FIC: Bleach // MS Snippet
Title: Never Knows Best
Characters: Izuru, Gin
Summary: Izuru reaches a turning point.
Rating: R
Notes/Warnings: Vague porn and angst. mercy_street_rp continuity, more or less. Possibly a temp title but also quite possibly not because I suck at this game.
This isn't the worst thing Gin's done to him, not even close, but Izuru thinks it might be the one he likes least: a heavy hand tangled in his hair, pushing his face down into the pillow so hard he's afraid it might break his nose, Gin taking him from behind, quick and rough, his other hand closed around Izuru's ankle in a bruising grip that keeps his knee shoved up uncomfortably against his ribs beneath him. The position strips away the last of Izuru's comforting fallacies, denies him the kisses and glimpses of Gin's expression that help him pretend there's more to it than this, that he's more than another boy with his ass in the air. There's something breaking inside him, splintering more and more with each thrust; Izuru's not romantic enough to say it's his heart but it feels like it might be all the same. Gin tugs, pulls his leg out from under him, palms his way up around his hip, curls long fingers around Izuru's erection and brings him off in a spasm of guilt and despair.
Izuru hears something that might be a laugh, feels a familiar hot pulsing inside himself, and Gin relaxes, full weight pressing down on him, nuzzling inquisitively at the space behind Izuru's ear and down his neck before he decides where to bite. For a moment, Izuru's afraid that Gin's just going to fall asleep like that, pressed up against his back, that he'll have to lay there with the semen-stained sheet sticking to his stomach and more slipping down his thighs. But Gin moves off him after a little bit and Izuru rolls away from all of it as quickly as he can manage. He lands half off the bed, catching himself with a foot braced against the floor, the cold of it burning against his skin. Izuru can't quite bring himself to care; he hasn't entirely decided that he's not going to bolt for the shower.
"I don't want to do this anymore," he says.
There's a reason I don't really write porn, ahah. |D
Characters: Izuru, Gin
Summary: Izuru reaches a turning point.
Rating: R
Notes/Warnings: Vague porn and angst. mercy_street_rp continuity, more or less. Possibly a temp title but also quite possibly not because I suck at this game.
This isn't the worst thing Gin's done to him, not even close, but Izuru thinks it might be the one he likes least: a heavy hand tangled in his hair, pushing his face down into the pillow so hard he's afraid it might break his nose, Gin taking him from behind, quick and rough, his other hand closed around Izuru's ankle in a bruising grip that keeps his knee shoved up uncomfortably against his ribs beneath him. The position strips away the last of Izuru's comforting fallacies, denies him the kisses and glimpses of Gin's expression that help him pretend there's more to it than this, that he's more than another boy with his ass in the air. There's something breaking inside him, splintering more and more with each thrust; Izuru's not romantic enough to say it's his heart but it feels like it might be all the same. Gin tugs, pulls his leg out from under him, palms his way up around his hip, curls long fingers around Izuru's erection and brings him off in a spasm of guilt and despair.
Izuru hears something that might be a laugh, feels a familiar hot pulsing inside himself, and Gin relaxes, full weight pressing down on him, nuzzling inquisitively at the space behind Izuru's ear and down his neck before he decides where to bite. For a moment, Izuru's afraid that Gin's just going to fall asleep like that, pressed up against his back, that he'll have to lay there with the semen-stained sheet sticking to his stomach and more slipping down his thighs. But Gin moves off him after a little bit and Izuru rolls away from all of it as quickly as he can manage. He lands half off the bed, catching himself with a foot braced against the floor, the cold of it burning against his skin. Izuru can't quite bring himself to care; he hasn't entirely decided that he's not going to bolt for the shower.
"I don't want to do this anymore," he says.
There's a reason I don't really write porn, ahah. |D