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Anxious, nervous.
Excited, ecstatic.
Afraid? Maybe a little, but ultimately, Yumichika was giddy with positive vibes, feet practically walking on air as they made their way back to their apartment. Despite his slight, lingering trepidation surrounding what was about to happen, Yumichika knew he was in good hands— the best hands— and that Ikkaku wouldn’t, couldn’t do anything to harm him. That sense of security was enough to squash whatever uncertainties he might have had, and with Ikkaku at his back, hovering close as he matched him step-for-step, Yumichika knew that there truly was nothing to fear.
Ikkaku had been a bit dumbfounded back at the dojo with Yumchika’s insinuating words, cheeks pink and eyes wide in shock as if he hadn't quite believed what he was hearing. But once Yumichika pulled him into a tender kiss, one that wiped that stupefied look right off his face, he’d nodded his assent and wrapped Yumichika up in his arms in a grounding embrace while he whispered the stupidest, most idiotic (perfect) promise against Yumichika’s lips:
”I’ll get on my knees for you, Yumi. Worship you like you deserve.”
Yumichika had nearly slapped him for such an absurd statement, and if Ikkaku hadn’t kissed him senseless in that next moment, he just might have; but as it stood, Yumichika had only been capable of kissing him back, soft whimpers escaping his lips both out of raw emotion and unbridled desire. The kissing that followed could have only been described as messy, a twisting of tongues and a clashing of lips that was wet-smacking and short of breath. It hadn’t been until Yumichika dug his fingernails into one of Ikkaku’s pecs, grasping both for purchase and out of desperation, that Ikkaku had torn them apart, eyes alight with a fire Yumichika had never seen in him before.
Thus, led them to their scurrying to the apartment, both of them trying to act as if nothing was amiss and failing miserably. Yumichika could feel the hot flush on his cheeks, burning bright like a beacon he couldn’t hide from, and Ikkaku was practically looming over him, hands held stiffly, respectfully at his sides though his posture and overall energy screamed hunger. It was exhilarating, and it left Yumichika feeling wanted and desired in all the ways he’d never been afforded before; out of love and raw attraction, prickling delightfully against his skin with every drag of Ikkaku’s gaze up-and-down the length of him with an intensity he could physically feel.
At the steps to their building, Yumichika nearly tripped over himself in his excitement, feet failing him with a clumsiness that was uncharacteristic. He didn’t quite trip, steadying himself with the banister before he could make a fool of himself, but each step thereafter felt like lead, all of his concentration focusing on the effort not to fall.
Once they reached the top, their door came into view, only a few more paces down before Yumichika was coming to a halt. He was waiting for Ikkaku to open the door, to let him in as he always did, only Ikkaku didn’t stop his momentum, instead scooping Yumichika up in one incredibly strong arm while he threw the door open with the other. Pressed firmly to Ikkaku’s chest, Yumichika wrapped his arms around Ikkaku’s shoulders and allowed himself to be carried through the threshold, the gesture so outlandishly romantic that Yumichika couldn’t help but laugh and begin kissing at the side of Ikkaku’s head, his ear, down the thick expanse of his neck; anywhere he could reach, really, one hand cupping at the back of Ikkaku’s skull while the other danced down his broad back, fingertips tracing defined muscle with an overeager heavyhandedness.
“Such a brute,” Yumichika murmured against Ikkaku’s ear, nipping at the cartilage playfully as he was whisked away into their bedroom.
The space had changed drastically over the past few weeks, those splashes of color coming back into their lives as Yumichika had gone on somewhat of a shopping spree. He hadn’t been able to take the drabness of it all, and Ikkaku had only complained a little about his spending habits; Yumichika suspected Ikkaku had only done so out of obligation, anyway, as he had no real complaints once everything had been put together.
Rich, wisteria silk sheets adorned the bed, along with a smattering of such an absurd amount of throw pillows they had to toss half of them on the floor just to sleep comfortably at night. Hair accessories and makeup casings and tools littered nearly every surface available, along with sparkling jewelry hanging from dainty little racks shaped like sakura trees. Their new curtains were decorated with beads and so sheer that Ikkaku had argued that they weren’t even curtains at all, and when Yumichika merely scoffed and told him that they let the light in, Ikkaku went out and bought a second set for the sake of his own sanity.
