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Getaway	By : Darkprism Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Shuuhei gingerly closed the door to the bedroom and sighed. It was six a.m., Kisuke had slept through Shuuhei waking, cleaning up in the bathroom, and apparently through his leaving. Shuuhei turned and walked fast toward the main hall, and when he spotted the man who brought them dinner the night before, Shuuhei broke into a jog.
"Excuse me?" Shuuhei said, trying to be quiet.
"Yes, sir?" the man asked, regarding Shuuhei with a blank expression.
"Uh... I don't really know how this works, but if we could get-- "
"Breakfast and new linens to your room, sir? Of course. Right away."
"Oh, uh, not the, uh... sheets -- those're fine. For the moment." Shuuhei told himself firmly not to fucking blush.
"I see, sir. I'll make the preparations based on prior preferences."
"Thanks?"
The man nodded and pivoted sharply on his heel, heading, presumably, toward the kitchen. Blowing out a breath and scratching idly at his stomach, Shuuhei glanced up the stairs, bit his lip, and got out his cell phone as he ducked into a lounge. He hit buttons, and on the second ring, Renji answered.
"Hello?" Shuuhei asked after a second of silence.
"Shhh!" Renji hissed.
"Sorry!" Shuuhei whispered and waited. Rustling, movement, a soft curse, and then something dull in the background before Renji sighed.
"Sorry. Byakuya clings like a fuckin' lamprey in his sleep. Now... What the fuck Hisagi? It's six in the goddamned morning."
"Yeah... I know..." Shuuhei said.
"...and this is me waiting on you to get your head out of your ass and tell me what's up."
"I don't know," Shuuhei groused.
"Bullshit."
"Yeah..."
A very short pause. "Still waiting, Shuu."
"Right, right... sorry I woke you up."
"Oh I was going to get up in a few hours, anyway. Might as well get it done early." Renji snorted. "Everything okay?"
"I think so."
Renji sighed, put upon. "Did we have a good time last night?"
"Yeah," Shuuhei mumbled.
"Good. So." Renji's voice turned devious. "Who did who?"
"I do love how you cut to the damned chase." Shuuhei shook his head.
"It's part of the charm. Did I mention I ain't really patient before sunrise?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Shit." Shuuhei hesitated. It was surely a sign of insanity that he was turning to Renji for anything approaching comfort.
"Shuu?"
"Huh?"
"For the love of--"
"He did me," Shuuhei said quickly. "And it was really fuckin' good. But we're switching sides today."
"Nice!" Renji said enthusiastically. "...and?"
"And what?"
"I don't know, asshole, you called me!"
Shuuhei didn't say anything.
"And you're nervous as seven hells, right?" Renji said.
"Yeah..."
"And hot for it?"
"…yeah..."
"He tell you what he wants?"
"Mm-hm..." Shuuhei's cock stirred. He definitely remembered what Kisuke wanted.
"Then just do that. You can, man, trust me. It's a little weird at first, but then they start moaning, and it gets really, really good after that."
Shuuhei leaned against a wall, shoulders unwinding. "Right."
"And just ask if you get lost. Byakuya likes that shit; makes me sound fuckin' innocent. Apparently."
Shuuhei laughed and covered his mouth. "He's shittin' you, Ren."
"Probably." The grin was clear in Renji's voice. "But I don't care."
"I get that, yeah."
Renji grunted. "Just remember to breathe and channel the urge not to stroke your dick or fuck him senseless when you loose sight of the game plan. That's usually the important part: resisting temptation to suck or fuck. Hard, man..."
Yes, actually it's definitely getting there. Thanks for reminding me.
Shuuhei grimaced. "Uh... thanks... Renji..."
"I'm serious!" Renji said, defensively, and then cussed quietly. "Fuck... Sir's awake... gotta go tell him why I'm hidin' in the goddamned closet."
"You're what?" Shuuhei asked, but the line was dead.
