Hide But Definitely Don't Seek [NC-17; Isshin/Ryuuken]
Title: Hide But Definitely Don't Seek
Author: worblehat
Genre: Bleach
Pairing: Isshin/Ryuuken
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for awdt. Prompt was "find me." Mostly smut. So.
Word Count: 1,507
"What are you doing here."
It was a question spoken without inflection - almost not a question at all.
Isshin was used to it. "Thought you'd want to go out for coffee," he said, scratching at his chin and yawning.
Ryuuken's fingers traced the edge of his desk. "I'm not sure what would give you that idea," he responded, "but I assure you, I'm definitely not interested."
Not one to be deterred, Isshin smirked, walking closer so that the distance between them minimised. He rested one hand on Ryuuken's shoulder, chuckling when it was slapped away.
"Got a date with someone else?" he asked playfully.
"A...what." Ryuuken turned, facing Isshin. "Where do you even begin to get these ideas."
"Are you genuinely interested?" asked Isshin.
"Not at all," answered Ryuuken.
"Well then I'm not telling you," said Isshin, moving just a little closer. Ryuuken stared at him, his eyes cold, his stance colder. He didn't blink as Isshin's hand, warm and sturdy, tugged on his belt, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
"You never tell me anything anyway," Ryuuken muttered, taking in Isshin's clothing. He was wearing a suit - something Ryuuken rarely saw him in. The last time he'd seen him at a suit had been at a funeral which he'd felt quietly awkward about attending. Truth be told, he preferred Isshin most in his shinigami robes, though like this was okay too. "You're over-dressed for coffee," was all he said aloud.
"Didn't think you'd notice," said Isshin, his cheek rubbing close against Ryuuken's, lips pressing softly against Ryuuken's neck. "Bet I look good, huh?"
"You think more highly of yourself than you should," murmured Ryuuken, inclining his head backward as Isshin fiddled with the buttons to his shirt, yanking it open somewhat hurriedly to expose the soft, tanned chest beneath; marking it with his teeth and lips as Ryuuken stood still, only his hands moving to undo the top button of Isshin's trousers.
"Guess it'd be a bit weird to do this over coffee," said Isshin, words hot and strange against Ryuuken's neck.
"Stop talking," hissed Ryuuken, slipping his hand beneath the soft fabric of Isshin's trousers, wrapping long fingers around Isshin's cock, stroking in a pace that he knew would piss the other off.
Sure enough, it only took a few seconds before Isshin muttered "you could move a little faster, you know," only to swear a minute after that. He looked Ryuuken in the eye, his glare turning into an amused glance. "Fine. Have it your way."
Ryuuken's eyes widened in unhidden surprise as Isshin dropped easily to the floor; for one horrible second, he almost thought Isshin was going to propose, which was a ridiculous thought, he knew. He was slightly less surprised when Isshin's hands roughly removed Ryuuken's length, watching Ryuuken's face as he slid it inside his mouth.
It was Ryuuken's turn to swear as Isshin's eyes closed, his mouth wet and clumsy but altogether right as it sucked and licked at Ryuuken's cock. Ryuuken struggled to say something but couldn't work past restrained moans, gripping tightly to the desk behind him. Isshin had done this twice before, but that had been a long while now and Ryuuken could barely register how good it must have felt - he was far too busy thrusting into Isshin's mouth, picturing in the back of his mind how Isshin's knees must be reddening against the thin carpet beneath. Still, Isshin said nothing, mouth widening, allowing Ryuuken to slip inside further.
He held Isshin's head between his hands as he came, forcing himself not to pushing in all the wall, thrusting shallowly and watching. His body pulsed as he came, cock spraying in warm shots down Isshin's throat. The rhythm between their bodies slowed but didn't stop as Isshin swallowed, tongue sliding across the the tip of Ryuuken's length.
Ryuuken let go and Isshin stood, smirking. He didn't stop, not even when Ryuuken reached out to wipe at the corner of his mouth, waiting as Isshin licked at it, feeling that same sharp heat pool in his stomach once more.
"You're quiet when it counts," he admitted.
"Thanks, Ryuu-kun," said Isshin. "Nicest thing you've said to me yet."
