Fanfic: Not Quite By the Book Nanao/Shunsui rated NC 18 for Nerdowl 1/1
Author: starbearertm
Pairing: Nanao/Shunsui
Genre: Lemon, romance,
Word count: 2716
Rating: NC18
Spoilers: The Morning After, Dawn of a New Day,
A/N: For nerdowl as a nice distraction from recent goings on.
Disclaimer: Bleach was created by Tite Kubo and is owned by Shonen Jump, not me. I make no money from the writing of this story. Both individuals involved are of the age of consent for such activity in the United States.
It had all started with a book that Nanao found. Not just any book, but one particular recommended by the Women’s Shinigami association. One that some would find scandalous and others find tame depending upon the reader. She carried it tucked beneath her arm that day on her way to work, but never allowed anyone to see the title. Not that many questioned her reading material or dared to considering her reputation for people in squad 8 being nosy.
Today was no exception when she entered the office. Stacks of forms lay unfinished but the pile was at least smaller. Her captain was nowhere to be found, but a note was neatly printed on the top which made her shake her head.
“Dear Nanao chan,
Went out for a walk with Ukitake. I did my best to try and get through these, but I hope you’ll be able to finish them before I get back, my dear.
Don’t forget dinner’s at my place tonight. I’m making it. And do leave whatever you don’t finish behind. It’ll still be there for tomorrow. I can’t have you working your pretty fingers to the bone, now can I?
Love,
Shunsui.”
She suppressed a blush at the hugs and kisses written there, but tucked the note into her kimono before anyone noticed it. Under her breath she muttered, “Really Taicho…”
Quickly she placed the book beneath the done stack of papers before she tackled what was left for her. She would have some choice words to say to her captain, but they wouldn’t be as shrill as usual because he HAD tried for a change. Just like he had for the past two weeks since things had changed between them.
**
Hours later, after she finished the stacks of papers that day, she glanced around as if she knew she wasn’t alone. She then pulled out the book from the stack she left there for reading on break, and opened it carefully to where she had placed her pressed flower bookmark.
The feel of reiatsu undeniably familiar fanned over her like a summer breeze, leaving a tingle in its wake. Twin spots of red formed on her cheeks in that instant. He was nearby, either hiding or spying on her. Just what on earth had he and Ukitake been talking about? They often discussed problems together as well as simply spent afternoons relaxing as old friends usually did.
From directly behind her she sensed the crackle of his unique reiatsu. Ukitake’s smelled like a breeze off the ocean, warm and friendly. Kyoraku’s was warm in a similar manner but hung in the air like rich incense or perfume. Overtop of hers it clung, seeking her out like invisible tendrils to form a comfortable cloak reassuring her he was there even though hidden. The last time he’d tried sneaking up on her she’d used the book she was reading right on his head.
She snapped the book closed. Two strong hands slid around the chair from behind, accompanied by soft kisses on her exposed neck. A long curly lock of brown hair dangled just over her shoulder. Even if she tried to turn her head all she saw was more fudge colored waves. Steadily down her uniformed front his hands crept to her breasts curving out her kimono so slightly.
“Taicho, not in the office!” she half yelped.
Both hands stopped poised from squeezing her assets, small though they were. Hot breath pulsing against her neck his warm voice pouted, “You’re no fun Nanao chan!”
“And you’re just as perverted as ever,” she shot back, trying to turn around in the seat. At eye level was a muscular hairy set of abs revealed in the V of his Kimono. He didn’t wrap it as tightly as other shinigami did, preferring to show off one of his distinctive features. Her hands touched the pink floral silk of that kimono he wore draped overtop his white squad 8 haori.
Sitting down like this her chin was level almost with the inexpensive flashy sash he tucked his twin zanpakuto in. Muscles flexed and twitched irresistibly so her hands moved to them like magnets. He grasped her wrist, pushing her hand under his kimono. His other hand pulled her up and out of the seat so he could sit her on the desk.
