[fic] Alcohol and Santa Suits
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shannys_cornerTitle: Alcohol and Santa Suits
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kiyala
Word Count: 974
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Isshin / Ishida Ryuuken
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boylove, boysex, boys kissing
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Christmas/New Years present fordoublenatural ♥
He honestly didn’t know why he tolerated it. Isshin was emotional, loud, clingy… just about everything that he wasn’t. But then again, perhaps that was the reason they tended to go together so “well” – if one could even put it that way. It didn’t matter. Not for the moment, at least. Ryuuken both surprised, as well as not surprised, to find that Isshin would drop the childish act on two occasions: to flirt, and during sex.
…Then again, perhaps even they didn’t make Isshin sober up enough. Ryuuken grimaced as he tried to sit in the female version of a santa outfit – better suited to a woman with a bigger bust and thinner waist – that Isshin had insisted he wear to go with his own proper santa costume. The fair-haired doctor had his hand around the neck of a wine bottle, as well as a pack of well-needed cigarettes hidden in his – gulp – skirt pocket.
“Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you would like for Christmas, would you?” Isshin, who didn’t even need alcohol to act this way, patted his lap with a grin.
To his disappointment, Ryuuken sat across his knees instead of straddling him the way he hoped and merely sighed, “I would like you to act like an adult for once, actually.”
“But Ryuuuuu-chan, this is fun,” the dark-haired man grinned, his hand rubbing small circles on the exposed part of Ryuuken’s back, between where the top ended and the skirt began. The bespectacled doctor frowned, shifting uneasily.
“I’d also like to get out of this stupid costume.”
Giving him a wink that lacked all subtlety, Isshin licked his lips, “That’ll happen soon enough.”
Sighing in defeat, Ryuuken brought the wine bottle to his lips and downed as much as he could in one gulp, feeling rather relieved that there was no one else in the Kurosaki residence (unless you counted the poster of Masaki as a separate person, which Isshin usually did) to see him dressed the way he was, seated on his colleague’s lap while trying to get himself drunk enough to not remember any of this ever happening.
Isshin was far easier to tolerate as Ryuuken got closer to finishing that bottle of wine. He didn’t even complain when the hand on his back wandered around to rub his stomach instead. Isshin watched him with an amused grin, tilting his head to the side, “Don’t you think that’s enough wine, Ryuu-chan?”
Holding the dark-haired man away to ensure that he wouldn’t be stopped until he finished off the bottle, which he did by tipping his head back and catching the last few drops with his tongue. Setting the bottle on the floor, he turned to look at Isshin, who grinned as he was finally straddled and Ryuuken’s hands settled on his shoulders.
“Why do you always get yourself drunk when I make you wear costumes, Ryuu-chan?”
“Why do your costume ideas always end up embarrassing me?” came the slurred response, “Shirts and ties suit me perfectly fine, you know…”
“But you look good in this… and it makes you so much easier to play with.”
“Kurosaki… I don’t care how drunk I am, you are not going to— oohhhh…”
“Oh?” Isshin grinned, his hand under the skirt Ryuuken was wearing and stroking him at an agonisingly slow pace, “You like that, ‘Ken?”
“More…” the other man demanded, thrusting against the hand and moaning softly, “Damn it, Isshin…”
Positioning Ryuuken in his lap so that the fair-haired man’s legs were wrapped around his waist, and so that their groins rubbed against each other, Isshin rolled his hips and they both held tightly onto each other. Making an impatient noise, Ryuuken wrapped his arms around Isshin’s shoulders and rocked harder, making his colleague chuckle.
“We’ll need to move to the bed if you’re going to do that, ‘Ken.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” he murmured, not protesting as he was carried to Isshin’s bed, letting the other man undress him without any argument.
Isshin prepared him quickly, as though he were afraid that if he took too long, Ryuuken would sober up and become snappier. This Ryuuken was far more tolerant of him, allowing Isshin to do whatever he wanted apart from take too long – as he was reminded with the continual murmurs of hurry up, damn it coming from the man as he kissed all over his body.
He entered the other man carefully, making sure not to hurt him as he moved. Ryuuken moaned louder, encouraging him on, but he continued at his steady pace.
“Isshiiin, harder damn it… fuck me harder!”
“You’ll be sore,” Isshin moaned, “And then you’ll yell at me tomorrow. And you won’t believe me when I say that you told me to because you won’t remember…”
“Harder!” Ryuuken yelled, his snappy side returning and Isshin shut his eyes tightly, gripping the other man’s hips as he picked up his pace.
“Uhn… ‘Ken, how the hell are you still so damn tight?” Isshin moaned as he thrust harder into the tight heat surrounding his cock, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he got closer to his climax. Ryuuken arched as he came, crying out the other man’s name before collapsing back down onto the bed.
“Just listen to me next time, idiot,” he muttered, giving the side of Isshin’s head a light whack before promptly passing out.
Isshin just shook his head with a grin and cleaned up before making sure Ryuuken was properly tucked in and lying down beside him.
The next morning, Isshin woke up early to get dressed and busied himself in the kitchen making Ryuuken’s coffee. He was very glad that he wasn’t in the same room as the other man when he woke up, greeting the morning with a loud;
“KUROSAKI, YOU BASTARD, I HURT ALL OVER!”
