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WARNING: NSFW, YAOI
Title: Stretch
Pairing(s): Shiba Kaien x Ukitake Jyuushirou
Warnings: Mansecks, fetish-y stuff (fisting, biting, denial-play), general Shibaness
Summary: Ukitake has desires that only a gentle soul like Kaien can fulfill.
Word Count: 2702
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters. No money is being made from the distribution of these stories.
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When Ukitake had once praised Kaien's kidou skills, he never thought that one day, he would be on the receiving end of a Way of Binding #47.
His arms were pinned behind his back, bound with a dark, flowing energy he could feel against his skin. It was as fluid as water but also as solid as steel, gripping the pale skin like manacles and keeping his forearms together in a slightly painful position. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the man standing behind him, warm brown eyes alight with excitement but his eyebrows knitted together in frustration. It was hard for him to see Kaien's face but on his knees atop the cushioning blankets of his bedroll, Ukitake was physically as comfortable as he could possibly be, considering the situation.
The teal-eyed fukutaichou grinned in the meek candlelight, his clothes off-save for his fundoshi-- and folded neatly on the low bench Ukitake regularly sat upon beneath the broad window. In his right hand, he held a short length of cloth in a brilliant shade of red, not unlike the blood his captain shed so often.
“Face the wall, Taichou. I'll tell ya when ya can move.”
The words came as an order and Ukitake felt the skin on his arms and legs raise in obvious patches of goosebumps. He turned his head back to the opposite wall, staring a hole through the pale surface, his eyes falling closed as Kaien stepped up behind him and tugged the red cloth around his face, securing it in the elder man's mouth. He tied it tightly around Ukitake's hair, then scooped up the white strands and draped them back over the knot, effectively hiding the offending material.
The warm fingers lingered on the captain's shoulders and Kaien brushed his knuckles across the soft skin at the nape of Ukitake's neck, forcing a shiver to come from the fragile body. The brilliant Shiba grinned more broadly, dropping a hand to his groin so that he could press his palm to the erection there, pushing himself against the welcome pressure.
He groaned and Ukitake gasped behind the gag, causing Kaien to chuckle out loud, his voice muffled within the elder man's bedroom by the kidou he had cast before beginning their little session. A spell capable of soundproofing-used by the Shiba to prevent accidents and loud noises from escaping during their fun with fireworks-the kidou was effective enough that Ukitake's gasps and Kaien's voice would go unheard by the remainder of the household.
“Gotta be careful, Taichou,” he cooed, still close enough to the other man that Ukitake could feel the lingering heat against his bare back. “Don't need anyone hearin' ya.”
It was thrilling to the old soul, to be dominated in such a way. Kyouraku treated him as if he were a rare treasure, made of glass and easy to break. Kaien did the same, but his hands were far more delicate with him when he was attempting to control his beloved Taichou. The way he curled one large palm around Ukitake's jaw, the fingers digging into the pale skin and dainty bone structure, turning Ukitake's head so he could look him in the eye.
How he scrutinized the aging captain with his piercing gaze; his eyes half lidded and his mouth open in a feral perversion of a smile. His teeth glinted in the candlelight and Ukitake shivered again, his eyes fluttering closed and then opening abruptly as Kaien let go of his jaw. The usually friendly brown eyes frowned as his mouth could not, curious as to why he was let go and also afraid of the same reason.
Kaien had stepped back around to where Ukitake could not see him clearly and had knelt on the soft bedding, scooting himself up just enough to lay a hand on Ukitake's hip and the other on his back, both working in unison as he pushed the elder man over onto the pillows. He was gently cushioned against his head and chest, while his backside lay in the air, displayed in all its nude glory.
Ukitake could feel the heat rising to his face as he realized how wanton and terrible he must have looked; his ass displayed as if on a shelf in a store, the soft skin of his testicles clinging to his body to conserve heat, while his manhood hung half-erect, bobbing with each thump of his heartbeat. Kaien rested both hands on the old man's ass, firmly kneading the creamy flesh, pressing light kisses to it every few seconds. He worshiped the elder shinigami on a personal level in their daily life, yes, but when it came to private time after-hours, it was an entirely different style of worship.