“My paperwork! Taicho, knock it off!” Nanao protested. Nevertheless her nether regions tingled with desire.
“Your paperwork is all done, and I would be a horrible man letting you spend one moment more in this stuffy office, Nanao chan,” he chuckled, dipping his head down.
She only saw his playful smirk for a moment. Minute hairs of his beard tickled her cheek he rubbed his against. One strong hand nudged her legs apart so he could kneel between them, the other pushing her captured hand deeper into his robe. Obliging him she rubbed and petted the soft body hair.
“I don’t need rescuing, Taicho,” she said, though her next words were stifled behind soft lips.
Strong, solid, and tall. Smelling of sake, musk and blossom. The taste of alcohol brushed over her tongue from his invading her mouth. Her other hand was still free to grab and push him away from her but she couldn’t think straight from the kiss deepening.
“You do need rescuing, and I’m just the man to do it,” he chuckled once their kiss finished. Breathless Nanao pressed her head to his chest.
“You’re impossible Taicho,” she muttered, flushed red with embarrassment and arousal. Releasing her body, his hand ventured towards the book only partly concealed beneath the now scattered papers.
“What’s this? I’m pleased you’re reading up on such heady subjects in love,” he teased. Just out of reach he dangled the book she tried to grab back.
She squawked, “Taicho, that’s nothing you need to… it’s just research for the WSA!”
Amused, Kyoraku pulled her close to his chest and looked carefully at the title. “The joy of sex for the modern female shinigami… why Nanao chan, you should have borrowed my copy of the Kama sutra…”
“Taicho, it’s NOT what you think!” Nanao managed to get out.
“Doing a little research never hurt,” he continued to tease. He loved seeing that frustrated look in her eyes because they glowed so sensually.
“I HAVE read the Kama sutra for your information, Taicho,” she grumbled, pushing up her glasses. “Now please give that back!”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed Nanao chan, I was only joking around,” Kyoraku said gently handing it back to her. His hand rubbed her back soothingly.
“It’s just… that I want to keep what we do in the bedroom, private. Not… joke about it as if it were some cheap and tawdry…” she began. A finger against her lips silenced her.
That playful look vanished giving way to a serious face. “Don’t think that for a second, Nanao. What we have is our business and it’s beautiful. But there’s no harm in having fun with it either.”
“I’m sorry Taicho. It’s just that I am not accustomed to such an intimate relationship. I don’t wish to…” she stammered out realizing he looked hurt.
“Spit it out Nanao chan. You can tell me anything,” he urged.
“I was half thinking you’d tease about doing such things in the office…” she said sheepishly.
“Well maybe when you’re more comfortable we will,” he chuckled, kissing her softly for a minute. “Now am I forgiven?”
“Taicho… that’s not what I was about to say. I… wouldn’t mind… trying such things… in private though,” she admitted, looking at the book clutched to her chest.
That energetic sparkle returned into his hazel eyes. He helped her down off the desk, wrapping his arm around her. She picked up his hat to hand to him as they walked out the door. “Let’s go eat some dinner, Nanao chan. And have a little fun.”
***
Sun spilled in a golden rectangle across Kyoraku’s expansive bed. Covered in a mattress pad with soft cotton sheets she had to admit it was one o the most comfortable things she had ever slept in or on. Sleeping with Kyoraku meant sharing his quarters as well as the decadent things he bought for himself among the cheap.
He spent a good deal of money on hairpins and a thick mattress and box spring, but the bedstead itself and the other furniture were relatively inexpensive. His quarters were moderate in size, only belying his rank, not the rich station of his family. She had heard rumors about it, but had never visited the Kyoraku estate.
Nanao kept the book near them, frowning as she took in the various poses. She then turned over in the huge expanse of bed and flopped it in front. A warm tongue tickled the sole of her foot and she suppressed a giggle.
