Simple Submission (Chapter 4)
Fourth chapter in the sequel to Giving Grace. I'm very happy to be able to post this today. Just to let you guys know: night shift + army training all day + sinus problems from all the dust from the move = not happy Stark. But thanks to haru_42, who so gallantly took my shift at work tonight, posting is again possible. xD
So here is more sexy Ukitake *grins* smexxing up my Shuuhei. Hope you all enjoy.
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.
Thank you to 2metaldog for beta! <3 <3 <3
Ukitake is played by liralen, and Hisagi is played by stark_black. x)
Jyuushiro felt the breath of Shuuhei's whisper across his lips, and he couldn't help himself, he kissed Shuuhei hard. His mouth took the younger man's deeply, his breath shuddering with his own hunger for Shuuhei, knowing that his desire, his need for the younger man was hard and hot amid his reiatsu...
"As you wish," he said and forced himself to walk to the mirrored play room and pick up the big, blue leather flogger, not the little turquoise one.
The turquoise flogger had only a few dozen tails of soft suede, good for the kind of warm up work he'd already done with his hand. It also stung more than it actually hit. Jyuushiro had made the blue flogger himself, out of solid leather, wide tails to lessen the sting, but nearly four times the number of them to add momentum to the impact when the tails hit. It would hit hard and bruise, but not sting or rip skin. He'd taken some measure of Shuuhei's abilities; and the slaps had warmed up Shuuhei's skin and muscles well enough to use the heavier toy.
Shuuhei listened to Jyuushiro's footsteps as the older man left the bed and moved into the other room. He had some idea what was in store for him, but he still shivered with anticipation and need as he heard those same footfalls coming back.
Jyuushiro came back, and set the heavy flogger down, before kneeling back on the bed and running his hands down Shuuhei's ass and the backs of his legs. "I'm going to start soft and work up with just a few blows at a time. I'll be checking with you to make sure of how it's going."
Shuuhei nodded and groaned softly, his aching cock pressing into the mattress.
Jyuushiro stroked his cool left hand against the hot skin of Shuuhei's ass and the backs of his thighs to a quiet sigh by the younger man. He stood by the bed. Centuries of sword play as well as plenty of practice with the flogger had given Jyuushiro a good sense of his distance, and he went to work He set soft slaps with the tips of the heavy flogger against Shuuhei's shoulder blades.
He saw the young man roll his shoulders once, testing the sensation, and he laid a firmer set of slaps with the tips along the skin. Each hit made Jyuushiro's arousal harder and higher. Shuuhei's skin started to flush warm under the blows.
"How is it?" Jyuushiro asked quietly.
Shuuhei breathed deep, feeling the slow sting and heat spread across his skin. "It's warm," he said softly.
"Good, that's what it's supposed to be like... it'll help your skin and body minimize damage and sensitize your skin. I'm about to go a little harder, four on your back, another two on your ass."
Jyuushiro matched action to his words, unleashing a complete swing, bringing the weight of the blue flogger down on Shuuhei's back, to each side of his spine. He saw the lithe, strong body below him jerk a little at first, just at the force of it, and then he smiled as he saw Shuuhei relax into the other back blows.
The two hard flogger blows to the ass made a completely different impression.
Pain flared across the skin of Shuuhei's ass, and he arched hard against it. He cried out, his voice high and foreign to him as the sting and the burn spread throughout his lower body. Shuuhei tensioned, his hands re-fisting in the sheets, and found himself a little dumbfounded at his cock still hard and aching as he pressed it into the mattress.
"Fuuuck..." he moaned against his bicep.
Jyuushiro stopped immediately. He deliberately took a slow breath so that his voice wouldn't shake, it wouldn't do to make Shuuhei uncertain of what was going on by pushing at him that way. He stroked the hot skin of Shuuhei's ass and the back of his thighs soothingly.
"How are you doing? Is that all you want?"
Shuuhei lifted his head and exhaled sharply. "No. Fuck no," he turned his head and looked over his shoulder in the Captain's direction. Even though he saw nothing beneath the blindfold, he wanted Jyuushiro to know he meant what he was saying.
"Do it again. Please, do it again." He shifted slightly to his side and flexed the muscles in his back and buttocks, putting his frame in a natural arch. It was a trick he had learned from Yumichika. The long-haired beauty would pull his muscles tight and give Shuuhei a good, long look at every exquisite angle and curve his body possessed. He would look over his slender shoulder and tell the vice Captain just how hard, how fast he wanted it. The move always got Shuuhei hot, and he hoped it would do the same to Jyuushiro.
“You can even do it harder if you want.”
Jyuushiro's breath caught at the display before him, and his reiatsu flared out of his conscious control for a moment at the sheer want the younger man evoked within him. He growled softly and gained control back.
"Indeed... your strength is considerable, Shuuhei. Thank you."
Jyuushiro started, again on Shuuhei’s less marked back, setting down eight strokes, gradually harder and harder, with exactly the same amount of time between them; and then four more across Shuuhei's reddened ass. Jyuushiro's wounded shoulder started to ache from the force he was unwinding into the blows.
Shuuhei buried his face in the sheets and pulled his arms beneath his chest once again. The sensation was unlike anything the vice Captain had ever experienced. The pain from each stroke built on the last, the burning and lasting ache slowly mounted into a fire. He started to lose his ability to think; just the act of feeling was almost more than he could handle. Shuuhei moaned at first, but as more and more strikes built up, he started softly crying out with each out. The cussing started as the flogger hit him across his tender ass again. Obscenities spit out into the mattress as the white hot pain made him start to lose his mind.
Though, through all the pain and the burn, Shuuhei couldn’t help but be amazed at how aroused he still was. He was babbling, on the verge of crying into the sheets, trying to ask for more, but the words coming from his lips were making no sense to him.
Jyuushiro hadn't hesitated at the cussing, but at the babbling, he paused, leaned down and stroked Shuuhei's back. He heard the general sense of the words, and realized, with a thrill, that Shuuhei wanted even more.
