Simple Submission (Chapter 3)
Third chapter in the sequel to my and liralen's story Giving Grace. Hugs to Liralen, and another thank you to 2metaldog for beta. xD I am so lucky to be posting this right now. We're in the middle of moving, and the new place doesn't have internet until Monday. But thanks to haru_42, posting is possible. Thanks Hashmir for letting me gank your interwebs! xDD
Anyway, hope you like!!
Title: Simple Submission
Fandom: Bleach
Paring: Ukitake Jyuushiro/Hisagi Shuuhei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, BDSM themes
Summary: Hisagi Shuuhei is stressed and worn over Kira, and uses his moment of vulnerability to ask Ukitake Jyuushiro for something he's wanted for some time.
Ukitake is played by liralen, and Hisagi is played by stark_black. x)
Chapter 1 Here
Chapter 2 Here
Jyuushiro turned on the lights as they went down, and he towed Shuuhei over to the bathing area. "I need to get the tub filled for after. Not so much because of what we planned on doing, but I like the soak afterwards."
Shuuhei nodded, remembering exactly what their last ‘soak’ had consisted of, and couldn’t keep the smile from his face.
Jyuushiro turned the taps, using the special healing water, turned back and caught the smile. He grinned as well.
He tugged on Shuuhei's bound hands to bring him closer, he swiftly untied the ties for Shuuhei's hakama and pulled the pants off of the vice Captain. With the robes now free of the pants, Jyuushiro grinned wryly and untied Shuuhei's hands in order to pull the robes off. Then he retied the binding. He bent to pull down the cuffs for Shuuhei's tabi, allowing him to step out of them, and then ran his hands all the way up the strong length of Shuuhei's legs, over the bones of his hips, and then up his narrow waist.
"There, I've wanted to wash you for quite some time... and I'll need a little help with my own bath as the medics were good about putting me back together, but not nearly so thorough at cleaning me off as you were."
Shuuhei nodded and relaxed at the touches on his legs and hips. He let his eyes fall closed and lost himself in the feel the Captain’s hands on him. “Thank you, Fourth Division…” he joked softly.
Jyuushiro kissed Shuuhei and smiled at how relaxed the younger man was, as he quickly stripped himself before turning the hot water on for the shower. He took his long, heavy white hair and twisted it into a knot at the top of his head to keep it from getting too wet, but sighed at the bandages all over his left shoulder. He was able to undo the fastening at the shoulder, but after unwinding a little, he gave up and placed the end of the bandage in Shuuhei's bound hands.
Shuuhei worked carefully. His movements were restricted, but he knew wounds, knew bandages and injuries; he could have done it with his eyes closed. He removed the dressing and let his eyes wander over the dried blood caked around the freshly knitted flesh. He trailed his fingers over the area, feeling for the traces of healing reiatsu under the skin.
“They did well,” Shuuhei said. “It’ll be a good scar.”
Jyuushiro shivered a little at the so gentle touch against still tender skin. "A good scar..." He chuckled quietly. "I hadn't thought of it that way. I was more focused on getting the medics off me so they could attend to Kira-kun." He stretched the injured area gently before he turned and lightly touched Shuuhei's cheek. "You keep yours deliberately?"
Shuuhei nodded again. “I do. They’re reminders, both good and bad. You can learn from them. These three,” he slid his fingers down the side of his face, catching Jyuushiro’s hand, “remind me of something I did wrong once. I was too full of myself, thought I was better than I actually was.” Shuuhei looked at the floor then and chuckled softly.
“Took three rookie academy students to knock some sense into me…They saved my life… I couldn’t get these healed…”
Jyuushiro held Shuuhei's hand quietly and nodded. "That makes a great deal of sense. Mine... fade with time. After a few centuries, even the deepest physical scars seem to fade even if the memories don't." He looked down at his stomach, using his free hand to trace a line from belly button to side that wasn't even the faintest of silver against his white skin. He chuckled quietly. "But I'm glad you get to keep what you need, for now. And, for now, I don't need all that dried blood to stain my sheets; housekeeping would be upset with me."
Gently he tugged Shuuhei under the warm shower.
Shuuhei let himself be pulled into the spray. He closed his eyes again and groaned as the tension from the hard day melted away and swirled down the drain with the water. He brought his bound hand to his face and rubbed his eyes.
Jyuushiro smiled and stroked Shuuhei's hair back from this face, and rubbed shampoo into the dark hair with his slender hands, firm against Shuuhei's scalp. He rinsed the soap out towards the back, and then gently and thoroughly massaged soap along Shuuhei's throat and shoulders, and down that sculpted body. Jyuushiro simply lost himself for a while in touching every inch of that body before him, enjoying the sight and sound of the water running over warm skin.
Shuuhei kept his eyes closed and sighed. His heartbeat picked up, but he tightened his control and just stood, loving the feel of Jyuushiro’s caress.
“You spoil me, Jyuushiro-san…” he said, barely loud enough to be heard over the fall of water.
"I'm glad to, as I'm enjoying myself immensely as well."
Gently Jyuushiro used his soapy hands to trace a scar that laced along the small of Shuuhei's back, slid his touch down the tight muscles of Shuuhei's ass, and kept moving to slide over Shuuhei's narrow hips and then down Shuuhei's belly.
Shuuhei shuddered hard at the touch on his scars. As the older man’s hands moved to his ass, the vice Captain let out a sharp breath. It wasn’t as if he had never been touched there, it was just no one had ever touched him there with the intent that Jyuushiro had now.
Moaning softly as Jyuushiro slid his hands over his stomach; Shuuhei opened his eyes and let the older man see his lust, see his want. His own fingers hovered over the Captain’s, just barely touching the skin of the other man’s knuckles.
Jyuushiro's arousal spiked at seeing the heat in Shuuhei's eyes. His cock firmed, his breathing deepened, and he laughed softly, "Teasing you is going to be hard on me as well." His hands moved lower and he firmly stroked Shuuhei's sex with soap-slicked hands.
Shuuhei let out another harsh breath as his already throbbing erection was gripped in strong hands, and stroked mercilessly. He brought his hands up, intending to brace himself by gripping Jyuushiro’s biceps or shoulders, but he had forgotten for a moment he was bound. He fumbled, suddenly unsure and off balance.
“Ah… you caught me by surprise…” he panted.
Jyuushiro caught Shuuhei's hands in one of his own, simply to insure that Shuuhei kept his balance even on the textured shower floor, and he swallowed hard at how much he wanted the aroused man before him. "Good surprise?" he asked.
Shuuhei nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes…”
Jyuushiro grinned. "Good, then." He put the bar of soap in Shuuhei's hands and turned his back to the younger man. "Would you please? I can't reach the worst of it..."