Beneath the bed was a purple area rug, just a few shades lighter than the bedding and fluffy like the underbelly of a cat; it was impossibly warm and soft beneath their feet on chilly mornings, and soothing on sore soles after hours out training when they returned home at night. In that moment, as Ikkaku carried Yumichika to the bed and sat him on the edge, it was a welcome comfort that reminded him they were home, and particularly gentle on his knees as he lowered himself between Yumichika’s legs.
Startled by Ikkaku’s literal interpretation of his promise earlier in the dojo, Yumichika grasped onto both sides of Ikkaku’s face to tilt his head up, eyes narrowed and skeptical in comparison to the sincerity in Ikkaku’s expression.
“What are you doing?” Yumichika asked as his heart pounded against his ribcage. He felt an unbearable need to stop Ikkaku before he could begin, though he was unsure of what exactly was holding him back, but the serious, determined look in Ikkaku’s eyes had Yumichika loosening his grip where he held Ikkaku about the face.
“Showing my respect,” Ikkaku answered simply, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, before he shook himself out of Yumichika’s grasp, “ain’t I supposed to get on my knees in the presence of a god?” Then, Ikkaku was diving in near Yumichika’s navel, his fingers just barely inching up the clingy material of Yumichika’s activewear so he could press his lips to the smooth skin on his belly.
Yumichika gasped at the contact, hands flying to clutch at Ikkaku’s back, such a soft caress so foreign to him that he was unsure of how to react. In order to give Ikkaku more room, Yumichika leaned back just a little, one hand bracing on the bed behind him while he kept the other pressed flat between Ikkaku’s shoulder blades.
“While I agree that I may possess the beauty of a god…,” Yumichika murmured, trailing off distractedly as Ikkaku mouthed at his hip bones and wiggled his tongue into the dip of his navel. He’d meant to protest Ikkaku’s reasoning, or at least something close to it, but he was too lost in sensation to continue that train of thought, eyes fluttering as he watched Ikkaku do exactly as he’d planned: worship him.
“‘S this okay?” Ikkaku muttered into his skin, words muffled by the proximity and the way Ikkaku seemed reluctant to detach himself from Yumichika’s flesh.
“Yes, you idiot, now touch me more.” Yumichika already sounded out of breath, and felt like it, too, lightheaded with the concoction of Ikkaku’s touch and his words.
His shirt was raised a few more inches just for Ikkaku’s lips to follow, chasing after the hem as if he couldn’t get enough. Yumichika was powerless to it, quivering and twitching beneath each swipe of that warm tongue, and ticklish with each hot pant of Ikkaku’s breath. He’d never been touched so carefully before, but not in the sense as if he would break; no, Ikkaku wasn’t pulling his punches, per se, but each and every touch was intentional, placed with purpose, and Yumichika found himself arching into every one, skin alight with heated goosebumps and a pleasant, humming sensation just below the surface.
Once Ikkaku got his shirt far enough up to where it was pressing up under his arms, Yumichika pulled the offending material over his head and tossed it carelessly across the room. It was the most bare he’d been in front of Ikkaku, well, ever, and for the briefest of moments he wasn’t sure whether he should feel relieved or ashamed. But then Ikkaku was leaning back, just enough to give him a good once-over, hands stroking down the length of Yumichika’s sides as he uttered:
“You pretty everywhere or somethin’? That just ain’t fair.”
Just like that, Yumichika’s ego swelled with pride and Ikkaku’s attention, teeth biting into his bottom lip in a poor attempt to hide his widening grin.
“You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?” Yumichika quipped back, and Ikkaku met that grin with his own, all teeth and beaming adoration as he leaned into Yumichika’s exposed chest.
The flat of Ikkaku’s tongue swiped over a nipple, and the sensation sent a jolt of electricity through Yumichika’s body, a surprised sound of pleasure erupting from his lips without his volition; it was something high-pitched and startled, as if he’d just been zapped at high voltage. Ikkaku peeked up at him cautiously from the corner of his eye, though he didn’t back off, and when Yumichika moved his hand from where it had been rooted to the muscles on his back to instead cup the curve of his smooth skull, Ikkaku took it as invitation enough to keep going.