Stuffing the phone back in his pocket and grateful despite his better judgment for Renji's brand of moral support, Shuuhei crept out of the lounge and ran back up the stairs. He didn't know when food would arrive -- hopefully soon. He was fucking starving. But he wanted to get back in bed and wrapped around Kisuke before the man woke up and they ate breakfast.
Once again slipping into the room in silence, Shuuhei smiled to find Kisuke exactly as he'd left him: on one side, sprawled, and breathing deep and even. Shuuhei shucked his jeans and shorts and carefully climbed back into bed. No way could he sleep anymore, but he could rest and hold Kisuke.
And that was better than run of the mill sleep any day, in Shuuhei's unhumble opinion.
~*~
Coming to consciousness, Kisuke felt a warm body pressed against his back, arms wrapped about his body, and soft breathing between his shoulder blades. He kept his eyes closed and stroked the forearms about his torso. Last night's dreams had been incoherent, without anxiety or fear; just flashes of mouth against strong mouth, skin against sweaty skin, and the sounds of a helpless Shuuhei under his hands.
Resting, Kisuke soaked up the sheer delight of being held by the young man he had both abused and made love to. The wonder of it still befuddled him, but it was obvious that Shuuhei was still fond of him this morning -- no backlash against the strenuous scene of the night before -- and no less tender.
Small motions and Shuuhei's flexing hands told Kisuke that Shuuhei was awake. "Good morning?" he murmured.
"It is," Shuuhei rumbled. "Both good and morning." Lips pressed to Kisuke's shoulder and against the side of his neck.
Kisuke hummed softly. "Oh good." Turning, Kisuke nuzzled under Shuuhei's chin, liking the warmth he found there, and held Shuuhei close. He felt lazy, and it was utterly delightful to touch Shuuhei as much as he wanted. Shuuhei hugged Kisuke, and for long moments there was nothing but breathing and the sound of birds outside.
"Sleep okay?" Shuuhei whispered, one hand stroking Kisuke's back.
Kisuke nodded against Shuuhei's throat. "Yes. Very well. You?"
"Like a brick." Shuuhei shifted and his hand crept until fingers finally settled at Kisuke's nape, lightly rubbing. "Got up a little early. And I think breakfast is coming to us."
Kisuke leaned his forehead against Shuuhei's collarbone. "Excellent. You've learned how this household works. And nice to know that you slept so well. Will be useful later."
"Oh? Plan on wearing me out?" Shuuhei said, smile in his voice, and his fingers dug deeper into Kisuke's neck.
Kisuke moaned and relaxed into the probing touch, one hand wrapping about Shuuhei's waist, eyes closing. "Mmm... no... I just... this is going to sound odd, but I find it takes more energy and gives me more anxiety when I'm in charge of a scene than when I'm subjected to one. It may be different for you."
"You think too much before coffee." Shuuhei throatily chuckled and continued his impromptu massage, slowly working Kisuke's neck before rubbing back down.
"Too true." Kisuke breathed a soft groan at the pressure. "Too true." With the admonishment, he smiled into the sheets and lay against Shuuhei's warmth.
Shuuhei worked at a knot in Kisuke's shoulder until a knock came at the door. "I got it," he said with a quick kiss to Kisuke's temple. He scrambled out of bed, eyed his clothing on the floor, winked at Kisuke, and went to answer the door. Kisuke smothered laughter in a pillow and watched.
"Good morn...ing, sir," said a polite female voice that only faltered for a second in the middle of the greeting.
"Oh. Uh, hey," Shuuhei said, opening the door wider and stepping partially behind it. "That smells amazing." The woman made to push a cart into the room, but Shuuhei held up a hand. "It's okay. I got it."
"Certainly, sir. Anything... else?" She managed to maintain eye contact, but her lips twitched.
"Ah... no. Thanks." Shuuhei stayed behind the door.
"Of course. Have a... lovely morning." The girl nodded, Shuuhei laughed an embarrassed laugh, dragged in the cart, and kicked the door closed.
Kisuke hid his laughter by going face down into the pillow, only coming up when he was sure he wasn’t grinning. "What did they prepare for us?"
