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Ichigo and Orihime are happy to spend some time staying with his family. His wife knows just how much his family means to him, and she cares about them quite a bit as well. They really are the only family that she has now, and either way, if it is for Ichigo’s happiness, she is willing to do just about anything. But would she feel the same way if she knew what went on when her back was turned?
Ichigo is not sure about all of that, and it makes him feel that much worse about what he is about to do. Actually, what really makes him feel worse is the fact that she would probably not blame him for this, even if she found out. She would either excuse it completely or find some way to blame herself for it, and either way, that would be wrong. She should hate him for it, should consider him a terrible husband and want to leave him right away. That would be more bearable than seeing her excuse it, but he knows that is what she would do, and that is why he can’t ever let her find out the truth.
Ichigo never wants anyone to find out the truth, about what a depraved slut he really is, and has always been.
As soon as Orihime falls asleep on that first night, as soon as he knows that she is out, he slips out of their room, and heads to his father’s room. Isshin will still be awake, because he knows what is coming, even if he wishes that he could avoid it. That makes two of them, but Ichigo knows that there is no getting around this, not for him, nor for his father.
He opens the door, his expression faltering as soon as he lays eyes on Isshin. Suddenly, the serious look in his eyes melts away, and Ichigo looks needy and desperate, absolutely pathetic, almost like a lost little boy, who needs this more than anything else in the whole world. Isshin sighs, a guilty sound as he looks up at his son, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“You can’t keep me waiting this long,” Ichigo says, as he crosses the room, approaching Isshin’s bed. “You know how badly I need this.”
“Ichigo, you know it’s better if we stop. It’s been so long that we could really just quit, don’t you think?” Even as he speaks, it seems that Isshin knows just how impossible that really is.
“It’s your fault that I’m like this,” Ichigo replies. “We aren’t going to stop any time soon, and you know it. Hell, at this point, you know that we’re never going to stop, and it’s all your fault. If you didn’t want this, you shouldn’t have started this.”
Of course, Isshin knows that, and that is where his guilt comes from. He can never make up for what he did in the past, when he was too lonely and Ichigo reminded him too much of his late mother, but he wants so badly to stop, so that he can at least pretend that Ichigo is capable of living a normal life, with his loving wife by his side, the two of them creating a family together, with Ichigo not looking for any and every excuse to try and get time alone with his own dad.
Ichigo is already stripping out of his pajamas, but Isshin remains still, watching him, wondering if there is anything that he can do to stop this. But he already knows that there isn’t, because Ichigo knows what he wants, and it’s all his fault that he ever turned out like this to begin with. As soon as he is stripped down, Ichigo steps forward to start tugging at Isshin’s pants, getting them out of the way without needing his father to go along with it.
As soon as he starts jerking his cock, Isshin is already hard for his son, unable to fight that off, and once Ichigo is satisfied with that, he climbs onto his lap, straddling Isshin’s cock and ready to take what he wants. Though Isshin has done nothing to enable him, he has also done nothing to try and stop him, because he already knows Ichigo will keep fighting for more, and either way, he is going to give into it in the end, because he is the pathetic one, the one who has no self-control.
But for right now, he tries to resist it, tries to resist his own impulses. Ichigo sinks down onto his cock, desperate to use him at last, to get what he wants from the only man, the only person, that can truly satisfy him. Without his father, he feels all alone, and he hates that he turned out this way, but the only way he can start to feel alright again is when he has his dad’s cock buried inside of him.
As he begins frantically riding him, he uses Isshin as little more than a living sex toy, not caring if he does anything or not, just as long as he does not stop Ichigo from using him. Isshin tries to resist how good it feels, even though he knows that he has always lost, that he is never going to win, no matter how many times they do this. He knows that his resolve can only last so long, but still he tries to keep from moving, to let Ichigo take all of the control, as if that could absolve any of his guilt.
But he is still only a man, and Ichigo is so tight around him, bouncing up and down so frantically, and it drives him mad, until finally, he knows that he can’t help himself anymore. There is nothing else that he wants, right now or ever, and he is going to make his son his own, going to claim him just as he did all those years ago, and every chance that he has had since then.