“I’m not going to let you kiss me with the same mouth you’re using to suckle there,” she grumbled. A hand gently swatted her back backside causing her to yelp. Now the owner of said bed suckled and licked her big toe as if it were ambrosia. Nanao let a moan escape her before she seized the book again and confirmed that they were in the correct configuration for a sixty-nine. However, Kyoraku was breaking the rules by engaging in some foot fetish.
“Nanao chan is so mean,” came Kyoraku’s voice from somewhere along the other end. She looked up from the book only to be presented with his abs, and something hard and firm lower down. Determined not to lose her nerve she reached forwards to gingerly caress the object that had pleasured her before. Seeing it in daylight was just… different.
“Taicho, this wasn’t the plan! You’re supposed to pleasure me... while I pleasure you… not… devour my feet!” she snapped, turning her face away from him.
“I’m improvising, Nanao chan,” he purred, removing his lips from her big toe. Strong hands rubbed and caressed the soles of her feet, wringing another low groan from her. Around her middle, the folds of the robe pulled up and slipped down barely covered her nudity. She threw a fold of robe over him and turned enough to glare down at him.
“Taicho! You agreed to me exploring the positions in this book! Are you going back on your word?” Nanao scolded.
Long curly brown hair cascaded around his shoulders and in a half circle on the bed. Sighing he released her foot and relented, “All right, you win.”
Both her hands wrapped around his length again, feeling the slick vein underneath. Thick around as her wrist and swollen with blood, but still something she felt shy looking at in daylight. Still feeling self conscious she reached her tongue out tentatively towards his member. His large hands rubbed the backs of her thighs, raising one up on his shoulder. She hesitated, unsure of the taste and smell and if it was hygienic or not.
“Nanao chan, if you’d rather not,” he murmured soothingly, pinching her backside.
“Taicho I never said such a thing,” she protested, encircling the base with her one hand. She squeezed the contents of the nearby tube over her hands and breathed on it. The smell of cherries and other fragrances covered any that caused her further hesitation.
“Ahh, Nanao chan,” he hissed in delight. “You can be rougher with me…”
“You’re making me nervous Taicho,” she half stammered. Already his tongue licked her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she could feel herself already wet. His soft beard tickled her sensitive skin adding to the pleasure. Molten breath increased her heat considerably. She yelped loudly at something warm entering her opening.
In a shy corner of her mind she was glad she had followed the advice of others about taking pride in her grooming from head to toe. Normally she wouldn’t have worried about such things, but for this reason she knew it would be more inviting to him. Not that he would stop even if she hadn’t trimmed in places that made her ordinarily blush.
“I don’t mind hair at all on a woman. It’s natural,” Kyoraku had reassured her. “I shouldn’t talk since I’m practically a bear in a fur suit!”
Again she lowered her head to the task at hand. Shunsui’s hiss encouraged her to open her mouth wider and encase him inside its wetness. Up and down on the last third she licked and sucked thankful for the fruit flavored body rub with a hint of cinnamon. Her other hand brushed lower where his hair was thickest. A low moan from his mouth rumbled against her sensitive place, and Nanao thought she’d explode or weep in bliss.
She did both around the task her mouth occupied itself with. His hands tightened on her hips as hers did on his muscular backside. Kyoraku’s nose rubbed in just the right spot along with his tongue. Right there. The perfect spot she desperately needed relief. Something akin to electricity without lethal effects twisted her body and his at the same moment.
Over her palate, down her chin came the release after she heard his muffled shout. All too soon he slid out of her mouth so she could breathe more easily, rolled onto her back panting for breath. All parts of her body tingled for more. Through fogged glasses she glimpsed the bright flowers and birds painted on his ceiling. Her eyes took a few minutes to come into focus. Was it her imagination or was the room spinning in much the same manner it did after they made love the usual way?
