Fic: Under the Covers. Hisagi/Kira.
Title: Under the Covers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Summary: Our boys on a cold winter night. ♥
Notes/Warnings: For the shuukira Christmas Challenge, using the prompt "Snow". Also written for Theme #36: Melt @ 50scenes.
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. >:)
A/N: I'm going to be honest and say that I have been trying to wring something out of me for weeks. Panic set in the week before Christmas and, of course, that just made things worse; I pretty much gave up. Then on the eve of Dec. 27 a rabid plot bunny barged into my room, had its wicked way with me (you filthy beast rawr), and made me write this at 2 in the morning. And voilà! I present to you eight pages of smut. :D
Special thanks to ceestar for listening to me bemoan the currently dry well that is my creativity and inspiration. Thank you for putting up with me, Bb. ♥
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Cocooned in just about every blanket the house had to offer, Izuru sighed and tried to burrow deeper under the covers even as he perked up at the sound of the door sliding open. There was the soft yellow glow of a lantern, the distinct sound of cantankerous muttering, and then the snow-dusted figure that was Hisagi Shuuhei was trudging into the living room, shaking snow off his boots and overcoat as he went.
Izuru watched in silence as the older shinigami, still muttering petulantly, began tugging his gloves off before dropping them onto the now snow-spattered floor. The boots followed shortly, then the overcoat, until finally the brunet was standing in just his standard shinigami uniform sans the sleeves.
Not a very good idea; Izuru shivered just looking at him.
“A-a-any news on the p-p-power?” Izuru stammered through chattering teeth, and immediately regretted it as his every exhale turned into fine wisps of frost that wafted over his face.
Shuuhei shook his head. “It’s still out, but Akon’s working on it himself. It shouldn’t take him too long to get it back up again.”
Just long enough for us to freeze to death, Izuru thought grumpily. The darkness he could deal with. The cold? No.
“This is why we need a fireplace,” he groused and Shuuhei had the grace to look sheepish. Electrical heating was his idea. Anything that had to do with modern technology was his idea. It drove Izuru up the wall.
“Yeah, well,” the brunet shrugged. “It’s been half a century since the last black-out. Who would’ve thought?” He rubbed at his arms as he made his way to the couch towards Izuru. “Move over,” he nudged the younger shinigami who only groaned and threw the covers over his head.
“You can’t make me,” the blond grumbled as he curled himself into a tight ball under the blankets. He expected Shuuhei to start pulling at the covers anyway and lie beside him, and was surprised when there was no movement from the brunet. Confused, he pushed the blankets away and turned to face his lover, unwittingly putting himself in the perfect position for a deep but gentle kiss.
“I’ll build you a fireplace with my bare hands, I promise,” Shuuhei murmured once he relinquished the blond's lips. “Now, will you move over?”
Izuru chuckled softly and shifted underneath the covers, pulling one end to the side in a silent invitation Shuuhei was only too happy to accept. After a few moments of wriggling around trying to find the right position, Shuuhei settled into the couch behind the blond and wrapped his arms around Izuru’s waist. He put a hand over Izuru’s and hissed.
“You’re freezing,” he complained, taking both of the blond’s hands in his.
“I thought I’d made that clear.” Izuru huffed. “You’re not exactly a burning furnace yourself.” He turned in Shuuhei’s arms and frowned. Sliding his hands up Shuuhei’s arms he started to knead the muscles there, rubbing them gently. “We need to get you warm, Shuu. You were out there too long.”
He moved in closer, moulding his body against the brunet’s, and wrapped his arms around him. Shuuhei sighed appreciatively when the warmth from both his lover and the sheets began to seep into his skin. Entangling his legs with Izuru’s, he moved so that he had his head tucked under the blond’s chin and his cheek against Izuru’s throat, relishing the heat. “Thanks,” he whispered and heard Izuru hum.
“No problem,” the younger shinigami said, and Shuuhei dropped a quick kiss on the hollow of his lover’s throat. Izuru hummed again. Encouraged, Shuuhei nuzzled his lover’s throat, kissing his way down to the blond’s clavicle and back up again until he felt the arms around him tighten.