Shuuhei smiled and lathered his bound hands a little awkwardly. He slid his palms over the rough skin, scrubbing away the dirt and blood. He watched it run down the Captain’s pale back in small rivers of browns and reds, swirling and diluting before it disappeared down the drain. He stopped for a moment then, realizing that with his hands bound, he couldn’t reach around Jyuushiro’s waist, or pull the older man against him without being extremely clumsy about it.
Sighing, he resigned himself to that fact and washed the Captain’s back and shoulders as best he could, ignoring the ache in his heart, and the throb in his lower body.
Jyuushiro sighed softly at feeling all the tightness of dried blood finally getting rubbed and rinsed away. At the pause he cocked his head a little and at the sigh he turned his head to look back at Shuuhei. Seeing the look on the younger man's face, he turned fully and moved in close, "Is something the matter?"
Shuuhei looked up at Jyuushiro and smiled softly. “No, Jyuushiro-san, I’m loving everything we’re doing so far, and I’m sure I will love what you plan on doing to me as well. I’m just trying to adjust to the switched role, of the fact that I can’t touch you like I want to.”
He pulled the Captain underneath the spray and, mindful of his hair, ran his hands over the other man’s skin again, rinsing away traces of the soap and the last stubborn bits of blood.
“It’s going to be difficult for me at first but, remember I trust you…”
Jyuushiro listened and nodded at the explanation and then sighed happily at Shuuhei's touch under the water. He nodded at the last as well, "Thank you for that."
Jyuushiro hugged Shuuhei for a moment, and then left the younger man, stepping out of the shower area to get towels. He turned off the tub water on the way back. He put one towel over his good shoulder before turning off the shower. He used the one in his hands to dry Shuuhei off, starting with his hair and face, and then stroking shoulders, arms, chest, and belly before lightly drying his sex and then more roughly down his legs.
Jyuushiro used the other towel to quickly dry himself off, and peered at the front of his shoulder. "I don't think I need a new dressing, but I can't see the back... might be better to protect it and then we won't have to worry about it at all."
"Where's your med kit?" Shuuhei asked.
Jyuushiro frowned a little, and then opened a cabinet door in the room. "Ah... here... standard issue. Let's take this to the bedroom, it'll be dry there." He paused, and then untied the wet sash from Shuuhei's wrists. "I would like you to do the dressing unencumbered, and we can change the tie to something dry and a bit more solid now that we've found that the binding can work for you."
Shuuhei nodded in understanding, and held his wrists out to be untied. Following the Captain into the bedroom, he took the med kit and opened it on the bed. Standard field dressings and disinfectants packed the inside. He dug through the contents and found the liquid bandage and Second Skin.
Standing, he moved to Jyuushiro’s back. “If you’ve had one of these, remember they sting for a second. Sorry.”
Jyuushiro laughed softly and then winced predictably as the cold spray hit his skin and the tender, seeping parts of the back of his shoulder. "Thank you, Hisagi-san, for the warning."
Shuuhei tore the underside off the Second Skin and pressed it over the wound. "There," he said, "done."
Jyuushiro sighed and stretched a little. "Thank you." And then stepped into Shuuhei and wrapped him close in a solid, tight hug. "That feels good."
Shuuhei reached up and undid the older man's hair. He nuzzled into it as the silken tresses fell around Jyuushiro's neck and over his shoulders. He breathed in and smiled at the familiar minty scent.
Jyuushiro smiled and pressed his bare body up against Shuuhei's, his breath catching just a bit as his cock touched along the heated length of Shuuhei's arousal. His hands stroked down Shuuhei's back. Slowly, he let go, stepped back and smiled. "Please lie on your back on the bed, Hisagi-san."
Shuuhei’s legs almost buckled. He had spoken those very words to so many people over the years. Did he sound that sexy, that… powerful when he said them?
He backed up slowly and slid onto the bed. He leaned against the pillows and let his arms rest above his head. He wasn’t sure how to conduct himself this way. He knew how to be sexy when he was calling the shots, he knew how to use his soft, deep voice to arouse when he was commanding or coaxing, but this? How was he supposed to act?
Jyuushiro followed Shuuhei's movements with his eyes, loving every line and motion, and as Shuuhei relaxed against the pillows he smiled and turned to the chests of drawers and pulled out a blindfold and a length of soft, cotton rope. When he turned back, he stroked his hands up the muscles of Shuuhei's belly and along the chest muscles tightened by the raising of his arms over his head.
"You're extraordinary, Hisagi-san, laying such strength still at my desire..." Jyuushiro shook his head. "May I unfurl my full reiatsu? You do know the weight of it, but when you're blindfolded, you'll have a much better idea if what you're doing pleases me and touches on me."
Shuuhei's breath started coming in hard but quiet pants as Jyuushiro touched him. He kept his jaw clenched to keep from whimpering. He knew that if he relaxed his mouth, he would start moaning like a street whore. He was stunned to find that he was frightened. But it was not a terrible fear; it was exhilarating and pushed his desire higher.
“Yes…” he whispered, his heart racing, “yes please, Jyuushiro-san…”
Jyuushiro unfurled his reiatsu, pulling off his self-imposed restraints on his power, and let it gradually build up to its full strength so that it lay all about them. His deep desire, admiration, and respect for the young man were all at the front of his heart and mind, as he straddled Shuuhei's belly.
Shuuhei let out the small cry he had been holding in. He had not forgotten how Jyuushiro’s power felt as it pressed against him, but it was still something of a shock.
Jyuushiro stroked up Shuuhei's arms and lashed his wrists together again, testing for tightness and enough slack for circulation. His hands stroked down Shuuhei's now-bound arms, and he put one hand by Shuuhei's head as he leaned forward to kiss him lightly.
"Good?"
Shuuhei had managed to hold himself together as the older man bound his wrists, but when the Captain moved close and spoke, Shuuhei’s restraint broke, and he whimpered softly. He shook hard and pulled on the ropes as Jyuushiro kissed him. His lust lashed out, hot and intense, reaching for the other man as he kissed and panted and whispered against Jyuushiro’s lips.
“Y-yes… gods yes…”
Jyuushiro's breath caught at the heat of Shuuhei's lust, and his other hand tightened on Shuuhei's arm, as the sounds the younger man made and the whisper went right to his groin.
"Shuuhei..." he whispered. "You're amazing. Let's make this even more intense."
Jyuushiro's own desire spiked, pressing hard against the man underneath him. He reached over for the blindfold and wrapped it about Shuuhei's eyes and head, making sure the edges were firmly set. He rubbed up and down gently against either side to make sure it was solid, and then he slid a fingertip under the band, again, to make sure it wasn't too tight.
Shuuhei became very still as his sight was taken. He whimpered at the loss of seeing Jyuushiro over him, but he quickly silenced himself, stewing pleasantly in the anticipation of not knowing the Captain’s next move.