The touch against the welts on his back made Shuuhei flinch, but the coolness of Jyuushiro’s fingers felt good, and he relaxed his body onto the mattress. His painful member reminded him of its lack of attention, and the vice Captain whimpered against his sweat-slicked shoulder.
Jyuushiro stated, "You're going to have some really astonishing bruises, Shuuhei. If you want more, you must to tell me your safewords again. I need to know that you can say them if you have to."
He raised his head at the Captains’ request and swallowed thickly. “S… stop is to stop what you’re doing.” He licked his bottom lip and moved his hips to get friction on his straining arousal. “Rosemary… rosemary is to stop everything…”
Jyuushiro noticed the motion of Shuuhei's hips, and he smiled. It fed his own need to know that the other man was enjoying what he was doing. He stroked cool hands along Shuuhei's ass and then up and around those narrow hips.
"I think four more on your back and four on your ass and I'll make them good and hard."
This time Jyuushiro didn't hold back. He swung with his whole body and the weight of the heavy flogger, experience making him believe that Shuuhei was close to his limit, close to the kind of break Jyuushiro wanted to give the younger man. He ignored the pain in his shoulder and deliberately gave Shuuhei time between each of the hard, solid strokes to anticipate and then take each one as best he was able. That also gave Jyuushiro the time to listen for the safewords between each stroke.
With each strike of Jyuushiro's flogger, it seemed Shuuhei’s entire back flared with pain. It didn’t matter if the blows were on his ass or not. He started slipping, his mind shutting down until he felt almost detached from his body. He was aware that he was sobbing, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw and neck ached, but he didn’t call his safeword. The fire grew, consumed him whole. His cock wept, straining, screaming for release.
Jyuushiro shuddered at seeing Shuuhei reacting like that under him and deliberately, consciously choosing to take more, to not use the words that would stop what he was doing. His own admiration for the younger vice Captain grew even greater. Jyuushiro knelt on one knee to one side of Shuuhei, the sweat on his own shoulders, face, and neck was beading, starting to drip from the exertion of wielding the heavy flogger. He lightly touched Shuuhei's shoulder.
"I think we're done here, Shuuhei, but you have last say."
Shuuhei felt the tears run from beneath the blindfold, down his jaw and neck to mix with his sweat. “Oh gods, Jyuushiro-san… fuck… two more. Please… two more. And then I have to come. You have to let me come… my cock hurts almost more than my ass.”
Jyuushiro shook his head and held back the laughter that threatened to escape. Shuuhei had taken far more than he'd expected and he was still asking for more. He took a deep breath and only confirmed, "All right, two more."
Jyuushiro rolled his shoulders and laid the last two strikes on each side of Shuuhei's agonizingly red ass.
Shuuhei screamed and writhed underneath the searing pain. He felt the burn and the intense sting, but it was almost as if it were through someone else. It seemed like it really wasn't a part of his body at all. He slowly relaxed his muscles, knowing the strikes were over. He let each part of him sink into the mattress and he whimpered softly in his artificial darkness.
Jyuushiro tossed the flogger off the side of the bed and muttered the ending words of an ice Kido. The shortened recitation weakened the effect, and he deliberately curbed it further with just how little reiatsu he put into it. When he released it, he caught the result in his left hand. He then took the thin sheet of resulting ice and laid it on Shuuhei's upper back. He gently slid it down to Shuuhei's ass.
The touch of cold almost made Shuuhei pass out, but sharp pain quickly turned into a soothing sensation. The vice Captain sighed and let his bones and muscles turn to water. "Ahh... thank you, Jyuushiro-san..." he whispered.
Jyuushiro blew gently across the wet skin, helping it cool even more. "You're very welcome, Shuuhei. I wish to lay you on your back to help deal with your other request; do you think there's any chance of that?"
Shuuhei immediately started to struggle. "Yes, hell yes, Jyuushiro-san. Help me roll over, please."
Jyuushiro was careful not to put a hand directly on the abused flesh of Shuuhei's back or ass. He grasped a sharp hip bone and the front of Shuuhei's shoulder to help him move.
The soft cotton of the sheets was strange against Shuuhei's abused flesh. He hissed at the slight discomfort as he was rolled, but he couldn't get his mind off the pressure built up between his legs. His erection throbbed so incessantly, he wanted to scream.
Jyuushiro straddled Shuuhei's chest, leaned over, and braced himself on one elbow next to Shuuhei's hip so that none of his weight was on the younger man. With his other hand he stroked the nearly purple erection before lapping up as much of the clear pre-cum as he could, circled the tip with his tongue, and then took Shuuhei's cock into his mouth.
The vice Captain could not control himself at the abrupt change in sensation. Even though what Jyuushiro was doing to him was satisfying, intense pain had still taken over his senses for the greater part of the last half hour, and he had forgotten all other aspects of touch. When Jyuushiro’s mouth engulfed him, Shuuhei’s body let go, releasing violently in hot, thick spurts.
Jyuushiro swallowed them down easily, with one hand on Shuuhei's shaft stroking him through his release.
Shuuhei’s back bowed and his wrists burned as his arms pulled at his binds. His voice caught in his throat, he couldn’t make a sound save for a few grunting pants as the pent up tension left his muscles. As his body started to relax, sinking once again back into the mattress, Shuuhei became aware that he was sobbing uncontrollably. His chest heaved and his breath came harsh through his clenched teeth. The relief of his orgasm had been so great, that it had been painful in its own way.
Jyuushiro steadied his emotions, his arousal, gave Shuuhei's cock one last lick and kiss, and then turned and slid up Shuuhei's body. He stroked the younger man gently as he moved up, avoiding the clipped nipples, and laying light kisses and licks up Shuuhei's belly, hands sliding along his hips and sides. Then kneeling over the bound, sobbing form before him, he felt his own breath catch and he had to swallow hard before leaning forward to press a light kiss against Shuuhei's lips.
