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PAIRING: UraharaxAizen
Rating: M - nsfw
Warnings: Shameless smut. Bondage, Fantasy, Tentacles--WHEE. Don’t look at ME.
Setting: Cacao Society
For us UraAi folk who are desperate for more content of these two. :')
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“Let’s go for a walk!”
Sousuke Aizen glanced up to the eager blonde leaning over the table towards him, a calloused hand pressing down on the book Sousuke had been reading. Or staring at, at the very least, as he realized he had not moved on from the same paragraph for the past hour.
Letting the book be pressed to the table, Sousuke readjusted his glasses and arched a brow at the other man in question. Urahara Kisuke was a handsome Knight of near equal height to himself with sandy blonde hair and a lackadaisical attitude that left most of his superiors frustrated more often than not. While not neglectful of his duties, his unconventional style and methods put him at odds with the more stringent, rule bound order that governed the Cocao Society as a whole.
As his right hand man, Sousuke saw more than his fair share of the trouble Kisuke managed to inspire around him. It was an interesting position to be in, given that the majority of people wondered why someone like himself, who outwardly stirred no trouble beyond a few odd quirks, would associate with the troublemaker so closely.
By appearances alone, they made for an odd pair. Sousuke kept his attire rather plain, dark, and practical. His brown hair was long, but he often wore it partially up, allowing loose pieces to fall into his eyes and brush against thick square glasses. Although skilled with the green wrapped hilted blade he kept at his waist, he had become known for his impressive spellwork and approachable nature. Picking him out from a crowd would normally have been difficult, if he did not spend a good chunk of time around the other man.
Kisuke wore striped green trousers, an open tunic with a high collar, fanciful white-gold with greaves inlaid with the crest of their Knightly order, and an emerald cape draped dramatically over one arm. It was his habit to leave the tunic partially undone, allowing full view of his bare chest. His hair was pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck and he typically kept shaved, giving him a boyish charm that hid his more dangerous nature.
“A walk...really?” Sousuke huffed a laugh.
Kisuke flashed him a smile. “Well, a hike, actually. I’m tired of this place and I know you must be, too. You’ve already read that particular piece twice already and your memory isn’t shoddy, so you picking it up again must mean you’re bored.”
“How astute of you,” the brunette drawled, but sighed as he had no argument against it. The dim lighting of the Order’s library was starting to give him a headache. How they could invest in brand new equipment, but not giving care to their wealth of knowledge by putting it in the darkest corner of the castle, baffled him.
“A hike sounds nice,” he conceded.
Kisuke practically bounced in front of him and promptly closed the book without bothering to mark the page. “Great! Meet me in the yard in twenty minutes?”
Sousuke inclined his head, already going over the list of items he would take along. It was still relatively early in the day and he did not imagine they would go very far, but it did not hurt to be a little prepared. He wasn’t particularly worried, however, as Urahara prepared for almost every situation even more than he did.
Sure enough, when he met with the Knight again, the latter had a large bag swung over his shoulder opposite to where he carried his sword. The cape was gone, replaced with a thin cloak. Sousuke let out a startled laugh, “Are we going camping now?”
The blonde shrugged, his tone playful. “Maybe? One should never take hiking lightly! We might get lost or hungry.” He sidled closer to Sousuke, dropping his voice with a silky undertone, “Or...distracted. All sorts of things can happen out there that neither of us geniuses could predict.”
Sousuke narrowed his eyes at Kisuke’s suggestive tone, then tilted his head with feigned innocence. To an outsider, the younger man often looked the part of Kisuke’s naive former apprentice. For the blonde, however, he could see the challenge clearly by the slight quirk at the corner of Sousuke’s lips.
“You know...You’re inviting trouble to our doorstep with such words. I am starting to think you do so on purpose,” he chided, playing his part of the ever put upon underling. Kisuke laughed and gave the younger man a hearty pat on the back before steering them towards the court yard’s open gates.
“Maybe I am. Who is to say? I would say that I don’t see you complaining much about the results, but that would be a lie, wouldn’t it?” he said with a mischievous wink over his shoulder. Almost as an afterthought, he added, “And you’re rather fond of those, too.”
