Abandon Chapter 2
Title: Abandon
Chapter 2: Abandon
Author: Moi
Warnings: NC-17. For DE SMEX
Disclaimer: Working on acquiring rights to Bleach through shady backdoor deals. But yeah, it's still Kubo sensei's for nowwww
"Nanao-chan? Why are you here so late at night? Have you come to seduce me?"
"Yes, yes i have."
Kyouraku Shunsui blinked.
His Nanao Chan was standing at his door, telling him that she was there in the middle of the night to indulge in all sorts of naughty nocturnal activities with him. Ise Nanao. Naughty nocturnal activities.
Kyouraku Shunsui blinked again.
Nanao just stood in front of him tapping her dainty foot on the ground, impatiently waiting for the shock to wear off looking more than a little ticked off. Shunsui had to struggle to control his suddenly overactive imagination.
Letting out his breath with a whoosh, he pulled his stunned features into the most adorable smile he could.
“Ah, my Nanao Chan is such a wit-” a single fingertip on his mouth cut him off midsentence. His mouth dried at the look in her eyes.
“I’m not joking Taichou. Moreover, our relationship isn’t completely platonic, or is it? “She sashayed past him and reached up to unclasp her hairclip. The sleeves of her uniform slipped to her elbows, exposing her delicate wrists the lovely lines of her arms. He felt his sanity skim away along with the cloth.
“It’s supposed to be, Nanao.” Her glasses were somehow off and he could see into the deep darkness of her eyes.
His voice was suddenly so serious that she looked at him over her shoulder, her hair cascading down as her precise movements with the hairclip accomplished their goal. He was still leaning on the door, silent unmoving and grave, making her resolve waver more than a little.
She summoned all the courage she had to walk to him and lean into his chest, slowly sliding the door shut with a single graceful shift of her arm. He was swamped by her proximity and her scent, rainwater and pears.
He was brooding and she had the feeling that he both all too aware of her and at the same time too lost in himself to make a move. She remedied it by chastely pressing her lips to his. He froze, stiffened for just a moment before his lips softened against hers. She pulled away, lowering her head so he couldn’t see her eyes as she fiddled with the fold of his yukata, unconsciously arranging it.
“You’re not letting it. I thought I could ignore everything, I used to be able to you know. I could ignore everything and pretend that I didn’t notice how my heart jumped when you said something stupid about me. Or how I wanted to kill Matsumoto when your eyes rested on her for too long.”
His brain screamed incongruously for him to run away from her as fast as he could; his body, to just take her in his arms and fulfill that grinding need that had been brewing between them for so long.
“Nanao…” she leaned her forehead gently against his chest; her breath was fire on his skin. It was odd how he couldn’t think, like a schoolboy in front of his first crush. He was utterly tongue-tied, couldn’t manage to force anything but her name past his lips while his brain screeched up a cacophony inside his head.
“No. I want you to know, even though I know it doesn’t make a difference, even if it doesn’t change anything. Remember that day you read out that ridiculous poetry to me beneath the sakura trees? I think I’ve been in love with you ever since, I just didn’t know it.”
She looked up at him then, and though her voice was full of tears, her eyes were dry and luminous in the warm lamplight.
“I don’t expect the words back, Taichou. We both know this would be disastrous to our careers. I’m only asking for tonight. Will you?” she couldn’t bring herself to cheapen her feelings more by saying it.
Her heart swelled with something incomprehensible when he leaned down and kissed her forehead, her eyes, the tip of her nose, her cheeks. Whispered her name before claiming her lips with his.
He tasted like sake and underneath that of something she couldn’t place as anything other than him. His lips were soft and firm and smooth at the same time and the way they moved over hers left her dizzy and wanting. His tongue followed her harsh intake of breath, making her moan in pleasure, making her melt in his arms and tangle her fingers in his hair as he carried her to the futon.
He hulked over her small frame, all bronzed muscle and hard planes, his weight pressing her into the softness of the bedding. She let her restless hands explore him, surprised to feel that his shirt was open, and even more surprised to find hers missing altogether. His tongue was exploring her mouth, sweeping through in long lazy strokes that sent shivers of desire straight to her core. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth making her arch up against him, gasping.
Her fingertips brushed over his unshaven cheeks, the line of his jaw, tracing his collarbone, driving him mad. He snatched up one of her roving hands, brought it to his mouth and kissed the tips of her fingers. Her breath hitched in the most adorable way, her eyes vulnerable and oh so wanting. His body burned with desire but tonight wasn’t for him. He prayed to whatever deity was listening for there to be more nights like this one, for her to let him…
“Open up for me,” he whispered, breathing harshly against her swollen mouth and then impatiently pushed her chin down with his thumb. His tongue shot past her lips, tearing a gasp from her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. What was a man supposed to do with such a willing, innocent, candid temptress who seemed hell-bent on unwittingly seducing him into losing all control?