Eyes closed, Ikkaku wrapped his lips around the pebbling bud and suckled tenderly, earning another delighted sound from Yumichika, though this one wasn’t quite as alarmed. Pressing Ikkaku closer by the hand on the back of his head, Yumichika outright whimpered when teeth grazed the sensitive peak just as Ikkaku brought a hand up to thumb at the other, tongue twirling in a perfect little circle to trace the shape of Yumichika’s pink areola.
“You devil,” Yumichika gasped breathlessly as Ikkaku switched sides, mouth making a wet, popping sound as he detached himself from the first. It was like every touch was heightened, dialed up to eleven, and this time, when Ikkaku took a mouthful of Yumichika’s pectoral muscle and bit, Yumichika tossed his head back and squeezed Ikkaku about the hips, legs locking in tight around him as an unadulterated wave of arousal spiked deep in his belly.
“Mmm,” Ikkaku hummed against his flesh, cracking an eye open just enough to peer up at Yumichika with a teasing glint in his eye, “ain’t it angels who worship gods?”
Yumichika scoffed, only to gasp at the way Ikkaku flicked his tongue over the hard peak of his nipple, hyper-sensitive with the way Ikkaku turned him on so quickly.
“Oh, please,” Yumichika hadn’t meant for it to sound so much like an actual plea, but the word tumbled out as such anyway, sounding as aching and desperate as he felt, “did you really just refer to yourself as an angel? When you’re doing this to me?”
Ikkaku merely chuckled in response, both hands caressing down the expanse of Yumichika’s back before travelling right back up, as if the touch were there just to experience and feel. Simple as it was, Yumichika still shuddered beneath it, caught between arching into Ikkaku’s hands and the warmth of his mouth. For a while, Ikkaku kept his attention there, sucking and licking and nibbling at Yumichika’s chest until it was red and puffy from all the attention, his hands exploring freely anywhere else they could reach; Yumichika’s back, his hips, the ridges of his ribs. However, the soft skin of his belly seemed to be somewhat of a favorite, those war-worn fingers always ending up back there, stroking over his navel with his knuckles or tracing the divots of his hips.
Through all of that attention, all of that worship, Yumichika could only pant and squirm, skin overheated and tingling everywhere Ikkaku touched. Being treated like this, like something worth the appreciation, Yumichika could finally feel that respect washing down over him, cradling him in something delicate and sentimental that made him fall in love with Ikkaku all the more. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t rough, and the more Ikkaku seemed to enjoy it— huffing and panting appreciatively against Yumichika’s flesh— the more Yumichika got lost in it, settling into that blissful feeling of being truly wanted and desired; not as an object, but as a person, wholly valued for every part of himself in the way only a lover could.
“More, Ikkaku,” Yumichika demanded after what felt like an eternity of relentless admiration, cock hard in the confines of his leggings and desperate for attention. He was already so short of breath and lightheaded, but when Ikkaku finally raised his gaze, heated and hungry, Yumichika felt all of his blood rush south, making him dizzy with his desire.
“Yeah?” Ikkaku asked, gruff and grinning, to which Yumichika could only nod eagerly, hands reaching for Ikkaku’s so he could guide them where he wanted them: at the waistband of his tights, heart hammering away with anticipation and excitement.
“Yes,” Yumichika murmured, feeling crazed and unhinged in the best way, “I need it.” And although Yumichika loathed to sound so desperate, he couldn’t help himself, that need so deep-rooted he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Ikkaku grunted as if he’d been punched, a guttural sound procured of his own need that Yumichika was not unaffected by. Swift and strong, Ikkaku slipped his fingers beneath Yumichika’s elastic waistband and slid the stretchy material down, down, down until Yumichika was forced to point his toes in order for Ikkaku to rip them clean off. Along the way, his hands caressed every inch of Yumichika’s skin he could reach, from the curve of his hips to the meat of his thighs, catching on the crease of his knee before tracing the muscled expanse of his calves; Yumichika may have been left exposed to the chilly air by the end of it, yet he was left feeling blazingly hot in the wake of Ikkaku’s touch.