"That's not my name," Ryuuken said, voice annoyed. He placed his palm, cold at the fingers but warm in the center, at Isshin's stomach. Isshin stilled, looking down at him; his smile faltered when Ryuuken's hand slipped around his cock, faster this time. His eyes closed as his head rested against Ryuuken's, breathing hard against Ryuuken's lips.
"Feels good," was all he said.
Ryuuken privately agreed; he liked the way Isshin felt in his hand, the roughness of his body, the way his hands slid up Ryuuken's chest, kneading the skin as he silently begged for more.
"I know something that feels even better," whispered Ryuuken, pushing the few piles of paper on his desk back, allowing Isshin to lean him down on top of it before crawling up beside him. Both tugged lower on their trousers, Ryuuken's cock pushing upward to slide against Isshin's, hard and thick and fast. Isshin's hand closed around them as Ryuuken thrust against his fingers, the tip of his cock already wet as his body warmed steadily closer to orgasm.
His fingers dug into Isshin's shoulders as he came, spilling across strong knuckles; against Isshin's stomach and cock, lubricating Isshin's own thrusts, causing him to swear "fuck, Ryuuken" before his own come was spilling onto Ryuuken's skin. Neither spoke as come slid over each other's bodies, dripping in thin streams until Isshin settled on top of Ryuuken, chuckling faintly.
"Hell, Ryuuken - that's even better than last time," he said.
Ryuuken kept silent for a while, calming his body; cursing himself for the flutter in his stomach, the one that seemed too much like that description of girls in love. "Do you plan to get off me any time soon."
Isshin's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Well -"
Before he could finish, Ryuuken interrupted. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Shame," said Isshin. He leaned down to kiss Ryuuken, tongue slipping out for a few shy seconds before withdrawing. Sitting up, he began to do up his clothing, allowing enough space for Ryuuken to do the same. "So..." he said, avoiding Ryuuken's eyes.
"Is this where you tell me the real reason for your visit tonight?" asked Ryuuken, doing up his trousers, leaving his shirt as it was: half-open with two buttons now missing.
"Was worried."
Ryuuken looked at his hands. "About what exactly."
"You."
"There's nothing to worry about," said Ryuuken, standing up and rifling through his desk drawers for spare tissues. He stopped when a warm hand clamped over his arm, gently yet firmly.
"You look different," said Isshin. He began speaking before Ryuuken could protest; " - listen, Ryuuken. I know you don't think I pay attention and maybe I don't. But you look...I don't know...sort of dead."
"Is this supposed to be a touching moment?" Ryuuken snapped. "If so, you're failing miserably."
"Hah, see - that's more like you," said Isshin.
Ryuuken felt a smile beginning to form on his lips and forced it down as hard as he could. "You're the only idiot alive who would find my insults a compliment."
Isshin's fingers on his cheek were unexpected. "That's 'cause I'm the only one who knows how to read you," he said.
"Is that so."
"'Course it is," said Isshin, as if it were a matter-of-fact rather than a claim based in delusion.
"I'm not like you," said Ryuuken as one of Isshin's arms wrapped around him, fingers warm at his waist. "It's difficult to send my son off to...who knows where. To die, possibly."
Isshin's kisses at his neck began to dull the fear that had risen in the past few days; it was true he didn't have a good relationship with Uryuu, but still, they were related. Uryuu was still his son.
"I suppose...I'd rather he didn't die," Ryuuken muttered.
"It's natural to worry. Part of being a parent."
"It's weak."
"With an attitude like that, it's surprising you even get up in the morning," said Isshin, his tone calming, even if the actual content made Ryuuken bristle.
"I assume you'd prefer it if I stay in bed all day," he said, unamused.
"If it's my bed?" asked Isshin. "Sure."
Ryuuken fell silent. He bowed his head.
"Okay," he said, ignoring the grin he felt just over his right shoulder. "But only for a few days."
"We can have a sleepover party," said Isshin more excitedly than Ryuuken had expected.
"Just...shut up. And if you don't stop grinning," he added, " you can forget sharing a bed."
Isshin hurried Ryuuken through the door, locking it behind them. "As if you could resist my charms."
Ryuuken's brow creased as he allowed himself to be pulled along. "You make me want to hit things," he said, Isshin's palm warm against his as their fingers locked together beneath the late moonlight.