Jyuushiro lifted his body weight off the younger man, and moved to Shuuhei's right side. The memory foam mattress would sink with his weight, but not bounce the way a spring mattress did, so he simply knelt by Shuuhei and lightly skimmed a touch over the skin of Shuuhei's cock.
Shuuhei choked on a cry as he felt the soft touch against his erection. The blindfold was doing exactly what he had hoped. His world had shrunk, and all he knew was Jyuushiro’s fingers on his skin. He panted heavily, his breath hitching with every exhale.
"Mmm..." Jyuushiro nearly purred by Shuuhei's side. "I do like what the blindfold does for you. I love how you're fighting, and how the binding tensions all your muscles through here and brings them into sharp relief."
At the word "here" Jyuushiro spread his hands and stroked out from Shuuhei's cock to his hips, rounded his touch along the bones to move up along tension hardened abs. His touch smoothed up Shuuhei's ribcage to brush along tightening nipples. His left hand slid up Shuuhei's arm, even as his right hand moved down again to lightly, slowly, stroke along Shuuhei's cock. He didn't give enough friction to satisfy, but he did lean forward to tongue and teasingly bite the nipple right in front of him until it was good and stiff.
Shuuhei arched, his fists tightening, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. The gentle pulls on his nipple caused him to inhale sharply. He struggled a little as the first wave of panic hit him. He wasn't in control, he couldn't see, he was bound, powerless, for another person’s pleasure. His heart raced, pounding against the inside of his ribcage. The sheer terror of being helpless and the exquisite sensations of Jyuushiro's mouth and fingers on him combined into a strange kind of exhilaration. He was scared out of his mind, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want it to stop.
Jyuushiro gasped as Shuuhei's wild mix of terror and adrenaline-mixed arousal hit him through the younger man's reiatsu. His hands spread over the panting body below his, and he stroked Shuuhei. Not wanting to fuel the panic, he asked, "Shuuhei are you all right?"
Shuuhei panted softly, feeling some of his tension drain away as he heard Jyuushiro's voice. He nodded slowly and tried to calm himself. "Jyuushiro-san..." he whispered. "I say stop when I don't like it, right? Just like last time?"
"Exactly right," Jyuushiro said firmly.
Shuuhei took a deep breath, his heart rate slowing. "What if I mean just stop what you're doing? Not to stop everything?"
Jyuushiro slowly ran his hands along Shuuhei's sides in a soothing motion as he thought a moment. "Would you like to pick a safeword to use that way? Just one word you wouldn't normally say. It would be easier than trying to get out all of 'please stop what you're doing'." He chuckled quietly. "If you want stop to just mean stop everything, and another word to mean just stop what we're trying right now, that would work well."
Shuuhei shifted, letting his arms relax a bit. "Um... just 'stop' for what you're doing... and 'rosemary' if I want you to stop everything?"
Jyuushiro laughed softly, trying to use his touch to reassure the younger man. "Excellent choices. Now... would you be all right with me trying the nipple clamps and then add to that pain gradually?"
Shuuhei found his voice was caught in his throat, so a nod was his only response.
"Very good," Jyuushiro said, his voice deepening in anticipation.
He moved off the bed to the drawers and pulled the chain and nipple clamps out along with a bottle of the orange scented lube Shuuhei had used last time. He put the lube within reach on the side table, and let the chain jingle a little as he brought it over to Shuuhei and settled the cold metal on Shuuhei's stomach as he bent, again, to the younger man's nipples.
The touch of cool metal startled Shuuhei. He tensed, but he made no sound, anxious to feel what Jyuushiro was about to do to him.
Jyuushiro put his mouth over the nearest of Shuuhei's nipples, and ran his tongue over the nub in long, deliberate strokes. He closed his teeth slowly on the stiffening flesh, his hands on Shuuhei's stomach and shoulder, and when he felt muscles tense under his hands; he let up on the pressure. He treated the other nipple to the same slow arousal before picking the now warmed chain and clamps up from Shuuhei's stomach.
"I'm going to put one on and start pulling. I might stop before you say, as they're going to hurt more coming off than when they go on..."
Shuuhei bit the inside of his cheek and nodded.
Jyuushiro attached the first clamp to the nipple nearest him and started to slowly pull it tight.
Again, Shuuhei's world shrunk to a single space. The flesh of his nipple cried out in pain even as it screamed in pleasure. He arched hard under Jyuushiro, baring his teeth like a wild animal and growling through his clenched jaw.
Jyuushiro stroked over the arched hardness of Shuuhei's muscles, and stopped pulling fairly quickly. With that much of a response simply at having one put on... he shivered and reached to clamp the second one on Shuuhei's other nipple and pulled slowly again.
Shuuhei tugged on the ropes, twisted his torso and stretched his long body out across the length of the bed. As he slowly got accustomed to the strange feeling of a little pain being such a turn on, he parted his lips and moaned softly. He couldn't seem to form coherent words at the moment, but he still wanted to let Jyuushiro know that he liked what was being done to him.
"Good... that sounds very good," Jyuushiro said his voice deep with his own desire for Shuuhei. The younger man's moan had gone straight to his cock and he smiled as he stroked down Shuuhei's body, enjoying the tautness of his muscles. He had the image of just flipping Shuuhei and taking him right there, but he also knew it would be all the sweeter for taking just a little longer.
"Can I turn you over? If I'm going to build more pain for you, I'd prefer to do it on the relatively safe muscles of your ass or the backs of your thighs."
Shuuhei tensed, but nodded slowly. "All... all right..." The thought of being in a position of such utter submission made the vice Captain's body start to tremble. Nevertheless, he wanted to try it. Wanted to give himself over completely to Jyuushiro and everything that the older man promised.
Jyuushiro gently pushed Shuuhei over onto his front and helped him with any awkwardness due to his bound hands. "Please move up on to your elbows and your knees if that's more comfortable with those clips on."
Shuuhei hesitated. The thought of himself in that position frightened him a little more that he expected. He knew it would be good for Jyuushiro, but he wasn't ready for that kind of opening of himself.
"May I..." he started. "May I just rest on my elbows? I... don't know how I feel about being on my knees too. Exposed... like that... I..." The younger man tried to bury his face in the soft cotton of the ropes binding his wrists. "I don't know..."
"Certainly." Jyuushiro stroked down Shuuhei's back, feeling tension through the younger man. "That would be just fine. I want to push you as far as you want to go. Not where you don't."
Shuuhei kept his head lowered and tucked his elbows tight into his sides. The clamps brushed against the sheets of the bed, but that burning sensation was almost pleasant. Shuuhei didn't mind the clamps one bit. In fact, Jyuushiro could have made them tighter... Oh well, something to note for next time.