Surprised and dazed she ran two fingers through the wet substance that exemplified his released desire covering her robe, chin, and partly bared chest. Eyes closed she barely noticed the shifting of the bed proceeding his strong arms wrapping around her. His tongue licked over the mess he’d made. “Sorry Nanao chan, I didn’t mean to do that…”
“It was… interesting… but I… it wasn’t something I hated, Taicho,” she confessed, curling into his embrace. “I am just concerned I failed to perform it correctly.”
“You’re too hard on yourself Nanao chan,” he shushed her, bending in to kiss her mouth.
To divert her awkward thoughts she reached down towards the hard object poking her thighs. Eagerly he rocked into her. She slipped it between her legs for a few minutes, still yielding to a deep breath robbing kiss. Her flailing hand slapped down the next page of the book, revealing another page she’d bookmarked.
“I’d prefer this one,” Shunsui protested, flipping the pages over to another explicitly drawn pose.
“Why THAT one?” Nanao asked, leaning against his chest that heaved in and out.
“Because I prefer seeing your lovely face when we make passionate love,” Kyoraku admitted, combing fingers through her hair.
Nanao blushed at this, intently watching him roll over onto his back. One muscular thigh bent up, the other lay prone with his body. She wrapped both hands around his knee tentatively, bottom aligned with him. It only took one sturdy large hand to guide her down. Both their eyes met in that moment they left the book and were reassured the position was right.
As always she inhaled deep breaths once he entered her. The jovial gleam in his sight reassured Nanao to slide the rest of the way down. Humming in pleasure Kyoraku massaged her back. She had to turn her head only slight to the side to keep eye contact. On either side of his knees wrapped both legs allowing her to pull up and down along his bent limb. Once, twice, three times. An indescribable bliss blossomed right where he’d pleasured her before. In the seconds she rose she missed the presence of his strength permeating her being.
He always smiled as they made love. Never insisted she take her glasses off. Nanao panted more deeply and increased her pace desperately. Sturdy hands on her hips stopped her for just a moment. That questioning hurt look in her eyes was answered by him lifting her off and repositioning her astride him so she braced her hands on his chest. Nanao never broke their gaze on their way to another limit and beyond.
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Pairing: Nanao/Shunsui
Genre: Lemon, romance,
Word count: 2716
Rating: NC18
Spoilers: The Morning After, Dawn of a New Day,
A/N: For nerdowl as a nice distraction from recent goings on.
Disclaimer: Bleach was created by Tite Kubo and is owned by Shonen Jump, not me. I make no money from the writing of this story. Both individuals involved are of the age of consent for such activity in the United States.
It had all started with a book that Nanao found. Not just any book, but one particular recommended by the Women’s Shinigami association. One that some would find scandalous and others find tame depending upon the reader. She carried it tucked beneath her arm that day on her way to work, but never allowed anyone to see the title. Not that many questioned her reading material or dared to considering her reputation for people in squad 8 being nosy.
Today was no exception when she entered the office. Stacks of forms lay unfinished but the pile was at least smaller. Her captain was nowhere to be found, but a note was neatly printed on the top which made her shake her head.
“Dear Nanao chan,
Went out for a walk with Ukitake. I did my best to try and get through these, but I hope you’ll be able to finish them before I get back, my dear.
Don’t forget dinner’s at my place tonight. I’m making it. And do leave whatever you don’t finish behind. It’ll still be there for tomorrow. I can’t have you working your pretty fingers to the bone, now can I?
Love,
Shunsui.”
She suppressed a blush at the hugs and kisses written there, but tucked the note into her kimono before anyone noticed it. Under her breath she muttered, “Really Taicho…”
Quickly she placed the book beneath the done stack of papers before she tackled what was left for her. She would have some choice words to say to her captain, but they wouldn’t be as shrill as usual because he HAD tried for a change. Just like he had for the past two weeks since things had changed between them.
**
Hours later, after she finished the stacks of papers that day, she glanced around as if she knew she wasn’t alone. She then pulled out the book from the stack she left there for reading on break, and opened it carefully to where she had placed her pressed flower bookmark.