“So damn pretty,” Ikkaku muttered absently, as if he wasn’t even aware he’d spoken out loud, eyes roving over every inch of Yumichika’s exposed form. He looked absolutely ravenous, like he couldn’t pick a place to start, hands clenched into tight fists where they rested on the top of his thighs while he merely observed.
Being looked at so keenly, truly feeling seen, Yumichika shifted around somewhat nervously, cock standing proud and twitching with Ikkaku’s undivided attention. He was already leaking a little, wet and shiny, and the longer Ikkaku looked, the more precum beaded at the tip. He’d never wanted to be touched so badly before, feeling like he was going to burst out of his skin if Ikkaku didn’t do something soon, yet he couldn’t quite bring himself to break the trance just yet, loving that worshipping stare just as much as he felt tortured by it.
“You like what you see, hmm?” Yumichika asked softly, one hand reaching out to caress the back of Ikkaku’s head into a sweeping motion along his jaw. He could feel the tension there, where Ikkaku must have been clenching his teeth, and he gently soothed it away with a circular motion of his fingers, massaging at the hinge until Ikkaku let out a deep breath and relaxed a little.
Overeager, Ikkaku nodded rapidly in agreement, nostrils flaring with a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. Between his legs, Yumichika could see where Ikkaku was hard and straining as well, the looser material of his joggers nearly tented with his arousal; he hadn’t been touched and yet he was fully erect, all thanks to the privilege of touching Yumichika’s body. The notion was flattering, and Yumichika felt another spike of arousal that sent his own cock twitching yet again at the sight, a startled little breath escaping his lips in a huff.
“Is that all for me?” Yumichika cooed, extending his right leg to press his toes against the defined, fat head of Ikkaku’s cock. His reaction was immediate: a pleasured hiss and a buck of his hips that thrust the tip between Yumichika’s biggest and second toes. Then, visibly steeling himself, Ikkaku locked up all of his muscles and grasped gently onto Yumichika’s ankle, bowing his head as he nodded pathetically.
Yumichika would be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely adore how weak Ikkaku was to him, how any part of Yumichika could be touching him and he’d be so close to crumbling it was visible. There was a certain feeling of power that washed over him with the discovery, and Yumichika smirked, wicked and sinful, as he wiggled his toes, still pressed up against Ikkaku’s cockhead despite the grip his ankle had been wrapped up in.
“Yumi…,” Ikkaku grunted in warning, hips rocking once more before he was finally able to gather enough strength to pull Yumichika’s foot away from his groin. He took labored breaths as he held Yumichika’s leg suspended in the air, a tiny, pin-sized wet spot forming at the front of his sweats.
Biting his lip, Yumichika giggled somewhere between feigned innocence and outright glee, only to be disarmed immediately when Ikkaku pulled his ankle up to his lips, placing a delicate kiss to the knob of the joint. The touch of his lips was tender, laden with care, only to place a trail of others just like it up the length of Yumichika’s calf, dragging his lips more and more between each one.
“Let me take care ‘a you,” Ikkaku murmured when he reached the bend of Yumichika’s knee, amber eyes dragging up the length of Yumichika’s body before meeting violet in an unnervingly open gaze. Those kisses then continued up the inside of Yumichika’s thigh, sending wisps of unexpected pleasure through his core with each one. When Ikkaku reached the crease of his hip, he nuzzled and then nipped at the flesh there, taking in a deep inhale of him as he gently placed Yumichika’s foot back on the ground.
“You’re an animal,” Yumichika uttered reverently, spreading his legs a little farther so that Ikkaku could swipe his tongue along the crease in his groin. He shuddered with it, cock twitching desperately for attention with Ikkaku so close, only to be denied as Ikkaku wrapped his fingers around the opposite ankle so that he could start a similar ascent there; similar yet not identical in that his teeth joined the mix, nipping at various spots with no particular discretion.
“I love you,” Ikkaku murmured into the fleshiest part of his thigh, teeth wrapping around the meatiness of it like he couldn’t control the urge, “you didn’t forget that, did’ja?”
A startled laugh escaped Yumichika’s lips as tears stung at his eyes, tears that he quickly blinked away before they could ruin the moment.
“How could I? You never shut up about it,” Yumichika teased, one hand caressing at the back of Ikkaku’s head while the other toyed with the cartilage of his ear, stroking the shape of it before he pinched the lobe.