"Thank you, Jyuushiro-san." Shuuhei whispered.
"You're welcome." Jyuushiro stroked the skin of Shuuhei's ass and the backs of his thighs. "I'm going to warm up the skin and muscles here, first, so I don't do more damage than I need to... and it'll warm up my hand as well. It's going to be very... light to start."
He kneaded the hard musculature back there, enjoying Shuuhei's tight, solid build. When his hand had warmed to the same skin temperature as Shuuhei's, Jyuushiro did a series of open-handed slaps up one leg, along both sides of his ass, and then back down the other side.
Shuuhei moaned and tightened the muscles of his back and buttocks. His head rolled between his arms, and his shoulders started to burn with holding the weight of his upper torso. The sting from Jyuushiro's slaps lingered between each strike, but not as long as Shuuhei would have liked.
"Ah... yes, Jyuushiro-san," he whispered breathlessly, "More... please..."
Jyuushiro's breath caught at the words.
"Surely," he said, and started swinging from, first, his elbow, for another series of hits, and then from the shoulder, making the impacts faster and harder, making Shuuhei twitch and groan. He liked watching the skin redden under his hand, and did his best to lay his palm so that he covered the surface. He carefully watched Shuuhei's body language, felt for his reiatsu, and listened for any sign of that earlier panic.
Shuuhei moaned. That was better; the sting from the slaps was sharp and lingered through the next few strikes. Shuuhei's cock was full and throbbing as it rubbed between the mattress and his stomach. He cried out softly and rose up high on his elbows, tilting his head back and fisting his fingers into the sheets.
Jyuushiro growled softly as lust for the young man hit him hard. All that strength stretched out, muscles taut, arousal so apparent, just made his breath come faster. He smiled and allowed himself to build on what he'd already laid down, knowing that each layer of blows should reawaken echoes of the previous set. He hesitated on bringing his reiatsu into play, that was harder than most first-timers could take, so he simply laid down another series of hard, fast slaps on the darkening flesh of Shuuhei's legs and ass.
Shuuhei's ass and thighs started to burn as the slaps built on each other. The fresh slaps adding to the pain of the last, each new strike stacking on the old. He whimpered as Jyuushiro took him higher and higher, his brain and his cock wanting more with each second.
Jyuushiro rubbed along the now reddened skin of Shuuhei's ass and the backs of his thighs, assessing both Shuuhei's tension and smiling at the younger man's arousal. He slid his hands all the way up Shuuhei's back. He then deliberately licked along the upper curve of Shuuhei's ear and softly breathed, "How are you doing?"
Shuuhei started at the lick and turned his head as Jyuushiro whispered to him. The older man's voice sent shivers dancing across his skin. Shuuhei found Jyuushiro's mouth by his harsh breaths, but he made no move to kiss the Captain. He held himself back and curled his fingers into Jyuushiro's soft hair as it fell across his knuckles.
"Jyuushiro-san..." he whispered across the other's skin, "It feels so good..."
Jyuushiro shuddered at how near Shuuhei's mouth was, and he swallowed hard, knowing the younger man could probably hear him and the picked up rate of his breathing. He took a deep, hard breath at the whisper and let it out slowly. Control.
"Excellent," Jyuushiro said softly. He let himself lightly run the back of a finger against Shuuhei's jaw line, his hand spread to slide fingers lightly into Shuuhei's hair behind his ear, thumb against his throat to feel how much of a sweat Shuuhei had on him, and the quick flutter of his pulse. "Do you wish for me to continue or do you want a taste of something else?"
Shuuhei nuzzled into the warmth of Jyuushiro's palm. He pressed closer to the older man and heaved a shuddering sigh. "I don't care," he moaned, "Just keep touching me. Jyuushiro-san... Just keep making me feel the way you're making me feel."
Jyuushiro moved to straddle Shuuhei's lower back. He was up on his knees, letting his balls brush the skin there, but keeping most of his weight off the stretched out young man. His cock was good and hard and up against his belly at seeing Shuuhei so pliant, He reached around Shuuhei and pulled on both nipple clamps.
Shuuhei cried out and arched harder beneath him. Jyuushiro put one hand on either side of Shuuhei's torso before bending over, and licking all the way up Shuuhei's spine. Shuuhei writhed as he was caressed by Jyuushiro’s tongue. At the top, he took a breath and bit Shuuhei just to the right of the knob at the top of his spine. He bit hard enough to leave a bruise, not quite hard enough to break the skin.
The bite made Shuuhei's head reel, and his body shuddered. “Gods… oh, fuck…” Straining against the weight of the older man, the vice Captain buried his head back between his elbows and finally relaxed his muscles. The tension slipped away, and Shuuhei let his body shake freely. “Again, Jyuushiro-san. Please, please… again…”
Jyuushiro moaned softly at the request. Shuuhei's shaking, the vulnerability being shown, the trust made him feel amazing, that he could do this for Shuuhei felt so good. He leaned all his weight on one arm before brushing aside Shuuhei's hair at the nap of his neck. He breathed right on the hairs there, and carefully closed his jaws right at the top of Shuuhei's spine. Very slowly, he applied pressure at that sensitive point.
Shuuhei's cry was a strange hybrid between a moan and a snarl. He felt a primal urge to let a part of himself loose, to scream or thrash, cry, something; he wasn't sure what. Every muscle in his body trembled as he neared a space he was simultaneously excited for and afraid to enter. His head spun out of control and his heart threw itself again and again against his ribcage. The pleasure was clouding his senses, and clogging his mind. It was exactly what he’d hoped to be receive from Jyuushiro.
Jyuushiro ground down just a little harder with his teeth, tasting the slightest tang of blood. He moved over to Shuuhei's side, and With the hand he'd used to brush Shuuhei's hair back he reached down to the abused skin of the back of Shuuhei's thigh and ass. He dug his blunt nails in and dragged them up onto the skin of Shuuhei's ass, and then another hard rake on the other side. Shuuhei let out a strangled cry that quickly turned into a growl. He may have tried to say something, but his words reduced to not much more than grunts and hisses.
Jyuushiro loosened his jaw hold and nipped an ear before murmuring, "Can I lay you on your back, now?"
Gods, yes," Shuuhei panted hard, his face pressed into the sheets. "Shit, Jyuushiro-san, do whatever you want..."
Jyuushiro moaned at those words. "Shuuhei, be careful of what you ask for. I want to take a flog to your ass so badly. Your reactions to pain are so delicious, you're making me want to really try your strength."
Shuuhei had slipped into a strange kind of daze at Jyuushiro's words, the stinging slaps to his ass and thighs and the hard bites to his neck and shoulder. He strained towards them, wanting more of them, more of the other man. He pulled his hands down underneath his chest and turned his face. He couldn't see the older man, but he knew Jyuushiro was looking at his lips, he could feel it. He ran his tongue out and along his bottom lip and breathed in such a strange voice, he wasn't sure it was his.