“Don’t start,” Izuru admonished, squirming where he lay alongside Shuuhei. “It’s too cold.” He pulled away to give the brunet a reproving look but it was a little soft around the edges and did nothing to discourage the older shinigami.
“But you said I needed to get warm,” the brunet grinned as the gears in his brain started to turn.
“I didn’t mean like this.”
“You know heat conduction works best skin to skin,” Shuuhei whispered, nudging Izuru’s chin up with his nose and kissing the side of Izuru’s throat-a weak spot he had found over the years. The blond gasped and tensed against him, but he ignored it and quickly resumed his ministrations as he felt his own body start to react to Izuru’s closeness. Sliding a hand over one of Izuru’s knees, he grabbed the back of his thigh and hooked it over his hip, bringing their pelvises together.
“You’re impossible,” Izuru breathed, but he let his head fall back, giving Shuuuhei more access to his skin even as he protested half-heartedly. Realizing he was on the verge of losing this battle, Izuru swallowed audibly and closed his eyes as a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold ran down the length of his spine.
Shuuhei continued to trail kisses up and down the curve of his neck, feeling Izuru’s pulse and breath quicken as the temperature seemed to suddenly go up a notch or two (which wasn’t much considering the practically sub-zero temperature but still...). With quick and easy movements, Shuuhei rolled them over so he was stretched out on top of the blond’s supine form.
“Shuu...” Izuru’s breath left him in a quiet sigh and the brunet pulled himself up along Izuru’s body to give him a slow and thorough kiss that melted his resistance like snow in the spring.
Shuuhei pulled back from Izuru with a triumphant grin on his face. “Should I stop?” he asked, slipping his hands underneath the blond and sliding them over Izuru’s back, feeling the lean muscles underneath the fabric of the blond’s kimono. He was surprised when the younger shinigami’s grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss.
“If you want to die,” Izuru growled and Shuuhei’s face split into a feral grin as he brought his hands around to slide deft fingers into the blond’s kimono. He laughed when he came across another layer of thick fabric.
“Just how many layers have you got in there, ‘zuru?” He asked, struggling to divest the younger shinigami of the outermost one.
“It was freezing!” The blond grit out in his defence, lifting his hips so the brunet could unwind the obi from around his waist. His face was flushed, and his breathing ragged. Was freezing, he said. Heh. Shuuhei liked that.
“Come here,” Shuuhei growled, and Izuru gasped as the brunet all but tore into his clothing, tugging at the cumbersome layers of fabric until he reached the smooth expanse of the blond’s bare chest. Leaning in, he took a nipple into his mouth, relishing Izuru’s surprised cry.
Hands tugged ineffectually at Shuuhei’s uniform, and the brunet took the hint and started to strip. He kept his mouth on Izuru, worked his way out of his uniform, and attempted to get his lover fully naked all at the same time.
Success, he thought as he threw the last shred of clothing aside and felt Izuru’s heated skin touch his. “I had no idea you owned so many clothes, love,” he teased and Izuru huffed and thrust up against him, making the brunet groan.
“Not funny,” the blond said. He shifted under Shuuhei and spread his legs out to either side of him. Wrapping them firmly around the brunet’s waist and supporting himself on his elbows, he arched his back and started to rock his hips, moaning at the feel of their bodies moving against each other.
With a groan, Shuuhei reached down and grasped Izuru’s hips, supporting him and guiding him in a smooth rhythm pleasing to them both. It wasn’t enough. The blond growled and pulled at Shuuhei with his legs, urging him to a faster pace and the older shinigami complied. Despite the frigid air, sweat started to glisten on their frantically moving bodies, gleaming with borrowed light from the moon.
“Shuuhei,” Izuru whispered, reaching up to clutch at the brunet’s shoulders. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me, ‘zuru.”
“I meant inside me, idiot.” The blond chuckled then cried out as Shuuhei gave a particularly zealous thrust. Then the brunet slowed his movements and leaned in to kiss him tenderly.