"Food, I hope," Shuuhei quipped, rolling the cart closer, slightly red about the ears and cheeks. "Guy said something about 'prior preferences?'"
Kisuke blinked. "Now I am intrigued." He sat up on the bed and removed the covers to find two plates of stuffed French Toast dusted with powdered sugar and with jam and peanut butter oozing out the sides. Bacon, orange juice, coffee with cream, and a bowl of peeled and sliced peaches in their own golden juice accompanied the plates.
"Nice," Kisuke murmured. "I guess these were based off my preferences from spring."
"Oh," Shuuhei said, almost like he was about to say something else but then reached for the coffee, instead. "Starving," he said, glancing up at Kisuke with a half-smile.
Kisuke tilted his head, hoping Shuuhei would take it as an invitation to say what he held back. "Indeed…" He added cream to his coffee and dug into his French toast with gusto, and decided to fish for what was bothering Shuuhei. "Though the peaches are definitely end of summer. There were wild strawberries in the spring."
"You were here in spring?" Shuuhei asked as he sat next to Kisuke on the bed. He sipped coffee and cut into the food, grabbing a slice of bacon.
Kisuke nodded, glad that Shuuhei asked. "It was a business meeting about a chemical etching process for minerals. I still do a little research, and it was mutually advantageous to meet with Kuchiki's jewelry interests back then."
"Sounds delightful," Shuuhei said, drinking juice with a cocked brow and a sidelong glance at Kisuke.
"It was," Kisuke said. "In a frustrating but fruitful way. It took not just a demonstration, but actual instruction before they understood how to use the process. Still, once they understood, I was happy to sell them the patent so they could do all the work."
"You? Pawn work on someone else? Come on..." Shuuhei said between bites.
Kisuke laughed at being so known and relaxed. "So true. It just gets boring after I've figured out how it should work."
"Mmhm," Shuuhei said, still teasing, and they happily bantered over breakfast. When they finished, they set all their used dishes on the cart, and Kisuke pushed it out into the hallway.
"They'll take care of it," Kisuke said, still heavy-lidded and sleepy, and being full only added to the feeling of laziness.
Running a hand over the back of his neck, Shuuhei walked over to Kisuke and pulled him into a loose hug. "Last day here... think I should spend it all with my hands on you if I can." He smiled at Kisuke: playful, heated, and something else that ran deeper in his dark eyes.
Much of what Kisuke loved about Shuuhei was that he never quite knew exactly what Shuuhei was thinking. He couldn't read the tattoo artist the way he could read most of his acquaintances, whether that was because Shuuhei always did the unexpected or if that was because Shuuhei wasn't as driven by avarice as the usual man Kisuke had never been able to tell.
Kisuke liked it that way.
Holding Shuuhei, Kisuke murmured, "I'd enjoy that very much."
Shuuhei's lips met Kisuke's in a kiss, thumb sliding to rest on Kisuke's hipbone. He pet the skin there, pulling back to glance over Kisuke's body in one long drag of his gaze. "Mmm... shower?"
"Yes. Please." Kisuke stole another kiss, enjoying the texture and taste of Shuuhei's mouth. "I'd like that."
Shuuhei flashed a crooked grin at Kisuke and turned him around, lips on Kisuke's neck as they walked toward the bathroom. Shuuhei hit the light when they crossed the threshold and playfully nibbled Kisuke's shoulder.
Kisuke made a soft sound of pleasure and disengaged from Shuuhei to step over and into the shower, turning on the water. He stood under the hot cascade and remembered how Shuuhei had taken him, precisely as he'd asked, and his cock began to firm and fill at the memory. Behind him, Shuuhei grabbed a razor and gel off the counter and stepped into the shower to join Kisuke. He set the things aside and got under the spray, tilting his head back and running his hands over his hair.
Kisuke slid close to Shuuhei and stroked his skin, along the lines of the vines and flowers. "Why did you pick these flowers for your garden? What are their secrets?"