"Do it..." he whispered.
TBC
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Anyway, hope you like!!
Title: Simple Submission
Fandom: Bleach
Paring: Ukitake Jyuushiro/Hisagi Shuuhei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, BDSM themes
Summary: Hisagi Shuuhei is stressed and worn over Kira, and uses his moment of vulnerability to ask Ukitake Jyuushiro for something he's wanted for some time.
Ukitake is played by liralen, and Hisagi is played by stark_black. x)
Chapter 1 Here
Chapter 2 Here
Jyuushiro turned on the lights as they went down, and he towed Shuuhei over to the bathing area. "I need to get the tub filled for after. Not so much because of what we planned on doing, but I like the soak afterwards."
Shuuhei nodded, remembering exactly what their last ‘soak’ had consisted of, and couldn’t keep the smile from his face.
Jyuushiro turned the taps, using the special healing water, turned back and caught the smile. He grinned as well.
He tugged on Shuuhei's bound hands to bring him closer, he swiftly untied the ties for Shuuhei's hakama and pulled the pants off of the vice Captain. With the robes now free of the pants, Jyuushiro grinned wryly and untied Shuuhei's hands in order to pull the robes off. Then he retied the binding. He bent to pull down the cuffs for Shuuhei's tabi, allowing him to step out of them, and then ran his hands all the way up the strong length of Shuuhei's legs, over the bones of his hips, and then up his narrow waist.
"There, I've wanted to wash you for quite some time... and I'll need a little help with my own bath as the medics were good about putting me back together, but not nearly so thorough at cleaning me off as you were."
Shuuhei nodded and relaxed at the touches on his legs and hips. He let his eyes fall closed and lost himself in the feel the Captain’s hands on him. “Thank you, Fourth Division…” he joked softly.
Jyuushiro kissed Shuuhei and smiled at how relaxed the younger man was, as he quickly stripped himself before turning the hot water on for the shower. He took his long, heavy white hair and twisted it into a knot at the top of his head to keep it from getting too wet, but sighed at the bandages all over his left shoulder. He was able to undo the fastening at the shoulder, but after unwinding a little, he gave up and placed the end of the bandage in Shuuhei's bound hands.
Shuuhei worked carefully. His movements were restricted, but he knew wounds, knew bandages and injuries; he could have done it with his eyes closed. He removed the dressing and let his eyes wander over the dried blood caked around the freshly knitted flesh. He trailed his fingers over the area, feeling for the traces of healing reiatsu under the skin.
“They did well,” Shuuhei said. “It’ll be a good scar.”
Jyuushiro shivered a little at the so gentle touch against still tender skin. "A good scar..." He chuckled quietly. "I hadn't thought of it that way. I was more focused on getting the medics off me so they could attend to Kira-kun." He stretched the injured area gently before he turned and lightly touched Shuuhei's cheek. "You keep yours deliberately?"
Shuuhei nodded again. “I do. They’re reminders, both good and bad. You can learn from them. These three,” he slid his fingers down the side of his face, catching Jyuushiro’s hand, “remind me of something I did wrong once. I was too full of myself, thought I was better than I actually was.” Shuuhei looked at the floor then and chuckled softly.
“Took three rookie academy students to knock some sense into me…They saved my life… I couldn’t get these healed…”
Jyuushiro held Shuuhei's hand quietly and nodded. "That makes a great deal of sense. Mine... fade with time. After a few centuries, even the deepest physical scars seem to fade even if the memories don't." He looked down at his stomach, using his free hand to trace a line from belly button to side that wasn't even the faintest of silver against his white skin. He chuckled quietly. "But I'm glad you get to keep what you need, for now. And, for now, I don't need all that dried blood to stain my sheets; housekeeping would be upset with me."
Gently he tugged Shuuhei under the warm shower.
Shuuhei let himself be pulled into the spray. He closed his eyes again and groaned as the tension from the hard day melted away and swirled down the drain with the water. He brought his bound hand to his face and rubbed his eyes.
Jyuushiro smiled and stroked Shuuhei's hair back from this face, and rubbed shampoo into the dark hair with his slender hands, firm against Shuuhei's scalp. He rinsed the soap out towards the back, and then gently and thoroughly massaged soap along Shuuhei's throat and shoulders, and down that sculpted body. Jyuushiro simply lost himself for a while in touching every inch of that body before him, enjoying the sight and sound of the water running over warm skin.
Shuuhei kept his eyes closed and sighed. His heartbeat picked up, but he tightened his control and just stood, loving the feel of Jyuushiro’s caress.
“You spoil me, Jyuushiro-san…” he said, barely loud enough to be heard over the fall of water.
"I'm glad to, as I'm enjoying myself immensely as well."
Gently Jyuushiro used his soapy hands to trace a scar that laced along the small of Shuuhei's back, slid his touch down the tight muscles of Shuuhei's ass, and kept moving to slide over Shuuhei's narrow hips and then down Shuuhei's belly.
Shuuhei shuddered hard at the touch on his scars. As the older man’s hands moved to his ass, the vice Captain let out a sharp breath. It wasn’t as if he had never been touched there, it was just no one had ever touched him there with the intent that Jyuushiro had now.
Moaning softly as Jyuushiro slid his hands over his stomach; Shuuhei opened his eyes and let the older man see his lust, see his want. His own fingers hovered over the Captain’s, just barely touching the skin of the other man’s knuckles.
Jyuushiro's arousal spiked at seeing the heat in Shuuhei's eyes. His cock firmed, his breathing deepened, and he laughed softly, "Teasing you is going to be hard on me as well." His hands moved lower and he firmly stroked Shuuhei's sex with soap-slicked hands.
Shuuhei let out another harsh breath as his already throbbing erection was gripped in strong hands, and stroked mercilessly. He brought his hands up, intending to brace himself by gripping Jyuushiro’s biceps or shoulders, but he had forgotten for a moment he was bound. He fumbled, suddenly unsure and off balance.
“Ah… you caught me by surprise…” he panted.
Jyuushiro caught Shuuhei's hands in one of his own, simply to insure that Shuuhei kept his balance even on the textured shower floor, and he swallowed hard at how much he wanted the aroused man before him. "Good surprise?" he asked.
Shuuhei nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes…”
Jyuushiro grinned. "Good, then." He put the bar of soap in Shuuhei's hands and turned his back to the younger man. "Would you please? I can't reach the worst of it..."
Shuuhei smiled and lathered his bound hands a little awkwardly. He slid his palms over the rough skin, scrubbing away the dirt and blood. He watched it run down the Captain’s pale back in small rivers of browns and reds, swirling and diluting before it disappeared down the drain. He stopped for a moment then, realizing that with his hands bound, he couldn’t reach around Jyuushiro’s waist, or pull the older man against him without being extremely clumsy about it.
