Satisfaction
Apologies...It has been brought to my attention that I never actually posted the rest of the Lemon for 'Satisfaction' on this site like I said I would. Here it is...Sequel to the original Ladies and Gentlemen oneshot- Rated M for graphic YAOI sex...
Satisfaction
“Ladies and Gentlemen,
Boom! Do you want it?
Boom! Do you need it?
Boom! Let me hear it...”
(Instrumental)
As the song died down, I made my way to the back of the stage with what money I was able to grab. The rest would be brought to me later by the manager of the stage crew. Slipping behind the curtain, I took a quick peek back at the aforementioned crew, already hopping on the stage to commence clean-up and set-up for the next act. I relaxed and commended myself on a job well done. When I had walked on stage and locked eyes with my enticing berry, casually sitting at the bar in all of his sexy glory, I knew concentration would be needed to finish my set.
Considering he was still dressed in his scrubs, he must have hurried to get here after his shift. Ladies and Gentlemen was Ichigo's favorite performance and he never missed it. Reaching the changing area, I jumped back into my street clothes with visions of Ichigo in various positions running through my head. I was broken out of my reverie when Grimmjow's rough voice addressed me from the doorway, “Nice set. I thought our little berry was gonna start hyperventilating there for a minute. Must 've just come from work, he looked good enough to eat.”
Grimmjow has been my friend and coworker for a few years, but he was a dick. Unfortunately, he was a dick who had the pleasure of being Ichigo's first, which made me want to kill him every time he mentioned my berry.
“First off Grimm, he's my berry, and second, if ya go anywhere near him the only thing you will be eatin' is dirt.”
He smirked “That a promise?” Ah right, the only thing Grimmjow enjoys as much as sex is a good fight. Ichigo and I are at the top of both lists. My phone vibrates and I use it as an excuse to ignore Grimmjow. Text from Ichigo- Meet you at home, don't be too long ;). I feel a smile erupt on my face at the implication. Enough said. I grab my duffel bag, turn on my heel and head for the back entrance, leaving a confused looking Grimmjow in my wake.
Walking into the apartment, I immediately smell the scented candles wafting from the bedroom. With barely contained excitement, I dropped the bag and headed back to see what my lover has in store, only to stop dead at the door. Ichigo was straddling one of our kitchen chairs in the middle of the room. Sexy as the position is, that alone wasn't enough to stop me dead in my tracks. No, it was the outfit that stole my motor functions.
Wearing black slacks over bared feet, and an open doctors coat to reveal a bare chest and stethoscope underneath, Ichigo flipped a page on his clipboard and called in that silky voice “Shirosaki, Hichigo, your doctor is ready to receive you now.” I finally compose myself to walk into the room and almost trip over a black briefcase sitting a few feet away from him. Ichigo pushes me into the chair he previously occupied. “Please wait here while I pull your chart.”
Ichigo walked over to the CD player and hit play, then turned to me with a mischievous glint I am not used to seeing on the Orange heads face. Soon the music picks up, and the little god in front of me sways his hips to...Benny Benassi? If I wasn't having a difficult time breathing, I might laugh. The candlelit room accentuated the boys tanned glowing skin and fiery hair making the vision sashaying toward me that much sweeter.
“Push me
And then just touch me
Till I can get my
Satisfaction...”
He stops just short of my reach and looks back down at the clipboard before speaking “hmm, it says here your current symptoms are problems concentrating, irritability, trouble breathing, and increased heart rate. Let's take a look shall we?”
Placing the ear-tips of the stethoscope in, he bends down and runs the cool metal up my chest, raising my shirt in the process. Listening to my now rapidly beating heart, he raises those honey basked eyes to mine, “I think this might require a full examination. Please remove your clothes while I retrieve the necessary equipment.”
Don't have to tell me twice, standing quickly as he removes the stethoscope and places it into the black bag, I work my belt and pants down in record time and all but tear my shirt from my feverish body. Before I have the chance to sit back down, Ichigo grabs my silk black boxers, “I'm afraid these will have to come off as well.” He gives a quick yank, and I gasp as my erection is released to the cool air.
“Well doc, I think we may have found the problem.”