Author: worblehat
Genre: Bleach
Pairing: Isshin/Ryuuken
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for awdt. Prompt was "find me." Mostly smut. So.
Word Count: 1,507
"What are you doing here."
It was a question spoken without inflection - almost not a question at all.
Isshin was used to it. "Thought you'd want to go out for coffee," he said, scratching at his chin and yawning.
Ryuuken's fingers traced the edge of his desk. "I'm not sure what would give you that idea," he responded, "but I assure you, I'm definitely not interested."
Not one to be deterred, Isshin smirked, walking closer so that the distance between them minimised. He rested one hand on Ryuuken's shoulder, chuckling when it was slapped away.
"Got a date with someone else?" he asked playfully.
"A...what." Ryuuken turned, facing Isshin. "Where do you even begin to get these ideas."
"Are you genuinely interested?" asked Isshin.
"Not at all," answered Ryuuken.
"Well then I'm not telling you," said Isshin, moving just a little closer. Ryuuken stared at him, his eyes cold, his stance colder. He didn't blink as Isshin's hand, warm and sturdy, tugged on his belt, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
"You never tell me anything anyway," Ryuuken muttered, taking in Isshin's clothing. He was wearing a suit - something Ryuuken rarely saw him in. The last time he'd seen him at a suit had been at a funeral which he'd felt quietly awkward about attending. Truth be told, he preferred Isshin most in his shinigami robes, though like this was okay too. "You're over-dressed for coffee," was all he said aloud.
"Didn't think you'd notice," said Isshin, his cheek rubbing close against Ryuuken's, lips pressing softly against Ryuuken's neck. "Bet I look good, huh?"
"You think more highly of yourself than you should," murmured Ryuuken, inclining his head backward as Isshin fiddled with the buttons to his shirt, yanking it open somewhat hurriedly to expose the soft, tanned chest beneath; marking it with his teeth and lips as Ryuuken stood still, only his hands moving to undo the top button of Isshin's trousers.
"Guess it'd be a bit weird to do this over coffee," said Isshin, words hot and strange against Ryuuken's neck.
"Stop talking," hissed Ryuuken, slipping his hand beneath the soft fabric of Isshin's trousers, wrapping long fingers around Isshin's cock, stroking in a pace that he knew would piss the other off.
Sure enough, it only took a few seconds before Isshin muttered "you could move a little faster, you know," only to swear a minute after that. He looked Ryuuken in the eye, his glare turning into an amused glance. "Fine. Have it your way."
Ryuuken's eyes widened in unhidden surprise as Isshin dropped easily to the floor; for one horrible second, he almost thought Isshin was going to propose, which was a ridiculous thought, he knew. He was slightly less surprised when Isshin's hands roughly removed Ryuuken's length, watching Ryuuken's face as he slid it inside his mouth.
It was Ryuuken's turn to swear as Isshin's eyes closed, his mouth wet and clumsy but altogether right as it sucked and licked at Ryuuken's cock. Ryuuken struggled to say something but couldn't work past restrained moans, gripping tightly to the desk behind him. Isshin had done this twice before, but that had been a long while now and Ryuuken could barely register how good it must have felt - he was far too busy thrusting into Isshin's mouth, picturing in the back of his mind how Isshin's knees must be reddening against the thin carpet beneath. Still, Isshin said nothing, mouth widening, allowing Ryuuken to slip inside further.
He held Isshin's head between his hands as he came, forcing himself not to pushing in all the wall, thrusting shallowly and watching. His body pulsed as he came, cock spraying in warm shots down Isshin's throat. The rhythm between their bodies slowed but didn't stop as Isshin swallowed, tongue sliding across the the tip of Ryuuken's length.
Ryuuken let go and Isshin stood, smirking. He didn't stop, not even when Ryuuken reached out to wipe at the corner of his mouth, waiting as Isshin licked at it, feeling that same sharp heat pool in his stomach once more.
"You're quiet when it counts," he admitted.
"Thanks, Ryuu-kun," said Isshin. "Nicest thing you've said to me yet."