“Kiss me. Kiss me back, Nanao,” he whispered and fused his mouth with hers again, tongue sliding in, this time to play with hers. She arched against him, pressing against his hardness. He gasped and reached up to caress her breasts.
She was struggling for breath, as his hands continued their pleasure-torture, his mouth dragging across her cheek to suck on the curve of her jaw. She groaned as his teeth scraped down her neck and bit at the dip in her collarbone. Her nails dug into his back.
Abandon, all she could do was abandon herself to the sensations that went singing through her. He didn’t know what she did to make him want her so badly but it worked. He captured her lips again and this time she fought for the advantage. He broke the kiss suddenly and wrapping his arms around her waist, lifted them both until he was kneeling and she was straddling his legs, her own wrapped around his waist. The feeling of her pelvis pressed to his was almost too much to take; his pants restricted him painfully.
“Shunsui! What are you doing to me?” she moaned and fused her lips to his. He tugged at her full bottom lip and then left her mouth, traveling down. She whimpered, or maybe it was him, there was no way to be sure. The world was melting into a myriad of colors, like a watercolor left out in the rain.
His hand closed over her breast, tearing a gasp from her and she arched into his hand. She nearly screamed with pleasure when his mouth followed, fingers tangled in his hair, clutching his mouth in place. He moved on to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. By the time his mouth returned to hers, she felt like a burning, quivering mass of jelly. Hunger flared up inside her and she tore at his shirt, desperate to touch him back, to feel his skin against hers. He helped her by roughly pulling it off and crushing her against his bare chest, mouth hungering against hers. He felt like silk over steel, every muscle she ran her hands over was taut and she felt like she couldn’t get enough of just the feeling of his bare flesh. She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, running her hands over his strong arms as her action made his hands grip her hips harder.
She was kissing down his chest, pushing him back to allow her more access, and he felt the last of his blood draining toward a very specific area. He couldn’t take this anymore. His hips bucked up against her repeatedly, needily while his hand tangled in her hair, encouraging her. He groaned as her lips found his nipples and pulled one into her mouth. He couldn’t take it anymore; if he let her go on for even one more second he would explode in his pants. He jerked her lips up to his own in a fiery kiss before coaxing her onto her back, struggling with her hakama. She helped him by arching her hips off the floor so he could slide them off. He made quick work of her panties and his fingers were touching her, making her whimper with so many needs.
He found her hands planted against his chest, and before he knew it he was on his back and she was lowering herself onto his length and the world was closing in on him until there was only her, only her. Her fire was eating away at him, eroding the definite lines of dreams and reality, stripping him of his sanity with every clean movement of her body. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes and when he did, he didn’t trust himself to blink.
He was so hard and so hot and so there that she nearly wept for the joy that rushed through her in a dizzying wave as she began to move over him, back and forth and in little circles that made him grind his teeth and dig his fingers into her hips to make her move on and off. She had the most radiant smile on her face, full of power and knowledge and secrets he could never hope to find out but how he wished to. The ability to think was slipping from his fingers now, along with his control.
He flipped her over quickly, so she wouldn’t be able to fight it, but her smile gave him the vague impression that he had only succeeded because she let him. He couldn’t bring himself to care, not when she was tightening around him just so…
She cried out with his first thrust, her eyes glazing over with shocked pleasure and he found himself wondering absently what sort of lovers she had taken before who weren’t able to make her feel even this. His ego surged and he designed every thrust for her pleasure. She released a low scream and he felt her muscles clench around him in a velvet fist that nearly broke his control but he couldn’t finish yet, not when he had so much more to show her.
He waited for the spasms to subside, reveling in her surprised gaze when she discovered him still hard inside her, even more in her harsh gasp against his mouth when he began to move again, harder, more selfish this time.
“Nanao,” his voice rasped against her ear.
It had been amazing, mind-blowing and the fact that he wasn’t done yet, that there may be more excited her like nothing had ever before. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, sliding in deeper, harder making her scream with every plunge inside her. He was grinding against her hyper-sensitive flesh, and the burning wall of pleasure was going to slam into her any moment now.
“Nanao, come for me. Come for me now.” He cried out her name when she did.
She came harder than before, the waves of her pleasure taking him with her as he spilled himself inside her, gasping against her shoulder, shivering and shaking with the force of it. It was out of his mouth before he knew it.
“I love you.” He could have sworn she laughed as the tears that had been in her voice finally flowed from her eyes.