“Good, ‘cause I ain’t gonna stop.” Both of Ikkaku’s hands slid up the length of Yumichika’s legs, tender kisses inching closer and closer to where Yumichika was still hard and aching.
“I love every part ‘a ya,” Ikkaku stated like the most finite truth, lifting his head to look Yumichika square in the eyes, “understand?”
Blinking more wretched tears away, Yumichika nodded, breathless both in his arousal and his affections.
“I understand.”
With that, Ikkaku gave a curt nod before he leaned in to place a kiss firmly in the center of Yumichika’s chest. It felt like he was kissing Yumichika’s heart— as grotesquely sentimental as that thought was— and Yumichika had to shut his eyes against it, flooded with an overwhelming rush of emotion; only to have them snap back open in an instant as Ikkaku leaned down to lap his tongue over the head of Yumichika’s cock. He gasped with the sensation, then moaned unabashedly when Ikkaku wrapped his lips around the flushed tip, senses alight with pleasure and lust.
”Ikkaku–,” Yumichika broke off on a whimper, new sparks of pleasure exploding with the swirl of Ikkaku’s tongue about the crown. Hands scrabbling for purchase, Yumichika gripped at Ikkaku’s shoulders and back, breaths coming in rapid succession as he was quickly overwhelmed. Just as before, Yumichika had never been touched like this, and it sent his toes curling into the fluffy rug at his feet.
Regardless of having no experience in receiving, Yumichika still knew how to perform the acts, and with that experience it quickly became glaringly obvious that Ikkaku did not. There was nothing inherently bad about it, just that his actions were a bit awkward and fumbling, but he made up for all of that in eagerness and gusto. It was perfect, honestly; a far stretch from anything Yumichika knew and amazingly pleasurable in the way Ikkaku so clearly poured himself into doing his best.
He was sloppy, making slurping sounds and placing aborted touches as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands, but Yumichika loved it, every single second of it. He arched and moaned with every pass of Ikkaku’s tongue over the sensitive glans and clutched with biting fingernails into Ikkaku’s broad back when he finally wrapped his hand around the base, stroking off-rhythm with the hasty bobbing of his head. His other hand eventually found its way to caressing the soft skin of Yumichika’s inner thigh, sometimes squeezing excitedly when Yumichika would keen or whimper. As messy as it was, it was so undeniably flawless in its own way, and Yumichika felt his arousal keying up with every lick of pleasure Ikkaku sent up his spine.
”I love you,” Yumichika whispered, so breathy and wanton it was embarrassing, yet he couldn’t seem to care; especially not when Ikkaku seemed to enjoy it so much, mouth sliding down farther on his shaft to swallow more of Yumichika’s cock. He whined with how good it felt, knees squeezing in at Ikkaku’s sides as he scratched helplessly at Ikkaku’s back.
”Gods, how could you–,” Yumichika broke off on a sweet moan, bucking up into the feverish heat of Ikkaku’s mouth, “how could you make me love you so much?”
For reasons unbeknownst to Yumichika, that made Ikkaku moan, the vibrations travelling through him so pleasantly that Yumichika tossed his head back with a bitten-back shout. Bracing one hand behind himself on the bed as he’d done earlier, Yumichika used the leverage to lift his hips in time with Ikkaku’s rhythm, pushing himself possibly a little deeper than Ikkaku could handle, though he showed no signs of stopping. He sputtered and gagged a little at first, though he persevered, matching Yumichika for every thrust until he was practically swallowing him down to the hilt.
“Nnh– ahh!” Yumichika cried as he rocked up onto his toes, chasing after that wondrous pleasure like his life depended on it. He wasn’t sure when, but at some point Ikkaku had anchored both hands onto his hips, helping guide the way Yumichika was practically fucking his face by that point. The hand at Ikkaku’s back scraped manicured nails up his neck until he was gripping at the back of Ikkaku’s skull, using the leverage to ground himself as he inched closer and closer to his peak.
“That feels– amazing–” Yumichika babbled, sounding like he was near tears with bliss. He never wanted it to stop, yet he was practically starving for that rush of release, stomach coiling tight with his pending orgasm. As a moment of clarity dawned on him, Yumichika tilted his head down from where he’d been arched up toward the ceiling so he could watch, a delighted whimper escaping him at the sight.
