Matters Most Pressing [Bleach, Jyuushiro/Shunsui, NC-17]
Title: Matters Most Pressing
Prompt: Bleach, Ukitake/Shunsui: Rough sex - Don’t underestimate my strength.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M
Word Count: 1351
Summary: He should have known better than to protest.
A/N: Again, I apologise for my lateness! Also, I'm so not used to writing this kind of content, so concrit would be lovely. Also posted to my own journal.
Shunsui was woken from restless sleep by a hand in his hair and another at his shoulder, dragging him roughly from where he lay. He followed them for lack of mind to do otherwise, despite the aches that dragged uncomfortably at his body and the cold that did nothing to help. He really had no desire to move, but he had no strength to argue. He clambered as he was pulled and after what seemed like an age he was able to lay down again. It was more comfortable here, he realised, particularly when a soft blanket was pulled to cover his cool skin and a warm body pressed against his back. He could get some decent sleep at last, he thought, nuzzling the pillow with a groan as his aching body settled to sleep.
The body, it seemed, had other ideas. Warm hands spread their heat over his skin like melting butter. His hair was combed by fingers over and over, brushed away from his face so that a path of kisses could form down the back of his neck. The path continued over his shoulders, fractured occasionally by gentle brushes of teeth that sent shivers over his skin. There was a sharp pain then, and he groaned and attempted to move away. The body was determined, it seemed, because more kisses made their way down his back, following his spine with those hands again, that seemed to know his body as well as they would know their own. He swiped for one of the hands and rolled, pulling the body to lay across him.
"You should be resting," he mumbled.
"Not tired," was the breathy reply. It was followed by a heated kiss and his hands roaming again and it was more than a few moments later that Shunsui managed to find the will to break the kiss.
"That shows, but you've only just recovered. Rest."
"I'm fine. I'm not made of glass." The words were whispered against his skin and the kisses began again, this time down his chest. White hair was caught by what little light trickled into the room as it brushed against his skin. The breath falling on his skin had him shivering and those expert hands knew exactly how to tease him. It was unbearable and yet he made no move to stop it. He never did. His hands followed the kisses down to his navel and combed through his lover's hair.
His mind was clouded with sleep and the tingling sensations that ran over his skin in waves, and no coherent thought seemed to make it through the haze until there was a finger, slick, and then another that slid inside him and he was shocked with a gasp to open his eyes. Now very much awake, he became aware that he was pulling at his lover's hair more than must be comfortable, but Jyuushiro did not seem to be bothered by it. Instead there was a flash of the smile that was solely his, the one that was not kind and innocent but teasing and sinful, that was reserved for the times when they would not sleep for there were far more pressing things to be getting on with.
The smile only widened when he made some sort of attempt at speech, and Jyuushiro leant forward to lick a teasing line, meeting Shunsui's eyes in the suggestive way he had perfected before taking him into his mouth without warning. Shunsui cried out, and there was a chuckle around him that made him moan again before Jyuushiro moved to kiss lower, and lower, with barely-there brushes of lips and tongue and a rather undignified sound that left Shunsui's mouth before his hand reached to mute it. He was breathless, and the sleepy haze in his mind had been replaced with nothing but heat.
He was stuttering words that he was sure had made sense before they left his mouth when Jyuushiro's mouth took him again. He tried and failed to stop his hips from rocking up, but Jyuushiro did not seem to mind, only moaning around him when his hands tightened in white hair just a little too hard. Shunsui could not let go, or even loosen his grip. He could barely think to breathe. If Jyuushiro's hands knew him well, then his mouth knew him better, and Shunsui's mind was either wonderfully or unbearably blank.
He was brought back from his dizzied state once again by the absence of the body against his and then the brush of tongue and the searing pain of teeth upon his neck. The bite was sure to mark, but Shunsui could not find it in him to care. There was a heat rising beneath his skin that would not let him think of anything but his lover.
His hands found the sheets beneath him briefly before pulling at the fabric of the robe that quickly fell from pale skin to an unknown place away from their bed. Then there was skin beneath his fingertips, sticky, and he could not touch enough of it. It felt as though he would never be able to sate the desire to claim every part of his lover's skin with touches and kisses and the dragging of his teeth that never failed to bring Jyuushiro's body to arc away from where he lay.