Unbothered, Sousuke inclined his head. “When they’re convenient.” Kisuke merely laughed again, his hand waving idly to the guards that hastened to bow at them as they passed.
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They talked of mundane things as they walked. Kisuke focused on the gossip of the barracks, spilling secrets so casually that Sousuke wondered if he exaggerated most and made up the rest. Surely the lives of their Order could not be so exciting? He spent much of his time there and while he noticed the trials of the others, he could not share the same amusement over their shenanigans like Kisuke could. While friendly and able to recall names of even the most meek of servants, their woes were trivial and repetitive to him. Kisuke liked to tell him that having such an attitude was exactly why he was, currently, his only true friend.
“Captain Kyoraku might not ever walk the same again after Miss Nanao found out where exactly he has been sneaking off to all this time,” Kisuke chuckled, expression gleeful. “To think he made a hidden room beneath the desk to avoid work...I want to know how he pulled it off. I could use a place like that--somewhere out of the way to be unbothered.” He looked to the sky wistfully. “Getting privacy is so difficult sometimes, wouldn’t you agree?”
Sousuke thought of the barracks. Even being of higher rank, he was still technically an outsider without much in the way of privileges yet. Only Captains, established Knights like Kisuke, or the Nobility received greater accommodations. His ‘room’ was shared by three other individuals and even the library, quiet and dark as it was, was often crawling with the other scholarly personalities. Or secret admirers, as he had learned recently when he kept running into giggling novices and bright eyed recruits.
Kisuke had teased him relentlessly when he brought it up. Apparently Sousuke was a common topic of discussion among the gossiping circles, though the blonde assured him it was only ever in a positive--if sometimes lewd--light. Sousuke remained skeptical and kept a healthier distance from others ever since.
“Well a forest should be private enough,” Sousuke mused, glancing about the forest they had now entered. The trees were lush and thick with greenery, providing ample shade from the late summer sun bearing down overhead. Kisuke chuckled and pulled a fan from seemingly nowhere, snapping it open with a flourish.
“I should hope so. And if anyone tries to follow us, they risk getting lost. All the better,” he hummed, fan waving lazily to chase off the heat from their walk. The temperature dropped the further they went in, but Kisuke kept the fan about his face to speak demurely behind it. His eyes betrayed his intentions over its white edge. “Perhaps we can find a lovely cave to make ourselves comfortable in? I brought a blanket..”
“Only one?” Sousuke snickered and went to remove his glasses, storing them away in a pocket. Kisuke eyed him more carefully then, as if expecting his entire demeanor to change. He wasn’t wrong. With no one to watch them, the brunette visibly relaxed and assumed an air of quiet confidence, his warm brown eyes--normally wide and bright--becoming narrow and calculating. Kisuke began to fan himself a little more enthusiastically.
They soon found themselves in a quiet clearing next to a scenic brook that snaked around a sheer cliffside. The trees towered high above them, their thick branches making it appear more like late evening than the actual current afternoon time frame. With a flick of his wrist, Sosuke easily remedied the lighting with a few glowing white orbs that began to drift lazily around them. Kisuke, liking the spot, began to unload his bag, revealing the blanket, food, drinks, and even a plush ornate pillow that looked somewhat absurd in their current setting. As they sat down together, the Knight turned to him and cleared his throat.
“For you,” the blonde purred with a chivalrous bow. His eyes betrayed his teasing nature. “Since you complain so much about the nobility’s tastes, I thought maybe you desired a bit of it. You may sit on it, lay your delicate cheek upon it...or use it to prop up your back when we inevitably get down to busin--Ahbff!” Sousuke graciously accepted the offering before promptly smacking the man over the head with it, his expression somewhat deadpan as Kisuke’s words died on his tongue with a sputter.
“Don’t be crass,” Sousuke sniffed, his haughty expression marred by an amused smirk. Really, he was not entirely sure why he put up with the blonde’s shenanigans. He was reminded why a few minutes later when Kisuke crawled over to him on the blanket, dark gray eyes hooded and near predatory. Sousuke felt his heart seize at the sight and barely let go of the pillow in time for the Knight to take him up in his grasp.