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 974
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Isshin / Ishida Ryuuken
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boylove, boysex, boys kissing
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Christmas/New Years present for
doublenatural ♥He honestly didn’t know why he tolerated it. Isshin was emotional, loud, clingy… just about everything that he wasn’t. But then again, perhaps that was the reason they tended to go together so “well” – if one could even put it that way. It didn’t matter. Not for the moment, at least. Ryuuken both surprised, as well as not surprised, to find that Isshin would drop the childish act on two occasions: to flirt, and during sex.
…Then again, perhaps even they didn’t make Isshin sober up enough. Ryuuken grimaced as he tried to sit in the female version of a santa outfit – better suited to a woman with a bigger bust and thinner waist – that Isshin had insisted he wear to go with his own proper santa costume. The fair-haired doctor had his hand around the neck of a wine bottle, as well as a pack of well-needed cigarettes hidden in his – gulp – skirt pocket.
“Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you would like for Christmas, would you?” Isshin, who didn’t even need alcohol to act this way, patted his lap with a grin.
To his disappointment, Ryuuken sat across his knees instead of straddling him the way he hoped and merely sighed, “I would like you to act like an adult for once, actually.”
“But Ryuuuuu-chan, this is fun,” the dark-haired man grinned, his hand rubbing small circles on the exposed part of Ryuuken’s back, between where the top ended and the skirt began. The bespectacled doctor frowned, shifting uneasily.
“I’d also like to get out of this stupid costume.”
Giving him a wink that lacked all subtlety, Isshin licked his lips, “That’ll happen soon enough.”
Sighing in defeat, Ryuuken brought the wine bottle to his lips and downed as much as he could in one gulp, feeling rather relieved that there was no one else in the Kurosaki residence (unless you counted the poster of Masaki as a separate person, which Isshin usually did) to see him dressed the way he was, seated on his colleague’s lap while trying to get himself drunk enough to not remember any of this ever happening.
Isshin was far easier to tolerate as Ryuuken got closer to finishing that bottle of wine. He didn’t even complain when the hand on his back wandered around to rub his stomach instead. Isshin watched him with an amused grin, tilting his head to the side, “Don’t you think that’s enough wine, Ryuu-chan?”
Holding the dark-haired man away to ensure that he wouldn’t be stopped until he finished off the bottle, which he did by tipping his head back and catching the last few drops with his tongue. Setting the bottle on the floor, he turned to look at Isshin, who grinned as he was finally straddled and Ryuuken’s hands settled on his shoulders.
“Why do you always get yourself drunk when I make you wear costumes, Ryuu-chan?”
“Why do your costume ideas always end up embarrassing me?” came the slurred response, “Shirts and ties suit me perfectly fine, you know…”
“But you look good in this… and it makes you so much easier to play with.”
“Kurosaki… I don’t care how drunk I am, you are not going to— oohhhh…”
“Oh?” Isshin grinned, his hand under the skirt Ryuuken was wearing and stroking him at an agonisingly slow pace, “You like that, ‘Ken?”
“More…” the other man demanded, thrusting against the hand and moaning softly, “Damn it, Isshin…”
Positioning Ryuuken in his lap so that the fair-haired man’s legs were wrapped around his waist, and so that their groins rubbed against each other, Isshin rolled his hips and they both held tightly onto each other. Making an impatient noise, Ryuuken wrapped his arms around Isshin’s shoulders and rocked harder, making his colleague chuckle.
“We’ll need to move to the bed if you’re going to do that, ‘Ken.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” he murmured, not protesting as he was carried to Isshin’s bed, letting the other man undress him without any argument.
Isshin prepared him quickly, as though he were afraid that if he took too long, Ryuuken would sober up and become snappier. This Ryuuken was far more tolerant of him, allowing Isshin to do whatever he wanted apart from take too long – as he was reminded with the continual murmurs of hurry up, damn it coming from the man as he kissed all over his body.
He entered the other man carefully, making sure not to hurt him as he moved. Ryuuken moaned louder, encouraging him on, but he continued at his steady pace.
“Isshiiin, harder damn it… fuck me harder!”
“You’ll be sore,” Isshin moaned, “And then you’ll yell at me tomorrow. And you won’t believe me when I say that you told me to because you won’t remember…”
“Harder!” Ryuuken yelled, his snappy side returning and Isshin shut his eyes tightly, gripping the other man’s hips as he picked up his pace.
“Uhn… ‘Ken, how the hell are you still so damn tight?” Isshin moaned as he thrust harder into the tight heat surrounding his cock, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he got closer to his climax. Ryuuken arched as he came, crying out the other man’s name before collapsing back down onto the bed.
“Just listen to me next time, idiot,” he muttered, giving the side of Isshin’s head a light whack before promptly passing out.
Isshin just shook his head with a grin and cleaned up before making sure Ryuuken was properly tucked in and lying down beside him.
The next morning, Isshin woke up early to get dressed and busied himself in the kitchen making Ryuuken’s coffee. He was very glad that he wasn’t in the same room as the other man when he woke up, greeting the morning with a loud;
“KUROSAKI, YOU BASTARD, I HURT ALL OVER!”
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