Ikkaku’s brow was knit with concentration, hips bucking uselessly into nothing as his cockhead rubbed a wet streak into the seam of his sweatpants. He was coiled tight, muscles locked with determination as he bobbed his head and worked his jaw to suck and lick at Yumichika’s cock like he was trying to savor it. Best of all, he wasn’t stopping, all those hours of relentless workouts and strength training doing wonders for his stamina, even in this regard. Now that he was looking, Yumichika couldn’t tear his eyes away, half-baked praises and pleas for more tumbling out of his lips as if he’d lost all control.
“So good– Ikkaku, please, I– I’m so– you’re so–,” he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, yet he couldn’t complete a single coherent thought. He felt like he was overheating, face and chest burning hot with the flush of his arousal, with the burning desire inside of him. He just wanted to come already, but then his hips were being pressed down into the mattress, pinned there as Ikkaku pulled off, and the undignified sound Yumichika made in response was not one he would ever admit to making at all.
“What are you–?!” Yumichika asked— begged— in a rush, sounding every bit as manic and desperate as he felt.
“Wanna…,” Ikkaku trailed off, eyes half-lidded and dazed as he licked a long, lazy line up the underside of Yumichika’s cock, “worship you…”
Yumichika let out a frustrated noise, a mixture of gut-wrenching pleasure and desperation, as he scratched at Ikkaku’s skull. The heathen that he was, Ikkaku merely groaned delightedly and bucked his hips at the sting, lips mouthing at the sensitive skin of Yumichika’s balls as Ikkaku shuddered from head-to-toe.
“Worship me– mmph, haah– some other time!” Yumichika attempted to protest, though it didn’t go well with all the sounds of pleasure in-between, precum leaking from the tip of his cock like a faucet only for Ikkaku to lick it up like a man starving. Clenching his teeth, Yumichika whimpered, cock twitching against the flat of Ikkaku’s tongue, only to leak more precum against spit-slick lips as Ikkaku placed fat, messy kisses against the frenulum.
“Uh-uh,” Ikkaku denied, tracing his tongue down the length of him this time instead of up, “gotta worship you every time.” He nuzzled at the base of Yumichika’s cock as he spoke, licking at the base and nipping at the sensitive skin on his pelvic bone so that goosebumps exploded across his skin.
”Please,” Yumichika pleaded, feeling so dangerously close to his orgasm that he was worried it might get ruined, “I want to– I need to–.”
Ikkaku did it again, licked a path from base to tip, only this time he wrapped his fist around Yumichika’s cock in his wake, tonguing at the tender skin of Yumichika’s frenulum as he stroked him in quick succession. It was when the tip of Ikkaku’s tongue dipped into the slit of his cock that Yumichika finally lost it, toes curling and back bowing as he whimpered and whined with his release.
The feeling was mind-numbing, an intense rush of pleasure washing through every nerve ending in his body like he’d never felt before. He trembled with it, and as the first splash of his cum painted Ikkaku’s tongue and lips, he made quick work to swallow him up again, smearing cum along his mouth and down the shaft of Yumichika’s cock as he sucked the rest out of him. That time, Yumichika shouted with pleasure, head tilted up to the ceiling as he gasped for air with every white-hot spike of pleasure; and Ikkaku, the devoted, wonderful man that he was, sucked every last drop out of him, moaning and rocking his hips the whole way as if he were the one who’d just shot off like a rocket.
Finally too over-sensitive to handle anymore, Yumichika trembled and pushed at Ikkaku’s shoulders, unable to form the words he needed but grateful that Ikkaku understood all the same. He backed off with a wet pop and licked at his lips greedily, swiping some cum from the corner of his lips with his thumb, only to lick that last drop clean, too. The image was unbelievably erotic, forever burned into Yumichika’s mind, and with scrabbling, desperate hands, Yumichika pulled Ikkaku up on top of him by the shoulders, flopping back onto the bed so that Ikkaku could properly loom over top of him.
