the pain sent his body writhing and shuddering with need; need for more roughness, need for the taste of these two in his mouth, and a need for someone to just fuck the living daylights out of him already! And those hands weren't helping! Instead, they started to massage the globes of his ass to the side, away from his center, and he braced himself for what he accurately assumed Gin was going to do next. A warm, wet, and well-controlled muscle slithered into his crack, and Toshiro could not, would not, stop the deep moan as the tongue drew a line of saliva up the middle of his rear before poking teasingly at his entrance. His whole body shivered at the intense heat pooling in his stomach, coiling tightly down into his balls, and he leaned down to rest his head against Ichigo's chest, blinding his vision of the world and letting his ass stick up slightly in the air as he tried to get a hold on his out-of-control hormones.
Unable to resist himself, Gin slapped him across an exposed thigh, just above where the hem of his jeans were firmly holding his legs prisoner, and a foxy smirk triumphantly spread when a moan reverberated around the room. He slapped him again, this time catching one of Ichigo's hands, but rather than scold Gin for - accidental or not - slapping his hand, those tanned hands joined in, placing a red hand print right in the middle of a cheek, letting the sound of his force echo just how hard he'd hit him. He then kneaded and slapped Toshiro's ass, alternating the two when he got too bored of just one, and really getting off on the sinful sounds coming out of that mouth, which had attached itself to his nipple. Narrowed red eyes took pleasure in watching Toshiro's butt ripple as it absorbed each hit, turning at first pink, then a shameful red as Ichigo hit the same places over and over again.
Leaving them to continue, Gin headed out to find the lubrication. Normally it was on top of the bedside table, though not today, which was odd because it was always there, even if they defiled random surfaces with sex throughout the entire apartment, the little squeeze tube somehow always found its way back by the bed. Gin had a sneaky suspicion Toshiro's inner neat-freak did it normally, but considering there was nothing there, the neat freak and overlooked a minor detail. Must have gone of vacation, because he knew that Toshiro would never miss something like that. He was always adamant about their apartment looking spiffy when they had guests. As he meandered out of the bedroom and into wide, open space of the rest of the flat, he took notice that Toshiro's cries and Ichigo's slaps echoed like music through the great-room and kitchen. He never knew this place had such great acoustics, and he made several mental notes about it for some devious planning later.
Gin wandered over to the couch, the last known place they'd vitiated, and search the pillows and cushions. Nothing. He searched the chairs in the same manner. Nothing. Not really knowing where else to look, he went to the kitchen, and only had to look around for a few seconds before he spotted the item on the stove. Frowning, he posed to think about why this would be here, Propping his chin on a closed fist and supporting his elbow with his other hand when... Devil horns popped out of his head as dirty thoughts popped in with them, all of them rated in the triple-x category and above. That kinky bitch... He made a mental note to install a few cameras in the house, invigorated with the prospect of catching his lover in the act of doing something unspeakably perverted while he was away, before making his way back to their platformed bedroom.
Where was his camera when he needed it? There, on the bed, their positions hadn't changed much, but their activities took a turn for the smutty, and he almost wanted to do nothing more than watch. Ichigo was still on his back, but Toshiro had moved further down the length of his body, his head buried in his crotch, which was now out in the open and free of the pants that were now bound around his ankles. The hands that had spanked his lover now resided in that soft, white hair, the tightness of his grip depending on just how hard that warm mouth sucked. Upon closer inspection, Gin could see those hips straining to keep still, as if it were taking all of his control not to thrust into his lover's mouth. That restraint needed fixing.
Setting the tube down onto the night stand, Gin crawled onto bed, taking a brief moment to take in the view of Toshiro pushing that wide cock deep into his throat, humming slightly to rack a shiver across Ichigo's skin, his nipples and muscles twitching with spasms, even though pale hands were already holding down Ichigo's thighs, but it wasn't enough to keep them completely immobile. Tanned hips raised off the mattress in order to either thrust deeper into that throat, which Gin found impossible since he was buried to the hilt already, or to ejaculate his climax, which Gin also found unlikely, considering the tight, claw-like hold Toshiro had on his balls.
Gin leaned forward, catching Ichigo's mouth with his own and successfully coaxing his tongue to come out and play. For someone so adamant about not tasting so sweet, he sure tasted like caramel, and the silver-haired man found it to be the most arousing flavor he'd ever tasted next to Toshiro's vanilla spice.
Ichigo broke away to catch his breath and try to control himself. "That's no fair... ganging up on me!"
"Aw... Dun be like that, Berry..." Ichigo's glare was lost on him. He had had too much experience ignoring Toshiro's. "We just wanna make sure ya're included... Dun tell me ya wanna just sit in the corner an' watch?" That orange head of hair shook a denial at the underlying threat of those words. "I didn't think so..."
Red eyes glanced behind him to see that Toshiro had let Ichigo's hard, thick, and now sopping wet arousal go, making it stand as erect as it could on its own while abused throat gasped for air. It was a breath-taking sight, his eyes half-lidded with sensuality, the dribble of saliva slowly making a trail down his neck, and his flushed face a healthy shade of lustrous red. Both men were in awe of the alluring creature in front of them and their sudden interest in him took him by surprise.
Gin moved the fastest, grabbing Toshiro's spiky hair close to his scalp and forcing him forward in a deep kiss, while Ichigo was only a fraction of a second behind, grabbing the lubrication forgotten on the stand and crawling around until he was behind them. Toshiro's arms were wrapped around Gin's shoulders, fingernails digging moon marks into his back as he tried to steady himself on his knees, the sheets twisted worse among their feet. Gin worked on getting his pants unbuttoned, sliding them and Toshiro's completely off, Toshiro's being a little harder because they were leather. But after freeing the both of them, he rolled, laying Toshiro on the flat of his back and pinning their joint hands beside his head.
Toshiro could not help the provocative sounds coming out of his mouth as the man above him began to generously lavish his nipples with his tongue and teeth, sucking them into pert attention. Gin's legs widened their stance, pushing Toshiro's own legs further apart, and the youngest didn't know what was in store for him until it was too late. With Gin's distraction, he never saw it coming, and thus unprepared when Ichigo reached between them, between their legs from behind, and pressed a slick finger against Toshiro's ass until it popped knuckle-deep inside. He also added to Gin's distraction with his own, a grip on Toshiro's stiff arousal, squeezing just enough to warrant a cry of both pain and relief.
Using that to his advantage, Ichigo fast began to pump that finger in and out, going a little deeper each time, searching for a spot that would allow Toshiro to relax his muscles enough to add another finger and stretch him further. That spot was revealed only moments later, when he'd pressed his finger in as far as it could go and angled to the left. The boy's entire nervous system fried as hot pleasure raced across his body, arching his back off the bed and pressing into Gin's while his voice cracked on a high-pitched groan. Ichigo smirked. Bingo. Toshiro glared at the man, ignoring Gin's snickering, and silently promised him retribution for that little stunt. But for some reason, Ichigo was immune to his stare, and proceeded to jam his finger into the same spot, succeeding in getting Toshiro's eyes to roll up into his eyelids and flopping his head back onto the pillow, finally letting go and just enjoying the sensation.
