[Mistletoe Kisses] Chantilly
[Characters]: Ayasegawa Yumichika and Madarame Ikkaku.
[Summary]: At the end of 13th Division Christmas party, a bowl of Chantilly captures Yumichika's attention.
[Word Count]: 1000
[Finished]: 08.January.2008
[Warnings]: The ratings have changed for this one, NC-17; beware of whipped cream play>.<
[Notes]:
perviepreistess wanted some more YummIkka and so I complied with the request; actually I did more than that, I smutty-ed up my innocent little drabbles. Hope you'll enjoy it, sweet.
«« Stolen| Missed Opportunity| Old Love| "A Room Full of Mistletoe, Wasted!"
»» What Could've Been| Best Served Cold| No One Else But Me| Under/Over Rated| A Well Devised Plan| You Can Kiss...(omake)
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
Yumichika poked, leisurely the whipped cream from a glass bowl set right next to a plate filled with succulent strawberries on the food table of Division 13 Christmas party, taking the fluffy cream into his mouth. He hummed. It tasted divinely! The sweetness of the cream and sugar perfectly balanced with an eluding bitter taste. What was this? Lemon! He identified, after another tasting of the white cream. He moaned in pleasure.
“What are you doing?” The question was asked with a slight pause in every word and a gulping sound at the end.
“Tasting the cream. Why?” Yumichika asked nonchalantly.
Ikkaku, who was standing next to him and had been observing intently, with eyes wide open, chided, “You’re putting on quite a show, that’s why!” He bursted out. “And people might want to eat that!” he added, with a sudden of access of well manners.
Yumi eyed him sceptically. “What people!? Everyone’s gone.” He glanced the almost empty room, only a few shinigami were left and none seemed interested in the food table. “And besides I have plans for this.” He fingered the cream again and poked Ikkaku’s nose, giggling. “I was just checking if it fits my palate and agrees with my plans.”
The bald shinigami bit his lower lips, trying not to groan. “What plans, Yumi?”
“Follow me home and you’ll find out.” Another scoop of cream left the bowl in Yumichika’s finger, traced the dark-haired’s lips, as if gloss, and got devoured in the lush mouth.
This time Ikkaku didn’t even tried to muffle his groan.
Taking the bowl, they left swiftly, paying no attention to the commotion on the inside. If Ikkaku had had his way, they would’ve shunpo home; seeing Yumichika was having calling all the shots, it took a few minutes to reach the two 11th Division officer’s house. They walked in and moved directly into the only bedroom, Yumi commanding, “Take off all your clothes.”
When Yumi was this bossy, things were surely to be fun. Ikkaku obeyed and stripped rapidly, while Yumichika changed from his shinigami uniform to a red, silk yukata, removing the feathery accessories from his eyelashes.
“Why is it that I’m buck naked and you’re wearing that?” Ikkaku questioned, mesmerized by the sight. Damn! Yumi looked good in red. Way too good, he could feel.
“Because I look beautiful in it!” Yumichika replied affectedly as if it was an obvious matter that Ikkaku was overlooking, and then eyeing the bald shinigami appreciatively, he said smirking. “I don’t see you complaining.”
He pointed to Ikkaku’s awakening member. “You look just fine to me like that. Now lay down on the floor, or else we’ll dirty the futon and you know I hate to sleep in an icky bed.”
Ikkaku acceded to the demand with a shiver, not from cold, despite the threat of snow on the freezing winter night outside. He lied down on his back, propped on his elbows, knees up and closed, covering his assets.
Yumi looked over at him, smiling, pleased with the view and quick compliance; feeling his face turn the color of his yukata as Ikka slowly and teasingly spread his legs, inviting. The elegant shinigami accepted the invite and, taking the cream bowl, joined his brawly companion on the floor, kneeling in between his thighs.
“Are you gonna put all that cream to use?” Ikkaku taunted.
Yumichika poked the cream, savouring the over sweetness, moaning in delight. Proceeding then, to pour generous amounts of it over key points of Ikkaku’s body. He topped it up with a red delicious strawberry, he’d taken from the party table, on top of Ikkaku’s shiny head.
“It matches my yukata,” he said as an explanation, letting the silk slide down his left shoulder, leaning down and moving in catlike form, lapping at the cream from Ikkaku’s yummy body. He licked the nose and the chin; sucked the neck and navel; nipped thighs and balls; bit shoulders and nipples.