“Turn around,” Shuuhei said when they broke apart, and the blond quickly obeyed. He moaned when he felt the delicious friction of the upholstery on his skin then cried out sharply when the covers were suddenly pulled aside, exposing them to the cold. Sex in the winter was always a challenge. He reflexively curled himself into a ball and shivered, relaxing again only when Shuuhei covered him with his own body and coaxed him to lie on his front. Sighing when the sudden cold gave way to warmth, he writhed beneath his lover as Shuuhei dropped kisses along his spine, one on each vertebra, moving lower and lower until-
“Kami-sama,” Izuru moaned, his breath hitching in his throat as he clutched at the sheets, closing his eyes to the whiteness that suddenly dominated his vision. Strong hands held his hips down as Shuuhei insisted on his own less frenzied pace and Izuru indulged his lover, biting his bottom lip to keep from making too much noise. But try as he might, he couldn’t help but pant noisily as that mouth worked him open, and he rocked his hips back, wanting more.
“Shuu, now,” he whined. “I’m ready. Please-” Gods, he could feel Shuuhei smiling against him. Those errant lips continued their torrid assault and Izuru moaned uncontrollably. He won’t stop, Izuru thought in a near-panic, his heart skipping a beat as he imagined being subjected to this torture all night. He wouldn’t put it past the 9th Division Vice-Captain to do just that. Bastard.
“It’s either now or not for a very long time, Hisagi!” He yelled, and the hands on his hips tightened. Izuru thought he heard Shuuhei snarl; he wasn’t really sure but he couldn’t have cared less as he was flipped onto his back.
Shuuhei worked his way up to Izuru’s body, kissing and biting along the way, until smoldering grey eyes met pleasure-dazed blue ones. “You don’t mean that,” he growled and ground their hips together roughly.
“I might,” was all Izuru could say as the brunet pulled him higher up his thighs and hooked his legs over the crooks of his arms. Then his jaw went slack and he threw his head back as Shuuhei slid into him in one fluid motion, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside Izuru.
“Fuck,” the brunet moaned and tightened his hold on Izuru to ground himself. “Are you-are you all right?” He asked.
Izuru released the breath he had been holding and forced himself to relax. “I’m fine,” he replied and bore down to meet his lover’s next thrust, moaning and arching his back at the heady rush of raw pleasure.
They moved in tandem, losing themselves in a steady, gratifying rhythm. Higher and higher- faster, harder, more-they soared, spiralling carelessly towards pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Heat rolled off them in ardent waves, warming their skin and filling their lungs with each needy breath.
“Shuu, I’m close,” Izuru whimpered, and held on tightly to the brunet. Shuuhei stilled for one agonizing moment and the arm he had under Izuru pulled the blond closer against him as he rolled them over so he was sitting up with Izuru on his lap. He kissed the blond passionately, stealing Izuru’s breath away, before resuming his frantic pace.
Their eyes met in an all-too-brief moment of clarity, almost like a deep breath before the plunge, and then Izuru came, gasping and shuddering in Shuuhei’s arms. His entire body clenched around Shuuhei, wringing a hoarse cry from the brunet’s throat as his own climax slammed into him full-force and he arched his back. Orgasm surged through them in lightning-hot waves, sending warmth and ecstasy down to even the tips of their toes. A shudder ran through Shuuhei’s body, ending in a broken gasp of his lover’s name, and he fell back onto the couch with Izuru still on top of him, both of them listless and spent.
“Well, that’s one way to stay warm on a cold night,” Shuuhei mused out loud after a few minutes. His mind was still blissfully blank but he checked on Izuru as soon as he regained control of his limbs. He may be warm and snug underneath the blond’s motionless form but Izuru’s back was still exposed to the frigid air.
“You okay?” he asked, running his hands over his lover’s back. Izuru was shivering.
“Cold,” Izuru said, peering up endearingly at Shuuhei through his bangs. The brunet smiled and kissed the nearest piece of skin before reaching over and pulling a blanket from the floor. He threw it over the both of them and chuckled when Izuru shifted to curl up beside him, sharing his warmth.
“One day I’m going to take you somewhere warm for the winter and save us the misery,” he said, reaching out and tucking Izuru’s fringe behind his ear.
The blond laughed softly and stretched, hissing when his foot slipped past the safety of the blanket. “Build me that fireplace and you can take me anywhere you want,” he murmured and cuddled up against Shuuhei.
The brunet grinned and wrapped his arms around the younger shinigami.
“It’s a deal.”
END.