Like a man who desired things that were out of his reach or a thirsty man who wished for water, Kaien supped at Ukitake's beauty; his delicate nature, the gentle sounds he let slip past his lips as he was tortured and teased beyond his limits. It was like a game neither of them could ever lose, but the challenge itself-to make the other lose himself so completely that he had to admit the failure aloud-was more arousing than any nude photo or filthy piece of poetry.
“Ya got the softest skin, Taichou,” Kaien said softly, his hands roaming up Ukitake's hips and along his taut, pale thighs. “I love thinkin' about how it feels under my hands, even when we're in the office doin' paperwork, or when I'm alone in my quarters without ya.”
The admittance that Kaien thought about him constantly was not a new thing, but Ukitake still had to fight the urge to groan out loud, his body quivering from the soft touches and lewd words his fukutaichou spoke. If he could have spoken himself, the old captain would have begged to be released and given a chance to sate his primal needs, but he knew Kaien would not allow it until his own were met first.
It was an easy reach from Kaien's perspective, for the younger shinigami to scoop a hand between Ukitake's legs, the white haired man's balls resting against Kaien's wrist while his cock was surrounded by warm, calloused fingers. The roughness of Kaien's hands was like a wake-up call, shocking the elder man into a state of sudden awareness. He bucked down into the hand, earning himself a gentle swat on the ass.
“Enough of that. It'll bring ya off too fast.”
Dark brows knitted together in frustration but Ukitake obeyed nonetheless, stopping the gentle thrusts he had unconsciously begun, as still as the marble statues he so resembled. The position was easy on his lungs and he breathed easy with his head turned slightly against the pillows, his shoulders aching slightly but not so much that he needed his freedom.
The warmth disappeared suddenly as Kaien got to his feet, the soft padding of bare skin against the tatami mats the only sound in the room, besides Ukitake's breathing. A drawer was opened in the long dresser beside the water closet and then was closed again with a soft click. Kaien returned with a bottle of lubricant he had fetched from the 4th division once upon a time; a gentle-on-delicate-skin fluid used for medical purposes, which Unohana's underlings had provided the young fukutaichou without question. It was common knowledge that sexual activities happened between members of the same sex within the Seireitei, so offering the slippery goo in the inconspicuous capped bottles was a service they provided in slight secrecy.
The chill of it once applied to bare skin was a welcome sensation; Ukitake's body clamped down immediately on the single digit Kaien inserted, earning a groan from the younger man. He teased the opening and then added a second finger, pulling hard against the edge to soften his captain up, knowing that in the past, he had ripped the tender skin accidentally and due to Ukitake's shaky health, any blood loss was a great problem.
Three fingers had Ukitake shoving his hips back against them and Kaien did not refuse him the pleasure of it, allowing him to move until he stilled him with the other hand on his ass, one-handedly dribbling more of the medical goo onto his hand. He managed the three fingers previously and tried for the fourth, gently massaging the cheek he held, calming the delicate captain against what he was about to do.
Ukitake knew it was coming. The scent of the slightly fruity lubricant always had him begging for a more thorough fucking, one that no man's pride could ever undertake. Kaien positioned his fingers carefully and pushed all four inside, his thumb tucked between them to ease the insertion, grinning like a fool as Ukitake's body resisted against the widest part of his palm. He pulled out a little bit and tried again, licking his lips as the dark turquoise eyes watched the hole stretch, barely able to see it in the meager candlelight but feeling it more than anything, as the tight sphincter accommodated his entire hand.
Ukitake moaned loudly and clenched, earning another swat to his ass, a silent but demanding wish that he relax more fully. He was tight to begin with but the utter shame of the devious penetration and the excitement he felt, kept him a bit more shy than usual, so his body naturally clammed up.
“Ya got it all, Taichou,” Kaien whispered huskily, his fingers flexing within the tight, hot channel; stretching it open even further from the inside.
The grabby hole clung to his wrist and he could feel both Ukitake's heartbeat and the tiny spasms inside as his body attempted to either take more of him inside, or was thinking about rejecting him entirely. It was easy for him to remove his hand from the now stretched hole and he slipped out, letting go with the other hand to pour more of the lube onto his digits. If he tried hard enough, he could get his entire forearm in there...
As if reading his mind, Ukitake wriggled his ass, tearing a chuckle from Kaien's lips, his fingers already sliding inside as he shoved the whole hand in without pausing, pleased with how eagerly the hot hole took him in. He twisted his wrist and curled his fingers to rub against the elder man's prostate, feeling the shock wave as it passed through the delicate body. Ukitake's cock weeped between his legs, two drips of precome already staining the white blanket beneath him. Kaien repeated the action and watched the organ jerk as if hit by a powerful shock, its head swelling, seen even from the awkward angle he had hunched himself down into.