"Ah... Jyuushiro-san..." Shuuhei cried into the other man's mouth. "Jyuushiro-san..." His bound arms came up and he draped them over the older man's neck. His body was shaking, his muscles beyond exhaustion, but he felt surprisingly calm and relaxed.
"Shuuhei," Jyuushiro murmured softly, the vulnerability in the younger man's voice on saying his name made him feel so powerful and protective. He wanted to hold Shuuhei, hard, but he knew the mess Shuuhei's back was in, so he contented himself with another gentle kiss, a stroke along one of the arms around his neck, and gradually he felt Shuuhei's shudders slow. The younger man radiated calm, despite the cries, and Jyuushiro smiled.
"You are amazing, Shuuhei. You took so much; I want you even more, now. How do you feel?"
Shuuhei kissed back and chuckled at the Captain's words, despite the tears he knew were still falling from his eyes. "It hurts pretty bad," he murmured. "But... not bad... I can't explain it."
"That makes a great deal of sense, to me at least." Jyuushiro chuckled and then began taking off the blindfold, pulling it from Shuuhei's eyes, lightly stroking Shuuhei's face as he did so. Then he pulled Shuuhei's arms back over his head, and started teasing open the knots. "I'd rather be able to see your eyes and feel you touch me as you wish, if I am to take you as you offered."
Shuuhei watched Jyuushiro untie his wrists as his breathing returned to normal. The tears still welled in his eyes, but he knew there was no stopping them. He turned his gaze up at the older man's face and lifted his hand to pull gently on the long, white hair.
"I would love that, Jyuushiro-san..." he whispered.
Jyuushiro shuddered at Shuuhei's words and leaned down to kiss and lick up his tears. Jyuushiro's heart ached at the gift Shuuhei was giving him so freely. He kissed the scarred cheek and touched those lips with his own again; he kissed Shuuhei hard, groaning softly at the feelings within him as much as at the sensations on his skin.
Shuuhei’s movements were languid as his heartbeat slowed. He bent one knee, brushing the inside of his leg over Jyuushiro’s side. He shifted his hips, arching his back a little despite the harsh sting. His hands slid down the other man’s torso as he kissed the captain back desperately.
Jyuushiro stroked the outside of Shuuhei's thigh and kissed the younger man deeply, savoring the other man's hunger, before patting the bed for the bottle of lube. He sat up; putting Shuuhei's raised leg on his shoulder while straddling Shuuhei's other leg. He squirted lube onto his fingertips, and then reached down to stroke the lube onto Shuuhei's entrance. As he circled the tight ring of muscle there, he looked up at Shuuhei.
"Ready?"
Shuuhei held Jyuushiro's gaze for a few seconds before he turned his tear-stained face into the sheets and nodded. He was frightened, but he trusted the older man to treat him gently. "Yes, Jyuushiro-san... I'm ready..."
Jyuushiro hugged Shuuhei's thigh reassuringly with his dry hand before massaging the tight muscles in Shuuhei's entrance and pushing in with one slender finger. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling for the slightly firmer bump of Shuuhei's prostate, and then moved the well-lubed digit slowly in and out as he watched the younger man's face.
Shuuhei cried out, caught off guard by the strange sensation of being penetrated. There was pressure and slight pain, but not nearly as much as he had been expecting. He spread his hands over the sheets and closed his eyes, breathing deeply in and out, trying to calm his nerves, but not able to control the shaking of his already fatigued body.
Jyuushiro paused at the cry. Having heard from Shuuhei that this was his first time, Jyuushiro had some idea that this would be strange to the younger man, that it would take time and a little experience for Shuuhei to get used to the feelings, the sensations. So he waited until the ring of muscle had relaxed about his finger, as Shuuhei visibly accepted what he was giving him.
"How does that feel?" Jyuushiro asked.
Shifting his position slightly, Shuuhei palmed at his eyes and looked back up at Jyuushiro. He rested his cheek against the sheets and cuddled the soft fabric. He watched concern fill the captain's eyes and fell for the older man all over again. Jyuushiro was so good to him. It made the younger man's heart ache so wonderfully.
Shuuhei felt himself relaxing more than just physically and raised his hips, meeting Jyuushiro's shallow strokes.
"It's gonna feel better when it’s your cock,” he whispered.
Jyuushiro shuddered at the words, his arousal sudden and insistent. The vulnerability the younger man showed, along with the curve of his cheek against the comfort of the covers only made Jyuushiro's breath go even shorter. He gently pulled his slicked finger from Shuuhei, and poured out more lube to slick his own cock, letting out a hiss at the coolness.
He let out a sigh of pleasure as he looked at Shuuhei. He murmured, "Your trust of me is amazing, Shuuhei, and I've wanted to do this for quite some time."
He wiped his hands off on a cloth, moved between Shuuhei's legs, and with one hand on Shuuhei's raised hips and one guiding his cock, Jyuushiro firmly pressed against Shuuhei's entrance.
It was better than Shuuhei had ever hoped. The pain lessened significantly as Jyuushiro fully seated himself deep within him. He responded when the older man kissed him, but only with half of his consciousness. He had long since lost himself in the arms of the other man. He hooked an ankle around the captain’s thigh and pulled Jyuushiro in tightly. Shuuhei’s fingers dug into the other’s biceps, and his breath became ragged.
Reassured by Shuuhei pulling him in closer, Jyuushiro started to move over the younger man, short, sharper motions with regular pauses between each for him to keep his control and regain his breath.
Every thrust of Jyuushiro's hips elicited a soft 'Ah' from the younger man. Shuuhei felt his cock filling once again as the captain fucked him slowly; methodical in his movements. Shuuhei opened his eyes and looked up at the older man through heavy lids. He licked his lips and tried to form words to ask for more.
