Fic: Frosting in Four Different Ratings. Hisagi/Kira.
Title: Frosting in Four Different Ratings
Author: winteraconite
Rating: G to NC-17
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: YAOI. SMUT. YEY.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot. >:)
G
He’s wolfing down the frosting, licking it right off the spatula with long, easy, almost absent-minded strokes of his tongue. His eyes are unfocused-uncaring-as he leans casually against the kitchen counter, clad in an apron that is a spattered mess of sugar, eggs, and chocolate like the floor, and the kitchen tabletops, and Shuuhei’s own face and arms.
Izuru looks on in rapt silence until dark eyes catch him staring and Shuuhei looks back at him in a way that he can’t look away.
“What?” the brunet asks, grinning with the spatula still in his mouth, and Izuru shakes his head, unimpressed.
“Nothing,” he says casually. And then: “Pig.”
Shuuhei chokes on the frosting and laughs.
PG-13
Izuru doesn’t realize he has frosting on his cheek until Shuuhei’s thumb is gliding across his cheekbone, catching moist crystals of sugar on his fingertips. Raising a golden brow archly, he watches the brunet lift his fingers to his lips to lick at the sweetness.
“Good?” Izuru asks and gasps when Shuuhei pulls him close by his arm and kisses him, tongue darting out and seeking entrance that the blond immediately grants. His lips are sweet.
“More sugar,” the brunet says softly, ever the sweet-tooth, as he releases the blond for only a fraction of a second before he’s kissing him again, nice and slow. Izuru makes a soft appreciative sound into the lips against his and, closing his eyes, gives in to the moment.
The older shinigami walks them backwards until Izuru feels the kitchen wall against his back. Hands slide from his arms to the backs of his thighs and Izuru wraps his own arms around Shuuhei’s neck to keep himself from falling when the brunet pulls the blond’s legs up to wrap around his waist.
“Shuu, the frosting,” he reminds gently between unhurried kisses but Shuuhei doesn’t seem to hear him.
Izuru doesn’t find the need to prompt him again.
R
The feel of Shuuhei inside him makes Izuru's nerves sing and every movement sends hot shivers up and down his spine, making him moan softly into his lover's skin.
Izuru follows a fine string of frosting trailing from Shuuhei’s naked chest up to the brunet’s collarbone with his tongue then rains moist, sugar-coated kisses along his lover's throat. One hand has its fingers buried in Shuuhei’s dark hair while the other is flat on the floor for balance as he lets his weight and the grip of his thighs hold the brunet down against the kitchen floor, immobilizing the older shinigami so that all Shuuhei can do is writhe restlessly on the hard wood.
Hands squeeze his hips demandingly, trying to coax him to move and when he doesn’t Shuuhei suddenly raises his hips only to have Izuru ride out the movement with little more than a gasp and retaliate by slowing the rocking of his hips, making the older shinigami groan deep in his chest. All the while Izuru continues licking at the glimmering confection artistically smeared on his lover’s sweat-dampened skin.
“You’re killing me, ‘zuru,” Shuuhei breathes, making the blond chuckle and lean down to kiss him long and deep.
“You like it.”
NC-17
His patience stretched to breaking point, Shuuhei surges forward and pushes Izuru onto his back, catching the younger shinigami in his arms so he isn’t slammed onto the floor. With practiced ease, he pushes the blond’s thighs wider apart and Izuru’s eyes widen before he cries out and throws his head back, muscles tightening from the intensity of the sensation of his lover moving hard and fast inside him. They both groan in unison as the brunet bears down until he’s all the way in and Izuru claims the brunet’s lips in a torrid kiss as he wills the burn to fade.
“Move,” he pleads breathlessly then squirms when Shuuhei grips his hips and withdraws only to push back in powerfully, wringing another cry from the younger shinigami as he sets a quick and rough pace.
“Shuuhei!” Izuru gasps and then writhes helplessly as the brunet thrusts steadily into him, fucking him into the floor. “Shuu,” he moans in pleasure. “Shuu.”