He had long arms and with how far Ukitake's legs were parted, he could rest on the pillows beside them, his head in his hand as he rested his elbow on the soft pile. The view was incredible-if awkward-but his cock wept in its own way as well, dribbling the slippery fluid into his fundoshi, darkening the green cloth. He could smell his own arousal and Ukitake's as well, over the sweet scent of the lubricant. It was thick enough to taste and he panted softly, listening to the heavy breaths from the elder man and wishing that his cock was buried within the tight heat instead.
He got back to his knees and with the coated hand removed, he took himself into the slippery palm, stroking himself through gritted teeth and a vicious little snarl, as arousal bit him in the ass, driving his need from being wanted to being severely desired. He filled the warm hole quickly, slapping his hips against Ukitake's backside, both hands on the elder shinigami's sides. The kidou was dispelled and as Ukitake was light enough to be picked up, Kaien tugged him back to an upright position, parting his own legs and hunkering down beneath him a little more, successfully thrusting up into him, while pressed chest-to-back.
“Fuck, Taichou...” he growled, his lips dry against Ukitake's shoulder, where he pressed feverish kisses.
The white haired nobleman furrowed his brows and cried out loudly against the cloth gag as Kaien sunk his teeth into the tender junction of his neck and shoulder, mindlessly happy that his uniform covered the area during the daytime, as it would certainly leave bruises. His cock twitched and he dropped one hand to surround it with welcome firmness, stroking quickly but with a style he had perfected over the years; gentle pressure but merciless teasing of the crown, ghosting fingertips over the slit and pinching the hole closed, working himself into a frenzy.
He slipped the other hand back around to the side, holding awkwardly to Kaien's hip, feeling the strength behind his thrusts and the desire in his shaking form, their union more violent than anything on the battlefield. Kaien let go of the soon-to-bruise skin and threw his head back, holding Ukitake's hips back against him as he gave the shallowest of thrusts, emptying himself within the tight passage, his growls given through gritted teeth.
Ukitake could have released as soon as Kaien had begun to take him hard and was so dangerously close to his end at that moment that he dropped his head and bucked forward into his hand, showering the once-clean white sheets with his seed, the remainder of it dribbling down his hand and tickling at his sac, forcing him to lift his hand away, scooping up what he could and bringing it to his lips. He cleaned the cream from the soaked digits after tugging the sloth down and slumped back against the sated fukutaichou, feeling the strength of Kaien's heartbeat through his back.
The stickiness of their bodies was hardly an issue as Kaien lifted his arms to surround the elder man in a tight hug, nuzzling at the back of his captain's head, murring softly, the gag tugged up and off, tossed aside to be found in the morning. He let go once he felt Ukitake shift and let himself fall from the abused hole below, gaining his feet and throwing on an already-soiled yukata from the laundry pile, not wishing to dirty a second one when the laundry would be done the next morning and he was only going to strip again in a few moments anyway.
The valiant Shiba walked his shaking, tired self to the water closet and fetched a wet washcloth and a dry towel, padding his way back after tidying his own loins in the basin. Ukitake was still kneeling, waiting patiently for his subordinate to return. Usually so meticulous about proper behaviour and his dignity, Ukitake tolerated the gentle cleaning as Kaien wiped up the remainder of his seed from the elder man's backside and gave Ukitake's cock a little clean up. The items were returned to the basin and Ukitake got up on shaky legs so that Kaien could replace the sheets and top blanket, putting down fresh linens and watching with loving eyes as his beloved captain knelt back down and flopped himself onto them.
“Tired ya out, didn't I?”
“You did, Kaien,” he answered quietly, his body still quivering but sated, at least. “Thank you.”
The young Shiba fluffed in the darkness, after blowing out the candles and climbing into the clean bedroll with the other man. “Welcome. Don't have to thank me, though. It's somethin' I love to do for ya. It's for you as much as it's for me, remember?”
“I know.”
Kaien draped an arm over Ukitake's hip and kissed the bruising area on his neck, fighting back the urge to add another, matching spot on the other side. One mark was enough for now. There was always tomorrow night...