“Jyuu… Jyuushiro-san… ah…”
Jyuushiro looked at Shuuhei and the sound of the younger man calling his name caused his body to tighten, and his hips bucked involuntarily. He kissed those licked lips, feeling the desire roll off the younger man's form, and then pulled nearly all the way out before sliding completely back in again. The friction and tightness of Shuuhei made Jyuushiro groan and tighten his grip on the younger man.
"Hold onto me, Shuuhei," he whispered and then started moving faster, harder, letting his need take the yielding man below him.
Shuuhei wrapped his arms around the older man, burying his face into the other's neck. His body tightened around the captain's frame and he started to moan continuously, not making sense and not caring in the slightest.
"Ah... yes... Yes, Jyuushiro-san... Ah, harder..." He felt his orgasm coming and tensioned, his hips lifting higher, trying to draw the captain even deeper.
Jyuushiro shuddered at the unrestrained sounds coming from Shuuhei's throat and the sound of his name amid those moans had him snapping his hips hard into Shuuhei. As his rhythm went ragged, he reached between their sweat-slicked bellies to grasp Shuuhei's cock, stroking him even as he fucked the vice Captain harder.
"Ahh... fuck..." Shuuhei could hold on no longer and let himself go. He came suddenly, spilling out onto Jyuushiro's hand and over his own stomach and chest. Dizzying waves of pleasure hit him over and over as he pulsed in the captain's hold.
At the words from Shuuhei, Jyuushiro's orgasm grabbed and shook him as well. "Gods, Shuuhei..."
The sensation of the thick warmth of Shuuhei's seed slicking the cock in his hand and Shuuhei's strong arms pulling him closer, made Jyuushiro spasm so hard he felt like he was nearly going to pass out. He pressed close to Shuuhei's shuddering form, gasping.
Shuuhei held him tight, body still trembling, muscles aching. Tears had collected beneath his eyelids once again, and they trickled slowly down his cheeks. He couldn't speak so he just held the other man, waiting patiently until he came down enough to think straight once again.
Jyuushiro collapsed over Shuuhei. Gradually he managed to nuzzle Shuuhei's dark hair, inhaling the musk and sweat and scent of the younger man, as Jyuushiro tried to get his breathing back under control. He stroked Shuuhei's shoulders lightly as he felt the trembling beneath him, and sighed at the loss as he slipped from the other man's body.
He moved up onto one elbow and saw the tears; and he leaned forward to gently kiss them away. His lips moved down to kiss Shuuhei's lips and then down even further, as he released one nipple clamp, licking, sucking and then gently blowing on that nipple before he did the other as well.
Shuuhei took deep breaths, keeping still as Jyuushiro kissed him softly. As his nipple was released, he sucked air through his teeth. The pain was intense, soothed only when the older man blew on the reddened flesh.
"Jyuushiro-san," Shuuhei whispered as he closed his eyes once again. "You're amazing, Jyuushiro-san..."
"And you, Shuuhei... you're astonishingly sexy and strong. Thank you for your gifts to me."
Jyuushiro slid his hands along Shuuhei's skin, feather-light touches against the edges of the bruising skin about his nipples and then moving to stroke along the sides of his back. "Are you up to getting up and letting me carry you over to the washing bench? I think... I think you are in need of the healing bath."
Shuuhei held Jyuushiro's gaze, running his hands up the captain's arms. He brushed his fingers over the other man's pale collar bone, and sighed softly. "I don't want to move. Just help me wipe down and lay with me for a while."
Jyuushiro nodded and picked up some of the cloths he always had by the side of the bed and cleaned them both up. He lay down beside Shuuhei, putting one arm under the bigger man and then gathering him carefully and gently close.
Shuuhei curled against the captain, resting one hand on Jyuushiro's chest and the other on the slighter man's boney hip. He tucked his head underneath the other man's chin, and breathed in the familiar scent of Jyuushiro's shampoo. "You feel so good," he whispered, his voice muffled.
"I'm glad." Jyuushiro brushed his lips against Shuuhei's hair and sighed happily, gently stroking Shuuhei's shoulder. He held the younger man close and quiet, giving Shuuhei time to be vulnerable and time to recover.
Eventually he smiled and stroked Shuuhei's arm down to the hand that rested on his hip. Gently he interlaced his fingers with Shuuhei's before saying, "You are amazing as well, Shuuhei. Your strength, your ability to give, and your sensual nature surprise me at every turn."
Shuuhei squeezed the captain's hand before slipping out of his grasp. He snaked his arm around the older man's waist and pulled the Captain tighter against his body. "Not that hard to give," he snickered softly into Jyuushiro's skin.
"Not when you have a sexy partner."
Jyuushiro moved with the pull, yielding to Shuuhei's physical strength. He chuckled as well. "I'm very glad you find me so, then." Then he laughed softly, wrapping his free arm around Shuuhei as well. "I find that to be true as well. Would you like something more than being held?"
Shuuhei thought for a moment, running his lips over the other man's throat, feeling Jyuushiro's pulse pick up even as the slender man murmured his pleasure. Kissing up the neckline and running his tongue over salty skin. "I don't know..." He released the captain slowly and rolled to his back. He winced as his skin was aggravated by the sheets, but the pain wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t bear it. Putting his arms above his head, the vice Captain stretched the length of his body, pulling at muscles that had become stiff and were no doubt going to be sore later. The sheets scraped at the flog marks, but it didn't hurt as much as remind him how amazing it had felt to be underneath Jyuushiro.
"Did you have something in mind?" He smiled.
Jyuushiro rolled onto his side to face Shuuhei, and he grinned at that smile and question. He slid his touch lightly to flick one of Shuuhei's abused nipples, causing Shuuhei's breath to catch; and then along hard abdominals, sliding along Shuuhei's belly down to the coarser hairs just above his cock.
"Mmhm... are you up to some gentle love making?"
Shuuhei's smile widened at Jyuushiro's touch and question. He tilted his head to the side and let his eyelids fall heavy. "For you, Jyuushiro-san? I'm always up for it."