Shuuhei blinked away water running into his eyes and tilted his head forward, fingertips glancing over Kisuke's waist, careful not to impede Kisuke's touches. "The heart with the knife is to remind me that things can hurt, but there's still good to be had. So it got the purple flower, the largest one. The one on my back..." Shuuhei shivered as Kisuke's fingers idly traced the red flower over his shoulder blade.
"The skull watches what's behind me. Also reminds me that the past is dead. Red for hunger, ferocity. And the last one..." Shuuhei waited until Kisuke's hand covered the smaller flower near his heart. "See's what's ahead and has room to grow."
Bending, Kisuke kissed the blue bloom, lips lingering as his heart ached at the image of Shuuhei allowing for an unknown future. "Beautiful and meaningful, I love how each of these took thought and impetus."
"Yeah... some of my work was me learning, but the vines and garden," Shuuhei smiled, "As you call it... that's all... me..."
Kisuke nodded and smiled, pushing water-soaked hair out of his eyes. Shuuhei caught Kisuke and guided him closer, hand slipping between them to cup over him, and Kisuke arched into the touch. The crooked grin was back, and Shuuhei leaned his forehead against Kisuke's. "Feel like humoring me, Kisuke?"
Kisuke looked into Shuuhei's eyes. The thrill of Shuuhei taking charge and the uncertainty of not knowing exactly what he was agreeing to made Kisuke harden more. Trusting Shuuhei proved to be alarmingly easy. "I do, Shuuhei. It's an simple thing to do with you."
Shuuhei laughed. "Good." Slowly Shuuhei walked Kisuke until his back met tile, between faucets spraying water, and kissed him again: longer and with a soft hum that Kisuke echoed, before he pulled away. "Stay right there," he said softly.
"All right." Kisuke watched Shuuhei, and his mind tumbled about, the sensation of being taken so hard was foremost in his head and now associated with the warm water running down his hair, face, and body.
Shuuhei turned, retrieving the razor and can of gel from the bench. He stepped back over to Kisuke, dark eyes observant and expression tender but mischievous.
Kisuke smiled uncertainly, head tilting to expose his throat. He wondered if the Friday night shave that helped get him here was something Shuuhei wanted to repeat. It was unusual, and the thought of Shuuhei dragging a blade, even a protected safety blade, across Kisuke's pulse made him swallow on a flood of desire.
Shuuhei bent and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Kisuke's throat, tongue rasping along the stubble.
"Oh... God?" Kisuke said and couldn't help ending the statement in a question as Shuuhei leaned back, put the razor's handle between his teeth, and sank to one knee in front of Kisuke. Kisuke gazed down, bemused, and bit his lip on the question of what Shuuhei was doing.
Shuuhei chuffed a laugh around the handle of the razor, filled his hand full of foamy gel, and, with a wink up at Kisuke, he began to spread blue shaving cream over the dark blond curls above Kisuke's cock. Eyes widening, Kisuke let loose a soft questioning whimper, before he spread his legs a little, put his arms against the wall, and held very, very still.
With an approving sound, Shuuhei finished with the gel and retrieved the razor from between his teeth. "Breathe, Kisuke," Shuuhei said, sounding pleased with himself. "If I nick you, I'll let you take it out on my ass." Shuuhei set the razor on skin and dragged it through foam.
"Nngghh," Kisuke said breathlessly. "Right... I'll...no... don't....need to indulge my...oh, Lords and Ladies but you do that so rapidly... uhm…desire to...uhh....take anything out on your...gorgeous...mmnuhh... ass, Shuuhei."
"I dunno... I might like you to indulge my ass once in a while," Shuuhei quipped, moving the razor with fast, deft skill. He flung it clear in the water and, after another coating of gel to the area directly around Kisuke's base, used his other hand to move skin or pull it taut as necessary.
Kisuke wasn't sure if he would just faint right there or somehow manage to get off, as the sure movements of Shuuhei's hand turned him on all the more. "Have you... ngh... uhm... done this often?"