The feel of reiatsu undeniably familiar fanned over her like a summer breeze, leaving a tingle in its wake. Twin spots of red formed on her cheeks in that instant. He was nearby, either hiding or spying on her. Just what on earth had he and Ukitake been talking about? They often discussed problems together as well as simply spent afternoons relaxing as old friends usually did.
From directly behind her she sensed the crackle of his unique reiatsu. Ukitake’s smelled like a breeze off the ocean, warm and friendly. Kyoraku’s was warm in a similar manner but hung in the air like rich incense or perfume. Overtop of hers it clung, seeking her out like invisible tendrils to form a comfortable cloak reassuring her he was there even though hidden. The last time he’d tried sneaking up on her she’d used the book she was reading right on his head.
She snapped the book closed. Two strong hands slid around the chair from behind, accompanied by soft kisses on her exposed neck. A long curly lock of brown hair dangled just over her shoulder. Even if she tried to turn her head all she saw was more fudge colored waves. Steadily down her uniformed front his hands crept to her breasts curving out her kimono so slightly.
“Taicho, not in the office!” she half yelped.
Both hands stopped poised from squeezing her assets, small though they were. Hot breath pulsing against her neck his warm voice pouted, “You’re no fun Nanao chan!”
“And you’re just as perverted as ever,” she shot back, trying to turn around in the seat. At eye level was a muscular hairy set of abs revealed in the V of his Kimono. He didn’t wrap it as tightly as other shinigami did, preferring to show off one of his distinctive features. Her hands touched the pink floral silk of that kimono he wore draped overtop his white squad 8 haori.
Sitting down like this her chin was level almost with the inexpensive flashy sash he tucked his twin zanpakuto in. Muscles flexed and twitched irresistibly so her hands moved to them like magnets. He grasped her wrist, pushing her hand under his kimono. His other hand pulled her up and out of the seat so he could sit her on the desk.
“My paperwork! Taicho, knock it off!” Nanao protested. Nevertheless her nether regions tingled with desire.
“Your paperwork is all done, and I would be a horrible man letting you spend one moment more in this stuffy office, Nanao chan,” he chuckled, dipping his head down.
She only saw his playful smirk for a moment. Minute hairs of his beard tickled her cheek he rubbed his against. One strong hand nudged her legs apart so he could kneel between them, the other pushing her captured hand deeper into his robe. Obliging him she rubbed and petted the soft body hair.
“I don’t need rescuing, Taicho,” she said, though her next words were stifled behind soft lips.
Strong, solid, and tall. Smelling of sake, musk and blossom. The taste of alcohol brushed over her tongue from his invading her mouth. Her other hand was still free to grab and push him away from her but she couldn’t think straight from the kiss deepening.
“You do need rescuing, and I’m just the man to do it,” he chuckled once their kiss finished. Breathless Nanao pressed her head to his chest.
“You’re impossible Taicho,” she muttered, flushed red with embarrassment and arousal. Releasing her body, his hand ventured towards the book only partly concealed beneath the now scattered papers.
“What’s this? I’m pleased you’re reading up on such heady subjects in love,” he teased. Just out of reach he dangled the book she tried to grab back.
She squawked, “Taicho, that’s nothing you need to… it’s just research for the WSA!”
Amused, Kyoraku pulled her close to his chest and looked carefully at the title. “The joy of sex for the modern female shinigami… why Nanao chan, you should have borrowed my copy of the Kama sutra…”
“Taicho, it’s NOT what you think!” Nanao managed to get out.
“Doing a little research never hurt,” he continued to tease. He loved seeing that frustrated look in her eyes because they glowed so sensually.
“I HAVE read the Kama sutra for your information, Taicho,” she grumbled, pushing up her glasses. “Now please give that back!”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed Nanao chan, I was only joking around,” Kyoraku said gently handing it back to her. His hand rubbed her back soothingly.