Not wanting to waste any time on words and still so keyed-up that he felt frantic, Yumichika scooted back on the bed enough that Ikkaku could crawl atop it, atop him, holding himself stock-still above Yumichika as his hands darted for Ikkaku’s pants. He pulled the waistband down just enough that he could hook it under Ikkaku’s balls and took the briefest moment to marvel at the sheer size of him, hard and proud and—
“Did you…?” Yumichika muttered, observing the sticky, white mess smeared along the head and dripping down the shaft of Ikkaku’s still-hard cock.
“Yeah…,” Ikkaku muttered, face flushed tomato-red when Yumichika glanced up at him. He was avoiding eye-contact, staring down at where Yumichika’s hands hovered around his erect cock, twitching as if he hadn’t come once already.
“When?” Yumichika asked with reverent adoration, heartbeat kicking up a few notches at the idea that Ikkaku had come simply from pleasuring him. It was certainly a new phenomenon for him, but one that he found he rather liked, blood running hot with how desired it made him feel.
“Uh… when you…,” Ikkaku cleared his throat, leaning down to bury his face in Yumichika’s neck in an uncharacteristic display of bashfulness, “when you finished…”
If Yumichika hadn’t just had the best orgasm of his life, he would have gotten hard all over again, though that didn’t seem to be an issue for Ikkaku, who was still hard and twitching above him. Wrapping one hand around the thick shaft just below the head of Ikkaku’s cock, Yumichika used the other to push Ikkaku away from his hiding place in his neck, swallowing up the moan he let out at Yumichika’s touch with a kiss. Then, Yumichika cupped the back of Ikkaku’s neck and started a slow, lazy rhythm on his cock, matching the languid pace of their kiss as he tongued his way past Ikkaku’s lips and licked up the taste of himself with fervor.
Dazed as he was, Ikkaku struggled to keep up, constantly chasing after Yumichika’s tongue with his own and his fist with his hips. All the while, Ikkaku was panting and groaning, his own hand miraculously finding its way to cradle the back of Yumichika’s head where he tangled his fingers into that silky-soft hair he adored so much. When they parted, Ikkaku brought his forehead down to rest against Yumichika’s, a guttural sound punched out of him when Yumichika began using both hands to stroke over his cock.
“Don’t you dare tell anyone I’ve said this, but you’re perfect, Ikkaku,” Yumichika murmured in the minute space between them, violet eyes lidded and tender in a way he’d only ever directed toward Ikkaku.
Stupefied by the hands on him and the gentle, honest nature of those words, Ikkaku could only nod dumbly in response. He was lost, so utterly gone on Yumichika that there was no saving him; not that he’d even want to be saved. Intense, devout amber eyes roamed all over Yumichika as Ikkaku steadily bucked into his buttery-soft hands, drinking in every inch of the embodiment of beauty that he could.
“Yer so fuckin’ pretty,” Ikkaku muttered senselessly as his eyes darted between Yumichika’s flushed face and the rest of his pink-with-arousal form, “beautiful, fuck, yer so beautiful.”
Yumichika’s breath hitched at those words, because even though Ikkaku had said it before, it still never got old. He always wanted to be beautiful to Ikkaku, wanted to be what he loved and cherished, and that reminder was a blissful balm he never wanted to cease. He couldn’t help but preen a little under the praise, arching his neck elegantly and fluttering his lashes to the pleasant surprise of Ikkaku leaning in to kiss at his exposed throat.
“How’d I get so damn lucky?” Ikkaku gritted out while Yumichika sped up the pace of his hands, twisting one around the wet head while he stroked up and down with the other.
“I believe I should be the one saying that,” Yumichika murmured with a bit of amusement in his tone, though he meant every word. How had he gotten so lucky, to be saved and kept close to the heart of such a wonderful man?
“Nngh– haah–,” Ikkaku moaned as he bucked faster into Yumichika’s hands, his cock hot and throbbing where Yumichika squeezed tighter at him. It was obvious he was getting close, his girth twitching between Yumichika’s fingers, and when Ikkaku lifted his head once again, he smashed their lips together in a filthy, sloppy kiss, increasingly uncoordinated as he neared his release.
As Yumichika kept stroking with one hand, the other wrapped tight around the tip where Ikkaku’s thrusting kept forcing the head through the circle of his fingers. All the while, they kept kissing, nipping at each others lips and moaning softly between them until Yumichika dragged his thumb over the slit, rubbing tight circles into the frenulum until Ikkaku was rocking his whole body forward, breaking their kiss to cry out as he spilled all over Yumichika’s prone form.
