Sensei
Title: Sensei
Series: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Kensei/Shuuhei (Characters by Kubo Tite)
Warnings: NC-17, role-playing
Notes: I can't believe I wrote this.
Summary/Excerpt: “When I offered you the chance to work under me, you said you’d do whatever I needed, right?”
“Hisagi. In here.”
Kensei watched the young man finish up whatever he’d been working on before pushing it to the side and standing up. After staring at black uniforms day after day, the kid’s Academy uniform always stood to him. Not that he wasn’t remarkable on his own.
Kensei stood aside to let Shuuhei into the office, then closed the door. He watched Shuuhei walk to the desk, then stop. He waited there, and Kensei had to smother a grin. So trusting.
As he moved to his desk, he could feel Shuuhei’s gaze, slightly downcast eyes watching him. Kensei sat on the edge of his desk and waited. After a minute had passed, Shuuhei began to shift nervously, rocking a little on his feet. Seemingly unable to contain himself any longer, he looked up. “Muguruma-sensei?”
“When I offered you the chance to work under me, you said you’d do whatever I needed, right?”
“Yes.”
Kensei leaned back and picked up the item he’d left on his chair before calling Shuuhei into his office. When the younger man saw it, he looked slightly confused but didn’t say a word. Kensei wrapped the ends of the black rope he held around his hands and pulled it taut. “Do you trust me, Shuuhei?”
Shuuhei’s dark eyes were on the rope. “Yes.”
“Hold out your wrists.”
“Muguruma-sensei…”
“Your wrists.”
Shuuhei held them out. Kensei just watched, enjoying the sight of the younger man and the hesitant way he was looking at the rope. Just as he sensed Shuuhei was going to pull his hands back, Kensei grabbed them and wrapped the rope around his wrists, knotting it tightly. He then pulled Shuuhei forward to stand between his legs.
Shuuhei tried to step back, but Kensei held fast to his bound wrists. He smiled at the slight flush across Shuuhei’s cheeks, at the way his breathing was suddenly much more noticeable. He hooked the fingers of his free hand into the tie at Shuuhei’s waist, and watched his eyes widen.
“Muguruma-sensei, I don’t think…”
“Quiet.” He pulled him closer, until he could have tasted the blush on Shuuhei’s cheeks without moving if he wanted to. “You said anything.”
“Yes…but this isn’t…we shouldn’t be doing this…”
“I’ll decide what we should be doing.” Pulling on Shuuhei’s uniform, he hauled him up onto his lap and touched his lips to the base of the man’s throat. Shuuhei shivered and tried to pull away, was prevented by one of Kensei’s hands at his back. When Kensei began to kiss his neck, suck gently, Shuuhei began to relax, letting his weight fall against the hand holding him close. When he finally extracted a moan from the dark-haired young man, Kensei suddenly took his hand away, causing Shuuhei to gasp in surprise and clutch at Kensei’s uniform with his bound hands. After steadying himself, he seemed to realize what was happening and began to protest again, making small noises of negation as Kensei’s hand moved from his waist to one blue-clad leg.
Ignoring all protests, Kensei slowly began to untie and push aside Shuuhei’s uniform, pausing to kiss him breathless when his objections got too loud.
He had his mouth on one of Shuuhei’s nipples when he at last slipped a hand into the younger man’s pants. The hands grasping his uniform tightened even as Shuuhei tried to move away. “You can’t…” he breathed, a pleading tone in his voice. Kensei brought his other hand to Shuuhei’s chest, began to tease lazily at the nipple not currently under his tongue. He paused just long enough to reply.
“But I am.”
He gave Shuuhei’s hardening cock a brief squeeze before continuing to his goal. He grinned against Shuuhei’s skin as he felt him tense.
“Muguruma-sensei…please…”
He pushed into Shuuhei and the younger man buried his face in Kensei’s shoulder, his hold on Kensei’s uniform now a death grip. He moaned softly. Kensei slid his hand from Shuuhei’s chest around to his back, then brought it down to his ass to lift him up for better access. He pushed another finger into Shuuhei and his cock twitched at the muffled cry against his shoulder. He took his time preparing him, enjoying every tremble and moan he caused.
When he stood and pushed Shuuhei down to the surface of the desk, he found dark eyes looking up at him in concern. He leaned over and kissed him unhurriedly, gradually moving the man’s hands up over his head. He broke away to tie the ends of the rope to the desk’s leg, and was satisfied to see the knot hold against Shuuhei’s struggle to free himself. He tugged at Shuuhei’s pants, removing them and throwing them aside carelessly. When he knelt on the desk and placed his hands on Shuuhei’s legs, he was mildly amused to feel resistance in them. He leaned over him and nuzzled his neck.
“You’re better off not fighting me, Shuuhei.”
Shuuhei’s face was turned away and his eyes were shut tightly. The blush on his cheeks was much deeper than before. “Let me go, Muguruma-sensei. Don’t do this to me…”
“Shuuhei,” he whispered softly, “if I want your legs spread” -he pushed them apart forcefully- “you will spread them.” He knelt back and pressed Shuuhei’s legs back until he had a unobstructed view of both Shuuhei’s hard cock and tight hole. He had intended to savour the sight, but it was far too irresistible. He let go of one of Shuuhei’s legs to take hold of and position himself. He pushed the head of his cock into Shuuhei, and had to fight the desire to just slam into him. He felt so damn good, and his straining against the rope that held him wasn’t helping either. He pushed forward little by little, until he was fully seated inside the younger man. Then he began to thrust.
He planted his hands on either side of Shuuhei’s head and let go, pounding into him and encouraged by the way Shuuhei’s body arched underneath his. “You told me you were mine, Shuuhei. You gave yourself to me. And you had to know I’d take you. Had to know I couldn’t wait to have you like this, moaning and sweating beneath me. You say no, but the way you look at me with those eyes of yours and the way your cock goes hard whenever I so much as look at you gives you away.”
Shuuhei whimpered faintly and opened his eyes ever so slightly. “Please…please, I…”
“Please, what?”
“Please touch me, Muguruma-sensei. Please.”
Kensei closed one hand around Shuuhei’s cock and began to stroke furiously, not having to wait long before being rewarded with Shuuhei’s orgasm, the young man’s cries and tightening muscles pushing him to his own.
He let himself rest on Shuuhei for just a few moments before untying the rope and freeing his hands. The desk was too short but he lay back just the same, pulling Shuuhei against his body. He pushed one hand into short black hair and ran his fingers through it repeatedly in a soothing gesture. Shuuhei pressed his face against Kensei’s chest and inhaled deeply, sighing at the feel of Kensei’s touch. He smiled. “Sometimes I think you enjoy that a little too much.”
“Me? You’re the one who told me you kept your old Academy uniform and asked if I wanted you to wear it. And your shy, blushing virgin student act is very convincing.”
Shuuhei laughed quietly. “Being at your mercy helps. And that dirty talk…” he looked up into golden eyes, “was just too much. I couldn’t hold out any longer after hearing that.”
Kensei grinned. “I could say the same for ‘Muguruma-sensei’. I hope you never actually used that tone with any of your teachers.”
“Of course not.” Shuuhei moved up to run his tongue over Kensei’s lips. “I gave myself to you, remember?” Kensei’s lips parted and Shuuhei darted his tongue out briefly to taste Kensei’s mouth. “That part is perfectly true. I am yours. And if you want me to spread my legs for you, I always will.”
Kensei groaned and suddenly regretted being so hasty in untying Shuuhei.