Ikkaku enjoyed all of it with throaty groans and hoarse cries of pleasure, trembling every time Yumi got close to his aching erection but failed to touch it. “Will you stop teasin’? I won’t last much longer if you keep that up.” He panted heavily.
“You’re no fun. Aren’t you enjoying this?” Yumi licked the mixture of cream and pre-cum from Ikkaku’s member, moaning at the taste. It was just the right combination. The bald man under him whimpered, shutting his eyes. He reached for the bowl, coating Ikka’s penis with rest of the cream in it.
Ikkaku felt his erection twitch from the cold cream and opening one eye, he saw Yumi move on top of him. “What are you doing, Yumi?” he asked, mixed concern and need. “You haven’t...”
Yumi placed a cream covered finger to his lips. “Shhh, I’m alright.”
Ikkaku licked the finger and kept it in his mouth, suckling, as Yumi lowered himself on to him.
“OH KAMI!!!” they both screamed.
Yumi started moving slowly, trying to adjust. After a few awkward movements, seemed to find the right position and angle. One hand on Ikka’s shoulders for support, the other lost in the warm, wet mouth.
Ikkaku sucked on the slim, strong fingers, attempting not to bite them, as the warmth and tightness of Yumichika filled his senses. The slow hypnotic movements, straining him to the limit. His hands glided down Yumi’s chest, spreading the sticky cream all over, the silky fabric of the summer kimono gliding open, presenting Yumi’s glorious body in all its splendour. His hands, finally hanging onto Yumi’s perfect buns, guiding his thrusts.
“Harder.” Yumichika commanded, sensing his orgasm near.
Ikkaku complied, enraptured in the sight. “Beautiful.”
They came, hard. Seconds from each other.
Ikkaku’s hand on Yumi, not too sure when or how it had gotten there.
Yumichika leaned down and bit the strawberry that was still attached to Ikkaku’s head. “The cherry on top of the cake,” he murmured, sharing it with Ikka in a passionate, fruity kiss.
January2008©MarinLiliz
Next: What Could've Been (Byakuya/Urahara) - In Urahara shop, Byakuya waits for Renji, near a hanging mistletoe...
[Summary]: At the end of 13th Division Christmas party, a bowl of Chantilly captures Yumichika's attention.
[Word Count]: 1000
[Finished]: 08.January.2008
[Warnings]: The ratings have changed for this one, NC-17; beware of whipped cream play>.<
[Notes]:
perviepreistess wanted some more YummIkka and so I complied with the request; actually I did more than that, I smutty-ed up my innocent little drabbles. Hope you'll enjoy it, sweet.
«« Stolen| Missed Opportunity| Old Love| "A Room Full of Mistletoe, Wasted!"
»» What Could've Been| Best Served Cold| No One Else But Me| Under/Over Rated| A Well Devised Plan| You Can Kiss...(omake)
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
Yumichika poked, leisurely the whipped cream from a glass bowl set right next to a plate filled with succulent strawberries on the food table of Division 13 Christmas party, taking the fluffy cream into his mouth. He hummed. It tasted divinely! The sweetness of the cream and sugar perfectly balanced with an eluding bitter taste. What was this? Lemon! He identified, after another tasting of the white cream. He moaned in pleasure.
“What are you doing?” The question was asked with a slight pause in every word and a gulping sound at the end.
“Tasting the cream. Why?” Yumichika asked nonchalantly.
Ikkaku, who was standing next to him and had been observing intently, with eyes wide open, chided, “You’re putting on quite a show, that’s why!” He bursted out. “And people might want to eat that!” he added, with a sudden of access of well manners.
Yumi eyed him sceptically. “What people!? Everyone’s gone.” He glanced the almost empty room, only a few shinigami were left and none seemed interested in the food table. “And besides I have plans for this.” He fingered the cream again and poked Ikkaku’s nose, giggling. “I was just checking if it fits my palate and agrees with my plans.”
The bald shinigami bit his lower lips, trying not to groan. “What plans, Yumi?”
“Follow me home and you’ll find out.” Another scoop of cream left the bowl in Yumichika’s finger, traced the dark-haired’s lips, as if gloss, and got devoured in the lush mouth.
This time Ikkaku didn’t even tried to muffle his groan.