TBC
Chapter 1 Here, Chapter 2 Here, Chapter 3 Here
xD
So here is more sexy Ukitake *grins* smexxing up my Shuuhei. Hope you all enjoy.
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.
Thank you to 2metaldog for beta! <3 <3 <3
Ukitake is played by liralen, and Hisagi is played by stark_black. x)
Jyuushiro felt the breath of Shuuhei's whisper across his lips, and he couldn't help himself, he kissed Shuuhei hard. His mouth took the younger man's deeply, his breath shuddering with his own hunger for Shuuhei, knowing that his desire, his need for the younger man was hard and hot amid his reiatsu...
"As you wish," he said and forced himself to walk to the mirrored play room and pick up the big, blue leather flogger, not the little turquoise one.
The turquoise flogger had only a few dozen tails of soft suede, good for the kind of warm up work he'd already done with his hand. It also stung more than it actually hit. Jyuushiro had made the blue flogger himself, out of solid leather, wide tails to lessen the sting, but nearly four times the number of them to add momentum to the impact when the tails hit. It would hit hard and bruise, but not sting or rip skin. He'd taken some measure of Shuuhei's abilities; and the slaps had warmed up Shuuhei's skin and muscles well enough to use the heavier toy.
Shuuhei listened to Jyuushiro's footsteps as the older man left the bed and moved into the other room. He had some idea what was in store for him, but he still shivered with anticipation and need as he heard those same footfalls coming back.
Jyuushiro came back, and set the heavy flogger down, before kneeling back on the bed and running his hands down Shuuhei's ass and the backs of his legs. "I'm going to start soft and work up with just a few blows at a time. I'll be checking with you to make sure of how it's going."
Shuuhei nodded and groaned softly, his aching cock pressing into the mattress.
Jyuushiro stroked his cool left hand against the hot skin of Shuuhei's ass and the backs of his thighs to a quiet sigh by the younger man. He stood by the bed. Centuries of sword play as well as plenty of practice with the flogger had given Jyuushiro a good sense of his distance, and he went to work He set soft slaps with the tips of the heavy flogger against Shuuhei's shoulder blades.
He saw the young man roll his shoulders once, testing the sensation, and he laid a firmer set of slaps with the tips along the skin. Each hit made Jyuushiro's arousal harder and higher. Shuuhei's skin started to flush warm under the blows.
"How is it?" Jyuushiro asked quietly.
Shuuhei breathed deep, feeling the slow sting and heat spread across his skin. "It's warm," he said softly.
"Good, that's what it's supposed to be like... it'll help your skin and body minimize damage and sensitize your skin. I'm about to go a little harder, four on your back, another two on your ass."
Jyuushiro matched action to his words, unleashing a complete swing, bringing the weight of the blue flogger down on Shuuhei's back, to each side of his spine. He saw the lithe, strong body below him jerk a little at first, just at the force of it, and then he smiled as he saw Shuuhei relax into the other back blows.
The two hard flogger blows to the ass made a completely different impression.
Pain flared across the skin of Shuuhei's ass, and he arched hard against it. He cried out, his voice high and foreign to him as the sting and the burn spread throughout his lower body. Shuuhei tensioned, his hands re-fisting in the sheets, and found himself a little dumbfounded at his cock still hard and aching as he pressed it into the mattress.
"Fuuuck..." he moaned against his bicep.
Jyuushiro stopped immediately. He deliberately took a slow breath so that his voice wouldn't shake, it wouldn't do to make Shuuhei uncertain of what was going on by pushing at him that way. He stroked the hot skin of Shuuhei's ass and the back of his thighs soothingly.
"How are you doing? Is that all you want?"
Shuuhei lifted his head and exhaled sharply. "No. Fuck no," he turned his head and looked over his shoulder in the Captain's direction. Even though he saw nothing beneath the blindfold, he wanted Jyuushiro to know he meant what he was saying.
"Do it again. Please, do it again." He shifted slightly to his side and flexed the muscles in his back and buttocks, putting his frame in a natural arch. It was a trick he had learned from Yumichika. The long-haired beauty would pull his muscles tight and give Shuuhei a good, long look at every exquisite angle and curve his body possessed. He would look over his slender shoulder and tell the vice Captain just how hard, how fast he wanted it. The move always got Shuuhei hot, and he hoped it would do the same to Jyuushiro.
“You can even do it harder if you want.”
Jyuushiro's breath caught at the display before him, and his reiatsu flared out of his conscious control for a moment at the sheer want the younger man evoked within him. He growled softly and gained control back.
"Indeed... your strength is considerable, Shuuhei. Thank you."
Jyuushiro started, again on Shuuhei’s less marked back, setting down eight strokes, gradually harder and harder, with exactly the same amount of time between them; and then four more across Shuuhei's reddened ass. Jyuushiro's wounded shoulder started to ache from the force he was unwinding into the blows.
Shuuhei buried his face in the sheets and pulled his arms beneath his chest once again. The sensation was unlike anything the vice Captain had ever experienced. The pain from each stroke built on the last, the burning and lasting ache slowly mounted into a fire. He started to lose his ability to think; just the act of feeling was almost more than he could handle. Shuuhei moaned at first, but as more and more strikes built up, he started softly crying out with each out. The cussing started as the flogger hit him across his tender ass again. Obscenities spit out into the mattress as the white hot pain made him start to lose his mind.
Though, through all the pain and the burn, Shuuhei couldn’t help but be amazed at how aroused he still was. He was babbling, on the verge of crying into the sheets, trying to ask for more, but the words coming from his lips were making no sense to him.
Jyuushiro hadn't hesitated at the cussing, but at the babbling, he paused, leaned down and stroked Shuuhei's back. He heard the general sense of the words, and realized, with a thrill, that Shuuhei wanted even more.