Hope you all had fun during the holidays!
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Summary: Our boys on a cold winter night. ♥
Notes/Warnings: For the shuukira Christmas Challenge, using the prompt "Snow". Also written for Theme #36: Melt @ 50scenes.
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. >:)
A/N: I'm going to be honest and say that I have been trying to wring something out of me for weeks. Panic set in the week before Christmas and, of course, that just made things worse; I pretty much gave up. Then on the eve of Dec. 27 a rabid plot bunny barged into my room, had its wicked way with me (you filthy beast rawr), and made me write this at 2 in the morning. And voilà! I present to you eight pages of smut. :D
Special thanks to ceestar for listening to me bemoan the currently dry well that is my creativity and inspiration. Thank you for putting up with me, Bb. ♥
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Cocooned in just about every blanket the house had to offer, Izuru sighed and tried to burrow deeper under the covers even as he perked up at the sound of the door sliding open. There was the soft yellow glow of a lantern, the distinct sound of cantankerous muttering, and then the snow-dusted figure that was Hisagi Shuuhei was trudging into the living room, shaking snow off his boots and overcoat as he went.
Izuru watched in silence as the older shinigami, still muttering petulantly, began tugging his gloves off before dropping them onto the now snow-spattered floor. The boots followed shortly, then the overcoat, until finally the brunet was standing in just his standard shinigami uniform sans the sleeves.
Not a very good idea; Izuru shivered just looking at him.
“A-a-any news on the p-p-power?” Izuru stammered through chattering teeth, and immediately regretted it as his every exhale turned into fine wisps of frost that wafted over his face.
Shuuhei shook his head. “It’s still out, but Akon’s working on it himself. It shouldn’t take him too long to get it back up again.”
Just long enough for us to freeze to death, Izuru thought grumpily. The darkness he could deal with. The cold? No.
“This is why we need a fireplace,” he groused and Shuuhei had the grace to look sheepish. Electrical heating was his idea. Anything that had to do with modern technology was his idea. It drove Izuru up the wall.
“Yeah, well,” the brunet shrugged. “It’s been half a century since the last black-out. Who would’ve thought?” He rubbed at his arms as he made his way to the couch towards Izuru. “Move over,” he nudged the younger shinigami who only groaned and threw the covers over his head.
“You can’t make me,” the blond grumbled as he curled himself into a tight ball under the blankets. He expected Shuuhei to start pulling at the covers anyway and lie beside him, and was surprised when there was no movement from the brunet. Confused, he pushed the blankets away and turned to face his lover, unwittingly putting himself in the perfect position for a deep but gentle kiss.
“I’ll build you a fireplace with my bare hands, I promise,” Shuuhei murmured once he relinquished the blond's lips. “Now, will you move over?”
Izuru chuckled softly and shifted underneath the covers, pulling one end to the side in a silent invitation Shuuhei was only too happy to accept. After a few moments of wriggling around trying to find the right position, Shuuhei settled into the couch behind the blond and wrapped his arms around Izuru’s waist. He put a hand over Izuru’s and hissed.
“You’re freezing,” he complained, taking both of the blond’s hands in his.
“I thought I’d made that clear.” Izuru huffed. “You’re not exactly a burning furnace yourself.” He turned in Shuuhei’s arms and frowned. Sliding his hands up Shuuhei’s arms he started to knead the muscles there, rubbing them gently. “We need to get you warm, Shuu. You were out there too long.”
He moved in closer, moulding his body against the brunet’s, and wrapped his arms around him. Shuuhei sighed appreciatively when the warmth from both his lover and the sheets began to seep into his skin. Entangling his legs with Izuru’s, he moved so that he had his head tucked under the blond’s chin and his cheek against Izuru’s throat, relishing the heat. “Thanks,” he whispered and heard Izuru hum.
“No problem,” the younger shinigami said, and Shuuhei dropped a quick kiss on the hollow of his lover’s throat. Izuru hummed again. Encouraged, Shuuhei nuzzled his lover’s throat, kissing his way down to the blond’s clavicle and back up again until he felt the arms around him tighten.
“Don’t start,” Izuru admonished, squirming where he lay alongside Shuuhei. “It’s too cold.” He pulled away to give the brunet a reproving look but it was a little soft around the edges and did nothing to discourage the older shinigami.