Already Izuru can feel his orgasm building inside him, coiled like a spring wound too tightly, and he shudders, arching his back and moving his hips in tandem with Shuuhei’s thrusts, aching for release. The brunet’s breathing grows ragged, hot puffs of air scorching the blond’s over-sensitized skin. Shuuhei groans and his hands leave Izuru’s hips to grasp his ankles with near-bruising force and push the blond’s legs back against his chest.
The heat pooling inside Izuru flares alarmingly and his breath hitches. He doesn’t last long. Orgasm slams into him, making him see stars, and he moans as waves of pleasure crash down on him, leaving him spent and breathless. He hears Shuuhei grunt, feels the hands on his ankles tighten and the brunet shudder against him, and he reaches up to wrap his arms tightly around his lover and pull him close.
"Holy shit," Shuuhei gasps then slumps down over Izuru. They cling to each other in sweet post-coital bliss.
“You okay?” The brunet asks after a few minutes, sweeping the blond’s fringe back from his forehead and looking into dazed blue eyes. Izuru smiles and nods, stretching languorously and feeling only minor twinges of soreness on his body before settling down again, ensconced in Shuuhei’s arms.
“We should probably get back to those cupcakes,” Shuuhei prods, nuzzling the blond’s throat affectionately, and this time Izuru laughs outright.
“You just want to eat,” he quips. A tiny bead of frosting just under Shuuhei’s chin catches his eye and he cranes his neck to reach it, lapping it up with his tongue. “It does need more sugar,” he observes out loud. He shifts to extricate himself from Shuuhei’s hold and is unprepared when Shuuhei rolls them over on the floor so that Izuru is lying on his back again with the brunet on top of him. His eyes widen when he recognizes the look in Shuuhei’s eyes.
“You said we needed to get back to those cupcakes,” he says incredulously and Shuuhei grins, tightening his hold on the blond and settling himself more comfortably between his thighs.
“I say the stupidest things.”
END.
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Author: winteraconite
Rating: G to NC-17
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: YAOI. SMUT. YEY.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot. >:)
G
He’s wolfing down the frosting, licking it right off the spatula with long, easy, almost absent-minded strokes of his tongue. His eyes are unfocused-uncaring-as he leans casually against the kitchen counter, clad in an apron that is a spattered mess of sugar, eggs, and chocolate like the floor, and the kitchen tabletops, and Shuuhei’s own face and arms.
Izuru looks on in rapt silence until dark eyes catch him staring and Shuuhei looks back at him in a way that he can’t look away.
“What?” the brunet asks, grinning with the spatula still in his mouth, and Izuru shakes his head, unimpressed.
“Nothing,” he says casually. And then: “Pig.”
Shuuhei chokes on the frosting and laughs.
PG-13
Izuru doesn’t realize he has frosting on his cheek until Shuuhei’s thumb is gliding across his cheekbone, catching moist crystals of sugar on his fingertips. Raising a golden brow archly, he watches the brunet lift his fingers to his lips to lick at the sweetness.
“Good?” Izuru asks and gasps when Shuuhei pulls him close by his arm and kisses him, tongue darting out and seeking entrance that the blond immediately grants. His lips are sweet.
“More sugar,” the brunet says softly, ever the sweet-tooth, as he releases the blond for only a fraction of a second before he’s kissing him again, nice and slow. Izuru makes a soft appreciative sound into the lips against his and, closing his eyes, gives in to the moment.
The older shinigami walks them backwards until Izuru feels the kitchen wall against his back. Hands slide from his arms to the backs of his thighs and Izuru wraps his own arms around Shuuhei’s neck to keep himself from falling when the brunet pulls the blond’s legs up to wrap around his waist.
“Shuu, the frosting,” he reminds gently between unhurried kisses but Shuuhei doesn’t seem to hear him.
Izuru doesn’t find the need to prompt him again.