The touch against the welts on his back made Shuuhei flinch, but the coolness of Jyuushiro’s fingers felt good, and he relaxed his body onto the mattress. His painful member reminded him of its lack of attention, and the vice Captain whimpered against his sweat-slicked shoulder.
Jyuushiro stated, "You're going to have some really astonishing bruises, Shuuhei. If you want more, you must to tell me your safewords again. I need to know that you can say them if you have to."
He raised his head at the Captains’ request and swallowed thickly. “S… stop is to stop what you’re doing.” He licked his bottom lip and moved his hips to get friction on his straining arousal. “Rosemary… rosemary is to stop everything…”
Jyuushiro noticed the motion of Shuuhei's hips, and he smiled. It fed his own need to know that the other man was enjoying what he was doing. He stroked cool hands along Shuuhei's ass and then up and around those narrow hips.
"I think four more on your back and four on your ass and I'll make them good and hard."
This time Jyuushiro didn't hold back. He swung with his whole body and the weight of the heavy flogger, experience making him believe that Shuuhei was close to his limit, close to the kind of break Jyuushiro wanted to give the younger man. He ignored the pain in his shoulder and deliberately gave Shuuhei time between each of the hard, solid strokes to anticipate and then take each one as best he was able. That also gave Jyuushiro the time to listen for the safewords between each stroke.
With each strike of Jyuushiro's flogger, it seemed Shuuhei’s entire back flared with pain. It didn’t matter if the blows were on his ass or not. He started slipping, his mind shutting down until he felt almost detached from his body. He was aware that he was sobbing, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw and neck ached, but he didn’t call his safeword. The fire grew, consumed him whole. His cock wept, straining, screaming for release.
Jyuushiro shuddered at seeing Shuuhei reacting like that under him and deliberately, consciously choosing to take more, to not use the words that would stop what he was doing. His own admiration for the younger vice Captain grew even greater. Jyuushiro knelt on one knee to one side of Shuuhei, the sweat on his own shoulders, face, and neck was beading, starting to drip from the exertion of wielding the heavy flogger. He lightly touched Shuuhei's shoulder.
"I think we're done here, Shuuhei, but you have last say."
Shuuhei felt the tears run from beneath the blindfold, down his jaw and neck to mix with his sweat. “Oh gods, Jyuushiro-san… fuck… two more. Please… two more. And then I have to come. You have to let me come… my cock hurts almost more than my ass.”
Jyuushiro shook his head and held back the laughter that threatened to escape. Shuuhei had taken far more than he'd expected and he was still asking for more. He took a deep breath and only confirmed, "All right, two more."
Jyuushiro rolled his shoulders and laid the last two strikes on each side of Shuuhei's agonizingly red ass.
Shuuhei screamed and writhed underneath the searing pain. He felt the burn and the intense sting, but it was almost as if it were through someone else. It seemed like it really wasn't a part of his body at all. He slowly relaxed his muscles, knowing the strikes were over. He let each part of him sink into the mattress and he whimpered softly in his artificial darkness.
Jyuushiro tossed the flogger off the side of the bed and muttered the ending words of an ice Kido. The shortened recitation weakened the effect, and he deliberately curbed it further with just how little reiatsu he put into it. When he released it, he caught the result in his left hand. He then took the thin sheet of resulting ice and laid it on Shuuhei's upper back. He gently slid it down to Shuuhei's ass.
The touch of cold almost made Shuuhei pass out, but sharp pain quickly turned into a soothing sensation. The vice Captain sighed and let his bones and muscles turn to water. "Ahh... thank you, Jyuushiro-san..." he whispered.
Jyuushiro blew gently across the wet skin, helping it cool even more. "You're very welcome, Shuuhei. I wish to lay you on your back to help deal with your other request; do you think there's any chance of that?"
Shuuhei immediately started to struggle. "Yes, hell yes, Jyuushiro-san. Help me roll over, please."
Jyuushiro was careful not to put a hand directly on the abused flesh of Shuuhei's back or ass. He grasped a sharp hip bone and the front of Shuuhei's shoulder to help him move.
The soft cotton of the sheets was strange against Shuuhei's abused flesh. He hissed at the slight discomfort as he was rolled, but he couldn't get his mind off the pressure built up between his legs. His erection throbbed so incessantly, he wanted to scream.
Jyuushiro straddled Shuuhei's chest, leaned over, and braced himself on one elbow next to Shuuhei's hip so that none of his weight was on the younger man. With his other hand he stroked the nearly purple erection before lapping up as much of the clear pre-cum as he could, circled the tip with his tongue, and then took Shuuhei's cock into his mouth.
The vice Captain could not control himself at the abrupt change in sensation. Even though what Jyuushiro was doing to him was satisfying, intense pain had still taken over his senses for the greater part of the last half hour, and he had forgotten all other aspects of touch. When Jyuushiro’s mouth engulfed him, Shuuhei’s body let go, releasing violently in hot, thick spurts.
Jyuushiro swallowed them down easily, with one hand on Shuuhei's shaft stroking him through his release.
Shuuhei’s back bowed and his wrists burned as his arms pulled at his binds. His voice caught in his throat, he couldn’t make a sound save for a few grunting pants as the pent up tension left his muscles. As his body started to relax, sinking once again back into the mattress, Shuuhei became aware that he was sobbing uncontrollably. His chest heaved and his breath came harsh through his clenched teeth. The relief of his orgasm had been so great, that it had been painful in its own way.
Jyuushiro steadied his emotions, his arousal, gave Shuuhei's cock one last lick and kiss, and then turned and slid up Shuuhei's body. He stroked the younger man gently as he moved up, avoiding the clipped nipples, and laying light kisses and licks up Shuuhei's belly, hands sliding along his hips and sides. Then kneeling over the bound, sobbing form before him, he felt his own breath catch and he had to swallow hard before leaning forward to press a light kiss against Shuuhei's lips.