His wrists were held roughly and his hands brought to his thighs with the silent instruction that that is where they would stay, holding his legs in the position that Jyuushiro had pushed them to, and then his breath left him in a sudden outward sigh. The pleasure was torturous, a torture that should never stop, because there was nothing like this, laying here with his lover smiling down at him, skin flushed and sweaty, caught by the moonlight. Jyuushiro fell to rest over him, breathing heavily against his neck.
Shunsui made a noise that was something between a groan and a whine. Jyuushiro chuckled.
"It isn't like you to be so impatient," he murmured.
"Like this, anybody would be impatient. Now, can you-" His sentence was broken by his sharp gasp as Jyuushiro moved suddenly.
After that quick movement, what followed was infuriatingly slow. He was amazed that Jyuushiro still had the self control to tease him so, and more amazed that he still had the desire to. He had moved almost all the way out of him and pressed his lips to Shunsui's, pulling away only when Shunsui sought to deepen the kiss.
"Killing me," Shunsui managed to say. "Killing me slowly."
The answer was a chuckle against his cheek and pleasure shocking through him moved suddenly, roughly and he was filled, inexplicably, over and over again. Jyuushiro was pulling his hair hard enough that it should have hurt, but it did nothing but heighten the feeling that had him giving up on any passersby not hearing him.
His hips raised slightly from the bed with each thrust and Jyuushiro too was moaning, if more quietly, against his shoulder. Shunsui found his legs rising to wrap around his lover and pull him deeper, and then Jyuushiro's fingertips were brushing over his ribs, at his neck and reaching between them. Shunsui's hands slid over his lover's back in his attempt to find something to hold onto, catching in the pale hair that had stuck there. Heat coursed through him, his body moving arrhythmically and he felt that heat cover his lover's hand and his own abdomen. He relaxed, exhausted, onto the bed, panting again back into his lungs until Jyuushiro kissed him with enough passionate force that his breath was stolen again and his body felt as though it could not take any more sensation. He felt Jyuushiro tense above him and their kiss became more an absent-minded meeting of tongues. Jyuushiro's weight collapsed onto his chest and they said nothing as they caught their breath. Eventually Jyuushiro rolled over, tumbling back onto the bed with a heavy sigh.
"I told you I wasn't tired," he said.
"I should know better than to underestimate you, shouldn't I?"
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Prompt: Bleach, Ukitake/Shunsui: Rough sex - Don’t underestimate my strength.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M
Word Count: 1351
Summary: He should have known better than to protest.
A/N: Again, I apologise for my lateness! Also, I'm so not used to writing this kind of content, so concrit would be lovely. Also posted to my own journal.
Shunsui was woken from restless sleep by a hand in his hair and another at his shoulder, dragging him roughly from where he lay. He followed them for lack of mind to do otherwise, despite the aches that dragged uncomfortably at his body and the cold that did nothing to help. He really had no desire to move, but he had no strength to argue. He clambered as he was pulled and after what seemed like an age he was able to lay down again. It was more comfortable here, he realised, particularly when a soft blanket was pulled to cover his cool skin and a warm body pressed against his back. He could get some decent sleep at last, he thought, nuzzling the pillow with a groan as his aching body settled to sleep.
The body, it seemed, had other ideas. Warm hands spread their heat over his skin like melting butter. His hair was combed by fingers over and over, brushed away from his face so that a path of kisses could form down the back of his neck. The path continued over his shoulders, fractured occasionally by gentle brushes of teeth that sent shivers over his skin. There was a sharp pain then, and he groaned and attempted to move away. The body was determined, it seemed, because more kisses made their way down his back, following his spine with those hands again, that seemed to know his body as well as they would know their own. He swiped for one of the hands and rolled, pulling the body to lay across him.
"You should be resting," he mumbled.
"Not tired," was the breathy reply. It was followed by a heated kiss and his hands roaming again and it was more than a few moments later that Shunsui managed to find the will to break the kiss.
"That shows, but you've only just recovered. Rest."
"I'm fine. I'm not made of glass." The words were whispered against his skin and the kisses began again, this time down his chest. White hair was caught by what little light trickled into the room as it brushed against his skin. The breath falling on his skin had him shivering and those expert hands knew exactly how to tease him. It was unbearable and yet he made no move to stop it. He never did. His hands followed the kisses down to his navel and combed through his lover's hair.