Shuuhei absently shifted Kisuke's cock to the side and dragged the razor in three slides: quick, quick, slow. "Quite a few times, actually."
"Oh good," Kisuke said, and refused to admit that it was in a voice that was more like a squeak. "Anything I might do to make it easier?"
"Hold still," Shuuhei answered, obviously trying not to laugh.
"Right. Okay," Kisuke said, oddly relieved by the fact that Shuuhei was so amused. This didn't seem to be fazing the younger man at all, and the sheer speed and way Shuuhei angled the blade truly did indicate... Kisuke's train of thought got derailed again at the tug-slide against very sensitive skin.
After a tense moment, Shuuhei affectionately chuckled and kissed Kisuke's thigh. "And now you can move over to the bench and put one leg up on it."
Kisuke waited until the blade was completely clear, took a breath, and walked over to the bench. The water ran in ways he'd never felt before over the skin of his crotch, and Kisuke tried not to walk bowlegged. He put one leg up on the bench and leaned against the wall while Shuuhei grabbed the gel.
Shuuhei maneuvered to kneel in front of Kisuke. "Perfect," Shuuhei said, examining Kisuke's crotch with a calculating expression before getting more gel to smear over the skin where leg met body. He turned the razor in his hand and got back to work, taking advantage of the water pressure to clean the razor between each slower swipe.
Kisuke closed his eyes and focused on the sound of the water, the cool tile under his feet, and tried not to let each gentle tug and pull channel fear. Kisuke breathed and relaxed, trusting Shuuhei and letting the man do as he liked.
Shuuhei finished one side and moved to the other, gently pushing Kisuke's stance wider and moving delicate body parts out of his way. After a small age of scraping razor and steamy water, Shuuhei leaned to kiss Kisuke's hip.
"Could you reach down and hold yourself out of the way? Having a third hand for the balls makes things much easier."
"Shuuhei..." Kisuke murmured. "Goodness. All right." He reached down and gently but firmly held his stiffening cock out of the way, sighing with just an edge of moan. "This is definitely turning me on. I should have asked how often do you do this to other men? Or is it mostly to yourself?"
"Both," Shuuhei husked, kissing and tasting the skin to a low tone from Kisuke before he covered trickier parts with gel. "Done a bit of shaving in my line of work. Sometimes people want help, sometimes people need help. Hard to shave your own back."
Gently Shuuhei straightened skin, applied gel, and glanced up with a knowing but relaxed smile.

Kisuke sighed, feeling a slow ache at the thought of Shuuhei helping others. It just seemed so much like the intense young man that he sighed. The touch of Shuuhei's fingers on him only served to make him all the more aware of how much he trusted Shuuhei and of how good it felt. "I... uhm... take it that not a lot of men are up to shaving their own... Lords of Night, you’re going to shave everything, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am," Shuuhei replied. "Take it no one's done this to you before?" He eased wrinkled skin smooth with an expert tug and began pulling the razor through foam in short, light strokes.
"Mm... ahh..." Kisuke fought the urge to flinch and pull away. "You're... yes... this is... ahh... a first for me."
"You're doing great," Shuuhei said, palming Kisuke's balls and manipulating flesh to make room for the blade, rinsing with quick flicks in the water. "Always find the reactions interesting. Some whimper." The razor dragged, got ran through water, came back warm and careful on Kisuke's skin. "Some just tell me to cut it the hell out. I haven't done this kind of close work for tattoos before." Shuuhei smirked. "Strictly personal, not business."
"That's good to know." Kisuke closed his eyes again, realizing that he was shutting himself in with the sensations but unable to help it. "You're so careful, but it's hard... hard for me to... just be still. Good to know other people sometimes have--" Kisuke stifled a gasp when Shuuhei tugged one ball and scraped it clear of hair. "And I can't imagine tattoos..."
"It's tricky," Shuuhei said, getting a handful of water and brushing his thumb over shorn skin, slicing the blade over one patch he missed. "Never done it to anyone, myself, but I know a guy who's damned good at it... straps people down to work... think we're almost done."