Wanting in on more the action, Gin let those pale wrists go and climbed off that small body, only to re-position himself one-hundred and eighty degrees, his dick dangling in front of Toshiro's face as he slides his tongue across the slit in Toshiro's adequately weeping shaft. Toshiro wrapped a hand around Gin's cock, trying to anchor himself to something as his nether regions were overloaded with that tongue licking over every inch of him, intruding fingers pumping into him, and feather-light touches tingling down his sides and thighs. The stimulation was overwhelming, and he could only count the seconds to his immanent end if they didn't stop soon.
But they did stop, everything paused in mid action, and once Toshiro was able to catch his breath and slow his heartbeat from the threat of that blinding climax, he peered down the length of his body to see what digressed them away from him. That was a simple answer: each other. They were kissing, and even though he was underneath them, if he tilted his head to the side, he'd have a perfect view.
Ichigo had grabbed Gin's hair, tilted his head as far back as it would go, and fused their lips together. Toshiro could see their tongues molesting each other, trying to fight for dominance over the messy kiss, teeth nipping each time they withdrew for a breath. One of Gin's hands came to rest on Ichigo's neck, teasing his Adam's apple with his nails, trying to gain the upper hand by using slight pain to make the other hesitate in any way. But it only solidified Ichigo, made him assured, confident, and rougher. The hand that wasn't buried in silver hair came up to tweak and pinch a nipple, harshly and mercilessly, pulling the nub hard enough for Gin to gasp and let him plunder that mouth further. With every obstruction gone, Ichigo was free to suck as much as he wanted on that tongue, or fill it with his own.
Toshiro stared at the scene, momentarily struck immobile at the powerful display they were putting on, and when he had readjusted his grip on Gin's arousal hanging near his face, he could see a shudder rippling through his body. He tugged on it again, and Gin's moan was swallowed up with Ichigo's mouth. He pulled on it several more times, each one a little harder as Gin's moans increased in both frequency and volume.
Gin would not do anything to break this up, completely swept up in the pleasure of these two males, moving his hips into Toshiro's hand, opening his mouth as wide as he could for Ichigo's tongue. He was so immersed in a vat of bliss, he didn't notice Toshiro moving, shifting his body to stretch up so that his teeth could slightly graze the head of his penis, sending Gin's already fuzzy mind swirling further down to insanity. Or maybe that was the lack of oxygen, as when Ichigo pulled away he found himself gasping, and his head clearing. Did he just almost asphyxiate by kiss? He couldn't bring himself to care. If he did die of pleasure, would that be such a terrible way to go?
A lick to his balls made his legs quiver and he had to push himself back to avoid sitting on Toshiro's face. He leaned against the headboard, legs wide open and his head falling back and he tried to get himself together. Toshiro had never been like that with him, had never taken charge with him. Despite how much he loved fucking him, his other half had no interest in turning the tables around, so this was a treat for him. Gin got chills and masturbated while he thought of being dominated, and he was finally able to experience it a little further with Ichigo here. He briefly entertained the idea that maybe, just maybe, they could keep Ichigo around, be it for just amusement, or just making him part of their relationship. Was it possible for someone to fall in love from just one night of sex? If he had to answer right at this very moment, he would have no troubles saying yes. That kiss was the doom to his downfall.
His eyes were coaxed open when a hand drifted down the side of his sweaty face, in time to see Toshiro straddling his hip, continuing to run that hand down the middle of his chest and stomach, an eyebrow raised as he looked looked up at his lover's blissful face with amusement. "Have you come back to us, yet?"
Gin nodded, bringing a hand up to rub the spine of Toshiro's back as that grinning mouth lowered to kiss his collar bone, allowing the taller man to see what Ichigo was doing behind him. Once again, that tube of lubrication, ironically flavored strawberry if he remembered correctly, was in his hands as he crawled towards them graceful as a cat on all fours, muscles in his limbs and back shifting as he made a slow show of it. It made for a sensual image when he started kissing Toshiro's back in seemingly random places, while slicking Gin's cock with the lube. His head hit the backboard once more as Ichigo started to tease Toshiro's entrance with the tip of Gin's arousal, and the groan of pure ecstasy left him when Toshiro complied with Ichigo's silent demand. Ever-so-slowly, his lover pushed against Gin's cock until first his head, then his entire length, was completely encased inside of his quivering little hole.
Ichigo plastered himself to Toshiro's back, also within the ring of Gin's legs, and the shorter male relaxed onto Gin's cock, finding himself to be quite comfortable with the long appendage filling his ass. The slick chest behind him actually gave his back a little support, and he leaned into it, allowing space to grow between his and Gin's chest as his legs braced themselves against the headboard. He felt Ichigo's hands cup the cheeks of his ass, and he could anticipate what was going to come next. A hot mouth latched onto his neck, sucking intensely, and he threaded a hand into orange hair, the other pressing against the pale chest in front of him, as he braced himself for the next sensation to overcome the three of them.
Ichigo lifted the small body up with little effort, muscles in his arms bulging to adjust to the sudden resistance the friction of ass and cock made, until Gin's length was a straight line, with only the tip of the head still buried between those ass cheeks. Toshiro's thighs tensed with effort and he attempted to keep his composure, his hand tightening in their hold on his hair as Ichigo lowered him down, and one leg couldn't help but lash out to the side as Gin's cock hit home onto the same spot Ichigo was banging with his finger earlier. As soon and the whites of his eyes rolled to allow his vision to return, and as soon as his chest wasn't heaving like crazy, Ichigo did it again, pulling him off Gin's lap, and slowly letting him slide back down, letting him land again so that Gin's cock was a sturdy pole striking right where it counted, solid and slick against the nerves that sent his body tumbling with shudders. It was so intense, Toshiro had to slump forward to get a hold of himself so he didn't spill himself all over their stomachs so soon. The mouth sucking and licking his ear coaxed him into sitting up again, and he felt more hands on his waist as Gin supported him, and helped lift him back in the air. However, when he came back down, it was a lot faster than before, almost free-falling, and the cock inside him hit the nerves harder, so hard, he thought he actually blacked out for a moment, a scream that sounded suspiciously like his own voice tore through the air, and his entire bone structure rattled with the force in rapturous delight.
Soon, Ichigo no longer had to lift him up. He was still plastered to his back, but Ichigo's hands now wandered up and down his sides as Gin held his hips firmly in place so he could pump a steady rhythm into his stretched hole, making him bounce every time their hips met, until Ichigo pressed against Toshiro's back, gluing him to Gin's chest so they had a hard time moving, but still connected. Gin and Toshiro couldn't see anything but orange hair as he bent further down, but they weren't left wondering for long. Ichigo's mouth sucked and played with Gin's balls, before traveling his tongue up the underside of his length until it disappeared into Toshiro's ass, but he didn't stop there. He pressed his tongue as flat as he could against Toshiro's flesh, and trailed saliva up the crack of his ass. The effect of that entire action? Gin and Toshiro's combined moans filling the room. Experiment: successful.
