GinKira Fic: Double the Pleasure, Triple the Pain
Title: Double the Pleasure, Triple the Pain
Author: anthanonymous (Bet ya can’t guess…XD)
Theme: Everyday Objects - Shinigami Obi (the sash that secures a shinigami's hakama)
Pairing: GinKira
Rating: NC-17 ‘cause it’s pron.
Notes: An entry for bleach_bdsm’s current contest and an answer to the prompt “GinKira, sensory deprivation” posted in distilled’s Bleach Kink Meme. My first time. Be gentle? Or not. Rawr.
Disclaimer: Bleach ain’t mine. Boo Hoo.
Had the Office of 46 been alive, they would have been scandalized by the tableau taking place right in the middle of their chamber. But as it is, the dead could not see and it was Ichimaru’s crimson red eyes alone that feasted on the sight of his bound and naked Vice-Captain all stretched out on the floor before him.
With a smile that would have made even Yamamoto-soutaichou nervous he leaned in to lick a wet trail up Kira’s chest and along his collar bone and up his neck. The blond moaned into the gag tied over his mouth and twisted his hands in his Captain’s iron grip, against the bonds tying his wrists together, the Vice-Captain’s own white obi. Gin continued the assault on Kira’s senses, nipping and suckling at soft skin behind his earlobe and going higher still until the smooth cloth of the blindfold tickled the tip of his nose.
“Ne, Izuru…” Gin said softly to the blond’s ear, sounding for all the world as though he were about to talk about the weather and not about to drive his Vice-Captain mad with lust. “Why is it that ya like bein’ blindfolded so much?” he asked.
Kira froze in his grasp and Gin drew back to look at his face. The white cloth, shreds of the Obi that tied Kira's wrist together, over his mouth and eyes revealed nothing of the blond’s expression but Gin found that oddly thrilling. He cocked his head to the side, smiling that smile of his even though he knew the other couldn’t see it through the cloth wrapped tightly around his head. “I’ve been wonderin’, ya see…” He removed one of his hands from where they held Kira’s wrists above his head and let it slide along Kira’s body, slipping it under his back and into his ass. Kira jerked at the touch and then arched his back, moaning as Gin teased the skin around his entrance.
“Is it ‘cause you don’t like what ya see?” He asked, easing a dry digit into his Vice-Captain and relishing the small whimper Kira made. He pushed his finger in deeper and dragged his arousal slowly over Kira’s, spurring more sounds of pleasure to escape Kira’s throat. “Is it?” He prodded, teasing Kira mercilessly until he had his Vice-Captain sobbing into the gag and shaking his head from side to side.
“No?” Gin asked playfully, slipping another finger into Kira’s body. He rubbed himself against Kira languidly now, stimulating the blond inside and out. “Ya don’t pretend I’m someone else, do ya?” He leered. “Hisagi-kun, maybe? Or Abarai-kun?” He smirked when he felt the slightest tensing of Kira’s body at the mention of those names. “Do ya imagine it’s them fuckin’ ya and not me?” Kira’s hips jerked and he let out a muffled cry when Gin’s fingers sank in deeper within him.
“Answer me, fukutaichou.”
Kira shook his head helplessly and was rewarded with the abrupt removal of the cloth over his mouth. He had a moment to take in much needed oxygen before Gin delved into his mouth with his tongue. “Taichou!” He gasped when Gin relinquished his lips. “P-please…” He lifted his hips up to his Captain, eager to feel him inside him. “Now…please…”
Gin felt his willpower waver at the wanton sight of the blond being overcome by desire but he didn’t give in. He wasn’t through playing yet. “Ya wanna know what I think, Izuru?” He asked, withdrawing his fingers from Kira’s body and wrapping them around the blond’s arousal, stroking languorously. Kira whimpered and writhed in Gin’s grip.
“I think ya like this…” He said as he leaned in closer to Kira’s heaving chest, pausing to run his tongue over Kira’s nipple. “Ya like this ‘cause it’s double the pleasure…” He spoke right over the hard nub, his breath and the movement of his lips making the blond squirm. “It’s double the pleasure…but triple the pain.” Kira cried out when Gin bit down on him, his voice echoing throughout the large chamber.
“And ya can’t even see it coming.” Gin finished, laving his tongue over the areola once more before sitting up and pulling Kira’s hips higher up his thighs. Kira whimpered and squirmed impatiently as Gin seated himself against his entrance.
Then the blindfold was removed and Kira blinked furiously at the sudden light. His Captain’s face loomed over him and he started squirming again under the heat of that red stare.
And it was then that Gin knew he had no cause for doubt because Kira liked what he saw. And what he saw was Gin. Only Gin.
“Izuru…” Gin whispered and the blond ceased all movement. “Scream for me, won’t ya?”
Kira swallowed hard and then whimpered as he was slowly penetrated. “H-hai, Taichou.”
Gin smiled.
“Good boy.”
