voyeurism / objectification
Title: Object d'Art
Pairing: Shunsui/Ukitake... Nanao can come too.
Length: Ficlet
Rating: NC-17 ('bout time I wrote one, right?)
Warnings: Bondage, objectification, voyeurism, hot yaoi action, implied threesome
Requested by: Those of you that wanted moar Shunsui + shibari. This is your fault.
"Truly astounding work, Shunsui." Ukitake leaned back against one of the many pillows scattered about the floor, his eyes casually tracing the shapes within the bamboo frame.
"I thought you'd enjoy it." Finishing one last adjustment on his masterpiece, Shunsui sat back down beside his friend with a satisfied smile. "One of my best, I think."
"Clearly. Your use of line is quite compelling. The way it guides your eye through the piece..."
"Ah, but it's the curves within those lines that make this one so special." The artist's smile grew wider as he turned to lean in towards Jyuushirou. Pushing aside his long, pale hair, Shunsui brushed his lips against the crook of the other's neck. He breathed in slowly, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room, as he drank in his lover's scent.
A faint hint of pink seeped into Ukitake's cheeks as he allowed his eyes to close. He found it so deliciously easy to sink into Shunsui's persuasions - like letting himself float along at the whim of a slow river current. His artist's hands moved with practiced precision as they helped remove the thirteenth captain out of his uniform. Shunsui's own clothing followed soon after, until the pair lay beneath a familiar cheap, pink kimono.
Shunsui mouthed his way down Jyuushirou's body, tasting his skin with small, soft licks of his tongue. Beneath him, the paler man gave a shuddering sigh, lifting one long-fingered hand to tangle in Shunsui's hair. The sighing turned to a sharp gasp as Shunsui's lips found the other's cock. He teased it slowly, taking the tip in his mouth to suck for a few moments before lapping down the side. He took his time, not-so-secretly loving the fact that he could manage to frustrate the ever-calm Ukitake. It took some time, much longer than most would be able to stand, but finally a cracking voice spoke up.
"Sh-shunsui, you're being such a tease..."
Sitting up, the kimono slipped off the eighth captain's back like water running off a polished rock. With that same, playful smile, Shunsui cocked an eyebrow down at the flushed and flustered Ukitake. "Now now, it wouldn't do for me to spare you when I haven't exactly given others the same courtesy."
Ukitake turned his head to the side, looking back through the dim lantern-lit room towards the frame they'd been examining earlier. The ropes, stretched out like some sort of minimalist spider web between the bamboo, creaked with the subtle shifting of the body they held captive. From behind her glasses, the only thing she currently wore, Nanao blushed and closed her eyes to avoid eye contact with either captain.
Only after she heard Captain Ukitake groan as her captain's oil-slicked cock entered him did Nanao open her eyes again. Breathlessly, she watched the two as they made love, the sight making her current predicament almost unbearable. She wouldn't complain, though. She wouldn't utter a single sound. Tonight, she was an object. A silent observer and a stunning work of art.
Yet she couldn't help but hope that later the two would further express their art appreciation.
Pairing: Shunsui/Ukitake... Nanao can come too.
Length: Ficlet
Rating: NC-17 ('bout time I wrote one, right?)
Warnings: Bondage, objectification, voyeurism, hot yaoi action, implied threesome
Requested by: Those of you that wanted moar Shunsui + shibari. This is your fault.
"Truly astounding work, Shunsui." Ukitake leaned back against one of the many pillows scattered about the floor, his eyes casually tracing the shapes within the bamboo frame.
"I thought you'd enjoy it." Finishing one last adjustment on his masterpiece, Shunsui sat back down beside his friend with a satisfied smile. "One of my best, I think."
"Clearly. Your use of line is quite compelling. The way it guides your eye through the piece..."
"Ah, but it's the curves within those lines that make this one so special." The artist's smile grew wider as he turned to lean in towards Jyuushirou. Pushing aside his long, pale hair, Shunsui brushed his lips against the crook of the other's neck. He breathed in slowly, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room, as he drank in his lover's scent.
A faint hint of pink seeped into Ukitake's cheeks as he allowed his eyes to close. He found it so deliciously easy to sink into Shunsui's persuasions - like letting himself float along at the whim of a slow river current. His artist's hands moved with practiced precision as they helped remove the thirteenth captain out of his uniform. Shunsui's own clothing followed soon after, until the pair lay beneath a familiar cheap, pink kimono.
Shunsui mouthed his way down Jyuushirou's body, tasting his skin with small, soft licks of his tongue. Beneath him, the paler man gave a shuddering sigh, lifting one long-fingered hand to tangle in Shunsui's hair. The sighing turned to a sharp gasp as Shunsui's lips found the other's cock. He teased it slowly, taking the tip in his mouth to suck for a few moments before lapping down the side. He took his time, not-so-secretly loving the fact that he could manage to frustrate the ever-calm Ukitake. It took some time, much longer than most would be able to stand, but finally a cracking voice spoke up.
"Sh-shunsui, you're being such a tease..."
Sitting up, the kimono slipped off the eighth captain's back like water running off a polished rock. With that same, playful smile, Shunsui cocked an eyebrow down at the flushed and flustered Ukitake. "Now now, it wouldn't do for me to spare you when I haven't exactly given others the same courtesy."
Ukitake turned his head to the side, looking back through the dim lantern-lit room towards the frame they'd been examining earlier. The ropes, stretched out like some sort of minimalist spider web between the bamboo, creaked with the subtle shifting of the body they held captive. From behind her glasses, the only thing she currently wore, Nanao blushed and closed her eyes to avoid eye contact with either captain.
Only after she heard Captain Ukitake groan as her captain's oil-slicked cock entered him did Nanao open her eyes again. Breathlessly, she watched the two as they made love, the sight making her current predicament almost unbearable. She wouldn't complain, though. She wouldn't utter a single sound. Tonight, she was an object. A silent observer and a stunning work of art.
Yet she couldn't help but hope that later the two would further express their art appreciation.