“It’s just… that I want to keep what we do in the bedroom, private. Not… joke about it as if it were some cheap and tawdry…” she began. A finger against her lips silenced her.
That playful look vanished giving way to a serious face. “Don’t think that for a second, Nanao. What we have is our business and it’s beautiful. But there’s no harm in having fun with it either.”
“I’m sorry Taicho. It’s just that I am not accustomed to such an intimate relationship. I don’t wish to…” she stammered out realizing he looked hurt.
“Spit it out Nanao chan. You can tell me anything,” he urged.
“I was half thinking you’d tease about doing such things in the office…” she said sheepishly.
“Well maybe when you’re more comfortable we will,” he chuckled, kissing her softly for a minute. “Now am I forgiven?”
“Taicho… that’s not what I was about to say. I… wouldn’t mind… trying such things… in private though,” she admitted, looking at the book clutched to her chest.
That energetic sparkle returned into his hazel eyes. He helped her down off the desk, wrapping his arm around her. She picked up his hat to hand to him as they walked out the door. “Let’s go eat some dinner, Nanao chan. And have a little fun.”
***
Sun spilled in a golden rectangle across Kyoraku’s expansive bed. Covered in a mattress pad with soft cotton sheets she had to admit it was one o the most comfortable things she had ever slept in or on. Sleeping with Kyoraku meant sharing his quarters as well as the decadent things he bought for himself among the cheap.
He spent a good deal of money on hairpins and a thick mattress and box spring, but the bedstead itself and the other furniture were relatively inexpensive. His quarters were moderate in size, only belying his rank, not the rich station of his family. She had heard rumors about it, but had never visited the Kyoraku estate.
Nanao kept the book near them, frowning as she took in the various poses. She then turned over in the huge expanse of bed and flopped it in front. A warm tongue tickled the sole of her foot and she suppressed a giggle.
“I’m not going to let you kiss me with the same mouth you’re using to suckle there,” she grumbled. A hand gently swatted her back backside causing her to yelp. Now the owner of said bed suckled and licked her big toe as if it were ambrosia. Nanao let a moan escape her before she seized the book again and confirmed that they were in the correct configuration for a sixty-nine. However, Kyoraku was breaking the rules by engaging in some foot fetish.
“Nanao chan is so mean,” came Kyoraku’s voice from somewhere along the other end. She looked up from the book only to be presented with his abs, and something hard and firm lower down. Determined not to lose her nerve she reached forwards to gingerly caress the object that had pleasured her before. Seeing it in daylight was just… different.
“Taicho, this wasn’t the plan! You’re supposed to pleasure me... while I pleasure you… not… devour my feet!” she snapped, turning her face away from him.
“I’m improvising, Nanao chan,” he purred, removing his lips from her big toe. Strong hands rubbed and caressed the soles of her feet, wringing another low groan from her. Around her middle, the folds of the robe pulled up and slipped down barely covered her nudity. She threw a fold of robe over him and turned enough to glare down at him.
“Taicho! You agreed to me exploring the positions in this book! Are you going back on your word?” Nanao scolded.
Long curly brown hair cascaded around his shoulders and in a half circle on the bed. Sighing he released her foot and relented, “All right, you win.”
Both her hands wrapped around his length again, feeling the slick vein underneath. Thick around as her wrist and swollen with blood, but still something she felt shy looking at in daylight. Still feeling self conscious she reached her tongue out tentatively towards his member. His large hands rubbed the backs of her thighs, raising one up on his shoulder. She hesitated, unsure of the taste and smell and if it was hygienic or not.
“Nanao chan, if you’d rather not,” he murmured soothingly, pinching her backside.
“Taicho I never said such a thing,” she protested, encircling the base with her one hand. She squeezed the contents of the nearby tube over her hands and breathed on it. The smell of cherries and other fragrances covered any that caused her further hesitation.