“But you said I needed to get warm,” the brunet grinned as the gears in his brain started to turn.
“I didn’t mean like this.”
“You know heat conduction works best skin to skin,” Shuuhei whispered, nudging Izuru’s chin up with his nose and kissing the side of Izuru’s throat-a weak spot he had found over the years. The blond gasped and tensed against him, but he ignored it and quickly resumed his ministrations as he felt his own body start to react to Izuru’s closeness. Sliding a hand over one of Izuru’s knees, he grabbed the back of his thigh and hooked it over his hip, bringing their pelvises together.
“You’re impossible,” Izuru breathed, but he let his head fall back, giving Shuuuhei more access to his skin even as he protested half-heartedly. Realizing he was on the verge of losing this battle, Izuru swallowed audibly and closed his eyes as a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold ran down the length of his spine.
Shuuhei continued to trail kisses up and down the curve of his neck, feeling Izuru’s pulse and breath quicken as the temperature seemed to suddenly go up a notch or two (which wasn’t much considering the practically sub-zero temperature but still...). With quick and easy movements, Shuuhei rolled them over so he was stretched out on top of the blond’s supine form.
“Shuu...” Izuru’s breath left him in a quiet sigh and the brunet pulled himself up along Izuru’s body to give him a slow and thorough kiss that melted his resistance like snow in the spring.
Shuuhei pulled back from Izuru with a triumphant grin on his face. “Should I stop?” he asked, slipping his hands underneath the blond and sliding them over Izuru’s back, feeling the lean muscles underneath the fabric of the blond’s kimono. He was surprised when the younger shinigami’s grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss.
“If you want to die,” Izuru growled and Shuuhei’s face split into a feral grin as he brought his hands around to slide deft fingers into the blond’s kimono. He laughed when he came across another layer of thick fabric.
“Just how many layers have you got in there, ‘zuru?” He asked, struggling to divest the younger shinigami of the outermost one.
“It was freezing!” The blond grit out in his defence, lifting his hips so the brunet could unwind the obi from around his waist. His face was flushed, and his breathing ragged. Was freezing, he said. Heh. Shuuhei liked that.
“Come here,” Shuuhei growled, and Izuru gasped as the brunet all but tore into his clothing, tugging at the cumbersome layers of fabric until he reached the smooth expanse of the blond’s bare chest. Leaning in, he took a nipple into his mouth, relishing Izuru’s surprised cry.
Hands tugged ineffectually at Shuuhei’s uniform, and the brunet took the hint and started to strip. He kept his mouth on Izuru, worked his way out of his uniform, and attempted to get his lover fully naked all at the same time.
Success, he thought as he threw the last shred of clothing aside and felt Izuru’s heated skin touch his. “I had no idea you owned so many clothes, love,” he teased and Izuru huffed and thrust up against him, making the brunet groan.
“Not funny,” the blond said. He shifted under Shuuhei and spread his legs out to either side of him. Wrapping them firmly around the brunet’s waist and supporting himself on his elbows, he arched his back and started to rock his hips, moaning at the feel of their bodies moving against each other.
With a groan, Shuuhei reached down and grasped Izuru’s hips, supporting him and guiding him in a smooth rhythm pleasing to them both. It wasn’t enough. The blond growled and pulled at Shuuhei with his legs, urging him to a faster pace and the older shinigami complied. Despite the frigid air, sweat started to glisten on their frantically moving bodies, gleaming with borrowed light from the moon.
“Shuuhei,” Izuru whispered, reaching up to clutch at the brunet’s shoulders. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me, ‘zuru.”
“I meant inside me, idiot.” The blond chuckled then cried out as Shuuhei gave a particularly zealous thrust. Then the brunet slowed his movements and leaned in to kiss him tenderly.