Kisuke’s hands hooked into Sousuke’s belt, dragging him in such a way that laid the latter on his back and had him resting comfortably beneath him. Sousuke felt Kisuke’s weight settle over his stomach, pinning him to the earth, though it was hardly uncomfortable. Leaning in, the blonde hovered just above him, nose to nose, and settled his elbows on either side of Sousuke’s head to support himself.
“Why...I thought you enjoyed my perverted nature?” Kisuke near sang, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. Sousuke tilted his head slightly, feigning an unimpressed frown, and blew a stubborn strand of hair from his own face.
“I like your actions better than your words,” he rumbled back. Which, given what Kisuke had just done, was terribly true. Sousuke, for all of his friendliness, did not often allow others to touch him much. Oh, he could deliver a soft pat of encouragement or displays of affection to struggling subordinates just fine...but actually allowing someone to handle him in such a manner? Allowing someone to get this close and get him so vulnerable? Unthinkable.
“Is that so?” Kisuke closed the distance further and kissed his bottom lip, his breath hot against Sousuke’s jaw as he dragged the kisses along the man’s throat. Sousuke felt his breath hitch and moved to grip Kisuke’s shoulders, dislodging the man’s cloak in the process. The fabric fell around them, forgotten. Nimble fingers worked to remove more of Kisuke’s tunic when the blonde suddenly snatched him by the wrists, pinning his hands back by his head.
“Don’t rush,” the Knight chided. “We’ve got plenty of time today--I cleared our schedules, even.” He said so with pride, expression alight with mischief. Sousuke’s own eyes widened in surprise. Privacy was one rare thing. Kisuke actually having time to spare without being dragged into one matter or another for either his advice in strategy or skill at arms was another. Their moments like these were often snippets, snatched away in the cover of darkness and cramped corners.
Their relationship wasn’t taboo, per se, but neither would it have been looked upon with favor. Sousuke was younger by only a couple years and did not work directly under Kisuke any more as often, but the man was an upstanding citizen of higher class than himself. Sousuke had arrived in the Kingdom only a few years prior as a prisoner with no clear past. Even after accomplishing several impressive feats, outclassing even their highest sorceress in magics, and assisting in the recovery of the Kingdom, he was still mistrusted.
Everyone fully expected Kisuke to one day settle with the Shihoin heiress and start a long line of heroes. The fact that neither showed much interest in each other in that way did not really matter. Such was the way of things in this world and every day, Sousuke wondered if this might be their last. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“You’re thinking too much again,” Kisuke whispered, knowing his moods without even looking at him. He traced the lines of Sousuke’s neck with his lips before stopping at his collarbone. The blonde was truly appreciative of Sousuke’s looks. Even with the disguise of the dorky glasses and feigned persona, Sousuke was a rather handsome individual.
Unburdened and open as he was now, Kisuke found his partner’s appearance quite intoxicating to get lost in. Slim and fit, but not overly defined--even a bit feminine with thick lashes and small waist--the Knight struggled to keep his hands and mouth to himself. Sousuke thought much of the same. Kisuke was not overly broad, his muscles were more defined, and his arms were toned from years of swordsmanship and hard work. Still, he maintained a scholarly air about himself, too, that hinted at his greater interests in the still budding world of science and the unknown.
Sousuke leaned his head back further, his eyes closing, and inhaled sharply as Kisuke sucked at the sensitive skin there. When the brunette spoke, it was with a strained laugh. “So what if I am?”
Kisuke rasped his tongue over the mark he had just made and let out an amused huff. “You’re not supposed to be thinking...Just enjoying the moment. I’m very distracting, you know, but you’re not easy to distract.”
“I beg to differ,” Sousuke hummed, hands flexing beneath their still pinned state. His back arched towards Kisuke and he met his eyes with a sultry smile. “Maybe you’re just not trying hard enough?”
Kisuke growled at the challenge he heard in Sousuke’s voice, his cock straining against his pants as the words had the desired effect on him. Sousuke smirked as he felt Kisuke’s length press against his stomach. Despite their positions and Kisuke normally leading the charge, it was all too fun for him to goad the man into greater action. Kisuke’s reply was to claim his lips with his own, his tongue slipping past Sousuke’s defenses, powerful and hungry to taste him.