Sighing, he resigned himself to that fact and washed the Captain’s back and shoulders as best he could, ignoring the ache in his heart, and the throb in his lower body.
Jyuushiro sighed softly at feeling all the tightness of dried blood finally getting rubbed and rinsed away. At the pause he cocked his head a little and at the sigh he turned his head to look back at Shuuhei. Seeing the look on the younger man's face, he turned fully and moved in close, "Is something the matter?"
Shuuhei looked up at Jyuushiro and smiled softly. “No, Jyuushiro-san, I’m loving everything we’re doing so far, and I’m sure I will love what you plan on doing to me as well. I’m just trying to adjust to the switched role, of the fact that I can’t touch you like I want to.”
He pulled the Captain underneath the spray and, mindful of his hair, ran his hands over the other man’s skin again, rinsing away traces of the soap and the last stubborn bits of blood.
“It’s going to be difficult for me at first but, remember I trust you…”
Jyuushiro listened and nodded at the explanation and then sighed happily at Shuuhei's touch under the water. He nodded at the last as well, "Thank you for that."
Jyuushiro hugged Shuuhei for a moment, and then left the younger man, stepping out of the shower area to get towels. He turned off the tub water on the way back. He put one towel over his good shoulder before turning off the shower. He used the one in his hands to dry Shuuhei off, starting with his hair and face, and then stroking shoulders, arms, chest, and belly before lightly drying his sex and then more roughly down his legs.
Jyuushiro used the other towel to quickly dry himself off, and peered at the front of his shoulder. "I don't think I need a new dressing, but I can't see the back... might be better to protect it and then we won't have to worry about it at all."
"Where's your med kit?" Shuuhei asked.
Jyuushiro frowned a little, and then opened a cabinet door in the room. "Ah... here... standard issue. Let's take this to the bedroom, it'll be dry there." He paused, and then untied the wet sash from Shuuhei's wrists. "I would like you to do the dressing unencumbered, and we can change the tie to something dry and a bit more solid now that we've found that the binding can work for you."
Shuuhei nodded in understanding, and held his wrists out to be untied. Following the Captain into the bedroom, he took the med kit and opened it on the bed. Standard field dressings and disinfectants packed the inside. He dug through the contents and found the liquid bandage and Second Skin.
Standing, he moved to Jyuushiro’s back. “If you’ve had one of these, remember they sting for a second. Sorry.”
Jyuushiro laughed softly and then winced predictably as the cold spray hit his skin and the tender, seeping parts of the back of his shoulder. "Thank you, Hisagi-san, for the warning."
Shuuhei tore the underside off the Second Skin and pressed it over the wound. "There," he said, "done."
Jyuushiro sighed and stretched a little. "Thank you." And then stepped into Shuuhei and wrapped him close in a solid, tight hug. "That feels good."
Shuuhei reached up and undid the older man's hair. He nuzzled into it as the silken tresses fell around Jyuushiro's neck and over his shoulders. He breathed in and smiled at the familiar minty scent.
Jyuushiro smiled and pressed his bare body up against Shuuhei's, his breath catching just a bit as his cock touched along the heated length of Shuuhei's arousal. His hands stroked down Shuuhei's back. Slowly, he let go, stepped back and smiled. "Please lie on your back on the bed, Hisagi-san."
Shuuhei’s legs almost buckled. He had spoken those very words to so many people over the years. Did he sound that sexy, that… powerful when he said them?
He backed up slowly and slid onto the bed. He leaned against the pillows and let his arms rest above his head. He wasn’t sure how to conduct himself this way. He knew how to be sexy when he was calling the shots, he knew how to use his soft, deep voice to arouse when he was commanding or coaxing, but this? How was he supposed to act?
Jyuushiro followed Shuuhei's movements with his eyes, loving every line and motion, and as Shuuhei relaxed against the pillows he smiled and turned to the chests of drawers and pulled out a blindfold and a length of soft, cotton rope. When he turned back, he stroked his hands up the muscles of Shuuhei's belly and along the chest muscles tightened by the raising of his arms over his head.
"You're extraordinary, Hisagi-san, laying such strength still at my desire..." Jyuushiro shook his head. "May I unfurl my full reiatsu? You do know the weight of it, but when you're blindfolded, you'll have a much better idea if what you're doing pleases me and touches on me."
Shuuhei's breath started coming in hard but quiet pants as Jyuushiro touched him. He kept his jaw clenched to keep from whimpering. He knew that if he relaxed his mouth, he would start moaning like a street whore. He was stunned to find that he was frightened. But it was not a terrible fear; it was exhilarating and pushed his desire higher.
“Yes…” he whispered, his heart racing, “yes please, Jyuushiro-san…”
Jyuushiro unfurled his reiatsu, pulling off his self-imposed restraints on his power, and let it gradually build up to its full strength so that it lay all about them. His deep desire, admiration, and respect for the young man were all at the front of his heart and mind, as he straddled Shuuhei's belly.
Shuuhei let out the small cry he had been holding in. He had not forgotten how Jyuushiro’s power felt as it pressed against him, but it was still something of a shock.
Jyuushiro stroked up Shuuhei's arms and lashed his wrists together again, testing for tightness and enough slack for circulation. His hands stroked down Shuuhei's now-bound arms, and he put one hand by Shuuhei's head as he leaned forward to kiss him lightly.
"Good?"
Shuuhei had managed to hold himself together as the older man bound his wrists, but when the Captain moved close and spoke, Shuuhei’s restraint broke, and he whimpered softly. He shook hard and pulled on the ropes as Jyuushiro kissed him. His lust lashed out, hot and intense, reaching for the other man as he kissed and panted and whispered against Jyuushiro’s lips.
“Y-yes… gods yes…”
Jyuushiro's breath caught at the heat of Shuuhei's lust, and his other hand tightened on Shuuhei's arm, as the sounds the younger man made and the whisper went right to his groin.
"Shuuhei..." he whispered. "You're amazing. Let's make this even more intense."
Jyuushiro's own desire spiked, pressing hard against the man underneath him. He reached over for the blindfold and wrapped it about Shuuhei's eyes and head, making sure the edges were firmly set. He rubbed up and down gently against either side to make sure it was solid, and then he slid a fingertip under the band, again, to make sure it wasn't too tight.
Shuuhei became very still as his sight was taken. He whimpered at the loss of seeing Jyuushiro over him, but he quickly silenced himself, stewing pleasantly in the anticipation of not knowing the Captain’s next move.