Ichigo makes and appreciative sound and pushes me back into the chair, “It would seem so. Don't worry, the remedy for this particular swelling is quite simple.”
“Oh yeah doc? And what would you sug- ahhh, god damn Ichi.” My response was stolen as his hot mouth descended on my aching length, that sinful, talented tongue erasing all thought from my mind. Vaguely, I register the music still playing in the background, the instrumental replaced with lyrics...
“Push me
And then just touch me
Till I can get my
Satisfaction,
Satisfaction,
Satisfaction...”
It brings me back enough to make an attempt for control. “Hey Ichigo,” his brown eyes raise to mine as his head descends again, “You know how I want ta get my satisfaction?”
I almost lose my grip as his throat constricts around me with his responding “hmmm?” Not wanting to give in, I pull him off my cock and crush his lips to mine. Pulling apart I answer “I want ta get my satisfaction inside ya doc.” Not giving him time to respond, I bend down, wrap my arm around his thighs and lift, putting him over my shoulder. Taken by surprise, my berry squeaks, a sound I relish in and one he will later deny making. Walking over to the bed, I slap his ass before tossing him onto the mattress.
“Mr. Shirosaki, in what position would you like to have treatment administered?”
I crawl between his legs and press my bare erection to his still clothed one, our breaths hitch and I take the liberty of removing his belt. While lightly grinding, I lean down and lick the shell of his ear before answering, “Pants off doc, an I want ya on yer hands n' knees.”
He lifts his hips to remove the black slacks as I reach into the drawer beside the bed- “Shiro, I told you that your doctor was ready to receive you, extra prep isn't necessary. I need your treatment to start immediately.” He pleads while flipping over and raising that perfect backside, ready for the taking. Dear lord does he have any idea what he does to me? Perhaps I'll tease him a little.
“Ahh Ichi, you should know better than steal a job I take great pleasure in.” I slide my index and middle fingers inside him and he moans at my touch. “Stretching and slicking this tight little entrance, makin' ya squirm and moan is a privilege I won't allow ya ta take away from me.” He whines when I lightly rub his prostate, “Damn-it Shiro, we can cater to your abnormal possessiveness later. Just shut-up and fuck me already!” I remove my fingers and let a dark laugh pass my lips, “It would seem my doctor has lost his patience. Don't worry doc, I'll give you what you want...” Placing my now dripping erection at his entrance I lean down and whisper in his ear “...just as soon as you tell me who ya belong to.”
His face falls into the pillow I can vaguely make out something that sounds suspiciously like 'sadistic bastard.' “I can't hear ya Ich-” “You!” he barely finishes the word before I slam home, throwing my head back, and releasing an unrestrained moan as Ichigo screams my name. Thrusting slowly, I take in the image below me. My lover's skin glimmers in the flickering light, his head turned sideways in the pillow, eyes closed in ecstasy. God he's gorgeous. Gorgeous and mine.
I grab his waist with one hand and run the other down his back while increasing my pace. In the background, the song finishes and without the interference, I can clearly hear my berry moaning and panting lightly beneath me. The sound is exotic and arousing but I want more. Angling my thrusts slightly, I start pounding into his prostate. “A-ahh, Shiro!”
“Yesss, scream for me Ichigo.” As my thrusts increase in strength and speed, his voice becomes louder, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His limbs start to tremble and I know he's close. Reaching around, I grab his hard length. A few practiced pumps later, he spills into my hand and the sheets below. With his walls clenching my now frantically thrusting cock, my vision goes white, and I follow him into bliss, filling his tight hole with my seed.
Sliding out of that delicious heat, I roll onto the bed and pull my now sated berry to my chest and away from the wet spot we created. “Hey Doctor...” “hmmm?” Ichigo replied, nuzzling his face into my neck. “Your treatment has magnificent results, I feel fantastic.” I could feel him smile against my skin, “And treating you brought me great satisfaction.” I laughed and held him tighter, “Night love.”
He replied yawning “Night Shiro.” Relaxed and spent, I watched Ichi's breathing even out into a slow deep rhythm. I think I'll go in for a check-up tomorrow. Come to think of it, Doctor Kurosaki should have an opening sometime around noon...