Isshin can’t just let himself be used when he has someone as tight as Ichigo on top of him, bringing back every memory of just how good this is, just why he was never able to break this habit, back when the two of them still lived together, and why, nowadays, he misses it more than he could ever possibly say. Reaching up, he takes hold of Ichigo’s hips and pulls him down hard on his cock, making his son scream out for him.
Just like that, he has shown Ichigo who the boss really is. So many times, he has had to put Ichigo back in his place, because his son is always such a brat, no matter how many times he is made to submit. He is demanding and whiny, and so very needy, and what is this little incident, other than Ichigo showing that he is still every bit as much of a brat as he has always been? He just could not handle not getting his way, so he claimed his father and tried to take control, only to get put right back in his place.
Like this the two of them fuck until sunrise, with Isshin keeping a tight grip on Ichigo, first pulling him and down on his cock, turning the tables and using him as the toy, and later, when they switch positions, pounding into him hard from behind. No matter how he fucks him, though, there is no doubt about who is in control. With his resolve completely shattered on the first night, the tone for Ichigo’s visit has been clearly set.
~X~
From that point on, it is right back to how things were when they still lived under the same roof. With Ichigo and Orihime staying for a week, that gives Isshin plenty of opportunities to fuck his son senseless, just the way that they used to do. He knows that he is to blame for everything that has happened, even when Ichigo is the one who initiated this time, but it is hard to feel guilty after the two of them have already accepted their fate, and reminded themselves of how good it really is.
No matter who they may have tried using, there is nothing that can replace the feeling that they get when together.
When Isshin says, “I’m going out for a bit! I’ve got to go pick up Yuzu and Karin!” Ichigo is at his heels in an instant.
“How about I come with you?” he asks. “You don’t mind, do you, Orihime?”
“Not at all,” his wife responds with a smile, and he feels a pang of guilt. He really does love her, but he can’t change the way he feels about Isshin, and so, he can’t help but give into this depravity, and will never be able to stop himself from carrying on behind her back. At least this way, he does not to live with the guilt that would definitely come if she knew, and really did act like it made sense, letting him do anything that she wants and all because of how much she loves him.
“I don’t know about that…” Isshin tries, already knowing what will happen if the two of them are alone in a car. But with Orihime smiling like that, both her and Ichigo insisting that it will give him more time to spend with his little sisters, it would look too strange for him to turn Ichigo down. It is a dirty trick, getting his wife’s permission to go, because Isshin doesn’t want Orihime to think they are having an argument, or whatever reason she would supply for why he refuses to let Ichigo come along.
Sure enough, they have only just pulled away from the house when Ichigo reaches down to Isshin’s lap, to undo his zipper, pulling out his cock. Isshin does his best to focus on the road with his son jacking him off all the while, leaving him moaning, and very glad when he is able to pull into a parking spot. Soon enough, the girls will be coming to the car, so they don’t have a lot of time…
Which means it is a good thing that it does not take long for Ichigo to make him come like this, leaning down so that he can take his dad’s load in his mouth. Then, it is Isshin’s turn, leaning down over Ichigo and unzipping his pants, freeing his erection. Ichigo is nearly as big as he is, which shows that he takes after his father in more than a few regards, but Isshin has no trouble with sucking him off. He has had a lot of practice, even if it has been a while since the two of them have done this, and it is familiar to him.
In no time at all, he has taking Ichigo all the way to his throat, bobbing his head on his cock, making his son whine for him. He is so breathless that he can’t even whine right now, too far gone to be the brat that they both know he really is. It will not take very long for him to fall apart, and Isshin is looking to hurry this along as much as he possibly can.
Ichigo tangles his fingers in his father’s hair, pushing him down further when he is close to edge, forcing Isshin to take his cock down his throat, and keeping him there as he comes. Ichigo shoots his load into his father’s mouth, and Isshin swallows most of it down, until Ichigo lets up, allowing him to move. With that, he pulls Ichigo into a kiss, pressing his tongue into his son’s mouth, making him taste his own seed.
Ichigo moans for him, and the two embrace, making out for just a few moments more, before they remember that they need to get sorted before the girls get to the car.
~X~
The next day, the two of them are on the couch, watching TV. Orihime is out right now with some friends and the girls aren’t home either, so father and son have all the time in the world to bond, or so they think. They have spent the whole morning fucking each other, and finally, they decided to take things easy, since Orihime could be coming home any minute now.