"Oh, Lord, I... uhm. Can you get clear just a second?" Kisuke felt Shuuhei retreat, and he shuddered hard, all over. He sighed and leaned against the bench and the wall again. "All right. I think that did what I needed. Feel free to continue."
Shuuhei laughed, loudly, then stood and brushed his lips over Kisuke's. "Okay, then. Mind facing the bench, bending over, and spreading your legs?"
"Oh." Kisuke swallowed heat, nerves, and all else. "I think I'm going to need more of a kiss and a hold before I do that, Shuuhei, but I will." Kisuke sighed and slid his arms about Shuuhei, the water sluicing down and the warmth easing him, though all the skin about his cock and balls tingled.
Shuuhei set the razor on the bench and wrapped Kisuke up in his arms, tilted his head to claim Kisuke's mouth in a hungry kiss that was at odds with the careful control and easy nature Shuuhei had while on his knees with the razor. Kisuke matched lick for lash, groaning into the kiss, and Shuuhei pressed Kisuke into the wall; hands clutching at Kisuke's skin, soft moan rumbling up his throat. Kisuke pulled Shuuhei closer, hands sliding, and Shuuhei whimpered with need.
"Yes," Kisuke whispered, and felt a part of him melt and buckle at the evident desire Shuuhei had for him. ”Good. Oh gods and goddesses, that's perfect. Thank you."
"I should thank you," Shuuhei rumbled, lips sliding up Kisuke's jaw line to his ear, hand petting his lower back. "For trusting me without even a question. That means a lot to me, because it's you... and I know you, Kisuke. I know what it means for you not to ask and just have faith." Shuuhei kissed behind Kisuke's ear.
Kisuke was grateful for the water running over his face, as though he was unsure if he could or would shed tears, it didn't matter here. For all kinds of reasons. "It's... it's easier with you."
"I know what you mean," Shuuhei said, shifting Kisuke to hold him closer and speak in his ear, tongue gently teasing the rim once before he spoke again.
"Thought about what you asked; said you wanted. I don't think I can do something that'll hurt. Not yet. Took me years to take a tattoo gun to someone else." Shuuhei chuckled. "Won't take me years with you, but it's you, and I want to be careful. So, thought about what I could do, and this..." Shuuhei trailed off, one hand slipping between them to cup Kisuke's balls. Kisuke's body arched into Shuuhei's touch, and he bit his lip on a gasp. "Is part of it. Painless... but I... think you'll like it. Combined with everything else you asked for -- which I'm more than happy to do."
Kisuke managed to nod as he found his breath again. "That makes sense to me. And I can see how this takes as much trust as the other, and if you're solid with doing things this way, then I'll be happy to experience what you have for me."
Shuuhei sighed and hugged Kisuke tighter, lips moving to kiss down his neck and over his shoulder. "Okay... good... then when you want, we'll go to the bench." Shuuhei's hand moved from Kisuke's balls to his cock, teasingly stroking with a ring of thumb and forefinger. "Take your time..."
Kisuke let himself gasp, body moving to Shuuhei's strokes. He chuckled breathlessly and squeezed Shuuhei one last time before turning to put his forearms on the bench, head down on them, hips up in the air, and legs spread.
Shuuhei's breathing stuttered behind Kisuke, and warm, wet lips planted kisses down the line of Kisuke's spine. "Jesus... seeing you like this makes it hard for me to remember what the hell I was doing."
"Mm... yes," Kisuke hummed. "And I've just been flooded by memories of what you did to me the last time I was positioned like this."
"Tempting thing, doing it again." Shuuhei mumbled. He bent to kiss Kisuke's cheek before he reached to grab the razor and knelt behind Kisuke. One hand glided and touched: Kisuke's balls, a drag of the backs of fingers from there to entrance. Kisuke heard his teeth clack around the razor again; saw him grab the can of foam.
