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saviorcomplexed) wrote2025-03-17 12:16 pm
saviorcomplexed) wrote2025-03-17 12:16 pm
[ He groans, leaning in against Ichigo's body, his face, his neck. He feels overheated and sweaty, even with the shower still on - it's as if the heat comes from inside, somehow, locked beneath his skin and blooming faster, more insistently, with every second that passes like this. Ichigo touches him steadily, brushing over the sensitive head of his cock on every stroke down the shaft and he's gasping from it, fingers digging into Ichigo's waist and shoulder where he's currently clinging on with no dignity whatsoever. He needs to - oh, he needs - his balls tighten up harshly, abruptly, against Ichigo's fingers and suddenly, he can't breathe. Pleasure erupting throughout his body, he pushes his forehead almost desperately against Ichigo's shoulder, feeling himself pulse between his fingers. He comes in hot spurts, a long, overwhelming orgasm - he's never felt anything like it before.
The water, of course, does away with the evidence rather quickly but the feeling of it rages through his body for seconds even after he's stopped coming, the darkness behind his eyelids exploding in light. He doesn't even realise he's buried his teeth in the meat of Ichigo's shoulder again, not before some innate, unthinking part of him thinks stop and he pulls off before he can actually break the skin.
Blinking blearily down at his handiwork - this time around, the teeth marks are blatant, a bruise more so than anything else - he kisses the skin there softly. Thinks about Ichigo, walking around for the next couple of days with his markings on his body underneath all those ghastly human clothes and feels a deep, somewhat odd satisfaction at the thought.
Though this gigai isn't his real body, he'll feel the echoes of Ichigo's touch for days as well.
It's another way to even out the field between them, perhaps.
Muscles trembling, he leans back against the tiles, letting the water spray hit him as it falls and opening his arms towards Ichigo in invitation. He looks at him through strands of hair sticking to his face, through a fog of pleasure and with the memories of rain at the back of his mind. ]
The water, of course, does away with the evidence rather quickly but the feeling of it rages through his body for seconds even after he's stopped coming, the darkness behind his eyelids exploding in light. He doesn't even realise he's buried his teeth in the meat of Ichigo's shoulder again, not before some innate, unthinking part of him thinks stop and he pulls off before he can actually break the skin.
Blinking blearily down at his handiwork - this time around, the teeth marks are blatant, a bruise more so than anything else - he kisses the skin there softly. Thinks about Ichigo, walking around for the next couple of days with his markings on his body underneath all those ghastly human clothes and feels a deep, somewhat odd satisfaction at the thought.
Though this gigai isn't his real body, he'll feel the echoes of Ichigo's touch for days as well.
It's another way to even out the field between them, perhaps.
Muscles trembling, he leans back against the tiles, letting the water spray hit him as it falls and opening his arms towards Ichigo in invitation. He looks at him through strands of hair sticking to his face, through a fog of pleasure and with the memories of rain at the back of his mind. ]
Please confirm:
- your identity
- that this is your number going forwards
- your current date, time and location for the sake of proper calibration between our devices
Signed (for transparency),
Kuchiki Byakuya
- your identity
- that this is your number going forwards
- your current date, time and location for the sake of proper calibration between our devices
Signed (for transparency),
Kuchiki Byakuya
It's Ichigo.
None of that other crap is necessary. It's Ichigo. Clear?
None of that other crap is necessary. It's Ichigo. Clear?
Exceedingly so. I suppose one out of three is a remarkable turnover.
They sprout from the soil in a very particular meadow south-east of Rukongai.
Yeah? so, you just pick 'em like flowers? I wasn't sure you were allowed to do that as Clan Head.
Picking a telephone is obviously something else. But no, indeed, that is why I have servants.
Cellphone.
Tell them they seem to have picked a good one.
Tell them they seem to have picked a good one.
I refuse to pay a compliment to the 12th. Or worse, to Urahara Kisuke.
Are you well?
Are you well?
The job I told you I'd just gotten...
An assignment came in a week and a half ago. It's taking up all my free time.
An assignment came in a week and a half ago. It's taking up all my free time.
Then I shouldn't disturb you. How long will it take?
You aren't disturbing me. I'll just work harder on the other side.
Probably two-three months. I've got uni on the side, after all.
Probably two-three months. I've got uni on the side, after all.
Having you work harder to make up for my disruptions is not ideal. Surely, you can structure your days more efficiently.
There's only 24 hours in the day and seven days in the week! I need to eat, too! At least get an hour of sleep or something!
Those are all extremely unimpressive arguments. Ask Renji for help.
Renji's got enough on his plate.
I don't wanna be a burden.
I don't wanna be a burden.
I guess I can't expect you to start saying sensical stuff from one day to the next, huh?
[ Just to prove a point. Byakuya is making perfect sense, he just doesn't wanna give him the satisfaction, okay. ]
[ Just to prove a point. Byakuya is making perfect sense, he just doesn't wanna give him the satisfaction, okay. ]
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