Watching TV together should have been enough to take their minds off of each other, but even sitting next to each other while no one else is around is too much for either of them to handle. Ichigo is the one to break first, reaching over to start groping at Isshin.
“Come on, kid,” Isshin says, sounding tired. “You know we probably don’t have time. Give it a rest, yeah?”
“Like hell,” Ichigo replies, not willing to back down, brat that he is. “I know what I want, so why would I want to stop? Besides, I bet we’ll be done in plenty of time, with how fast you shoot your load.”
“Sure you’re not talking about yourself there, kid?” Isshin knows that, by giving into what his son pushes for, he is just proving that he does not have the willpower to resist, but he is pretty sure that Ichigo figured that one out a long time ago. Either way, he can’t help getting hard with Ichigo groping him like this, and once he is hard, he might as well do something to take care of that, rather than trying to get it to go down on its own- an impossible feat to be sure, with his son there to keep tempting him as much as possible.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he finally mumbles, just giving into it all. If this is how things are going to be, then this is how things are going to be, and giving into it really is the easiest course of action. That, and he is still every bit as addicted to his son as ever, and it does not matter how many excuses he continues to make, if he is still this weak for it, and knows that the approach does not matter nearly as much as the fact that he just wants it.
Next thing he knows, Ichigo is in his lap, sinking down onto his cock and letting out an indulgent whine as he does so. It is just what he needed, and Isshin can’t deny that it is the same for him. It feels so good to be buried inside of him like this, the TV show completely forgotten in favor of how tight his son’s asshole is. Clamping his hands down on Ichigo’s hips, he intends to take control once again.
Maybe Ichigo gets his way a lot, and maybe the fact that he’s such a brat gets him farther than he would get otherwise, but that does not mean that Isshin is going to take any of this easy on him, or let him do this at his own pace. No, this is his chance to have his fun, and if they are on a time crunch anyway, it only makes sense that he should go all out.
Slamming Ichigo down on him all the way, he pushes as deep into his son as he can manage, loving the slight bulge that he can see, as he struggles to contain all of that size. Ichigo was raised to take it that big, groomed to love the way pain and pleasure mingle, and doomed to always be hopelessly hooked on his daddy’s cock. Right now, there are practically stars in his eyes, and times like these, Isshin sees more emotion from his son than he ever has before.
Holding Ichigo in place, he starts to thrust up into him, ready to fuck him within an inch of his life. Each time he pulls back, he thrusts back in that much harder, taking his time to get rougher and rougher, until finally, he starts to pick up the speed. All that Ichigo can do is moan helplessly as he is used like this, loving every second of it, and knowing now more than ever that this is something he can never be expected to let go of. Isshin must have been insane to assume that they could go their separate ways and lead normal lives, all because he moved out and got married.
No, that is never going to happen, and he is fine with that.
It does not take long for Isshin to get close, but Ichigo loses himself first, by just a little bit. They are both left moaning together, as Ichigo is filled up, and makes a mess of himself at the same time. The two of them are panting, trying to recover, when they hear the door open, with Orihime calling out that she is back home.
Quickly Ichigo scrambles off of his father’s lap, just in time for his wife to walk past them, behind the couch, not able to see what they are doing when they zip their pants. She mentions that she had a great time out and breezes right past them to the bedroom, both men letting out a sigh of relief. They came a bit too close to being caught there, and if they keep risking things, even Orihime is bound to notice eventually.
For now, though, they can be glad that they did not get caught up in the act, and hurriedly clean up any evidence, before Orihime emerges from the bedroom to start talking about dinner plans. Though Isshin keeps giving Ichigo looks, as if to blame him for the two of them almost getting caught, Ichigo does not feel as bad as he could right now. Beyond the usual twinge of guilt, he does not feel anything, really. As long as they didn’t get caught, it does not matter.
~X~
“We need to do some shopping before we make dinner,” Yuzu announces. It had been Orihime’s idea, for all five of them to try cooking together, and the girls were excited enough about that, even Karin. Of course, Isshin went along with whatever his darling daughters and wanted, and with how guilty Ichigo has felt this week, he could not turn Orihime down, no matter how cramped the kitchen feels with all of them in it, or how he knows things would turn out better if they just left it up to Yuzu.