The bodies in front of him were trembling, it was a very beautiful sight. Perhaps he found a place for himself. Maybe not a place of love, but maybe that's for the better, considering the number of times that emotion had screwed him over. Maybe he would never amount to anything more a good friend to screw from time to time. It was definitely a change from twenty-four hours ago, one his other friends would not be happy with, but he was just so damn tired of trying. Seeing this striking couple in the club had catered to a few kinky fantasies in his head, and then when they allowed him a night of passion at their place, how could he resist? Ichigo always had a sixth sense about people, and he could tell that they weren't drug addicts or dealers. Prostitution was highly unlikely, as well as gang members and illegal arms dealers. Although they weren't famous, this loft hinted they were well-off, and very open-minded, so Ichigo let himself go for tonight. Screw what his friends thought. Screw what anyone thought. The only people that mattered right now, were the two strangers, no lovers, in front of him.
Ichigo pushed a wet finger into Gin, making the man squirm a bit, and in turn causing Toshiro to moan from the movement, like a chain reaction. Interested in these amusing turn of events, Ichigo forced another finger into Gin, watching those hips jerk upwards and sinking himself deeper into Toshiro. It was splendid to see that lanky body writhe, trapped between the bed and Toshiro as Ichigo continued to torture his ass with his fingers, and it was lovely to see Toshiro twist and jerk atop him. He didn't want to keep them waiting and wanting like this, it would be too cruel, even though he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
After thoroughly wetting and stretching Gin with three fingers, and even hitting that sweet spot a few times just to make both bodies squirm, Ichigo again pressed his chest to Toshiro's back, this time keeping a little closer as he guided himself past that tightly ringed entrance. Gin's legs tensed, muscles in his thighs trying to adapt to the sudden intrusion of something much harder and larger than fingers. This was something Toshiro felt every time, though, even now, so he took all of the orange-top in and tried to relax himself, the images of Ichigo banging him, and through him Toshiro, no longer at the forefront of his mind, as this was happening for real.
Taking a moment to let Gin adjust to his thickness, Ichigo wrapped an arm around Toshiro's body and rested a palm on both their stomachs, nosing Toshiro's shoulder as he muttered into his skin. "ready?" Gin's legs were spread wide, Toshiro's feet were trying to steady him at either side of his chest, and Ichigo's legs were under Gins, trying to make enough room for him to perch comfortably and completely dominate everything they did.
Receiving a nod from his two lovers, Ichigo tested the waters, pulling out slightly, and pushing back in with a sharp jab of his hips. The effect was mind-blowing. He seemed to have hit something sensitive inside, as Gin yet again lifted himself into Toshiro. As Ichigo rocked into Gin, he'd rocked Toshiro deeper onto Gin's arousal, and everyone ended up a boneless mess as the friction and pressure and desire clouded their senses, an overload of sensations. Toshiro had to lean his hands on Gin's chest to keep himself from slumping over, and Ichigo thought he heard a crack when Gin threw back his head to let his wordless cry echo around the room. He was feeling double from the others, since he was receiving as well as getting, and he wanted to experience this again and again, now more than ever. This memory was going to forever remain in his head.
His view was gorgeous, Toshiro with his eyes closed, mouth open, and leaning his head back against Ichigo's massive chest, and Ichigo slumping forward and kissing his long-time lover from behind as he started a rhythm for the three of them to follow, his hands traveling all over their pale skin just like theirs were traveling wherever they could reach. There was a lot of noise for such a slow pace, as they took their time to enjoy these new positions, but Ichigo was soon growing unsatisfied with it, and set about giving faster, deeper thrusts into them. Toshiro added to the faster tempo, trying his best to thrust down onto Gin's shaft right as Ichigo shoved himself all the way inside Gin's ass. The bed creaked noisily, the headboard banged against the wall, their bodies slamming into each other with the grace of a hippo on ice. It was messy, noisy, and more frantic than rhythmic, but it worked for them.
It was too much for him to deal with, he couldn't hold back any longer. His head and back hurt from the force of Ichigo's thrusts, which had banged him into the headboard with no mercy. Gripping the sheets with two fists, expression that of pure euphoria and his mind overcome with blissful delirium, Gin released his seed inside Toshiro, like a geyser shooting up jets of hot water. His ass tightened as a rift of pleasure overtook him, nearly painfully cutting off the circulation to Ichigo's cock, who grunted and winced but still caught Toshiro as he followed suit. His orgasm spurting across Gins stomach and chest, the hold Toshiro had on his orange hair painful as every muscle in his body tensed, then crashed boneless to the side on the bed. Gin's dick was freed with a slick pop, covered in lubrication and ejaculation. The appearance of such a delicious sight drove him further into Gin, until he came as well just a few short strokes later, and he continued to pump into him until his balls were milked dry, scooting on his ass to lay at the other end of the bed, his cock in a similar state as Gin's.
The one to recover first from PSB(post sexual bliss) was Toshiro, and seeing the mess they created, he decided to make a trip to the bathroom, regardless of his wobbly legs. He'd made the mistake once of not cleaning up that same night, and the following morning had been disastrous to clean up. To hell if he was going to repeat that when there was a guest in their home. Granted he wasn't a typical house guest, as he'd just screwed their lights out, but he would rather not repeat that incident even without a guest here.
Grabbing a washcloth from the closet and putting it under a warm faucet, he wrung out the extra water and made his way back to the bedroom, where the other two males had somehow managed to cultivate enough energy to crawled and lay properly on the pillows. Snorting at their laziness, he started at Gin's chest and cleaned everything up with little effort, feeling the fatigue start to catch up with him. Half-hazardously throwing the washcloth into the hamper, he then crawled into bed with them. Gin immediately pulled him closer into a hug, grinning from ear to ear, obviously satisfied with the night's activities.
"Shiro-chan... Can we keep him?" Noticing the head of orange tilt their way from where he was laying behind Gin, Toshiro couldn't keep himself from teasing the man. Even if Gin got away with calling him his most hated nickname, he was feeling very satisfied right now.
"Well, it's a huge responsibility, taking care of a strawberry." And he had said this with a straight face, earning a small chuckle from Gin.
"I promise ta feed it and take care of it an' give it lotsa love!" That's when a tanned hand slapped the back of his head.
"Stop speaking about me as if I were a dog!"
Toshiro peeked at Ichigo's annoyed face and smirked. "But answer us seriously. Are you interested in staying around for a while?"
Red eyes also glanced his way from the corner of Gin's face, and Ichigo felt like he was prisoner caught in the pitch black of night with a search light. He got a really good feeling about these two when he first laid eyes on them, and they wanted to keep him in their relationship after just one night? But of course they don't mean it like that, they mean it in only a sexual way, to give them a threesome should the need arise, or for either of them to just fuck someone different. Well, it would fit his new mentality, his new beginning he'd pledged earlier that night; no more love, only lust. Love was something special between two people, there could never be a third, so society says. And considering his recent bad luck with it...
But he had to admit that tonight had been fun, and if given the chance to do it again, he'd agree in a heartbeat.
He nodded, resigning himself to the doghouse. "Sure. Give me a whistle, and I'll make time."
AN: Ta-da! And that's the end of it! Hmm... I'm not satisfied with the ending scene, but I've made someone wait long enough... Might make this a two-shot... But that comes later. Need to get several one-shots up, not to mention everything else updated... XD Happy birthday, QueenOfCitrus! You have been a stone pillar of confidence and encouragement to me! Sorry this story is late, but I -HAVE- been giving you snippets of it, at least. XD I hope you like it!