Sousuke opened his mouth further, a moan building up in the back of his throat. Despite his love of talking, he wasn’t a particularly loud lover. Kisuke was hard pressed to even get him to say his name positively much of the time, though the blonde was more than willing to fill the silence, whispering praises and Sousuke’s name like a prayer. This suited the Magus’ ego just fine.
Neither were aware of the vines creeping out from the shadows of the trees around them until one had coiled around Kisuke’s ankle, startling the Knight rather badly when it tightened. Thinking it a snake, he bodily pushed Sousuke backwards away from the threat and turned, dagger drawn, to slash it before it could think to bite him. Upon realizing that he had only cut a plant of some kind, he blinked at it with some confusion and followed the remaining limb to the rest of the writhing mass lurking around the edge of their clearing.
Ruffled and confused at first at being shoved, Sousuke quickly scrambled to his feet, a spell at the tip of his fingers. Like Kisuke, he paused at the sight of the strange creature staring back at them--if one could call it that.
The forest was known to be filled with all manner of beasts, both normal and magically touched. It was not uncommon to see, say, massive elk with blooming branches for antlers or a birds with glowing feathers. Then there were the darker creatures that one hoped to never cross paths withs, such as ‘Hollow’ or darker spirits that challenged even the most talented Captain’s with their strengths or cunning.
One category that got overlooked was the plant life. Many often forgot that nature itself was alive and at times sentient. Ancient ones were said to even possess intelligence on par with humans, though none had been discovered in centuries. This creature certainly fell well below that distinction as it had no eyes, no mouth, and no real tangible form to speak of. Its shape changed with the vines, sometimes looking like a great massive ball of loose yarn to a quadrepedic beast with swirling vines twisting out from its back and tail.
More of the vines had snaked around Kisuke’s defenses, latching onto his legs up to the knee and coiling around him in a strange dance. The Knight’s sword lay forgotten on the ground and when he went to slash with his dagger again, a vine whipped the blade from his palm. Frantic, he turned to his companion for help. “What are you waiting for, Sousuke? A fire spell would probably get rid of that thing!”
Sousuke blinked in surprise at the man’s frantic words. Kisuke wasn’t cruel and he supposed the suggestion was a practical one, were they under threat. But it seemed that the Knight did not recognize the creature. Or perhaps he was merely miffed, still, at being the interruption.
“I thought you were a man of science,” Sousuke hummed, voice teasing.
Kisuke gave him a sideways glance, shocked. “Science, yes! Biology, sure! But that thing--You know what it is, don’t you?” His tone bordered on accusing. Sousuke laughed.
“Not the specific name, no. They’re only ever vaguely mentioned in passing as fae that tend to cause a bit of mischief and confusion. Often they’re the cause of belongings going missing or larger objects appearing in the oddest places. They’ve also been known on occasion to take people…” He shrugged lightly. “Not to harm. And more often than not, they return them to their party or bring them to the forest edge. Although…”
Kisuke narrowed his eyes as Sousuke looked to the creature with fascination. Few things got the man to show excitement so openly. Even he struggled to elicit more than just sassy dry responses from his former squire. More of the vines had begun to snake up his waist, gently poking him and even searching his pockets. He slapped it away with a hiss. “What is it? What else do they do?”
Drumming his fingers against his chin, Sousuke debated whether or not he should tell Kisuke about the other odd facts listed about this particular fae. First hand accounts varied and were not largely taken seriously due to their lewd descriptions. Most dismissed them as the ravings and fantasies of individuals who had been lost in the forest for too long. Seeing the Knight growing impatient, he hummed. “Some say they are...ah...known to...Be very curious about humans...In order to learn from them, they might, hmn..” He made a gesture with air quotes, “Get to know them.”
Kisuke’s jaw dropped. “Are you saying they--wait. No. You’re messing with me!” He began to laugh, only for it to die off in a strangled yelp as one vine tightened over his upper thigh. “You’re not kidding?!”