Taking the bowl, they left swiftly, paying no attention to the commotion on the inside. If Ikkaku had had his way, they would’ve shunpo home; seeing Yumichika was having calling all the shots, it took a few minutes to reach the two 11th Division officer’s house. They walked in and moved directly into the only bedroom, Yumi commanding, “Take off all your clothes.”
When Yumi was this bossy, things were surely to be fun. Ikkaku obeyed and stripped rapidly, while Yumichika changed from his shinigami uniform to a red, silk yukata, removing the feathery accessories from his eyelashes.
“Why is it that I’m buck naked and you’re wearing that?” Ikkaku questioned, mesmerized by the sight. Damn! Yumi looked good in red. Way too good, he could feel.
“Because I look beautiful in it!” Yumichika replied affectedly as if it was an obvious matter that Ikkaku was overlooking, and then eyeing the bald shinigami appreciatively, he said smirking. “I don’t see you complaining.”
He pointed to Ikkaku’s awakening member. “You look just fine to me like that. Now lay down on the floor, or else we’ll dirty the futon and you know I hate to sleep in an icky bed.”
Ikkaku acceded to the demand with a shiver, not from cold, despite the threat of snow on the freezing winter night outside. He lied down on his back, propped on his elbows, knees up and closed, covering his assets.
Yumi looked over at him, smiling, pleased with the view and quick compliance; feeling his face turn the color of his yukata as Ikka slowly and teasingly spread his legs, inviting. The elegant shinigami accepted the invite and, taking the cream bowl, joined his brawly companion on the floor, kneeling in between his thighs.
“Are you gonna put all that cream to use?” Ikkaku taunted.
Yumichika poked the cream, savouring the over sweetness, moaning in delight. Proceeding then, to pour generous amounts of it over key points of Ikkaku’s body. He topped it up with a red delicious strawberry, he’d taken from the party table, on top of Ikkaku’s shiny head.
“It matches my yukata,” he said as an explanation, letting the silk slide down his left shoulder, leaning down and moving in catlike form, lapping at the cream from Ikkaku’s yummy body. He licked the nose and the chin; sucked the neck and navel; nipped thighs and balls; bit shoulders and nipples.
Ikkaku enjoyed all of it with throaty groans and hoarse cries of pleasure, trembling every time Yumi got close to his aching erection but failed to touch it. “Will you stop teasin’? I won’t last much longer if you keep that up.” He panted heavily.
“You’re no fun. Aren’t you enjoying this?” Yumi licked the mixture of cream and pre-cum from Ikkaku’s member, moaning at the taste. It was just the right combination. The bald man under him whimpered, shutting his eyes. He reached for the bowl, coating Ikka’s penis with rest of the cream in it.
Ikkaku felt his erection twitch from the cold cream and opening one eye, he saw Yumi move on top of him. “What are you doing, Yumi?” he asked, mixed concern and need. “You haven’t...”
Yumi placed a cream covered finger to his lips. “Shhh, I’m alright.”
Ikkaku licked the finger and kept it in his mouth, suckling, as Yumi lowered himself on to him.
“OH KAMI!!!” they both screamed.
Yumi started moving slowly, trying to adjust. After a few awkward movements, seemed to find the right position and angle. One hand on Ikka’s shoulders for support, the other lost in the warm, wet mouth.
Ikkaku sucked on the slim, strong fingers, attempting not to bite them, as the warmth and tightness of Yumichika filled his senses. The slow hypnotic movements, straining him to the limit. His hands glided down Yumi’s chest, spreading the sticky cream all over, the silky fabric of the summer kimono gliding open, presenting Yumi’s glorious body in all its splendour. His hands, finally hanging onto Yumi’s perfect buns, guiding his thrusts.
“Harder.” Yumichika commanded, sensing his orgasm near.
Ikkaku complied, enraptured in the sight. “Beautiful.”
They came, hard. Seconds from each other.
Ikkaku’s hand on Yumi, not too sure when or how it had gotten there.
Yumichika leaned down and bit the strawberry that was still attached to Ikkaku’s head. “The cherry on top of the cake,” he murmured, sharing it with Ikka in a passionate, fruity kiss.
January2008©MarinLiliz
Next: What Could've Been (Byakuya/Urahara) - In Urahara shop, Byakuya waits for Renji, near a hanging mistletoe...