-Kuro
Author: Me
Rating: M
Pairing: Ichigo x Gin x Toushiro
Warnings: Sex. Language. Yaoi. Threesome. AU. PWP.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach... unfortunately. -Sniffle-
Summary: Sometimes, in a relationship, excitement keeps the flame alive, and in other situations, it stimulates the senses over and over again.
AN: A happy birthday fic to QueenOfCitrus! (Sorry, it's so late! -Bows-)
Sometimes, in a relationship, excitement keeps the flame alive. Oftentimes, that excitement is a one-time thing. In other situations, it stimulates the senses over and over again, and on the rarest occasion, that excitement grows like a tumor. It starts as merely lust, something new, different, and curious enough to warrant exploring. Then the addiction sets in, and sooner or later, the relationship can't survive without it.
"Is that him?"
"Yep! Cute, ain't he?"
"I suppose..."
"Aw, c'mon, Shiro-chan! Don'tcha wanna have fun t'night?"
"How many times do I have to yell at you to stop calling me that?!"
"Seriously, where's yer sense of adventure?"
"Back at the apartment, in my other pair of jeans."
"Now yer jus' bein' sarcastic."
"You could tell?"
Gin pouted, his normal fox-grin down-turned at his boyfriend's annoying pessimism. No, that was the wrong word, he was annoyed at his sarcasm, and the proverbial stick that seemed to shove its way up his ass whenever he wasn't in it himself. "Don't ya have any trust in me, Toshiro?"
Toshiro rolled his jade eyes and gave a snort. "He looks... unavailable."
The man they were referring to was tall, muscled, tanned, and dancing with a busty, redheaded bimbo attached to his hip. And while the both of them found his wild orange hair, dark, provocative eyes and toned body to be quite attractive, the shorter man had to wonder about his boyfriend's choice in what seemed to be a straight man. He shouldn't be surprised, it was typical of his lover to want to turn someone over to what he jokingly calls "the dark side," but one of these days he was going to get a punch in the face for being so bold. Toshiro wasn't going to save him, though. Sure, he'd be the doting boyfriend and patch him up after the inevitable beating, but it would be Gin's fault in the first place, and that was something that he had to admit he would find extremely amusing.
Gin's smile came back, as if he were expecting that retort. Light on his feet, he pushed himself off the wall and held out an inviting hand for Toshiro, intent on whisking him away into the fray. "Then let me show ya what the power of persuasion can achieve."
He had a right mind to ignore him, the image of the bastard all beaten up a slight turn-off, but as he looked back over to their prey, he couldn't stop his curiosity from rising. Why did Gin pick this guy? Usually his assumptions and hunches were dead on, more so than Toshiro's, but this just baffled him. And what does a genius do when his curiosity is peaked? Hoping he wouldn't regret it, sooner or later, his hand slid into Gin's, and before he knew it, he was allowing his boyfriend to pull him into the flow of jumping, grinding bodies.
They had talked about this for days, weeks even, and now that the moment was finally here, his heart wouldn't stop racing. He felt slightly awkward, considering Gin was the only person he'd ever been with, but he was committed to this. Hell, he might even come to like this arrangement, much like his lover. As a one-year anniversary gift, they had promised to give each other one sexual fantasy, as a sign of trust, and to spice things up for a change. Gin had already given him a weekend of sex in a hot spring resort. It was time for him to honor his wish, with another person in their bed. As long as the person didn't have any diseases, he would be okay with that, and he didn't have to worry about getting a girl knocked up. Not for the first time, he took a moment and thanked his father for giving him the Y chromosome, and the cosmos for blessing him with the appreciation for his own gender. It also helped that he was slightly drunk. Not enough to get him plastered, but enough to loosen up his choices and affect his thinking.
Swept away into the massive crowd, the lovers melted together as they sensually danced with each other to the laid back, yet still upbeat tempo. Everything was random, done on a pure whim, without a care in the world. If Toshiro wanted to grind against his lover's pelvis, he'd do so. If Gin wanted to run a hand under his shirt, he'd let him. Heavy bass music thundered out of the overhead speakers, with a drifting melody, and the only other instruments heard were electric and synthetic. They took a moment to get into each others head, to connect not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, and lustfully. It was going to take some very dirty flirtation to grab the redhead's attention, and even if they failed, it's not like Toshiro didn't mind his boyfriend's hands all over him.
Deciding to spice things up since their intrigue was right next to them, Toshiro grabbed and pulled Gin's deep red tank down, a color that would match his eyes if or when he chose to open them, and gave one of his exposed nipples a long, sensual lick. In response, Gin let a calloused hand dip into his pants, giving the smaller man's butt a squeeze of appreciation for the attention on his chest. But it didn't stop there, the favors kept coming, and each one was sure to get anyone off on it, or at least whoever was watching, which would be the people in their immediate vicinity, and that included the redhead. Toshiro honestly wasn't even paying attention anymore as hands grew bolder with their wandering, and kisses grew wilder with tongues and teeth. Random people came and went, dancing against them briefly, but in the end, the pair was in their own little world.
At first, neither man was aware enough to notice when he came up to them, caught up in themselves like a pair of mating snakes. They were somewhat oblivious to the crowd, not bothered at all and taking everyone's wandering limbs as a sort of compliment. When school and work permitted them some free time to actually be a couple, this was one of the frequent places they liked. The bartenders knew them well, and there were a few noticeable faces in the crowd that had become their friends. All was fair in fun and games here, so it didn't hit them right away that the palms snaking up Toshiro's back and resting on Gin's shoulders were completely unfamiliar. The taller of the two was the first to welcome those hands, sliding his own onto the stranger's waist and tugging that body flush against Toshiro's back.
The petite man leaned his head back against the sturdy chest, lifting his chin so he could see what was going on above him. To most, it would be considered an odd angle, but to him it was the most beautiful, arousing view he'd ever seen in his entire life, a moment where time played out in slow motion. He hadn't experienced one of these since the first time he'd laid eyes on Gin, and now, this mysterious, orange-haired Adonis was leaning over him, meeting the silver-haired man in front of him halfway in a deep, sensual, almost meaningful kiss. And Toshiro could see every detail, as if it were in hi-def resolution. Their lips locked firmly, forceful and determined to let whatever happens stay spontaneous. Their tongues worked, the balls of their throats bobbing and tensing as their kiss took a sloppy and passionate turn. Toshiro could feel their erections pressing into his ass and groin, and combined with the visual stimulation, he was able to admit to himself that there was a strange allure beginning to build up in his head. Seeing his lover kissing someone else whom was just as sexy was getting his heart beating faster by the second. One of those tanned hands traveled from Gin's shoulder to Toshiro's chest and tweaked a nipple. The moan that followed was swallowed up by the loud music, but not before it reached the two sets of ears above him.
Their lips separated, and Toshiro could see a string of saliva glinting in the dim light that still connected them, growing ever thinner until it broke apart, leaving a trail down their chins. Brown and red irides glanced at him with intensity, and he knew, without further doubt, one or both or all three of them were going to feel tonight's activities in the morning. They were going to take this man into their apartment and drive him to the brink of madness with an entire night of mind-blowing sex. Or perhaps he or Gin will reach insanity first, he didn't know. This wildcard was untamed and unpredictable, and he loved it. The lust, the passion, the mystery of this person, everything was making him feel as if he were high, like a recovered addict getting his first hit after months of being clean. He wanted to go home. He wanted to take Gin and this stranger home, do unspeakable things to them, watch them do those same things to each other, and maybe even fall asleep tangled together, inside each other...