“Ahh, Nanao chan,” he hissed in delight. “You can be rougher with me…”
“You’re making me nervous Taicho,” she half stammered. Already his tongue licked her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she could feel herself already wet. His soft beard tickled her sensitive skin adding to the pleasure. Molten breath increased her heat considerably. She yelped loudly at something warm entering her opening.
In a shy corner of her mind she was glad she had followed the advice of others about taking pride in her grooming from head to toe. Normally she wouldn’t have worried about such things, but for this reason she knew it would be more inviting to him. Not that he would stop even if she hadn’t trimmed in places that made her ordinarily blush.
“I don’t mind hair at all on a woman. It’s natural,” Kyoraku had reassured her. “I shouldn’t talk since I’m practically a bear in a fur suit!”
Again she lowered her head to the task at hand. Shunsui’s hiss encouraged her to open her mouth wider and encase him inside its wetness. Up and down on the last third she licked and sucked thankful for the fruit flavored body rub with a hint of cinnamon. Her other hand brushed lower where his hair was thickest. A low moan from his mouth rumbled against her sensitive place, and Nanao thought she’d explode or weep in bliss.
She did both around the task her mouth occupied itself with. His hands tightened on her hips as hers did on his muscular backside. Kyoraku’s nose rubbed in just the right spot along with his tongue. Right there. The perfect spot she desperately needed relief. Something akin to electricity without lethal effects twisted her body and his at the same moment.
Over her palate, down her chin came the release after she heard his muffled shout. All too soon he slid out of her mouth so she could breathe more easily, rolled onto her back panting for breath. All parts of her body tingled for more. Through fogged glasses she glimpsed the bright flowers and birds painted on his ceiling. Her eyes took a few minutes to come into focus. Was it her imagination or was the room spinning in much the same manner it did after they made love the usual way?
Surprised and dazed she ran two fingers through the wet substance that exemplified his released desire covering her robe, chin, and partly bared chest. Eyes closed she barely noticed the shifting of the bed proceeding his strong arms wrapping around her. His tongue licked over the mess he’d made. “Sorry Nanao chan, I didn’t mean to do that…”
“It was… interesting… but I… it wasn’t something I hated, Taicho,” she confessed, curling into his embrace. “I am just concerned I failed to perform it correctly.”
“You’re too hard on yourself Nanao chan,” he shushed her, bending in to kiss her mouth.
To divert her awkward thoughts she reached down towards the hard object poking her thighs. Eagerly he rocked into her. She slipped it between her legs for a few minutes, still yielding to a deep breath robbing kiss. Her flailing hand slapped down the next page of the book, revealing another page she’d bookmarked.
“I’d prefer this one,” Shunsui protested, flipping the pages over to another explicitly drawn pose.
“Why THAT one?” Nanao asked, leaning against his chest that heaved in and out.
“Because I prefer seeing your lovely face when we make passionate love,” Kyoraku admitted, combing fingers through her hair.
Nanao blushed at this, intently watching him roll over onto his back. One muscular thigh bent up, the other lay prone with his body. She wrapped both hands around his knee tentatively, bottom aligned with him. It only took one sturdy large hand to guide her down. Both their eyes met in that moment they left the book and were reassured the position was right.
As always she inhaled deep breaths once he entered her. The jovial gleam in his sight reassured Nanao to slide the rest of the way down. Humming in pleasure Kyoraku massaged her back. She had to turn her head only slight to the side to keep eye contact. On either side of his knees wrapped both legs allowing her to pull up and down along his bent limb. Once, twice, three times. An indescribable bliss blossomed right where he’d pleasured her before. In the seconds she rose she missed the presence of his strength permeating her being.
He always smiled as they made love. Never insisted she take her glasses off. Nanao panted more deeply and increased her pace desperately. Sturdy hands on her hips stopped her for just a moment. That questioning hurt look in her eyes was answered by him lifting her off and repositioning her astride him so she braced her hands on his chest. Nanao never broke their gaze on their way to another limit and beyond.
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