Title: Stretch
Pairing(s): Shiba Kaien x Ukitake Jyuushirou
Warnings: Mansecks, fetish-y stuff (fisting, biting, denial-play), general Shibaness
Summary: Ukitake has desires that only a gentle soul like Kaien can fulfill.
Word Count: 2702
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters. No money is being made from the distribution of these stories.
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When Ukitake had once praised Kaien's kidou skills, he never thought that one day, he would be on the receiving end of a Way of Binding #47.
His arms were pinned behind his back, bound with a dark, flowing energy he could feel against his skin. It was as fluid as water but also as solid as steel, gripping the pale skin like manacles and keeping his forearms together in a slightly painful position. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the man standing behind him, warm brown eyes alight with excitement but his eyebrows knitted together in frustration. It was hard for him to see Kaien's face but on his knees atop the cushioning blankets of his bedroll, Ukitake was physically as comfortable as he could possibly be, considering the situation.
The teal-eyed fukutaichou grinned in the meek candlelight, his clothes off-save for his fundoshi-- and folded neatly on the low bench Ukitake regularly sat upon beneath the broad window. In his right hand, he held a short length of cloth in a brilliant shade of red, not unlike the blood his captain shed so often.
“Face the wall, Taichou. I'll tell ya when ya can move.”
The words came as an order and Ukitake felt the skin on his arms and legs raise in obvious patches of goosebumps. He turned his head back to the opposite wall, staring a hole through the pale surface, his eyes falling closed as Kaien stepped up behind him and tugged the red cloth around his face, securing it in the elder man's mouth. He tied it tightly around Ukitake's hair, then scooped up the white strands and draped them back over the knot, effectively hiding the offending material.
The warm fingers lingered on the captain's shoulders and Kaien brushed his knuckles across the soft skin at the nape of Ukitake's neck, forcing a shiver to come from the fragile body. The brilliant Shiba grinned more broadly, dropping a hand to his groin so that he could press his palm to the erection there, pushing himself against the welcome pressure.
He groaned and Ukitake gasped behind the gag, causing Kaien to chuckle out loud, his voice muffled within the elder man's bedroom by the kidou he had cast before beginning their little session. A spell capable of soundproofing-used by the Shiba to prevent accidents and loud noises from escaping during their fun with fireworks-the kidou was effective enough that Ukitake's gasps and Kaien's voice would go unheard by the remainder of the household.
“Gotta be careful, Taichou,” he cooed, still close enough to the other man that Ukitake could feel the lingering heat against his bare back. “Don't need anyone hearin' ya.”
It was thrilling to the old soul, to be dominated in such a way. Kyouraku treated him as if he were a rare treasure, made of glass and easy to break. Kaien did the same, but his hands were far more delicate with him when he was attempting to control his beloved Taichou. The way he curled one large palm around Ukitake's jaw, the fingers digging into the pale skin and dainty bone structure, turning Ukitake's head so he could look him in the eye.
How he scrutinized the aging captain with his piercing gaze; his eyes half lidded and his mouth open in a feral perversion of a smile. His teeth glinted in the candlelight and Ukitake shivered again, his eyes fluttering closed and then opening abruptly as Kaien let go of his jaw. The usually friendly brown eyes frowned as his mouth could not, curious as to why he was let go and also afraid of the same reason.
Kaien had stepped back around to where Ukitake could not see him clearly and had knelt on the soft bedding, scooting himself up just enough to lay a hand on Ukitake's hip and the other on his back, both working in unison as he pushed the elder man over onto the pillows. He was gently cushioned against his head and chest, while his backside lay in the air, displayed in all its nude glory.
Ukitake could feel the heat rising to his face as he realized how wanton and terrible he must have looked; his ass displayed as if on a shelf in a store, the soft skin of his testicles clinging to his body to conserve heat, while his manhood hung half-erect, bobbing with each thump of his heartbeat. Kaien rested both hands on the old man's ass, firmly kneading the creamy flesh, pressing light kisses to it every few seconds. He worshiped the elder shinigami on a personal level in their daily life, yes, but when it came to private time after-hours, it was an entirely different style of worship.