Those vibrant red eyes told him that Gin understood what he was feeling, that it was what he had been feeling for a long time, and that he was glad Toshiro didn't hate him for it, but accepted him, and this person was to be shared between them, a treat for them to enjoy after learning to get comfortable with their relationship. It hasn't always been hugs and flowers, but they made it work, surprising the one-year limit everyone else placed on them with an anniversary party a week ago. To most, that's not long, but understandably for them, it's felt longer.
Needing the space and privacy of their home, because despite how kinky Toshiro might call Gin, both still weren't brave enough for publicly displaying something that heavy. They invited the man to go with them, and were satisfied when he took them up on that offer. Their apartment was a flat on the top floor, an open structure with overhead lighting in the wooden beams of their ceiling, and no walls separating their kitchen, living and dining rooms. There were steps leading up to a platform, where a bedroom and bathroom branched off, and an entire wall of glass windows showing off an impressive view of the city. Too bad the view wasn't the first thing on anyone's mind.
On the way there, the trio had trouble keeping their hands, groins and mouths away from each other. In the elevator was the worst, as another full-blown make-out session broke out, this time between Toshiro and their guest, while Gin made himself busy with an exposed, tanned neck. The entrance to the abode was all but flung open as three, interlocked bodies shoved through, trying to stay linked while walking over the threshold, continuing with their tryst from the elevator. All of them were breathing heavily, eyes lidded over with lust and eagerness, and their brains so fogged over they almost forgot to shut the door.
Coats and shoes were flung to the floor before they proceeded any further, half dragging themselves to the bedroom, nestled in the back of the apartment. The nickle tour would have to wait, it didn't take a genius or two to figure out that sex was just a little more important right now. Toshiro snorted with slight amusement, trying to smoother his laughter as Gin, who couldn't wait any longer, tackled the redhead, pinning him to the hard wooden floor. Gin was tugging at his shirt, jerking it up to reveal a smooth, tanned stomach, chest and dark nipples, until a pair of shapely arms impeded his progress. Grateful when the arms lifted, allowing him to pull it off the rest of the way, he threw it somewhere behind them, not daring to look away from the eye-candy in front of him to find out. The only one that was standing walked over to them, grabbing tanned wrists as Gin was distracted by a shirtless sight, intended to pull him to his feet. The stranger slid a little out from under the silver-haired man by his jeans, but still remained on the floor with a questioning gaze. Gin came out of his trance, his pale arms flowing like water as he easily maneuvered out of his tank and throwing it to join with the other, not bothering to get up from his knelt position over jean-clad legs.
Rolling around onto his knees, the tackled man tried to get up off the floor, the wooden surface not a very comfortable place to make out. Toshiro knew first hand what he was thinking and tried to help him up, stealing a few kisses of his own, but his plans were thwarted as Gin grabbed the back edge of his pants and pulled him back down, away from Toshiro's lip, before digging into his pockets. Confused, both men looked on as Gin held up his prize: a brown wallet.
"And the flavor of the day is..." He opened the wallet and peered inside. It was quiet for a moment, until he let out a small chuckle. "Strawberry?"
Interested in why he called their guest a type of fruit and curious beyond hell to figure out why the fruit was blushing, Toshiro edged around the fallen strawberry to take a look. Indeed, while the Kanji was meant for something different, the phonics of Ichigo's name could still imply it. Shifting, the orange-top crossed his arms in front of his chest and snubbed them with a lift of his nose.
"Ichi means one, and go means to protect. There's nothing there about strawberries."
Gin snorted in annoyance, shrugging off his defensive comment as he flung the wallet over his shoulder, taking in a sort of morbid fascination as Ichigo glanced worriedly over to where it fell open on the floor by their shoes with a soft thud. "I dunno... Ya taste like berry ta me. Ne, Toshiro?"
"Whatever." He just wanted to get them in bed, because right now Toshiro was wired, and once again he went back to tugging on Ichigo's wrists to get him to stand. "Don't get left behind, Gin. I might lock you out of the bedroom, then you would have no choice but to watch through the door's tiny window."
That was all the motivation he needed. Gin quickly got to his feet and ran over to him, picking Toshiro up by the waist and hoisting him over his shoulders in easy motion, as if he were as easy to carry as a bag of potatoes. Spiky white hair flew as his head shook, trying to grasp the sudden shift of up from down as the blood rushed to his head, but he was given no time to voice his complaints or questions, as once again he was flopped back over the shoulder and onto the bed. The red and black covers bounced as the mattress cushioned his fall. In a blink of an eyelash, Gin was gone, presumably to get Ichigo and carry him in here as well, and Toshiro was left alone with his thoughts. He didn't really want to think right now, or he might second-guess himself on this threesome situation, so instead he took his time to unbutton and remove his shirt, flinging it at the doorway.
His timing and aim were stellar, as the blue material caught a head of chaotic orange, and came to rest on a shirtless figure that was bent over his shoulder. It was a comedic sight watching Gin struggle with Ichigo in much the same way Toshiro had done so just a few minutes prior with Gin. Karma was a bitch, and since it wasn't him, it was hilarious. Gin was flopped onto the bed next to him, also making it bounce as it absorbed the impact of his weight. Both were unhappy that Ichigo was the only one left standing, though, so they took a moment to glance at each other to confirm they were thinking the same thing before they took action.
They sprang forward and pulled him headfirst onto the bed by his arms. With a soft "oof," the redhead's face-plant into the covers didn't phase him much, and he quickly recovered, rolling onto his back and welcoming the double-teamed attack that immediately followed. Once again, lips and hands were all over every available inch of skin showing. Toshiro straddled Ichigo's stomach as he focused his attention on his caramel lips, something that tasted very sweet, almost like he'd tasted it before in a candy bar, a flavor that had meaning to him at one point in his life as a little kid. He tried to pin down that feeling as he tasted those lips, to associate Ichigo with this flavor from now on. Every time he took a swipe with his tongue, images of a caramelized Ichigo swam in his head growing fuzzier the harder he tried not to focus on them, so all he could do was just enjoy the pleasant buzz he got out of the kiss. Until he was yanked back by his hips so harshly he slid on his knees a few inches.
Looking behind him confirmed the reason why he was being so violently manhandled, Gin was trying to get rid of his pants. Ichigo lifted his hands to help, smoothing over the skin of the smaller man's back until they dipped into the extra space between his butt and the material of his pockets. Teal eyes glazed over as those large hands kneaded the skin of his buttocks, and he let out an appreciative moan as the treatment massaged muscles he didn't even know he had. He leaned into those hands, doing absolutely nothing to stop Gin's nimble fingers from fumbling around with the clasp and zipper before he finally was able to get the material loose enough to fall down to his mid-thigh.