Sousuke could barely hide the smirk behind his hand. Very few things shook Urahara Kisuke and his expression, all wild eyed and flustered, was too good for Sousuke to ignore. Vines that had been swaying lazily around moved to Kisuke’s arms next, rumpling his already tight tunic and probing him further as if searching. The blonde struggled wildly, which made the creature grip him all the tighter as if to calm him. “Sousuke! I know this is funny to you, but I--oh!”
Several tendrils had slipped over his chest, teasing sensitive skin. Rather than be rough, the appendages seemed to be covered with silky cool moss. It was slightly damp and jarring, distracting him briefly from his panic. Wary, he asked, “They’re not harmful, you say..?”
Sousuke shook his head, curious about the switch in Urahara’s mood and demeanor. The Knight seemed to force himself to relax and stop his struggling, which the creature took advantage of with greater glee to explore him further. One limb had even gone to his hair, playing with it idly, and tickling his ear--earning another swat, which it returned much to the blonde’s irritation.
“Not that I can recall...Maybe larger or corrupted ones would be a danger. But...some seek them out on purpose...I’m sure I don’t need to tell you why,” he laughed.
Kisuke swallowed thickly, his imagination running wild with those simple words. Oh yes, he could see why some individuals might seek such things out. Weren’t creatures such as this often the discussion of fantasy? He had read a number of cheesy novels in his day, some that bordered on depraved...And he would be a liar to say he had not pictured himself in those situations. Fantasy and reality were two different things, however, and in those moments he never imagined he would have an audience.
He glared back at Sousuke, feeling somewhat surly by the man’s amusement. Why wasn’t he in this position instead, he wondered? Imagining the brunette prone and helpless to such a thing...he felt himself grow hard again. And to his irritation, Sousuke noticed with a sly grin.
“Do you still want me to fire off the spell? It would be such a shame to kill it...They’re innocent beings. If you’re firm with it, I’m sure it’ll stop short of going that far…” His eyes roamed over Kisuke’s form. By now, the vines had wrapped the Knight rather firmly around his torso up to his neck, sitting loosely around his throat like a collar. He saw Kisuke swallow thickly, nervous as the vines slipped past his open tunic and continued to slither over bare skin.
“How do I know you didn’t summon it to kill me in some elaborate ploy?” Kisuke snarked back, somewhat spiteful as his anxiety rose at his vulnerable state. He regretted it immediately as Sousuke’s gleeful expression shut down, dark eyes narrowed to slits as he took full offense at the suggestion.
Kisuke was Sousuke’s closest friend and therefore the one who knew of his darker nature he so carefully hid from the rest of the world. He understood it. Not many of their superiors trusted the man for a variety of reasons and some took careful pains not to acknowledge his progress beyond what was considered appropriate for his station. There was still so much he did not know about Sousuke’s past, either--and what he did know, he often questioned their validity. It was not as if Sousuke could not keep his stories straight. In fact, he spoke of his past as easily as one might quote a passage in a book.
That was to say, without much passion beyond sharing some piece of trivia with another individual. It was sufficiently sad to earn sympathy, but then Sousuke seemed so wholly unaffected by it, that Kisuke often wondered about his lover’s mental state.
He caught glimpses of darkness. Sousuke valued power and knowledge. He did not abuse his subordinates, but delighted in their open praises and looked to higher positions with a mix of contempt and open desire. In one word, Sousuke was ambitious. And in a society that very rarely strayed from strict traditions and set paths, ambition was dangerous.
Still, he held out hope for Sousuke and clung to the comfort of their friendship. Maybe one day his protege would see the light and accept his lot in life. They could be happy that way, surely, and could keep their simple comforts. He tried his best to ignore the inner voice that screamed and warned him that this good thing would simply not last.
Suddenly Sousuke was in front of him, his chin caught in the slightly taller man’s hand. Expression still blank, Sousuke spoke with deliberate calm. “If I wanted you dead by now, Urahara Kisuke, I would not go through this much trouble…” His gaze turned almost sad for a moment and he sighed. “When did I ever lead you to believe that I am so sadistic?”
Kisuke bit his lip and glanced sideways. He remembered how they first met...How the bodies littered the ground that day, nearly cut in half and left out on the dirt so callously. He had been too preoccupied with the injured younger man that had emerged from the smoke to really consider what all had happened. Surely, he had reasoned, it had been self defense. Sousuke had been in chains, hurt, and claiming to have escaped the detestable underbelly of society. Surely, such bad people had deserved such a gruesome end?