Like a man who desired things that were out of his reach or a thirsty man who wished for water, Kaien supped at Ukitake's beauty; his delicate nature, the gentle sounds he let slip past his lips as he was tortured and teased beyond his limits. It was like a game neither of them could ever lose, but the challenge itself-to make the other lose himself so completely that he had to admit the failure aloud-was more arousing than any nude photo or filthy piece of poetry.
“Ya got the softest skin, Taichou,” Kaien said softly, his hands roaming up Ukitake's hips and along his taut, pale thighs. “I love thinkin' about how it feels under my hands, even when we're in the office doin' paperwork, or when I'm alone in my quarters without ya.”
The admittance that Kaien thought about him constantly was not a new thing, but Ukitake still had to fight the urge to groan out loud, his body quivering from the soft touches and lewd words his fukutaichou spoke. If he could have spoken himself, the old captain would have begged to be released and given a chance to sate his primal needs, but he knew Kaien would not allow it until his own were met first.
It was an easy reach from Kaien's perspective, for the younger shinigami to scoop a hand between Ukitake's legs, the white haired man's balls resting against Kaien's wrist while his cock was surrounded by warm, calloused fingers. The roughness of Kaien's hands was like a wake-up call, shocking the elder man into a state of sudden awareness. He bucked down into the hand, earning himself a gentle swat on the ass.
“Enough of that. It'll bring ya off too fast.”
Dark brows knitted together in frustration but Ukitake obeyed nonetheless, stopping the gentle thrusts he had unconsciously begun, as still as the marble statues he so resembled. The position was easy on his lungs and he breathed easy with his head turned slightly against the pillows, his shoulders aching slightly but not so much that he needed his freedom.
The warmth disappeared suddenly as Kaien got to his feet, the soft padding of bare skin against the tatami mats the only sound in the room, besides Ukitake's breathing. A drawer was opened in the long dresser beside the water closet and then was closed again with a soft click. Kaien returned with a bottle of lubricant he had fetched from the 4th division once upon a time; a gentle-on-delicate-skin fluid used for medical purposes, which Unohana's underlings had provided the young fukutaichou without question. It was common knowledge that sexual activities happened between members of the same sex within the Seireitei, so offering the slippery goo in the inconspicuous capped bottles was a service they provided in slight secrecy.
The chill of it once applied to bare skin was a welcome sensation; Ukitake's body clamped down immediately on the single digit Kaien inserted, earning a groan from the younger man. He teased the opening and then added a second finger, pulling hard against the edge to soften his captain up, knowing that in the past, he had ripped the tender skin accidentally and due to Ukitake's shaky health, any blood loss was a great problem.
Three fingers had Ukitake shoving his hips back against them and Kaien did not refuse him the pleasure of it, allowing him to move until he stilled him with the other hand on his ass, one-handedly dribbling more of the medical goo onto his hand. He managed the three fingers previously and tried for the fourth, gently massaging the cheek he held, calming the delicate captain against what he was about to do.
Ukitake knew it was coming. The scent of the slightly fruity lubricant always had him begging for a more thorough fucking, one that no man's pride could ever undertake. Kaien positioned his fingers carefully and pushed all four inside, his thumb tucked between them to ease the insertion, grinning like a fool as Ukitake's body resisted against the widest part of his palm. He pulled out a little bit and tried again, licking his lips as the dark turquoise eyes watched the hole stretch, barely able to see it in the meager candlelight but feeling it more than anything, as the tight sphincter accommodated his entire hand.
Ukitake moaned loudly and clenched, earning another swat to his ass, a silent but demanding wish that he relax more fully. He was tight to begin with but the utter shame of the devious penetration and the excitement he felt, kept him a bit more shy than usual, so his body naturally clammed up.
“Ya got it all, Taichou,” Kaien whispered huskily, his fingers flexing within the tight, hot channel; stretching it open even further from the inside.
The grabby hole clung to his wrist and he could feel both Ukitake's heartbeat and the tiny spasms inside as his body attempted to either take more of him inside, or was thinking about rejecting him entirely. It was easy for him to remove his hand from the now stretched hole and he slipped out, letting go with the other hand to pour more of the lube onto his digits. If he tried hard enough, he could get his entire forearm in there...
As if reading his mind, Ukitake wriggled his ass, tearing a chuckle from Kaien's lips, his fingers already sliding inside as he shoved the whole hand in without pausing, pleased with how eagerly the hot hole took him in. He twisted his wrist and curled his fingers to rub against the elder man's prostate, feeling the shock wave as it passed through the delicate body. Ukitake's cock weeped between his legs, two drips of precome already staining the white blanket beneath him. Kaien repeated the action and watched the organ jerk as if hit by a powerful shock, its head swelling, seen even from the awkward angle he had hunched himself down into.
