What Shadows Won't Hide [NC-17; Ikkaku/Yumichika]
Title: What Shadows Won't Hide
Author: worblehat
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: A sight worth seeing.
Notes: Written for springkink.
Word Count: 945
"I don't want to do it here," Ikkaku mutters but Yumichika is already pressing close, one hand at Ikkaku's waist, gripping tightly.
"No one walks by here," he promises, eyes glinting beautifully in the sun.
"You said that last time," Ikkaku responds. "I'm not falling for that shit again."
"Well this time,"continues Yumichika, as if Ikkaku wasn't staring at him with distrustful, grumpy eyes, "I'm not lying...for the most part."
"Bullshit," says Ikkaku but he doesn't resist when Yumichika's fingers slide up to his neck, urging him closer until their lips meet under the sun, bodies warm as they lean against the railing of the small, white bridge. The pond beneath is a light green, the water clear with thin green reeds floating back and forth, as if seeking the sun.
Water runs down the pebble waterway, soothing sounds filtering into the afternoon silence and Yumichika presses Ikkaku down onto the intricately-carved wooden bench. He fits easily on Ikkaku's lap, body arching in to the touch as Ikkaku's hand slips to his fly, unzipping quickly, fingers wrapping around the thick length. He strokes Yumichika quickly, his efforts bare and unfocused; the sounds falling from his mouth making the small knot of want in the pit of Yumichika's stomach spread outward, his hands kneading Ikkaku's shoulders, gripping hard as he struggles not to finish - not yet.
It's awkward work but Yumichika manages to remove his trousers far down enough for Ikkaku to slip his cock out of his borrowed jeans and rub it against him, the blunt tip pushing teasingly while two fingers slide into Yumichika's mouth. Yumichika slides his tongue around them gently, taking his time, his eyes centered on Ikkaku's face, which grows darker the further in his fingers go until they're coated with a thin sheen of wetness from Yumichika's mouth. He doesn't waste time as he places them at Yumichika's entrance, pushing in one finger - not waiting long before pushing in another. Yumichika moans and his head rolls back, just enough for the sun's rays to fall across his skin, lighting the part of his neck that is still dark from where Ikkaku bit down last time. Ikkaku's fingers fuck him crudely, both breathing hard until Yumichika whispers, "now."
Ikkaku stops briefly, asking, "are you sure no one's coming?" and Yumichika smiles as he situates himself somewhat more comfortably on top of Ikkaku, whom he know won't stop even if schools of kids were to appear out of nowhere suddenly.
Yumichika's hands shake a little as he steadies himself on Ikkaku's knees, which stay solidly in place; Ikkaku's fingers slip out and his cock pushes in immediately, stretching Yumichika roughly as he grunts through every inch.
They always do it like this, a little rushed, more roughly than necessary. Ikkaku pauses halfway, drawing himself out and letting Yumichika breath before pushing back in, slowly slowly, not stopping until he's all the way inside. Yumichika looks at him, his face masking the initial discomfort and he begins to push himself down and up, Ikkaku's cock sliding in and out in rhythm.
Ikkaku can hear children playing somewhere nearby and he wants to close his eyes, as if to block it out; but Yumichika's hands dig into his knees, nails sharp and unforgiving. It's not that Ikkaku minds the pain - they're in 11th Squad after all, where pain is an everyday occurrence; and if it isn't, you're doing something wrong and should be kicked for the sake of things. It's that Yumichika's eyes won't ever look away; that his lips curve in warning, forcing Ikkaku to keep looking.
Their bodies slide together and it feels different, doing this with a borrowed gigai; feels more restrained, which from the look on Yumichika's face, Ikkaku can tell is part of the allure. Ikkaku reaches out for Yumichika's waist, forcing his movements faster, the sweat-hot sound of slick penetration making it difficult to hold back, even with the dulled sensations.
He pulls Yumichika towards him as he comes, breathing out in quick pants against Yumichika's neck - strains of words that don't mean anything but seem to make Yumichika's body tighten. He spills deep inside Yumichika, who breathes out just once, hand working in what Ikkaku finds to be a maddeningly slow pace until he arches, coming as Ikkaku watches him.
Ikkaku never admits that seeing Yumichika come makes him harden every time, though he's sure Yumichika has figured it out, especially when he leans close and slides his tongue against Ikkaku's, moaning appreciatively.
Ikkaku slips out and tucks himself back into his jeans, waiting semi-patiently for Yumichika to stand and do the same. He stands awkwardly, pretending not to see the shocked look of two adults, standing as if frozen with panic.
"Come on, let's go already," he says, grabbing Yumichika by the elbow and pulling him along.
"This is not a graceful exit," Yumichika complains but goes along, smiling and humming a little to himself.
As they reach the border to Sereitei, Ikkaku swears and looks at Yumichika. "Why you always gotta do it in a public place to get off?"
Yumichika smirks, eyes lowered halfway in mock modesty, watching Ikkaku carefully. "I need to have my beauty appreciation."
"You've probably sent at least twenty kids to therapy just so you can orgasm," mutters Ikkaku, trying to ignore the mental projections of what such a sight usually looked like.
"Sometimes sacrifices are necessary."
"Whatever," says Ikkaku. "Just as long as we don't do it at Disneyland again." He shudders. "Nothing creepier than a huge mouse watching you during a good fuck."