And had he not cut down his fair share of bandits and vagabonds in his day? His eyes cut back to Sousuke and he opened his mouth, only to be silenced by a kiss. The magi sighed against him.
“You think too much,” he echoed, murmuring against him. His mood visibly shifted back to a lighter air, though Kisuke could see a door closing behind his brown eyes. Cocking his head, Sousuke hummed and touched the vine at Kisuke’s neck, causing the rest of the limbs to shudder. Kisuke, caught off guard by the sensation, gasped sharply as he realized belatedly that a few of the little bastards had snuck down his pants. Sousuke smirked. “Still want to be released?”
Kisuke groaned. He would make it up to Sousuke later, he swore. Would come begging for forgiveness, but right now...He was losing focus fast between the damned little monster and Sousuke’s hot breath against him.
“That’s a no then. Until you say otherwise,” Sousuke purred, kissing him once more before he stepped backwards, leaving Kisuke wanting. He moved back to the rumpled blanket, straightened it out, and primly sat upon it in the smuggest fashion Kisuke had ever seen a man perform. Lounging on one elbow with a leg propped up as if he were about to watch a show...And when had he even poured himself a glass of wine, he wondered.
The vines flicked at his belt a number of times before unlatching it with a click. Some relief was given to the strain of his hard on as they loosened his pants and began to tug them downwards. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. He had come here fully expecting to fuck Sousuke and maybe cuddle afterwards--not...not…
His brain went slightly blank as the vines wrapped around his dick, tightening at the base. His knees buckled and if not for their support, he would have fallen to the dirt in a heap. His hands, which had been thoroughly wrapped by now, tugged uselessly to reach his waist, only for both limbs to be yanked above him and outwards before being folded behind him, tightly secured. A vine around his waist lifted him somewhat in the air and soon he felt his full weight supported, suspending him a few inches off of the ground. He glanced at Sousuke again and found the man staring, fixated, his excitement returned. Kisuke felt both at once smug and frustrated. Smug, because he imagined the picture he painted right now was driving the normally unshakable man wild, his hand visibly making its way towards his pants. And frustrated, because once again he felt the situation was unfair…
He was about to say so when he heard a yelp from his companion. Eyes darting to the magi, he saw several vines had snaked their way around Sousuke’s arms and his waist, yanking him back to the forest floor. A second creature slipped from the shadows and now Kisuke knew they were in some sick twisted fantasy.
Kisuke laughed. And when he did, the vines vibrated as if laughing along with him, causing him to groan one more. He heard Sousuke let out a strangled curse and when Kisuke strained to open his eyes, he saw that the brunette had been hogtied on the blanket. A vine had snaked its way between his teeth, effectively cutting whatever spell he had been about to mutter short.
“Serves you...right,” Kisuke wheezed, his grin near wolfish. What he wouldn’t give to capitalize on his partner’s misfortune! Sousuke glared at him in response, but Kisuke didn’t really much care. His own monster had begun to lazily stroke his length as several more vines slid beneath him, rubbing over his ass.
He spread his legs further, mouth hanging open as he panted and moaned at being expertly worked up. A vine, soft and cold, slipped into him, testing and gently at first. He gasped sharply, a primal need filling him. It didn’t matter if this didn’t seem all that safe or made much sense. Right now, he needed to feel full.
The creature, seemingly reading his mind, obliged. Slipping past his walls, the vine slid further in, growing in girth to fill him out quite nicely. It was no Sousuke, he noted with disappointment, but the feeling had him shaking as it slowly began to work him. He let out a loud groan, teeth gritting as he tried to press his ass further back onto the vine.
Sousuke’s eyes widened at the sight being burned into his mind before him. He was still miffed at Kisuke’s comment, enough so that he had not sensed the other little creature getting the better of him. He had intended to let Kisuke suffer for a while and take over, to chase the vines away, but then he had been caught in much the same way and it seemed even more unwilling than its partner to give him any leeway.