Groaning as the kneading became a little rougher, the pleasure going straight to his groin, Toshiro did not expect a bite to the inside of his right ass cheek, and while it was embarrassing to let out such a high-pitched squeak, he couldn't help but like the surprise. Gin's teeth were slightly pointed, and the sharp pleasure of the bite felt like it had on any other part of his body: blissful. The were bites all over his ass, some merely small love nips, while others lured a bit of blood to bead up onto the surface, and the pain sent his body writhing and shuddering with need; need for more roughness, need for the taste of these two in his mouth, and a need for someone to just fuck the living daylights out of him already! And those hands weren't helping! Instead, they started to massage the globes of his ass to the side, away from his center, and he braced himself for what he accurately assumed Gin was going to do next. A warm, wet, and well-controlled muscle slithered into his crack, and Toshiro could not, would not, stop the deep moan as the tongue drew a line of saliva up the middle of his rear before poking teasingly at his entrance. His whole body shivered at the intense heat pooling in his stomach, coiling tightly down into his balls, and he leaned down to rest his head against Ichigo's chest, blinding his vision of the world and letting his ass stick up slightly in the air as he tried to get a hold on his out-of-control hormones.
Unable to resist himself, Gin slapped him across an exposed thigh, just above where the hem of his jeans were firmly holding his legs prisoner, and a foxy smirk triumphantly spread when a moan reverberated around the room. He slapped him again, this time catching one of Ichigo's hands, but rather than scold Gin for - accidental or not - slapping his hand, those tanned hands joined in, placing a red hand print right in the middle of a cheek, letting the sound of his force echo just how hard he'd hit him. He then kneaded and slapped Toshiro's ass, alternating the two when he got too bored of just one, and really getting off on the sinful sounds coming out of that mouth, which had attached itself to his nipple. Narrowed red eyes took pleasure in watching Toshiro's butt ripple as it absorbed each hit, turning at first pink, then a shameful red as Ichigo hit the same places over and over again.
Leaving them to continue, Gin headed out to find the lubrication. Normally it was on top of the bedside table, though not today, which was odd because it was always there, even if they defiled random surfaces with sex throughout the entire apartment, the little squeeze tube somehow always found its way back by the bed. Gin had a sneaky suspicion Toshiro's inner neat-freak did it normally, but considering there was nothing there, the neat freak and overlooked a minor detail. Must have gone of vacation, because he knew that Toshiro would never miss something like that. He was always adamant about their apartment looking spiffy when they had guests. As he meandered out of the bedroom and into wide, open space of the rest of the flat, he took notice that Toshiro's cries and Ichigo's slaps echoed like music through the great-room and kitchen. He never knew this place had such great acoustics, and he made several mental notes about it for some devious planning later.
Gin wandered over to the couch, the last known place they'd vitiated, and search the pillows and cushions. Nothing. He searched the chairs in the same manner. Nothing. Not really knowing where else to look, he went to the kitchen, and only had to look around for a few seconds before he spotted the item on the stove. Frowning, he posed to think about why this would be here, Propping his chin on a closed fist and supporting his elbow with his other hand when... Devil horns popped out of his head as dirty thoughts popped in with them, all of them rated in the triple-x category and above. That kinky bitch... He made a mental note to install a few cameras in the house, invigorated with the prospect of catching his lover in the act of doing something unspeakably perverted while he was away, before making his way back to their platformed bedroom.
Where was his camera when he needed it? There, on the bed, their positions hadn't changed much, but their activities took a turn for the smutty, and he almost wanted to do nothing more than watch. Ichigo was still on his back, but Toshiro had moved further down the length of his body, his head buried in his crotch, which was now out in the open and free of the pants that were now bound around his ankles. The hands that had spanked his lover now resided in that soft, white hair, the tightness of his grip depending on just how hard that warm mouth sucked. Upon closer inspection, Gin could see those hips straining to keep still, as if it were taking all of his control not to thrust into his lover's mouth. That restraint needed fixing.
Setting the tube down onto the night stand, Gin crawled onto bed, taking a brief moment to take in the view of Toshiro pushing that wide cock deep into his throat, humming slightly to rack a shiver across Ichigo's skin, his nipples and muscles twitching with spasms, even though pale hands were already holding down Ichigo's thighs, but it wasn't enough to keep them completely immobile. Tanned hips raised off the mattress in order to either thrust deeper into that throat, which Gin found impossible since he was buried to the hilt already, or to ejaculate his climax, which Gin also found unlikely, considering the tight, claw-like hold Toshiro had on his balls.
Gin leaned forward, catching Ichigo's mouth with his own and successfully coaxing his tongue to come out and play. For someone so adamant about not tasting so sweet, he sure tasted like caramel, and the silver-haired man found it to be the most arousing flavor he'd ever tasted next to Toshiro's vanilla spice.
Ichigo broke away to catch his breath and try to control himself. "That's no fair... ganging up on me!"
"Aw... Dun be like that, Berry..." Ichigo's glare was lost on him. He had had too much experience ignoring Toshiro's. "We just wanna make sure ya're included... Dun tell me ya wanna just sit in the corner an' watch?" That orange head of hair shook a denial at the underlying threat of those words. "I didn't think so..."
Red eyes glanced behind him to see that Toshiro had let Ichigo's hard, thick, and now sopping wet arousal go, making it stand as erect as it could on its own while abused throat gasped for air. It was a breath-taking sight, his eyes half-lidded with sensuality, the dribble of saliva slowly making a trail down his neck, and his flushed face a healthy shade of lustrous red. Both men were in awe of the alluring creature in front of them and their sudden interest in him took him by surprise.
Gin moved the fastest, grabbing Toshiro's spiky hair close to his scalp and forcing him forward in a deep kiss, while Ichigo was only a fraction of a second behind, grabbing the lubrication forgotten on the stand and crawling around until he was behind them. Toshiro's arms were wrapped around Gin's shoulders, fingernails digging moon marks into his back as he tried to steady himself on his knees, the sheets twisted worse among their feet. Gin worked on getting his pants unbuttoned, sliding them and Toshiro's completely off, Toshiro's being a little harder because they were leather. But after freeing the both of them, he rolled, laying Toshiro on the flat of his back and pinning their joint hands beside his head.
Toshiro could not help the provocative sounds coming out of his mouth as the man above him began to generously lavish his nipples with his tongue and teeth, sucking them into pert attention. Gin's legs widened their stance, pushing Toshiro's own legs further apart, and the youngest didn't know what was in store for him until it was too late. With Gin's distraction, he never saw it coming, and thus unprepared when Ichigo reached between them, between their legs from behind, and pressed a slick finger against Toshiro's ass until it popped knuckle-deep inside. He also added to Gin's distraction with his own, a grip on Toshiro's stiff arousal, squeezing just enough to warrant a cry of both pain and relief.
Using that to his advantage, Ichigo fast began to pump that finger in and out, going a little deeper each time, searching for a spot that would allow Toshiro to relax his muscles enough to add another finger and stretch him further. That spot was revealed only moments later, when he'd pressed his finger in as far as it could go and angled to the left. The boy's entire nervous system fried as hot pleasure raced across his body, arching his back off the bed and pressing into Gin's while his voice cracked on a high-pitched groan. Ichigo smirked. Bingo. Toshiro glared at the man, ignoring Gin's snickering, and silently promised him retribution for that little stunt. But for some reason, Ichigo was immune to his stare, and proceeded to jam his finger into the same spot, succeeding in getting Toshiro's eyes to roll up into his eyelids and flopping his head back onto the pillow, finally letting go and just enjoying the sensation.
