"Don't Ask me to Breathe," Bleach: Kisuke/Yoruichi, NC-17, 03 March
Title: Don't Ask Me to Breathe
Author: Silvia (nightshade_ave )
Rating: R, X, NC-17, don't look if you don't like pr0nz
Warnings: Honestly, I don't know how to do this but the prompt gives you a good idea of what to expect
Prompt: Bleach, Kisuke/Yoruichi: fuck buddies, sex between crises, sweat, humor, finger fucking, sex standing up - Who knows when this chance might come again?
Don't Ask Me to Breathe
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Yoruichi was fighting Kisuke's tongue with her own as they stumbled into his dark room.
He was walking backwards so he let her go and slid the screen to his room shut. He didn't bother to turn the lights on, no need to waste time at this point. Who knew how long they really had, anyway?
Yoruichi spun Kisuke around and started kissing him again, just as rough and needy as before. They were in a battle, but not one of dominance; rather they were so starved of one another they were fighting for room to get what they each wanted. No matter how many years went by, it was as if they were still young lovers who could never get enough of each other.
Yoruichi pulled Kisuke with her and they collapsed against one another on his western-style bed. She immediately started pulling at his clothes, barely restraining herself from tearing them apart. They continued kissing, with Yoruichi running her tongue along the top of his mouth and then across the front of his teeth before they broke apart, breathless. She laughed as a little saliva dribbled down her chin, and Kisuke smirked.
While he paused for a moment she immediately ran both hands inside his pants and grabbed his cock, her left hand around the base and her right hand massaging the tip. Kisuke shuddered and leaned his forehead against her right shoulder. Yoruichi laughed as she gently pulled and pinched Kisuke penis. She never felt more beautiful in her life than moments like these where she could feel his member getting hard beneath her fingers. The knowledge that she could elicit such a reaction from him made her heart race, and that distinct feeling in the pit of her stomach began to rise.
“Yoruichi,” Kisuke whispered through a strained, heavy breath.
Her left hand squeezed a bit and she ran her thumb over the head of his penis where she felt a small drop of precum. “You know I love it when you come in my hands,” she said in that sulty, 'I've-got-you-right-where-I-want-you' way.
Kisuke groaned as she increased her pressure and speed. “I couldn't stop myself now if I tried,” he panted heavily into her chest just below her collarbone.
She leaned over to whisper in his ear as she felt him shake; she knew he was close. “I wouldn't have it any other way,” she told him in an airy voice.
It had been too long since they were together like this, she was too good at what she did to him, and she knew he couldn't resist when she spoke to him like that. Kisuke groaned loudly and came into her hand, his hips involuntarily lurching toward her. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but by the time he was done he felt a considerable pool of liquid inside his pants and all over his member. He lifted his head from her shoulder to look at her with eyes clouded with lust for this woman, the woman who had stolen many things from him over the years, including his heart.
“You've made such a mess, I guess I have to clean you up,” she winked at him and licked at the corner of her lips and Kisuke's eyes widened in response. She pushed him up until he sat back away from her with his legs spread before her. She pulled his pants down so she could see what she had to work with and smiled at him.
He was already sensitive from his orgasm, and she knew this all too well. She ran her tongue gently along his the inside of his left thigh, lapping up all of his ejaculate as she made her way toward his cock once more. The moment she licked at the base, Kisuke clenched his eyes shut and his head fell back, his hands digging into the sheets on either side of him. This was almost too much, those soft touches of her tongue all over him. However there was only enough in each spot to tease, to twist his muscles in his abdomen until he was sure he was ready to come again. She worked her way up his shaft until her mouth was at the tip. She let out a hot breath on the tip before taking the head in her mouth and suckling gently, just enough to make his hips push up off the bed again.
A strangled sound came from Kisuke's mouth as his right hand reached for her hair, and he ran his hand through it. In response Yoruichi took more of him in her mouth, so slow that he thought he would die of anticipation. Once he was buried to the hilt she made a swallowing motion that nearly undid him. He gripped her hair in his right hand and slowly yet forcefully pulled her head back until there was an audible 'pop' of her letting go of him.
Once her face was level with his, Kisuke crushed his mouth to hers in need. He needed to make her feel everything he felt, he needed to hear her cry under the work of his hands and his mouth, just as she had done to him. And when they both thought they were sated, he'd join them in that ancient union that would remind them both that they were nothing without one another.
Kisuke used his left hand to push Yoruichi back until she was on her back against the mattress. He broke their kiss for a moment move with her and kneel over her hips before his mouth came rushing back to hers. With his right hand still running through her hair, Kisuke's left hand moved to find her skin beneath her shirt and her back arched up into his hand as he rubbed and pulled at her right breast.
Kisuke pulled away from her lips to catch his breath. Her chest was heaving in his hand, she was just as out of breath as he. He smiled at her swollen lips and the desire he saw in her eyes as his hand worked at her chest. He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose at the base of her neck and she brought her left hand up to rub at the back of his neck. Words weren't necessary; they knew how much they loved each other. Kisuke removed his left hand from her breast and forced it under her back to pull her into a tight embrace. She let out a deep breath while she held on to him, relishing these rare moments when they could truly show the other how they felt. For them, a hug was just as sensual as any other intimate embrace.
Getting back to the task at hand, Kisuke's right hand slowly trailed down Yoruichi's side, down her hip, and inside her pants. He pulled them down enough for his hand to move across to her core and began to rub his fingers along the opening. Yoruichi gasped and her right hand squeezed his hair, her left hand coming up to join it in his scalp. She bit her bottom lip as her hands explored, he knew every inch of her but she swore each time it was as if he was looking for something new, something he had missed and it drove her crazy.
He pressed his thumb against her clitoris and she hissed; he laughed as that was exactly what he wanted to hear. She writhed beneath him and he slowly pushed two fingers inside. She let out a breath that normally would have signaled she was annoyed, but Kisuke knew better. He languidly stretched and prodded at her insides, and Yoruichi was burning up. She was starting to pant heavily as he worked, and he could slowly feel her juices sliding down his fingers. After a few moments he slowly but forcefully added a third finger, and he felt her inner muscles squeeze against him.
Kisuke raised his head to look at her while he continued his task, and her face was flushed as her chest heaved up and down. He moved his head up to kiss her again, this time taking it slow. They kissed gently and passionately as he moved his fingers within her; with each kiss they were declaring their feelings for one another all over again. After a few minutes Kisuke began to reach for a specific spot and Yoruichi held her breath. She did that whenever she was close and he hated it; he didn't want her to pass out but she explained to him that it was involuntary, she couldn't help it.
He pressed his thumb to her bud again and her inner muscles clamped on his fingers. She made a very short squeak in the back of her throat behind clenched teeth and Kisuke knew it was over. He pulled his fingers out of her and they dripped with her scent. He quickly wiped his hand on his pants before disrobing completely. He helped Yoruichi sit forward and she did the same. Now naked with him, she pulled herself up from under him and turned around, kneeling with her core facing him.
He pushed himself up this knees, which still felt useless after what she'd done to him earlier, and eased himself inside her. He let out a gasp; no matter how many times they did this she always felt amazing, always made him feel amazing. She pushed back against him and brought him out of his temporary reverie, reminding him that he had something to do for both of them. As they started their final slow dance, Kisuke couldn't help but think this was heaven, his own personal heaven with the only person he would ever need with him. He hoped she felt the same, and in the back of his mind he knew she did, but he hoped for it anyway.
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