His mind was clouded with sleep and the tingling sensations that ran over his skin in waves, and no coherent thought seemed to make it through the haze until there was a finger, slick, and then another that slid inside him and he was shocked with a gasp to open his eyes. Now very much awake, he became aware that he was pulling at his lover's hair more than must be comfortable, but Jyuushiro did not seem to be bothered by it. Instead there was a flash of the smile that was solely his, the one that was not kind and innocent but teasing and sinful, that was reserved for the times when they would not sleep for there were far more pressing things to be getting on with.
The smile only widened when he made some sort of attempt at speech, and Jyuushiro leant forward to lick a teasing line, meeting Shunsui's eyes in the suggestive way he had perfected before taking him into his mouth without warning. Shunsui cried out, and there was a chuckle around him that made him moan again before Jyuushiro moved to kiss lower, and lower, with barely-there brushes of lips and tongue and a rather undignified sound that left Shunsui's mouth before his hand reached to mute it. He was breathless, and the sleepy haze in his mind had been replaced with nothing but heat.
He was stuttering words that he was sure had made sense before they left his mouth when Jyuushiro's mouth took him again. He tried and failed to stop his hips from rocking up, but Jyuushiro did not seem to mind, only moaning around him when his hands tightened in white hair just a little too hard. Shunsui could not let go, or even loosen his grip. He could barely think to breathe. If Jyuushiro's hands knew him well, then his mouth knew him better, and Shunsui's mind was either wonderfully or unbearably blank.
He was brought back from his dizzied state once again by the absence of the body against his and then the brush of tongue and the searing pain of teeth upon his neck. The bite was sure to mark, but Shunsui could not find it in him to care. There was a heat rising beneath his skin that would not let him think of anything but his lover.
His hands found the sheets beneath him briefly before pulling at the fabric of the robe that quickly fell from pale skin to an unknown place away from their bed. Then there was skin beneath his fingertips, sticky, and he could not touch enough of it. It felt as though he would never be able to sate the desire to claim every part of his lover's skin with touches and kisses and the dragging of his teeth that never failed to bring Jyuushiro's body to arc away from where he lay.
His wrists were held roughly and his hands brought to his thighs with the silent instruction that that is where they would stay, holding his legs in the position that Jyuushiro had pushed them to, and then his breath left him in a sudden outward sigh. The pleasure was torturous, a torture that should never stop, because there was nothing like this, laying here with his lover smiling down at him, skin flushed and sweaty, caught by the moonlight. Jyuushiro fell to rest over him, breathing heavily against his neck.
Shunsui made a noise that was something between a groan and a whine. Jyuushiro chuckled.
"It isn't like you to be so impatient," he murmured.
"Like this, anybody would be impatient. Now, can you-" His sentence was broken by his sharp gasp as Jyuushiro moved suddenly.
After that quick movement, what followed was infuriatingly slow. He was amazed that Jyuushiro still had the self control to tease him so, and more amazed that he still had the desire to. He had moved almost all the way out of him and pressed his lips to Shunsui's, pulling away only when Shunsui sought to deepen the kiss.
"Killing me," Shunsui managed to say. "Killing me slowly."
The answer was a chuckle against his cheek and pleasure shocking through him moved suddenly, roughly and he was filled, inexplicably, over and over again. Jyuushiro was pulling his hair hard enough that it should have hurt, but it did nothing but heighten the feeling that had him giving up on any passersby not hearing him.
His hips raised slightly from the bed with each thrust and Jyuushiro too was moaning, if more quietly, against his shoulder. Shunsui found his legs rising to wrap around his lover and pull him deeper, and then Jyuushiro's fingertips were brushing over his ribs, at his neck and reaching between them. Shunsui's hands slid over his lover's back in his attempt to find something to hold onto, catching in the pale hair that had stuck there. Heat coursed through him, his body moving arrhythmically and he felt that heat cover his lover's hand and his own abdomen. He relaxed, exhausted, onto the bed, panting again back into his lungs until Jyuushiro kissed him with enough passionate force that his breath was stolen again and his body felt as though it could not take any more sensation. He felt Jyuushiro tense above him and their kiss became more an absent-minded meeting of tongues. Jyuushiro's weight collapsed onto his chest and they said nothing as they caught their breath. Eventually Jyuushiro rolled over, tumbling back onto the bed with a heavy sigh.
"I told you I wasn't tired," he said.
"I should know better than to underestimate you, shouldn't I?"
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