“Turn around,” Shuuhei said when they broke apart, and the blond quickly obeyed. He moaned when he felt the delicious friction of the upholstery on his skin then cried out sharply when the covers were suddenly pulled aside, exposing them to the cold. Sex in the winter was always a challenge. He reflexively curled himself into a ball and shivered, relaxing again only when Shuuhei covered him with his own body and coaxed him to lie on his front. Sighing when the sudden cold gave way to warmth, he writhed beneath his lover as Shuuhei dropped kisses along his spine, one on each vertebra, moving lower and lower until-
“Kami-sama,” Izuru moaned, his breath hitching in his throat as he clutched at the sheets, closing his eyes to the whiteness that suddenly dominated his vision. Strong hands held his hips down as Shuuhei insisted on his own less frenzied pace and Izuru indulged his lover, biting his bottom lip to keep from making too much noise. But try as he might, he couldn’t help but pant noisily as that mouth worked him open, and he rocked his hips back, wanting more.
“Shuu, now,” he whined. “I’m ready. Please-” Gods, he could feel Shuuhei smiling against him. Those errant lips continued their torrid assault and Izuru moaned uncontrollably. He won’t stop, Izuru thought in a near-panic, his heart skipping a beat as he imagined being subjected to this torture all night. He wouldn’t put it past the 9th Division Vice-Captain to do just that. Bastard.
“It’s either now or not for a very long time, Hisagi!” He yelled, and the hands on his hips tightened. Izuru thought he heard Shuuhei snarl; he wasn’t really sure but he couldn’t have cared less as he was flipped onto his back.
Shuuhei worked his way up to Izuru’s body, kissing and biting along the way, until smoldering grey eyes met pleasure-dazed blue ones. “You don’t mean that,” he growled and ground their hips together roughly.
“I might,” was all Izuru could say as the brunet pulled him higher up his thighs and hooked his legs over the crooks of his arms. Then his jaw went slack and he threw his head back as Shuuhei slid into him in one fluid motion, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside Izuru.
“Fuck,” the brunet moaned and tightened his hold on Izuru to ground himself. “Are you-are you all right?” He asked.
Izuru released the breath he had been holding and forced himself to relax. “I’m fine,” he replied and bore down to meet his lover’s next thrust, moaning and arching his back at the heady rush of raw pleasure.
They moved in tandem, losing themselves in a steady, gratifying rhythm. Higher and higher- faster, harder, more-they soared, spiralling carelessly towards pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Heat rolled off them in ardent waves, warming their skin and filling their lungs with each needy breath.
“Shuu, I’m close,” Izuru whimpered, and held on tightly to the brunet. Shuuhei stilled for one agonizing moment and the arm he had under Izuru pulled the blond closer against him as he rolled them over so he was sitting up with Izuru on his lap. He kissed the blond passionately, stealing Izuru’s breath away, before resuming his frantic pace.
Their eyes met in an all-too-brief moment of clarity, almost like a deep breath before the plunge, and then Izuru came, gasping and shuddering in Shuuhei’s arms. His entire body clenched around Shuuhei, wringing a hoarse cry from the brunet’s throat as his own climax slammed into him full-force and he arched his back. Orgasm surged through them in lightning-hot waves, sending warmth and ecstasy down to even the tips of their toes. A shudder ran through Shuuhei’s body, ending in a broken gasp of his lover’s name, and he fell back onto the couch with Izuru still on top of him, both of them listless and spent.
“Well, that’s one way to stay warm on a cold night,” Shuuhei mused out loud after a few minutes. His mind was still blissfully blank but he checked on Izuru as soon as he regained control of his limbs. He may be warm and snug underneath the blond’s motionless form but Izuru’s back was still exposed to the frigid air.
“You okay?” he asked, running his hands over his lover’s back. Izuru was shivering.
“Cold,” Izuru said, peering up endearingly at Shuuhei through his bangs. The brunet smiled and kissed the nearest piece of skin before reaching over and pulling a blanket from the floor. He threw it over the both of them and chuckled when Izuru shifted to curl up beside him, sharing his warmth.
“One day I’m going to take you somewhere warm for the winter and save us the misery,” he said, reaching out and tucking Izuru’s fringe behind his ear.
The blond laughed softly and stretched, hissing when his foot slipped past the safety of the blanket. “Build me that fireplace and you can take me anywhere you want,” he murmured and cuddled up against Shuuhei.
The brunet grinned and wrapped his arms around the younger shinigami.
“It’s a deal.”
END.
Hope you all had fun during the holidays!
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