It painted him in thick, powerful ropes of white, all the way from his collarbones down to his navel. Considering Ikkaku had orgasmed once already, the amount of cum he still had to spill was nearly absurd, splashing in spurt after spurt as Yumichika kept working his cock when Ikkaku no longer had the wherewithal to keep thrusting. His breath grew reedy and whiny as pleasure pressed into oversensitivity, though he didn’t dare pull away, even as Yumichika knew it must have grown near-unbearable to keep being touched.
“Fuck,” Ikkaku cursed, fingers fisting in the sheets and Yumichika’s hair as he just kept stroking, another weak spurt of cum dribbling from the tip as Ikkaku made a punched-out sound of pained-pleasure, ”fuck!”
”Tell me to stop,” Yumichika whispered, eyes honed in on Ikkaku’s face with rapt attention. He was red all over, features twisted in a kind of agony Ikkaku seemed to be enjoying, and when Ikkaku didn’t tell him to stop, Yumichika kept going.
”Ahh– nngh!” Ikkaku groaned like a wild animal, brow pinching, pinching, and then it was like something snapped, a sob-like sound escaping his lips as all the tension in his face broke and he came again, barely-there little dribbles of cum and violent twitches of his cock the only indication of another orgasm.
“You’re amazing,” Yumichika uttered with wrecked adoration, kissing at Ikkaku’s face as he wrung that last orgasm out of him, “so good to me, Ikkaku, look at you.”
With a pained hiss, Ikkaku finally grasped at Yumichika’s wrist with lightning speed, muttering a quick, ”stop, stop, stop,” under his breath. Cock soft and spent, it slipped from Yumichika’s grasp as he pulled his hands away, the both of them glancing down to look at the white, sticky mess coating his fingers. The sight was obscene, Yumichika’s pale skin glistening with a thick layer of cum that didn’t even account for the mess on his chest.
“That was impressive,” Yumichika muttered in mild shock, partly because it was and partly because, well, he didn’t know what to do now that it was all said and done. He was officially entirely out of his depth, unfamiliar with what niceties typically followed such a tryst between lovers.
Thankfully, Ikkaku laughed a tired little chuckle as he shook his head, lips finding Yumichika’s to kiss him chaste and tender.
“Let me clean you up.”
For a brief moment, Yumichika was left there to lie with his hands suspended awkwardly in the air, the cool air of the room finally hitting him. He could hear Ikkaku running water in the bathroom sink, followed by the sound of the tub filling before he returned with a damp washcloth draped over his fingers. Crawling back into the bed, Ikkaku gently wiped him clean with the warm cloth and deft hands, kissing softly at Yumichika’s temple where he knew a faint scar marred his skin; it was barely there, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, yet Ikkaku always kissed it like he could make it dissipate entirely with his love alone.
“I’ve got the bath running,” Ikkaku muttered as he wiped the last of his mess from Yumichika’s skin and pulled back just enough to gaze into his eyes, free hand brushing his knuckles along Yumichika’s jaw, “it’s all yours, unless you want some company.”
Yumichika blinked, and blinked again, expecting this mirage of a moment to disappear, but each time he blinked Ikkaku was still there, patient and awaiting his response. He kissed at Ikkaku’s fingers when they brushed close to his mouth, eyelids fluttering as he contemplated his options.
“Join me,” Yumichika finally murmured once he came to his decision, lips pressed to the pad of Ikkaku’s thumb, “that way you can clean me properly.”
Ikkaku snorted and grinned down at him, placing a playful nip to Yumichika’s cheek.
“Alright,” Ikkaku agreed easily enough, sliding off the bed to then scoop Yumichika up in his arms.
Yumichika went easily enough, holding on to Ikkaku’s shoulders as he was carried into the bathroom, the tub halfway full by the time he was set on his feet again. They stood in the middle of the bathroom, kissing and clinging to each other while the bath finished filling, only for Ikkaku to ruin the moment when he murmured against Yumichika’s lips:
“Don’t think I forgot you called me perfect, Yumi.”
(It didn’t ruin the moment at all).