Jyuushiro lifted his body weight off the younger man, and moved to Shuuhei's right side. The memory foam mattress would sink with his weight, but not bounce the way a spring mattress did, so he simply knelt by Shuuhei and lightly skimmed a touch over the skin of Shuuhei's cock.
Shuuhei choked on a cry as he felt the soft touch against his erection. The blindfold was doing exactly what he had hoped. His world had shrunk, and all he knew was Jyuushiro’s fingers on his skin. He panted heavily, his breath hitching with every exhale.
"Mmm..." Jyuushiro nearly purred by Shuuhei's side. "I do like what the blindfold does for you. I love how you're fighting, and how the binding tensions all your muscles through here and brings them into sharp relief."
At the word "here" Jyuushiro spread his hands and stroked out from Shuuhei's cock to his hips, rounded his touch along the bones to move up along tension hardened abs. His touch smoothed up Shuuhei's ribcage to brush along tightening nipples. His left hand slid up Shuuhei's arm, even as his right hand moved down again to lightly, slowly, stroke along Shuuhei's cock. He didn't give enough friction to satisfy, but he did lean forward to tongue and teasingly bite the nipple right in front of him until it was good and stiff.
Shuuhei arched, his fists tightening, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. The gentle pulls on his nipple caused him to inhale sharply. He struggled a little as the first wave of panic hit him. He wasn't in control, he couldn't see, he was bound, powerless, for another person’s pleasure. His heart raced, pounding against the inside of his ribcage. The sheer terror of being helpless and the exquisite sensations of Jyuushiro's mouth and fingers on him combined into a strange kind of exhilaration. He was scared out of his mind, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want it to stop.
Jyuushiro gasped as Shuuhei's wild mix of terror and adrenaline-mixed arousal hit him through the younger man's reiatsu. His hands spread over the panting body below his, and he stroked Shuuhei. Not wanting to fuel the panic, he asked, "Shuuhei are you all right?"
Shuuhei panted softly, feeling some of his tension drain away as he heard Jyuushiro's voice. He nodded slowly and tried to calm himself. "Jyuushiro-san..." he whispered. "I say stop when I don't like it, right? Just like last time?"
"Exactly right," Jyuushiro said firmly.
Shuuhei took a deep breath, his heart rate slowing. "What if I mean just stop what you're doing? Not to stop everything?"
Jyuushiro slowly ran his hands along Shuuhei's sides in a soothing motion as he thought a moment. "Would you like to pick a safeword to use that way? Just one word you wouldn't normally say. It would be easier than trying to get out all of 'please stop what you're doing'." He chuckled quietly. "If you want stop to just mean stop everything, and another word to mean just stop what we're trying right now, that would work well."
Shuuhei shifted, letting his arms relax a bit. "Um... just 'stop' for what you're doing... and 'rosemary' if I want you to stop everything?"
Jyuushiro laughed softly, trying to use his touch to reassure the younger man. "Excellent choices. Now... would you be all right with me trying the nipple clamps and then add to that pain gradually?"
Shuuhei found his voice was caught in his throat, so a nod was his only response.
"Very good," Jyuushiro said, his voice deepening in anticipation.
He moved off the bed to the drawers and pulled the chain and nipple clamps out along with a bottle of the orange scented lube Shuuhei had used last time. He put the lube within reach on the side table, and let the chain jingle a little as he brought it over to Shuuhei and settled the cold metal on Shuuhei's stomach as he bent, again, to the younger man's nipples.
The touch of cool metal startled Shuuhei. He tensed, but he made no sound, anxious to feel what Jyuushiro was about to do to him.
Jyuushiro put his mouth over the nearest of Shuuhei's nipples, and ran his tongue over the nub in long, deliberate strokes. He closed his teeth slowly on the stiffening flesh, his hands on Shuuhei's stomach and shoulder, and when he felt muscles tense under his hands; he let up on the pressure. He treated the other nipple to the same slow arousal before picking the now warmed chain and clamps up from Shuuhei's stomach.
"I'm going to put one on and start pulling. I might stop before you say, as they're going to hurt more coming off than when they go on..."
Shuuhei bit the inside of his cheek and nodded.
Jyuushiro attached the first clamp to the nipple nearest him and started to slowly pull it tight.
Again, Shuuhei's world shrunk to a single space. The flesh of his nipple cried out in pain even as it screamed in pleasure. He arched hard under Jyuushiro, baring his teeth like a wild animal and growling through his clenched jaw.
Jyuushiro stroked over the arched hardness of Shuuhei's muscles, and stopped pulling fairly quickly. With that much of a response simply at having one put on... he shivered and reached to clamp the second one on Shuuhei's other nipple and pulled slowly again.
Shuuhei tugged on the ropes, twisted his torso and stretched his long body out across the length of the bed. As he slowly got accustomed to the strange feeling of a little pain being such a turn on, he parted his lips and moaned softly. He couldn't seem to form coherent words at the moment, but he still wanted to let Jyuushiro know that he liked what was being done to him.
"Good... that sounds very good," Jyuushiro said his voice deep with his own desire for Shuuhei. The younger man's moan had gone straight to his cock and he smiled as he stroked down Shuuhei's body, enjoying the tautness of his muscles. He had the image of just flipping Shuuhei and taking him right there, but he also knew it would be all the sweeter for taking just a little longer.
"Can I turn you over? If I'm going to build more pain for you, I'd prefer to do it on the relatively safe muscles of your ass or the backs of your thighs."
Shuuhei tensed, but nodded slowly. "All... all right..." The thought of being in a position of such utter submission made the vice Captain's body start to tremble. Nevertheless, he wanted to try it. Wanted to give himself over completely to Jyuushiro and everything that the older man promised.
Jyuushiro gently pushed Shuuhei over onto his front and helped him with any awkwardness due to his bound hands. "Please move up on to your elbows and your knees if that's more comfortable with those clips on."
Shuuhei hesitated. The thought of himself in that position frightened him a little more that he expected. He knew it would be good for Jyuushiro, but he wasn't ready for that kind of opening of himself.
"May I..." he started. "May I just rest on my elbows? I... don't know how I feel about being on my knees too. Exposed... like that... I..." The younger man tried to bury his face in the soft cotton of the ropes binding his wrists. "I don't know..."
"Certainly." Jyuushiro stroked down Shuuhei's back, feeling tension through the younger man. "That would be just fine. I want to push you as far as you want to go. Not where you don't."
Shuuhei kept his head lowered and tucked his elbows tight into his sides. The clamps brushed against the sheets of the bed, but that burning sensation was almost pleasant. Shuuhei didn't mind the clamps one bit. In fact, Jyuushiro could have made them tighter... Oh well, something to note for next time.
"Thank you, Jyuushiro-san." Shuuhei whispered.
"You're welcome." Jyuushiro stroked the skin of Shuuhei's ass and the backs of his thighs. "I'm going to warm up the skin and muscles here, first, so I don't do more damage than I need to... and it'll warm up my hand as well. It's going to be very... light to start."