Kisuke whimpered, and he almost decided that locking his knees and fainting afterward might be the best way to go; the better part of valor. But he really wanted to know what was going to come after this, so, instead, he did his best to breathe evenly into his arms.
Gel spread and began to suds over the back of Kisuke's sac, and Shuuhei swiped it along the path of his previous touch. "Hang on," Shuuhei said. "Back of the balls first." He held skin still and immediately started dragging the razor, not giving Kisuke any time to think.
"Oh...gggdd..." Kisuke buried his mouth against his arms and let himself just say what he liked against his skin. The light touch made him want to squirm, fidget, run away, but after what Shuuhei just told him about trust and desires, he snarled and bit his forearm until he could just hold still.
Shuuhei worked quickly but carefully, and soon the razor pulled away from Kisuke's balls. "Taint," he warned and scraped twice before he removed blade again. Lips kissed the back of Kisuke's thigh, and Kisuke got a much-needed handful of seconds to breathe.
"One last thing," Shuuhei said softly, reworking the gel around Kisuke's lower mouth before Shuuhei deliberately set the razor next to Kisuke's entrance and let it drag outward.
"Shit," Kisuke cried into his arm, which didn't muffle the sentiment quite as well as he wanted. The rasp of the edge of metal against that intimate area made him tighten. "Oh, gods of night and pain, oh wrap the seven thongs of lightning about..." Kisuke lost his train of thought and words as another slow stroke drove everything out of his head. "Oh, Shuuhei... damned to bitter night..."
The edge of the razor landed, scraped, and did its job for a small forever. Shuuhei took his time, being careful and enjoying the process if his low chuckles were any indication. "Easy now... easy…" Shuuhei murmured, and he set the razor aside, turning to cup his hands under water and washing Kisuke clean.
"Easy... easy as rapids over rocks, easy," Kisuke mumbled, half-affronted and half-amused at himself. He didn't move, though his breath went from him in a soft gasp at the touch of water and hands on his shaven ass.
Shuuhei laughed, the velvet sound of it low and affectionate, and he stroked along the lines of muscle on the backs of Kisuke's legs. "Thank you for humoring me."
"You're entirely wel--"
Hot breath blew over Kisuke's backside a second before a slick tongue licked a slow line from balls to entrance and completely disintegrated any of the words Kisuke was about to say. "Nnngggah!" he cried out and, realizing he could move now, Kisuke flexed his back, legs going taut. His hands scrabbled on tile unable to find the grip he wanted. "Ah! Oh, lord, oh, please."
In answer, two hands grabbed Kisuke's hips and held him still, Shuuhei's tongue swiped a circle around the ring of muscle and slid back down, and Kisuke shouted at the wet heat of the lick against the newly sensitized skin. When Shuuhei twisted his head and mouthed Kisuke's balls, Kisuke groaned at the edges of teeth against truly bare skin and whimpered when Shuuhei let one slip into his mouth as he lapped with his tongue and sighed through his nose.
Shuuhei sucked until Kisuke gasped, and then let go. One hand moved from hip to between Kisuke's legs, and he bucked for more friction as Shuuhei teased a caressing, aimless touch over tender flesh that was wide awake from blade and gel. Shuuhei's tongue firmly retraced its line, and the tip gently probed at a circle of flexing muscle, making Kisuke moan and try not to thrash in want of more.
"Damn..." Shuuhei breathed as he leaned forward, and his tongue plunged into Kisuke.
"Oh, agh!" Kisuke whimpered, phrases spilling with each steady violation. "Sweet mother of the prince of war, oh ghosts of concubines of the Emperor's sons, dear fucking born-eunuchs of the queen's palace chambers... oh... lord of them all, Shuuhei, you're... driving me... oh nnggh... insane..."
Shuuhei moaned in reply, an encouraging and greedy sound, the vibrations making Kisuke shudder all over. Teeth scraped, lips slid, and Shuuhei's tongue shoved a cry from Kisuke, but then withdrew and circled to tones of want, his hand falling away to return to brace against Kisuke's hip. Kisuke's breathing transformed sounds into soft hiccups, and he couldn't see for the hair in his face and eyes.