"Ah... Jyuushiro-san..." Shuuhei cried into the other man's mouth. "Jyuushiro-san..." His bound arms came up and he draped them over the older man's neck. His body was shaking, his muscles beyond exhaustion, but he felt surprisingly calm and relaxed.
"Shuuhei," Jyuushiro murmured softly, the vulnerability in the younger man's voice on saying his name made him feel so powerful and protective. He wanted to hold Shuuhei, hard, but he knew the mess Shuuhei's back was in, so he contented himself with another gentle kiss, a stroke along one of the arms around his neck, and gradually he felt Shuuhei's shudders slow. The younger man radiated calm, despite the cries, and Jyuushiro smiled.
"You are amazing, Shuuhei. You took so much; I want you even more, now. How do you feel?"
Shuuhei kissed back and chuckled at the Captain's words, despite the tears he knew were still falling from his eyes. "It hurts pretty bad," he murmured. "But... not bad... I can't explain it."
"That makes a great deal of sense, to me at least." Jyuushiro chuckled and then began taking off the blindfold, pulling it from Shuuhei's eyes, lightly stroking Shuuhei's face as he did so. Then he pulled Shuuhei's arms back over his head, and started teasing open the knots. "I'd rather be able to see your eyes and feel you touch me as you wish, if I am to take you as you offered."
Shuuhei watched Jyuushiro untie his wrists as his breathing returned to normal. The tears still welled in his eyes, but he knew there was no stopping them. He turned his gaze up at the older man's face and lifted his hand to pull gently on the long, white hair.
"I would love that, Jyuushiro-san..." he whispered.
Jyuushiro shuddered at Shuuhei's words and leaned down to kiss and lick up his tears. Jyuushiro's heart ached at the gift Shuuhei was giving him so freely. He kissed the scarred cheek and touched those lips with his own again; he kissed Shuuhei hard, groaning softly at the feelings within him as much as at the sensations on his skin.
Shuuhei’s movements were languid as his heartbeat slowed. He bent one knee, brushing the inside of his leg over Jyuushiro’s side. He shifted his hips, arching his back a little despite the harsh sting. His hands slid down the other man’s torso as he kissed the captain back desperately.
Jyuushiro stroked the outside of Shuuhei's thigh and kissed the younger man deeply, savoring the other man's hunger, before patting the bed for the bottle of lube. He sat up; putting Shuuhei's raised leg on his shoulder while straddling Shuuhei's other leg. He squirted lube onto his fingertips, and then reached down to stroke the lube onto Shuuhei's entrance. As he circled the tight ring of muscle there, he looked up at Shuuhei.
"Ready?"
Shuuhei held Jyuushiro's gaze for a few seconds before he turned his tear-stained face into the sheets and nodded. He was frightened, but he trusted the older man to treat him gently. "Yes, Jyuushiro-san... I'm ready..."
Jyuushiro hugged Shuuhei's thigh reassuringly with his dry hand before massaging the tight muscles in Shuuhei's entrance and pushing in with one slender finger. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling for the slightly firmer bump of Shuuhei's prostate, and then moved the well-lubed digit slowly in and out as he watched the younger man's face.
Shuuhei cried out, caught off guard by the strange sensation of being penetrated. There was pressure and slight pain, but not nearly as much as he had been expecting. He spread his hands over the sheets and closed his eyes, breathing deeply in and out, trying to calm his nerves, but not able to control the shaking of his already fatigued body.
Jyuushiro paused at the cry. Having heard from Shuuhei that this was his first time, Jyuushiro had some idea that this would be strange to the younger man, that it would take time and a little experience for Shuuhei to get used to the feelings, the sensations. So he waited until the ring of muscle had relaxed about his finger, as Shuuhei visibly accepted what he was giving him.
"How does that feel?" Jyuushiro asked.
Shifting his position slightly, Shuuhei palmed at his eyes and looked back up at Jyuushiro. He rested his cheek against the sheets and cuddled the soft fabric. He watched concern fill the captain's eyes and fell for the older man all over again. Jyuushiro was so good to him. It made the younger man's heart ache so wonderfully.
Shuuhei felt himself relaxing more than just physically and raised his hips, meeting Jyuushiro's shallow strokes.
"It's gonna feel better when it’s your cock,” he whispered.
Jyuushiro shuddered at the words, his arousal sudden and insistent. The vulnerability the younger man showed, along with the curve of his cheek against the comfort of the covers only made Jyuushiro's breath go even shorter. He gently pulled his slicked finger from Shuuhei, and poured out more lube to slick his own cock, letting out a hiss at the coolness.
He let out a sigh of pleasure as he looked at Shuuhei. He murmured, "Your trust of me is amazing, Shuuhei, and I've wanted to do this for quite some time."
He wiped his hands off on a cloth, moved between Shuuhei's legs, and with one hand on Shuuhei's raised hips and one guiding his cock, Jyuushiro firmly pressed against Shuuhei's entrance.
It was better than Shuuhei had ever hoped. The pain lessened significantly as Jyuushiro fully seated himself deep within him. He responded when the older man kissed him, but only with half of his consciousness. He had long since lost himself in the arms of the other man. He hooked an ankle around the captain’s thigh and pulled Jyuushiro in tightly. Shuuhei’s fingers dug into the other’s biceps, and his breath became ragged.
Reassured by Shuuhei pulling him in closer, Jyuushiro started to move over the younger man, short, sharper motions with regular pauses between each for him to keep his control and regain his breath.
Every thrust of Jyuushiro's hips elicited a soft 'Ah' from the younger man. Shuuhei felt his cock filling once again as the captain fucked him slowly; methodical in his movements. Shuuhei opened his eyes and looked up at the older man through heavy lids. He licked his lips and tried to form words to ask for more.
“Jyuu… Jyuushiro-san… ah…”
Jyuushiro looked at Shuuhei and the sound of the younger man calling his name caused his body to tighten, and his hips bucked involuntarily. He kissed those licked lips, feeling the desire roll off the younger man's form, and then pulled nearly all the way out before sliding completely back in again. The friction and tightness of Shuuhei made Jyuushiro groan and tighten his grip on the younger man.