The vine between his teeth shifted and for a second, he thought it was retreating. He opened his mouth further, intending to dislodge it and fire off his spell, when the damnable thing took it as an invitation to slip in completely, pressing his tongue down and causing his cheeks to bulge slightly. The moss tasted strangely sweet and he hoped against all hope that whatever it was he was unintentionally swallowing wouldn’t have terrible effects. He tried speaking around it, yet all he managed was an unintelligible garbled moan. The vines tightened their grip and lifted his head somewhat, giving him full view of Kisuke’s own strange predicament.
All it did was fuel his own personal hell. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, but the vines didn’t seem willing to provide him with the same relief Kisuke was getting. He squeezed his legs together and pushed, hoping to encourage the little beast, but only succeeded in the vines securing him further in a tight embrace.
Kisuke threw his head back, breathing ragged as he rode a wave of ecstasy. A vine slipped past his lips and he bit into it rather desperately, feeling the sweetness drip down his throat as he growled around it. He didn’t care if he was loud or messy. He only had Sousuke there to witness and if he were honest, the man’s moans were only driving him further along. The vines began to lower him back to the forest floor as he climaxed, ass still high in the air, and worked furiously to pound him until he slumped somewhat limply in its embrace.
Covered in cum and sweat, Kisuke felt absolutely wrecked in that moment...Among other things. Depraved seemed like an appropriate word in that moment. He didn’t hate it though, going by the somewhat goofy grin he wore. The vines slowly retreated from him, caressing sensitive spots and stroking his cock once more, causing him to jump at the touch. He had thought that might be all for him and had prepared for the disappointment, only to realize that his erection had not yet wavered. Curious, he raised his fingers to his lips, feeling some of the sweetness lingering, and let out a short laugh.
“Sousuke...I think these things can read our thoughts a bit more than we thought…” he sang, throat slightly raw. Hooded eyes met Sousuke’s own widening ones, realization dawning on the younger man. Released from the vines fully now, Kisuke picked his way over to the magi and with a tug at a vine on his waist, he had the man propped up, ass first and face pressed into the blanket. Just to be extra, he plucked the pillow from where Sousuke had tossed it earlier and waved it at him.
“Do you want this?” he grinned wolfishly. Sousuke glared in response, causing the Knight to shrug and toss it to his new vine friend, much to its glee. Already, it had begun to retreat. “Suit yourself...Look at you...Wrapped up like a little extra gift to me,” Kisuke snickered and slid his hands over the brunette’s body.
Sousuke jumped, which in turn left him slightly confused at just how sensitive he was. He was always open to Kisuke’s touch, but the sensations were near shocking in intensity. When he realized why, remembering the sweetness on his tongue, he wanted to roll his eyes. Instead, he let out another muffled groan as Kisuke, who also realized what was happening, began to drag his hands through Sousuke’s hair, gripping him tightly as he leaned down to hiss against his ear. Teeth scraped along his earlobe, causing Sousuke to shudder and buck as Kisuke spoke with deliberate enunciation.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Sousuke..?”
Yes. Obviously. Yes yes.
Sousuke hoped he could convey all that in a look, as he could neither speak or even nod in that moment. His face felt hot and his eyes were near watering from both being overwhelmed and the painful ache in his groin. If Urahara did nothing soon, he was certain he might expire right there.
“Mnph..” was all he could manage. Kisuke snickered and leaned down to kiss his brow, his hand brushing his hair back.
Getting behind Sousuke once more, he waved to the creature with a cheerful grin. “Pardon me, do you mind perhaps--ah, see? Smart little beasts, these…” He watched with satisfaction as the vines retreated from Sousuke’s ass and legs. Kisuke began to take his time undressing Sousuke from the waist down, starting with the boots to his tight pants, earning a number of muffled curses from the prone man. When he reached bare skin, Kisuke began to teasingly squeeze and nip at him, turning the curses into jumpy whimpers and moans that he would normally have to work very hard to earn.
His hand wrapped around Sousuke’s cock, fingers sliding down the length in purposefully slow strokes. Sousuke buckled beneath him, having already been plenty hard from watching Kisuke earlier and now dripping into the blonde’s expert hands. Pressing his own dick against Sousuke’s ass, Kisuke bent over him to speak against his neck, his mouth sucking and kissing one particular spot as he stroked him.