"I suppose you have a point."
Author: worblehat
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: A sight worth seeing.
Notes: Written for springkink.
Word Count: 945
"I don't want to do it here," Ikkaku mutters but Yumichika is already pressing close, one hand at Ikkaku's waist, gripping tightly.
"No one walks by here," he promises, eyes glinting beautifully in the sun.
"You said that last time," Ikkaku responds. "I'm not falling for that shit again."
"Well this time,"continues Yumichika, as if Ikkaku wasn't staring at him with distrustful, grumpy eyes, "I'm not lying...for the most part."
"Bullshit," says Ikkaku but he doesn't resist when Yumichika's fingers slide up to his neck, urging him closer until their lips meet under the sun, bodies warm as they lean against the railing of the small, white bridge. The pond beneath is a light green, the water clear with thin green reeds floating back and forth, as if seeking the sun.
Water runs down the pebble waterway, soothing sounds filtering into the afternoon silence and Yumichika presses Ikkaku down onto the intricately-carved wooden bench. He fits easily on Ikkaku's lap, body arching in to the touch as Ikkaku's hand slips to his fly, unzipping quickly, fingers wrapping around the thick length. He strokes Yumichika quickly, his efforts bare and unfocused; the sounds falling from his mouth making the small knot of want in the pit of Yumichika's stomach spread outward, his hands kneading Ikkaku's shoulders, gripping hard as he struggles not to finish - not yet.
It's awkward work but Yumichika manages to remove his trousers far down enough for Ikkaku to slip his cock out of his borrowed jeans and rub it against him, the blunt tip pushing teasingly while two fingers slide into Yumichika's mouth. Yumichika slides his tongue around them gently, taking his time, his eyes centered on Ikkaku's face, which grows darker the further in his fingers go until they're coated with a thin sheen of wetness from Yumichika's mouth. He doesn't waste time as he places them at Yumichika's entrance, pushing in one finger - not waiting long before pushing in another. Yumichika moans and his head rolls back, just enough for the sun's rays to fall across his skin, lighting the part of his neck that is still dark from where Ikkaku bit down last time. Ikkaku's fingers fuck him crudely, both breathing hard until Yumichika whispers, "now."
Ikkaku stops briefly, asking, "are you sure no one's coming?" and Yumichika smiles as he situates himself somewhat more comfortably on top of Ikkaku, whom he know won't stop even if schools of kids were to appear out of nowhere suddenly.
Yumichika's hands shake a little as he steadies himself on Ikkaku's knees, which stay solidly in place; Ikkaku's fingers slip out and his cock pushes in immediately, stretching Yumichika roughly as he grunts through every inch.
They always do it like this, a little rushed, more roughly than necessary. Ikkaku pauses halfway, drawing himself out and letting Yumichika breath before pushing back in, slowly slowly, not stopping until he's all the way inside. Yumichika looks at him, his face masking the initial discomfort and he begins to push himself down and up, Ikkaku's cock sliding in and out in rhythm.
Ikkaku can hear children playing somewhere nearby and he wants to close his eyes, as if to block it out; but Yumichika's hands dig into his knees, nails sharp and unforgiving. It's not that Ikkaku minds the pain - they're in 11th Squad after all, where pain is an everyday occurrence; and if it isn't, you're doing something wrong and should be kicked for the sake of things. It's that Yumichika's eyes won't ever look away; that his lips curve in warning, forcing Ikkaku to keep looking.
Their bodies slide together and it feels different, doing this with a borrowed gigai; feels more restrained, which from the look on Yumichika's face, Ikkaku can tell is part of the allure. Ikkaku reaches out for Yumichika's waist, forcing his movements faster, the sweat-hot sound of slick penetration making it difficult to hold back, even with the dulled sensations.
He pulls Yumichika towards him as he comes, breathing out in quick pants against Yumichika's neck - strains of words that don't mean anything but seem to make Yumichika's body tighten. He spills deep inside Yumichika, who breathes out just once, hand working in what Ikkaku finds to be a maddeningly slow pace until he arches, coming as Ikkaku watches him.
Ikkaku never admits that seeing Yumichika come makes him harden every time, though he's sure Yumichika has figured it out, especially when he leans close and slides his tongue against Ikkaku's, moaning appreciatively.
Ikkaku slips out and tucks himself back into his jeans, waiting semi-patiently for Yumichika to stand and do the same. He stands awkwardly, pretending not to see the shocked look of two adults, standing as if frozen with panic.
"Come on, let's go already," he says, grabbing Yumichika by the elbow and pulling him along.
"This is not a graceful exit," Yumichika complains but goes along, smiling and humming a little to himself.
As they reach the border to Sereitei, Ikkaku swears and looks at Yumichika. "Why you always gotta do it in a public place to get off?"
Yumichika smirks, eyes lowered halfway in mock modesty, watching Ikkaku carefully. "I need to have my beauty appreciation."
"You've probably sent at least twenty kids to therapy just so you can orgasm," mutters Ikkaku, trying to ignore the mental projections of what such a sight usually looked like.
"Sometimes sacrifices are necessary."
"Whatever," says Ikkaku. "Just as long as we don't do it at Disneyland again." He shudders. "Nothing creepier than a huge mouse watching you during a good fuck."
"I suppose you have a point."