"Hold onto me, Shuuhei," he whispered and then started moving faster, harder, letting his need take the yielding man below him.
Shuuhei wrapped his arms around the older man, burying his face into the other's neck. His body tightened around the captain's frame and he started to moan continuously, not making sense and not caring in the slightest.
"Ah... yes... Yes, Jyuushiro-san... Ah, harder..." He felt his orgasm coming and tensioned, his hips lifting higher, trying to draw the captain even deeper.
Jyuushiro shuddered at the unrestrained sounds coming from Shuuhei's throat and the sound of his name amid those moans had him snapping his hips hard into Shuuhei. As his rhythm went ragged, he reached between their sweat-slicked bellies to grasp Shuuhei's cock, stroking him even as he fucked the vice Captain harder.
"Ahh... fuck..." Shuuhei could hold on no longer and let himself go. He came suddenly, spilling out onto Jyuushiro's hand and over his own stomach and chest. Dizzying waves of pleasure hit him over and over as he pulsed in the captain's hold.
At the words from Shuuhei, Jyuushiro's orgasm grabbed and shook him as well. "Gods, Shuuhei..."
The sensation of the thick warmth of Shuuhei's seed slicking the cock in his hand and Shuuhei's strong arms pulling him closer, made Jyuushiro spasm so hard he felt like he was nearly going to pass out. He pressed close to Shuuhei's shuddering form, gasping.
Shuuhei held him tight, body still trembling, muscles aching. Tears had collected beneath his eyelids once again, and they trickled slowly down his cheeks. He couldn't speak so he just held the other man, waiting patiently until he came down enough to think straight once again.
Jyuushiro collapsed over Shuuhei. Gradually he managed to nuzzle Shuuhei's dark hair, inhaling the musk and sweat and scent of the younger man, as Jyuushiro tried to get his breathing back under control. He stroked Shuuhei's shoulders lightly as he felt the trembling beneath him, and sighed at the loss as he slipped from the other man's body.
He moved up onto one elbow and saw the tears; and he leaned forward to gently kiss them away. His lips moved down to kiss Shuuhei's lips and then down even further, as he released one nipple clamp, licking, sucking and then gently blowing on that nipple before he did the other as well.
Shuuhei took deep breaths, keeping still as Jyuushiro kissed him softly. As his nipple was released, he sucked air through his teeth. The pain was intense, soothed only when the older man blew on the reddened flesh.
"Jyuushiro-san," Shuuhei whispered as he closed his eyes once again. "You're amazing, Jyuushiro-san..."
"And you, Shuuhei... you're astonishingly sexy and strong. Thank you for your gifts to me."
Jyuushiro slid his hands along Shuuhei's skin, feather-light touches against the edges of the bruising skin about his nipples and then moving to stroke along the sides of his back. "Are you up to getting up and letting me carry you over to the washing bench? I think... I think you are in need of the healing bath."
Shuuhei held Jyuushiro's gaze, running his hands up the captain's arms. He brushed his fingers over the other man's pale collar bone, and sighed softly. "I don't want to move. Just help me wipe down and lay with me for a while."
Jyuushiro nodded and picked up some of the cloths he always had by the side of the bed and cleaned them both up. He lay down beside Shuuhei, putting one arm under the bigger man and then gathering him carefully and gently close.
Shuuhei curled against the captain, resting one hand on Jyuushiro's chest and the other on the slighter man's boney hip. He tucked his head underneath the other man's chin, and breathed in the familiar scent of Jyuushiro's shampoo. "You feel so good," he whispered, his voice muffled.
"I'm glad." Jyuushiro brushed his lips against Shuuhei's hair and sighed happily, gently stroking Shuuhei's shoulder. He held the younger man close and quiet, giving Shuuhei time to be vulnerable and time to recover.
Eventually he smiled and stroked Shuuhei's arm down to the hand that rested on his hip. Gently he interlaced his fingers with Shuuhei's before saying, "You are amazing as well, Shuuhei. Your strength, your ability to give, and your sensual nature surprise me at every turn."
Shuuhei squeezed the captain's hand before slipping out of his grasp. He snaked his arm around the older man's waist and pulled the Captain tighter against his body. "Not that hard to give," he snickered softly into Jyuushiro's skin.
"Not when you have a sexy partner."
Jyuushiro moved with the pull, yielding to Shuuhei's physical strength. He chuckled as well. "I'm very glad you find me so, then." Then he laughed softly, wrapping his free arm around Shuuhei as well. "I find that to be true as well. Would you like something more than being held?"
Shuuhei thought for a moment, running his lips over the other man's throat, feeling Jyuushiro's pulse pick up even as the slender man murmured his pleasure. Kissing up the neckline and running his tongue over salty skin. "I don't know..." He released the captain slowly and rolled to his back. He winced as his skin was aggravated by the sheets, but the pain wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t bear it. Putting his arms above his head, the vice Captain stretched the length of his body, pulling at muscles that had become stiff and were no doubt going to be sore later. The sheets scraped at the flog marks, but it didn't hurt as much as remind him how amazing it had felt to be underneath Jyuushiro.
"Did you have something in mind?" He smiled.
Jyuushiro rolled onto his side to face Shuuhei, and he grinned at that smile and question. He slid his touch lightly to flick one of Shuuhei's abused nipples, causing Shuuhei's breath to catch; and then along hard abdominals, sliding along Shuuhei's belly down to the coarser hairs just above his cock.
"Mmhm... are you up to some gentle love making?"
Shuuhei's smile widened at Jyuushiro's touch and question. He tilted his head to the side and let his eyelids fall heavy. "For you, Jyuushiro-san? I'm always up for it."
TBC
Chapter 1 Here, Chapter 2 Here, Chapter 3 Here
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