Wanting in on more the action, Gin let those pale wrists go and climbed off that small body, only to re-position himself one-hundred and eighty degrees, his dick dangling in front of Toshiro's face as he slides his tongue across the slit in Toshiro's adequately weeping shaft. Toshiro wrapped a hand around Gin's cock, trying to anchor himself to something as his nether regions were overloaded with that tongue licking over every inch of him, intruding fingers pumping into him, and feather-light touches tingling down his sides and thighs. The stimulation was overwhelming, and he could only count the seconds to his immanent end if they didn't stop soon.
But they did stop, everything paused in mid action, and once Toshiro was able to catch his breath and slow his heartbeat from the threat of that blinding climax, he peered down the length of his body to see what digressed them away from him. That was a simple answer: each other. They were kissing, and even though he was underneath them, if he tilted his head to the side, he'd have a perfect view.
Ichigo had grabbed Gin's hair, tilted his head as far back as it would go, and fused their lips together. Toshiro could see their tongues molesting each other, trying to fight for dominance over the messy kiss, teeth nipping each time they withdrew for a breath. One of Gin's hands came to rest on Ichigo's neck, teasing his Adam's apple with his nails, trying to gain the upper hand by using slight pain to make the other hesitate in any way. But it only solidified Ichigo, made him assured, confident, and rougher. The hand that wasn't buried in silver hair came up to tweak and pinch a nipple, harshly and mercilessly, pulling the nub hard enough for Gin to gasp and let him plunder that mouth further. With every obstruction gone, Ichigo was free to suck as much as he wanted on that tongue, or fill it with his own.
Toshiro stared at the scene, momentarily struck immobile at the powerful display they were putting on, and when he had readjusted his grip on Gin's arousal hanging near his face, he could see a shudder rippling through his body. He tugged on it again, and Gin's moan was swallowed up with Ichigo's mouth. He pulled on it several more times, each one a little harder as Gin's moans increased in both frequency and volume.
Gin would not do anything to break this up, completely swept up in the pleasure of these two males, moving his hips into Toshiro's hand, opening his mouth as wide as he could for Ichigo's tongue. He was so immersed in a vat of bliss, he didn't notice Toshiro moving, shifting his body to stretch up so that his teeth could slightly graze the head of his penis, sending Gin's already fuzzy mind swirling further down to insanity. Or maybe that was the lack of oxygen, as when Ichigo pulled away he found himself gasping, and his head clearing. Did he just almost asphyxiate by kiss? He couldn't bring himself to care. If he did die of pleasure, would that be such a terrible way to go?
A lick to his balls made his legs quiver and he had to push himself back to avoid sitting on Toshiro's face. He leaned against the headboard, legs wide open and his head falling back and he tried to get himself together. Toshiro had never been like that with him, had never taken charge with him. Despite how much he loved fucking him, his other half had no interest in turning the tables around, so this was a treat for him. Gin got chills and masturbated while he thought of being dominated, and he was finally able to experience it a little further with Ichigo here. He briefly entertained the idea that maybe, just maybe, they could keep Ichigo around, be it for just amusement, or just making him part of their relationship. Was it possible for someone to fall in love from just one night of sex? If he had to answer right at this very moment, he would have no troubles saying yes. That kiss was the doom to his downfall.
His eyes were coaxed open when a hand drifted down the side of his sweaty face, in time to see Toshiro straddling his hip, continuing to run that hand down the middle of his chest and stomach, an eyebrow raised as he looked looked up at his lover's blissful face with amusement. "Have you come back to us, yet?"
Gin nodded, bringing a hand up to rub the spine of Toshiro's back as that grinning mouth lowered to kiss his collar bone, allowing the taller man to see what Ichigo was doing behind him. Once again, that tube of lubrication, ironically flavored strawberry if he remembered correctly, was in his hands as he crawled towards them graceful as a cat on all fours, muscles in his limbs and back shifting as he made a slow show of it. It made for a sensual image when he started kissing Toshiro's back in seemingly random places, while slicking Gin's cock with the lube. His head hit the backboard once more as Ichigo started to tease Toshiro's entrance with the tip of Gin's arousal, and the groan of pure ecstasy left him when Toshiro complied with Ichigo's silent demand. Ever-so-slowly, his lover pushed against Gin's cock until first his head, then his entire length, was completely encased inside of his quivering little hole.
Ichigo plastered himself to Toshiro's back, also within the ring of Gin's legs, and the shorter male relaxed onto Gin's cock, finding himself to be quite comfortable with the long appendage filling his ass. The slick chest behind him actually gave his back a little support, and he leaned into it, allowing space to grow between his and Gin's chest as his legs braced themselves against the headboard. He felt Ichigo's hands cup the cheeks of his ass, and he could anticipate what was going to come next. A hot mouth latched onto his neck, sucking intensely, and he threaded a hand into orange hair, the other pressing against the pale chest in front of him, as he braced himself for the next sensation to overcome the three of them.
Ichigo lifted the small body up with little effort, muscles in his arms bulging to adjust to the sudden resistance the friction of ass and cock made, until Gin's length was a straight line, with only the tip of the head still buried between those ass cheeks. Toshiro's thighs tensed with effort and he attempted to keep his composure, his hand tightening in their hold on his hair as Ichigo lowered him down, and one leg couldn't help but lash out to the side as Gin's cock hit home onto the same spot Ichigo was banging with his finger earlier. As soon and the whites of his eyes rolled to allow his vision to return, and as soon as his chest wasn't heaving like crazy, Ichigo did it again, pulling him off Gin's lap, and slowly letting him slide back down, letting him land again so that Gin's cock was a sturdy pole striking right where it counted, solid and slick against the nerves that sent his body tumbling with shudders. It was so intense, Toshiro had to slump forward to get a hold of himself so he didn't spill himself all over their stomachs so soon. The mouth sucking and licking his ear coaxed him into sitting up again, and he felt more hands on his waist as Gin supported him, and helped lift him back in the air. However, when he came back down, it was a lot faster than before, almost free-falling, and the cock inside him hit the nerves harder, so hard, he thought he actually blacked out for a moment, a scream that sounded suspiciously like his own voice tore through the air, and his entire bone structure rattled with the force in rapturous delight.
Soon, Ichigo no longer had to lift him up. He was still plastered to his back, but Ichigo's hands now wandered up and down his sides as Gin held his hips firmly in place so he could pump a steady rhythm into his stretched hole, making him bounce every time their hips met, until Ichigo pressed against Toshiro's back, gluing him to Gin's chest so they had a hard time moving, but still connected. Gin and Toshiro couldn't see anything but orange hair as he bent further down, but they weren't left wondering for long. Ichigo's mouth sucked and played with Gin's balls, before traveling his tongue up the underside of his length until it disappeared into Toshiro's ass, but he didn't stop there. He pressed his tongue as flat as he could against Toshiro's flesh, and trailed saliva up the crack of his ass. The effect of that entire action? Gin and Toshiro's combined moans filling the room. Experiment: successful.