"That's not my name," Ryuuken said, voice annoyed. He placed his palm, cold at the fingers but warm in the center, at Isshin's stomach. Isshin stilled, looking down at him; his smile faltered when Ryuuken's hand slipped around his cock, faster this time. His eyes closed as his head rested against Ryuuken's, breathing hard against Ryuuken's lips.
"Feels good," was all he said.
Ryuuken privately agreed; he liked the way Isshin felt in his hand, the roughness of his body, the way his hands slid up Ryuuken's chest, kneading the skin as he silently begged for more.
"I know something that feels even better," whispered Ryuuken, pushing the few piles of paper on his desk back, allowing Isshin to lean him down on top of it before crawling up beside him. Both tugged lower on their trousers, Ryuuken's cock pushing upward to slide against Isshin's, hard and thick and fast. Isshin's hand closed around them as Ryuuken thrust against his fingers, the tip of his cock already wet as his body warmed steadily closer to orgasm.
His fingers dug into Isshin's shoulders as he came, spilling across strong knuckles; against Isshin's stomach and cock, lubricating Isshin's own thrusts, causing him to swear "fuck, Ryuuken" before his own come was spilling onto Ryuuken's skin. Neither spoke as come slid over each other's bodies, dripping in thin streams until Isshin settled on top of Ryuuken, chuckling faintly.
"Hell, Ryuuken - that's even better than last time," he said.
Ryuuken kept silent for a while, calming his body; cursing himself for the flutter in his stomach, the one that seemed too much like that description of girls in love. "Do you plan to get off me any time soon."
Isshin's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Well -"
Before he could finish, Ryuuken interrupted. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Shame," said Isshin. He leaned down to kiss Ryuuken, tongue slipping out for a few shy seconds before withdrawing. Sitting up, he began to do up his clothing, allowing enough space for Ryuuken to do the same. "So..." he said, avoiding Ryuuken's eyes.
"Is this where you tell me the real reason for your visit tonight?" asked Ryuuken, doing up his trousers, leaving his shirt as it was: half-open with two buttons now missing.
"Was worried."
Ryuuken looked at his hands. "About what exactly."
"You."
"There's nothing to worry about," said Ryuuken, standing up and rifling through his desk drawers for spare tissues. He stopped when a warm hand clamped over his arm, gently yet firmly.
"You look different," said Isshin. He began speaking before Ryuuken could protest; " - listen, Ryuuken. I know you don't think I pay attention and maybe I don't. But you look...I don't know...sort of dead."
"Is this supposed to be a touching moment?" Ryuuken snapped. "If so, you're failing miserably."
"Hah, see - that's more like you," said Isshin.
Ryuuken felt a smile beginning to form on his lips and forced it down as hard as he could. "You're the only idiot alive who would find my insults a compliment."
Isshin's fingers on his cheek were unexpected. "That's 'cause I'm the only one who knows how to read you," he said.
"Is that so."
"'Course it is," said Isshin, as if it were a matter-of-fact rather than a claim based in delusion.
"I'm not like you," said Ryuuken as one of Isshin's arms wrapped around him, fingers warm at his waist. "It's difficult to send my son off to...who knows where. To die, possibly."
Isshin's kisses at his neck began to dull the fear that had risen in the past few days; it was true he didn't have a good relationship with Uryuu, but still, they were related. Uryuu was still his son.
"I suppose...I'd rather he didn't die," Ryuuken muttered.
"It's natural to worry. Part of being a parent."
"It's weak."
"With an attitude like that, it's surprising you even get up in the morning," said Isshin, his tone calming, even if the actual content made Ryuuken bristle.
"I assume you'd prefer it if I stay in bed all day," he said, unamused.
"If it's my bed?" asked Isshin. "Sure."
Ryuuken fell silent. He bowed his head.
"Okay," he said, ignoring the grin he felt just over his right shoulder. "But only for a few days."
"We can have a sleepover party," said Isshin more excitedly than Ryuuken had expected.
"Just...shut up. And if you don't stop grinning," he added, " you can forget sharing a bed."
Isshin hurried Ryuuken through the door, locking it behind them. "As if you could resist my charms."
Ryuuken's brow creased as he allowed himself to be pulled along. "You make me want to hit things," he said, Isshin's palm warm against his as their fingers locked together beneath the late moonlight.