OWARI.
x-posted: bleach_bdsm, bleach_yaoi and ginkira.
Author: anthanonymous (Bet ya can’t guess…XD)
Theme: Everyday Objects - Shinigami Obi (the sash that secures a shinigami's hakama)
Pairing: GinKira
Rating: NC-17 ‘cause it’s pron.
Notes: An entry for bleach_bdsm’s current contest and an answer to the prompt “GinKira, sensory deprivation” posted in distilled’s Bleach Kink Meme. My first time. Be gentle? Or not. Rawr.
Disclaimer: Bleach ain’t mine. Boo Hoo.
Had the Office of 46 been alive, they would have been scandalized by the tableau taking place right in the middle of their chamber. But as it is, the dead could not see and it was Ichimaru’s crimson red eyes alone that feasted on the sight of his bound and naked Vice-Captain all stretched out on the floor before him.
With a smile that would have made even Yamamoto-soutaichou nervous he leaned in to lick a wet trail up Kira’s chest and along his collar bone and up his neck. The blond moaned into the gag tied over his mouth and twisted his hands in his Captain’s iron grip, against the bonds tying his wrists together, the Vice-Captain’s own white obi. Gin continued the assault on Kira’s senses, nipping and suckling at soft skin behind his earlobe and going higher still until the smooth cloth of the blindfold tickled the tip of his nose.
“Ne, Izuru…” Gin said softly to the blond’s ear, sounding for all the world as though he were about to talk about the weather and not about to drive his Vice-Captain mad with lust. “Why is it that ya like bein’ blindfolded so much?” he asked.
Kira froze in his grasp and Gin drew back to look at his face. The white cloth, shreds of the Obi that tied Kira's wrist together, over his mouth and eyes revealed nothing of the blond’s expression but Gin found that oddly thrilling. He cocked his head to the side, smiling that smile of his even though he knew the other couldn’t see it through the cloth wrapped tightly around his head. “I’ve been wonderin’, ya see…” He removed one of his hands from where they held Kira’s wrists above his head and let it slide along Kira’s body, slipping it under his back and into his ass. Kira jerked at the touch and then arched his back, moaning as Gin teased the skin around his entrance.
“Is it ‘cause you don’t like what ya see?” He asked, easing a dry digit into his Vice-Captain and relishing the small whimper Kira made. He pushed his finger in deeper and dragged his arousal slowly over Kira’s, spurring more sounds of pleasure to escape Kira’s throat. “Is it?” He prodded, teasing Kira mercilessly until he had his Vice-Captain sobbing into the gag and shaking his head from side to side.
“No?” Gin asked playfully, slipping another finger into Kira’s body. He rubbed himself against Kira languidly now, stimulating the blond inside and out. “Ya don’t pretend I’m someone else, do ya?” He leered. “Hisagi-kun, maybe? Or Abarai-kun?” He smirked when he felt the slightest tensing of Kira’s body at the mention of those names. “Do ya imagine it’s them fuckin’ ya and not me?” Kira’s hips jerked and he let out a muffled cry when Gin’s fingers sank in deeper within him.
“Answer me, fukutaichou.”
Kira shook his head helplessly and was rewarded with the abrupt removal of the cloth over his mouth. He had a moment to take in much needed oxygen before Gin delved into his mouth with his tongue. “Taichou!” He gasped when Gin relinquished his lips. “P-please…” He lifted his hips up to his Captain, eager to feel him inside him. “Now…please…”
Gin felt his willpower waver at the wanton sight of the blond being overcome by desire but he didn’t give in. He wasn’t through playing yet. “Ya wanna know what I think, Izuru?” He asked, withdrawing his fingers from Kira’s body and wrapping them around the blond’s arousal, stroking languorously. Kira whimpered and writhed in Gin’s grip.
“I think ya like this…” He said as he leaned in closer to Kira’s heaving chest, pausing to run his tongue over Kira’s nipple. “Ya like this ‘cause it’s double the pleasure…” He spoke right over the hard nub, his breath and the movement of his lips making the blond squirm. “It’s double the pleasure…but triple the pain.” Kira cried out when Gin bit down on him, his voice echoing throughout the large chamber.
“And ya can’t even see it coming.” Gin finished, laving his tongue over the areola once more before sitting up and pulling Kira’s hips higher up his thighs. Kira whimpered and squirmed impatiently as Gin seated himself against his entrance.
Then the blindfold was removed and Kira blinked furiously at the sudden light. His Captain’s face loomed over him and he started squirming again under the heat of that red stare.
And it was then that Gin knew he had no cause for doubt because Kira liked what he saw. And what he saw was Gin. Only Gin.
“Izuru…” Gin whispered and the blond ceased all movement. “Scream for me, won’t ya?”
Kira swallowed hard and then whimpered as he was slowly penetrated. “H-hai, Taichou.”
Gin smiled.
“Good boy.”
OWARI.
x-posted: bleach_bdsm, bleach_yaoi and ginkira.