He kneaded the hard musculature back there, enjoying Shuuhei's tight, solid build. When his hand had warmed to the same skin temperature as Shuuhei's, Jyuushiro did a series of open-handed slaps up one leg, along both sides of his ass, and then back down the other side.
Shuuhei moaned and tightened the muscles of his back and buttocks. His head rolled between his arms, and his shoulders started to burn with holding the weight of his upper torso. The sting from Jyuushiro's slaps lingered between each strike, but not as long as Shuuhei would have liked.
"Ah... yes, Jyuushiro-san," he whispered breathlessly, "More... please..."
Jyuushiro's breath caught at the words.
"Surely," he said, and started swinging from, first, his elbow, for another series of hits, and then from the shoulder, making the impacts faster and harder, making Shuuhei twitch and groan. He liked watching the skin redden under his hand, and did his best to lay his palm so that he covered the surface. He carefully watched Shuuhei's body language, felt for his reiatsu, and listened for any sign of that earlier panic.
Shuuhei moaned. That was better; the sting from the slaps was sharp and lingered through the next few strikes. Shuuhei's cock was full and throbbing as it rubbed between the mattress and his stomach. He cried out softly and rose up high on his elbows, tilting his head back and fisting his fingers into the sheets.
Jyuushiro growled softly as lust for the young man hit him hard. All that strength stretched out, muscles taut, arousal so apparent, just made his breath come faster. He smiled and allowed himself to build on what he'd already laid down, knowing that each layer of blows should reawaken echoes of the previous set. He hesitated on bringing his reiatsu into play, that was harder than most first-timers could take, so he simply laid down another series of hard, fast slaps on the darkening flesh of Shuuhei's legs and ass.
Shuuhei's ass and thighs started to burn as the slaps built on each other. The fresh slaps adding to the pain of the last, each new strike stacking on the old. He whimpered as Jyuushiro took him higher and higher, his brain and his cock wanting more with each second.
Jyuushiro rubbed along the now reddened skin of Shuuhei's ass and the backs of his thighs, assessing both Shuuhei's tension and smiling at the younger man's arousal. He slid his hands all the way up Shuuhei's back. He then deliberately licked along the upper curve of Shuuhei's ear and softly breathed, "How are you doing?"
Shuuhei started at the lick and turned his head as Jyuushiro whispered to him. The older man's voice sent shivers dancing across his skin. Shuuhei found Jyuushiro's mouth by his harsh breaths, but he made no move to kiss the Captain. He held himself back and curled his fingers into Jyuushiro's soft hair as it fell across his knuckles.
"Jyuushiro-san..." he whispered across the other's skin, "It feels so good..."
Jyuushiro shuddered at how near Shuuhei's mouth was, and he swallowed hard, knowing the younger man could probably hear him and the picked up rate of his breathing. He took a deep, hard breath at the whisper and let it out slowly. Control.
"Excellent," Jyuushiro said softly. He let himself lightly run the back of a finger against Shuuhei's jaw line, his hand spread to slide fingers lightly into Shuuhei's hair behind his ear, thumb against his throat to feel how much of a sweat Shuuhei had on him, and the quick flutter of his pulse. "Do you wish for me to continue or do you want a taste of something else?"
Shuuhei nuzzled into the warmth of Jyuushiro's palm. He pressed closer to the older man and heaved a shuddering sigh. "I don't care," he moaned, "Just keep touching me. Jyuushiro-san... Just keep making me feel the way you're making me feel."
Jyuushiro moved to straddle Shuuhei's lower back. He was up on his knees, letting his balls brush the skin there, but keeping most of his weight off the stretched out young man. His cock was good and hard and up against his belly at seeing Shuuhei so pliant, He reached around Shuuhei and pulled on both nipple clamps.
Shuuhei cried out and arched harder beneath him. Jyuushiro put one hand on either side of Shuuhei's torso before bending over, and licking all the way up Shuuhei's spine. Shuuhei writhed as he was caressed by Jyuushiro’s tongue. At the top, he took a breath and bit Shuuhei just to the right of the knob at the top of his spine. He bit hard enough to leave a bruise, not quite hard enough to break the skin.
The bite made Shuuhei's head reel, and his body shuddered. “Gods… oh, fuck…” Straining against the weight of the older man, the vice Captain buried his head back between his elbows and finally relaxed his muscles. The tension slipped away, and Shuuhei let his body shake freely. “Again, Jyuushiro-san. Please, please… again…”
Jyuushiro moaned softly at the request. Shuuhei's shaking, the vulnerability being shown, the trust made him feel amazing, that he could do this for Shuuhei felt so good. He leaned all his weight on one arm before brushing aside Shuuhei's hair at the nap of his neck. He breathed right on the hairs there, and carefully closed his jaws right at the top of Shuuhei's spine. Very slowly, he applied pressure at that sensitive point.
Shuuhei's cry was a strange hybrid between a moan and a snarl. He felt a primal urge to let a part of himself loose, to scream or thrash, cry, something; he wasn't sure what. Every muscle in his body trembled as he neared a space he was simultaneously excited for and afraid to enter. His head spun out of control and his heart threw itself again and again against his ribcage. The pleasure was clouding his senses, and clogging his mind. It was exactly what he’d hoped to be receive from Jyuushiro.
Jyuushiro ground down just a little harder with his teeth, tasting the slightest tang of blood. He moved over to Shuuhei's side, and With the hand he'd used to brush Shuuhei's hair back he reached down to the abused skin of the back of Shuuhei's thigh and ass. He dug his blunt nails in and dragged them up onto the skin of Shuuhei's ass, and then another hard rake on the other side. Shuuhei let out a strangled cry that quickly turned into a growl. He may have tried to say something, but his words reduced to not much more than grunts and hisses.
Jyuushiro loosened his jaw hold and nipped an ear before murmuring, "Can I lay you on your back, now?"
Gods, yes," Shuuhei panted hard, his face pressed into the sheets. "Shit, Jyuushiro-san, do whatever you want..."
Jyuushiro moaned at those words. "Shuuhei, be careful of what you ask for. I want to take a flog to your ass so badly. Your reactions to pain are so delicious, you're making me want to really try your strength."
Shuuhei had slipped into a strange kind of daze at Jyuushiro's words, the stinging slaps to his ass and thighs and the hard bites to his neck and shoulder. He strained towards them, wanting more of them, more of the other man. He pulled his hands down underneath his chest and turned his face. He couldn't see the older man, but he knew Jyuushiro was looking at his lips, he could feel it. He ran his tongue out and along his bottom lip and breathed in such a strange voice, he wasn't sure it was his.
"Do it..." he whispered.
TBC
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