The bodies in front of him were trembling, it was a very beautiful sight. Perhaps he found a place for himself. Maybe not a place of love, but maybe that's for the better, considering the number of times that emotion had screwed him over. Maybe he would never amount to anything more a good friend to screw from time to time. It was definitely a change from twenty-four hours ago, one his other friends would not be happy with, but he was just so damn tired of trying. Seeing this striking couple in the club had catered to a few kinky fantasies in his head, and then when they allowed him a night of passion at their place, how could he resist? Ichigo always had a sixth sense about people, and he could tell that they weren't drug addicts or dealers. Prostitution was highly unlikely, as well as gang members and illegal arms dealers. Although they weren't famous, this loft hinted they were well-off, and very open-minded, so Ichigo let himself go for tonight. Screw what his friends thought. Screw what anyone thought. The only people that mattered right now, were the two strangers, no lovers, in front of him.
Ichigo pushed a wet finger into Gin, making the man squirm a bit, and in turn causing Toshiro to moan from the movement, like a chain reaction. Interested in these amusing turn of events, Ichigo forced another finger into Gin, watching those hips jerk upwards and sinking himself deeper into Toshiro. It was splendid to see that lanky body writhe, trapped between the bed and Toshiro as Ichigo continued to torture his ass with his fingers, and it was lovely to see Toshiro twist and jerk atop him. He didn't want to keep them waiting and wanting like this, it would be too cruel, even though he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
After thoroughly wetting and stretching Gin with three fingers, and even hitting that sweet spot a few times just to make both bodies squirm, Ichigo again pressed his chest to Toshiro's back, this time keeping a little closer as he guided himself past that tightly ringed entrance. Gin's legs tensed, muscles in his thighs trying to adapt to the sudden intrusion of something much harder and larger than fingers. This was something Toshiro felt every time, though, even now, so he took all of the orange-top in and tried to relax himself, the images of Ichigo banging him, and through him Toshiro, no longer at the forefront of his mind, as this was happening for real.
Taking a moment to let Gin adjust to his thickness, Ichigo wrapped an arm around Toshiro's body and rested a palm on both their stomachs, nosing Toshiro's shoulder as he muttered into his skin. "ready?" Gin's legs were spread wide, Toshiro's feet were trying to steady him at either side of his chest, and Ichigo's legs were under Gins, trying to make enough room for him to perch comfortably and completely dominate everything they did.
Receiving a nod from his two lovers, Ichigo tested the waters, pulling out slightly, and pushing back in with a sharp jab of his hips. The effect was mind-blowing. He seemed to have hit something sensitive inside, as Gin yet again lifted himself into Toshiro. As Ichigo rocked into Gin, he'd rocked Toshiro deeper onto Gin's arousal, and everyone ended up a boneless mess as the friction and pressure and desire clouded their senses, an overload of sensations. Toshiro had to lean his hands on Gin's chest to keep himself from slumping over, and Ichigo thought he heard a crack when Gin threw back his head to let his wordless cry echo around the room. He was feeling double from the others, since he was receiving as well as getting, and he wanted to experience this again and again, now more than ever. This memory was going to forever remain in his head.
His view was gorgeous, Toshiro with his eyes closed, mouth open, and leaning his head back against Ichigo's massive chest, and Ichigo slumping forward and kissing his long-time lover from behind as he started a rhythm for the three of them to follow, his hands traveling all over their pale skin just like theirs were traveling wherever they could reach. There was a lot of noise for such a slow pace, as they took their time to enjoy these new positions, but Ichigo was soon growing unsatisfied with it, and set about giving faster, deeper thrusts into them. Toshiro added to the faster tempo, trying his best to thrust down onto Gin's shaft right as Ichigo shoved himself all the way inside Gin's ass. The bed creaked noisily, the headboard banged against the wall, their bodies slamming into each other with the grace of a hippo on ice. It was messy, noisy, and more frantic than rhythmic, but it worked for them.
It was too much for him to deal with, he couldn't hold back any longer. His head and back hurt from the force of Ichigo's thrusts, which had banged him into the headboard with no mercy. Gripping the sheets with two fists, expression that of pure euphoria and his mind overcome with blissful delirium, Gin released his seed inside Toshiro, like a geyser shooting up jets of hot water. His ass tightened as a rift of pleasure overtook him, nearly painfully cutting off the circulation to Ichigo's cock, who grunted and winced but still caught Toshiro as he followed suit. His orgasm spurting across Gins stomach and chest, the hold Toshiro had on his orange hair painful as every muscle in his body tensed, then crashed boneless to the side on the bed. Gin's dick was freed with a slick pop, covered in lubrication and ejaculation. The appearance of such a delicious sight drove him further into Gin, until he came as well just a few short strokes later, and he continued to pump into him until his balls were milked dry, scooting on his ass to lay at the other end of the bed, his cock in a similar state as Gin's.
The one to recover first from PSB(post sexual bliss) was Toshiro, and seeing the mess they created, he decided to make a trip to the bathroom, regardless of his wobbly legs. He'd made the mistake once of not cleaning up that same night, and the following morning had been disastrous to clean up. To hell if he was going to repeat that when there was a guest in their home. Granted he wasn't a typical house guest, as he'd just screwed their lights out, but he would rather not repeat that incident even without a guest here.
Grabbing a washcloth from the closet and putting it under a warm faucet, he wrung out the extra water and made his way back to the bedroom, where the other two males had somehow managed to cultivate enough energy to crawled and lay properly on the pillows. Snorting at their laziness, he started at Gin's chest and cleaned everything up with little effort, feeling the fatigue start to catch up with him. Half-hazardously throwing the washcloth into the hamper, he then crawled into bed with them. Gin immediately pulled him closer into a hug, grinning from ear to ear, obviously satisfied with the night's activities.
"Shiro-chan... Can we keep him?" Noticing the head of orange tilt their way from where he was laying behind Gin, Toshiro couldn't keep himself from teasing the man. Even if Gin got away with calling him his most hated nickname, he was feeling very satisfied right now.
"Well, it's a huge responsibility, taking care of a strawberry." And he had said this with a straight face, earning a small chuckle from Gin.
"I promise ta feed it and take care of it an' give it lotsa love!" That's when a tanned hand slapped the back of his head.
"Stop speaking about me as if I were a dog!"
Toshiro peeked at Ichigo's annoyed face and smirked. "But answer us seriously. Are you interested in staying around for a while?"
Red eyes also glanced his way from the corner of Gin's face, and Ichigo felt like he was prisoner caught in the pitch black of night with a search light. He got a really good feeling about these two when he first laid eyes on them, and they wanted to keep him in their relationship after just one night? But of course they don't mean it like that, they mean it in only a sexual way, to give them a threesome should the need arise, or for either of them to just fuck someone different. Well, it would fit his new mentality, his new beginning he'd pledged earlier that night; no more love, only lust. Love was something special between two people, there could never be a third, so society says. And considering his recent bad luck with it...
But he had to admit that tonight had been fun, and if given the chance to do it again, he'd agree in a heartbeat.
He nodded, resigning himself to the doghouse. "Sure. Give me a whistle, and I'll make time."
AN: Ta-da! And that's the end of it! Hmm... I'm not satisfied with the ending scene, but I've made someone wait long enough... Might make this a two-shot... But that comes later. Need to get several one-shots up, not to mention everything else updated... XD Happy birthday, QueenOfCitrus! You have been a stone pillar of confidence and encouragement to me! Sorry this story is late, but I -HAVE- been giving you snippets of it, at least. XD I hope you like it!
-Kuro