R
The feel of Shuuhei inside him makes Izuru's nerves sing and every movement sends hot shivers up and down his spine, making him moan softly into his lover's skin.
Izuru follows a fine string of frosting trailing from Shuuhei’s naked chest up to the brunet’s collarbone with his tongue then rains moist, sugar-coated kisses along his lover's throat. One hand has its fingers buried in Shuuhei’s dark hair while the other is flat on the floor for balance as he lets his weight and the grip of his thighs hold the brunet down against the kitchen floor, immobilizing the older shinigami so that all Shuuhei can do is writhe restlessly on the hard wood.
Hands squeeze his hips demandingly, trying to coax him to move and when he doesn’t Shuuhei suddenly raises his hips only to have Izuru ride out the movement with little more than a gasp and retaliate by slowing the rocking of his hips, making the older shinigami groan deep in his chest. All the while Izuru continues licking at the glimmering confection artistically smeared on his lover’s sweat-dampened skin.
“You’re killing me, ‘zuru,” Shuuhei breathes, making the blond chuckle and lean down to kiss him long and deep.
“You like it.”
NC-17
His patience stretched to breaking point, Shuuhei surges forward and pushes Izuru onto his back, catching the younger shinigami in his arms so he isn’t slammed onto the floor. With practiced ease, he pushes the blond’s thighs wider apart and Izuru’s eyes widen before he cries out and throws his head back, muscles tightening from the intensity of the sensation of his lover moving hard and fast inside him. They both groan in unison as the brunet bears down until he’s all the way in and Izuru claims the brunet’s lips in a torrid kiss as he wills the burn to fade.
“Move,” he pleads breathlessly then squirms when Shuuhei grips his hips and withdraws only to push back in powerfully, wringing another cry from the younger shinigami as he sets a quick and rough pace.
“Shuuhei!” Izuru gasps and then writhes helplessly as the brunet thrusts steadily into him, fucking him into the floor. “Shuu,” he moans in pleasure. “Shuu.”
Already Izuru can feel his orgasm building inside him, coiled like a spring wound too tightly, and he shudders, arching his back and moving his hips in tandem with Shuuhei’s thrusts, aching for release. The brunet’s breathing grows ragged, hot puffs of air scorching the blond’s over-sensitized skin. Shuuhei groans and his hands leave Izuru’s hips to grasp his ankles with near-bruising force and push the blond’s legs back against his chest.
The heat pooling inside Izuru flares alarmingly and his breath hitches. He doesn’t last long. Orgasm slams into him, making him see stars, and he moans as waves of pleasure crash down on him, leaving him spent and breathless. He hears Shuuhei grunt, feels the hands on his ankles tighten and the brunet shudder against him, and he reaches up to wrap his arms tightly around his lover and pull him close.
"Holy shit," Shuuhei gasps then slumps down over Izuru. They cling to each other in sweet post-coital bliss.
“You okay?” The brunet asks after a few minutes, sweeping the blond’s fringe back from his forehead and looking into dazed blue eyes. Izuru smiles and nods, stretching languorously and feeling only minor twinges of soreness on his body before settling down again, ensconced in Shuuhei’s arms.
“We should probably get back to those cupcakes,” Shuuhei prods, nuzzling the blond’s throat affectionately, and this time Izuru laughs outright.
“You just want to eat,” he quips. A tiny bead of frosting just under Shuuhei’s chin catches his eye and he cranes his neck to reach it, lapping it up with his tongue. “It does need more sugar,” he observes out loud. He shifts to extricate himself from Shuuhei’s hold and is unprepared when Shuuhei rolls them over on the floor so that Izuru is lying on his back again with the brunet on top of him. His eyes widen when he recognizes the look in Shuuhei’s eyes.
“You said we needed to get back to those cupcakes,” he says incredulously and Shuuhei grins, tightening his hold on the blond and settling himself more comfortably between his thighs.
“I say the stupidest things.”
END.
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