He had long arms and with how far Ukitake's legs were parted, he could rest on the pillows beside them, his head in his hand as he rested his elbow on the soft pile. The view was incredible-if awkward-but his cock wept in its own way as well, dribbling the slippery fluid into his fundoshi, darkening the green cloth. He could smell his own arousal and Ukitake's as well, over the sweet scent of the lubricant. It was thick enough to taste and he panted softly, listening to the heavy breaths from the elder man and wishing that his cock was buried within the tight heat instead.
He got back to his knees and with the coated hand removed, he took himself into the slippery palm, stroking himself through gritted teeth and a vicious little snarl, as arousal bit him in the ass, driving his need from being wanted to being severely desired. He filled the warm hole quickly, slapping his hips against Ukitake's backside, both hands on the elder shinigami's sides. The kidou was dispelled and as Ukitake was light enough to be picked up, Kaien tugged him back to an upright position, parting his own legs and hunkering down beneath him a little more, successfully thrusting up into him, while pressed chest-to-back.
“Fuck, Taichou...” he growled, his lips dry against Ukitake's shoulder, where he pressed feverish kisses.
The white haired nobleman furrowed his brows and cried out loudly against the cloth gag as Kaien sunk his teeth into the tender junction of his neck and shoulder, mindlessly happy that his uniform covered the area during the daytime, as it would certainly leave bruises. His cock twitched and he dropped one hand to surround it with welcome firmness, stroking quickly but with a style he had perfected over the years; gentle pressure but merciless teasing of the crown, ghosting fingertips over the slit and pinching the hole closed, working himself into a frenzy.
He slipped the other hand back around to the side, holding awkwardly to Kaien's hip, feeling the strength behind his thrusts and the desire in his shaking form, their union more violent than anything on the battlefield. Kaien let go of the soon-to-bruise skin and threw his head back, holding Ukitake's hips back against him as he gave the shallowest of thrusts, emptying himself within the tight passage, his growls given through gritted teeth.
Ukitake could have released as soon as Kaien had begun to take him hard and was so dangerously close to his end at that moment that he dropped his head and bucked forward into his hand, showering the once-clean white sheets with his seed, the remainder of it dribbling down his hand and tickling at his sac, forcing him to lift his hand away, scooping up what he could and bringing it to his lips. He cleaned the cream from the soaked digits after tugging the sloth down and slumped back against the sated fukutaichou, feeling the strength of Kaien's heartbeat through his back.
The stickiness of their bodies was hardly an issue as Kaien lifted his arms to surround the elder man in a tight hug, nuzzling at the back of his captain's head, murring softly, the gag tugged up and off, tossed aside to be found in the morning. He let go once he felt Ukitake shift and let himself fall from the abused hole below, gaining his feet and throwing on an already-soiled yukata from the laundry pile, not wishing to dirty a second one when the laundry would be done the next morning and he was only going to strip again in a few moments anyway.
The valiant Shiba walked his shaking, tired self to the water closet and fetched a wet washcloth and a dry towel, padding his way back after tidying his own loins in the basin. Ukitake was still kneeling, waiting patiently for his subordinate to return. Usually so meticulous about proper behaviour and his dignity, Ukitake tolerated the gentle cleaning as Kaien wiped up the remainder of his seed from the elder man's backside and gave Ukitake's cock a little clean up. The items were returned to the basin and Ukitake got up on shaky legs so that Kaien could replace the sheets and top blanket, putting down fresh linens and watching with loving eyes as his beloved captain knelt back down and flopped himself onto them.
“Tired ya out, didn't I?”
“You did, Kaien,” he answered quietly, his body still quivering but sated, at least. “Thank you.”
The young Shiba fluffed in the darkness, after blowing out the candles and climbing into the clean bedroll with the other man. “Welcome. Don't have to thank me, though. It's somethin' I love to do for ya. It's for you as much as it's for me, remember?”
“I know.”
Kaien draped an arm over Ukitake's hip and kissed the bruising area on his neck, fighting back the urge to add another, matching spot on the other side. One mark was enough for now. There was always tomorrow night...