Shuuhei's hands rubbed up and down Kisuke's shivering legs, and his tongue's pace slowed, lightened, and then finally withdrew. Shuuhei got his feet under him and rose off the shower floor, lips kissing up Kisuke's back and hands following as he did so. Kisuke lay against the bench panting, so hard he hurt, and loving Shuuhei's touch so much he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself.
"Here," Shuuhei whispered, stance widening as his hands grew firmer on Kisuke's body, bracing him. "Let me help you turn around to sit?"
"Y--yes...certainly..." Kisuke used the leverage Shuuhei provided and pushed up from the bench with arms gone weak. He eased down, grateful for the steamy water running over him.
Shuuhei grunted in satisfaction and sat next to Kisuke, getting one leg behind the blond and pulling Kisuke against Shuuhei's chest. Shuuhei's pulse beat visibly at his throat, and his skin was flushed red from the shower and from arousal. Shuuhei stroked Kisuke's neck with light fingertips, brushed hair out of his face, and kissed him. He caught Kisuke's bottom lip between both of his and traced the contours with his tongue.
Kisuke moaned softly into Shuuhei's mouth, hands roaming over Shuuhei's thigh. He relaxed and enjoyed being held by someone who so obviously wanted him. The emotional tie made Kisuke feel just a little bit insane; like the universe was giving him far more than he deserved to take.
Finally breaking the slick contact of mouths, Shuuhei retreated, lips swollen and gaze intent on Kisuke's face. He rubbed Kisuke's arm. "Want to get us out, dry, and in bed if that's okay by you."
Mutely, Kisuke gazed into Shuuhei's eyes and then nodded. The reality of what he'd asked for suddenly crested Kisuke's consciousness, and he realized that it wouldn't hurt for him to reassure Shuuhei a bit more. "I'm looking forward to what you come up with."
Shuuhei smiled and tucked wet blond hair behind Kisuke's ear. "Me, too." He sighed and hugged Kisuke once before starting to disentangle himself and get off the bench. He watched Kisuke shakily get up, nodding when Kisuke was steady. Kisuke shut off the water with a touch and opened the door to let Shuuhei go first.
Shaking his head, Shuuhei got out, grabbed a towel, and tossed one to Kisuke. After perfunctory swipes and a heated glance, the men were back in the bedroom. Shuuhei yanked the covers aside and tugged Kisuke into his arms. "If you wouldn't mind getting those knobs into the right slots on the head and footboards, I need to go find something."
"Certainly," Kisuke said and looked at Shuuhei with the tilt of a head. God but he wanted to ask, but somehow managed to refrain. Let the boy have his surprises; they weren't, apparently, going to be painful ones, so Kisuke could allow it. "Find something. All right. Given all the things that are in the drawers in this room, it intrigues and frightens me that you have to go somewhere else in the house to find something. But by all means..." Cheerfully, Kisuke got out quick release links, chain, cuffs for ankles and wrists and started putting things together.
Shuuhei watched Kisuke for a second and then grabbed his jeans. "Don't want to amuse the staff too much," Shuuhei quipped and trotted into the hallway. "Be right back," he called over one shoulder.
It amused Kisuke to no end thinking of how Shuuhei was entertaining the staff immensely regardless of any efforts not to do so. Grinning, he hooked the wheels into the runners, attached the chains to those, and put the panic releases on the end of the chains. He locked the wheels where he thought he'd be best spread, and then went to sit back on the bed to put on the cuffs, which were still free of the chains.
Buckling the ankle cuffs was simple, but the wrist cuffs proved more difficult and by the time he had one on, Kisuke was muttering softly about the things he got himself into. But he was touched that Shuuhei was successfully providing surprises for him when so few could -- the evidence of which lay in every puff of air on his newly shaven ass.
Resolute, Kisuke smiled to himself and waited to see what Shuuhei had in mind.
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