Sousuke was certain he might go insane. Everything was heightened and felt the tension becoming near painful as Kisuke teased him. He couldn’t boss Kisuke around like he normally might do and tell him to get on with it. His attempts to buck his hips were stopped short, too, between the weight of the Knight and the grip of the vines. He whimpered, desperately and pleading.
Kisuke chuckled and gripped him harder. “Oh, what was that? Sorry, I guess we forgot to establish some of our usual safeties...This is a bit of a new situation for us and all...Was that a stop?” His free hand went to Sousuke’s jaw, gripping him and turning him slightly so he could meet the man’s eyes. Sousuke moaned, trying to focus, and shook his head almost frantically as best he could. Kisuke stopped him by gripping harder, eyes alight with mischief.
“You want me...You’re desperate for me, aren’t you? The unshakable, scholarly Aizen wants me,” the blonde taunted gleefully. He kissed Sousuke’s again, teeth teasing his jawline, and he removed his hand from the brunette’s dick to grip his own. “I’m sorry, about earlier…” he muttered, distracting Sousuke momentarily before he took the plunge.
His dick already slick from the vines and his earlier climax, he doesn’t need much effort to enter Sousuke in a swift stroke. Whatever the magi had been thinking about in trying to respond to the apology is shattered as Kisuke takes him. He came close to a pleasured scream--as close as one like him can--though it came out as a long string of unintelligible curses. Excited by the response, Kisuke began to move his hips back and forth, pushing Sousuke further against the blanket with increasing frequency as he tried to find the right angle. His hand returned quickly to Aizen’s cock, stroking him in time to his thrusts, and a supportive hand on the man’s back stopped him from slipping away. The temptation to coax Sousuke to hold out longer is there, but he soon realizes that his lover won’t last long. Neither will he, he noted with another wolfish grin, one eye closed as he tried to focus on the man beneath him.
Sousuke’s knees slid against the blanket, his hips bucking as he tried pushing himself into position. His body betrayed him somewhat as he felt like he might melt from the effort of it all. His stomach contracting, groin throbbing, and finally his body shuddered harshly as he finally found his climax. With his senses heightened, it wrenches another scream from him, before turning back to a long pleasured moan as he spills over the blanket.
Both merely pant heavily for a few minutes, neither much willing, nor able, to move. Slowly, the vines begin to drag themselves off of the prone man, allowing him to prop an arm beneath himself somewhat so that his face is no longer pressed into the ground. The vine gagging him slips out with a wet noise and he coughs somewhat, his hand massaging his jaw as he readjusts to having his mouth free again. Kisuke, who had dropped his head against his back as he fought to catch his breath, patted Sousuke’s shoulder with a low chuckle.
“Enchanted forests...who knew…?”
Sousuke returned the laugh weakly, voice a rasp. “I thought I did…”
Kisuke sighed against him, sounding far more content and happy than Sousuke had heard him ages. Slowly, he withdrew, careful not to hurt his lover further. Sousuke tenses again, still sensitive, only for the blonde to gather him up in his arms and kiss him repeatedly over the head once he has finished separating from him.
“I’m sorry,” Kisuke muttered, more remorseful. “For what I said--it was uncalled for. I was just--” Sousuke silenced him with a look, then snorted quietly, his head dropping to the Knight’s shoulder.
“It’s fine. You’re not...wrong...I might have used that sort of method if I had to...Seducing someone is another way to meet one's desired goals, after all.” He said so matter of factly. Kisuke opened his mouth to question if Sousuke had seduced someone in such a way, but the brunette suddenly yawned and sat up, his hands working to find something to clean themselves with. Neither had paid much attention to where the second creature had gone, though Kisuke notices that besides some marks left on their bodies, the blasted things had left no evidence of their arrival behind. He huffed.
“Well...I would say we should do this again sometime, but…” he snickered. Sousuke rolled his eyes, a fond smile tugging at his lips.
“Maybe. But I want a proper bed the next time.”
“So demanding...I did bring you that pillow!”
A loud yelp echoed from the clearing as Sousuke hit him once more, this time aiming for his still sensitive groin.
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