“I can go out and get stuff,” Karin volunteers, and Yuzu quickly says that she will go with her, to make sure she actually gets the right thing. Then, Orihime decides that she is going to tag along as well, so that she can scope out any special ingredients that might make their meal more exciting, and then the girls are all gone.
It’s just Isshin and Ichigo, alone in the house again, and in an instant, they are kissing each other, clinging to one another, taking advantage of whatever time that they have to spend like this. At this point, it has just become habit, as they have used any time alone this week on each other, on giving into their lust all over again, neither of them able to help the fact that this is what they need.
When Ichigo pulls out of the kiss, it is so that he can kneel down in front of his father, fumbling with his zipper before pulling his cock out. No matter how many times they do this, and no matter how big he is on his own, he still always marvels at Isshin’s size when he is up close like this. He needs this, so badly that he can’t wait a moment longer, and so, he wraps his lips around his father’s cock, and starts sucking on the tip.
That does not last very long, before he is taking him deeper and deeper into his mouth. Isshin is so big that Ichigo had to get rid of his gag reflex a long time ago, and now, he can take his dad’s dick as deep as he wants to without gagging even a little bit. That is what he wants now, taking him all the way to his throat. When Isshin looks down, he can see his son’s face pressed into his groin, his throat bulging a bit from the size of his cock.
Rather than being gentle with him, he knows exactly what Ichigo needs right now, and clamps a hand on the back of his head so that he can get nice and rough with him. With Ichigo held firmly in place, there would be no way for him to pull back if he wanted to, and that makes it easier to go all out, knowing that his head is not going to be bobbing all over the place.
And so, Isshin starts to thrust forward, putting all of his strength into every thrust, fucking his son’s face with all that he has. Ichigo can just barely handle him like this, but the fact remains that he can handle it, and so, Isshin will give him no less, using him until he has worked himself into a frenzy, until he feels like he is not going to be able to handle this much longer. His pleasure continues to grow, and his son moans, muffled noises slipping out as he struggles to keep up with this intense treatment.
He is never given a chance to so much as breathe when he is used like this, getting more dizzy by the moment, but still hanging on, because this is what he wants, and he is not going to give up on that. He hangs on with all that the has, clinging to this moment, until finally, Isshin has reached his limit, unable to take it a moment longer. He comes straight down his son’s throat, and Ichigo swallows it down, not that he has the choice not to. Still, he does not gag even once, able to handle this because of all the experience that he has with sucking off his dad, and getting his throat fucked by him.
It takes him a good moment to catch his breath after Isshin pulls out of his mouth, leaving him gasping for air. Once he is able to recover, though, he stands up on shaky legs, leaning back against the counter, achingly hard and still quite dizzy. That is when Isshin kneels in front of him to return the favor, taking Ichigo’s cock in his mouth and starting to suck.
Ichigo is too far gone to try and give his father the same treatment, and he has never been much for taking control like that anyway. Instead, he is happy to just relax where he is, letting Isshin take the lead, slowly and gently sucking him off, bringing him ever closer to the edge as he does. All of this feels so good that he can just close his eyes, moaning more and more, until he can’t take it a moment longer, and comes, letting his father swallow his load, just like he did for him.
The two of them return to their senses soon enough, and hurry to make themselves presentable again, just in time for the girls to return with their shopping backs. If anyone notices that Ichigo is a bit out of breath while he helps with the cooking, no one points it out, but he doubts anyone can even tell. They are all enjoying themselves too much to think about what might have happened while they were gone, to even come close to guessing at what they would assume is impossible.
Pushing his guilt down, he just tries not to look at his father too much, and enjoy this family time. Still, it will not be long before he finds himself consumed with lust for Isshin all over again, and he knows it.
~X~
When the two of them are not able to get privacy, but their desires have begun to rage all out of control, they decide to leave the house together, to make their opportunity. Ichigo’s visit is coming to an end soon, and neither of them want to waste a single second that they could spend together, because they have to go back to pretending to be normal, living apart but neither one able to get over what the two of them have shared.
With all that in mind, with their need for one another too great, they decide to take a trip to the park, so that they can get away from the girls for a little while. Father and son need their alone time, with Ichigo feeling especially needy right now. The location is not ideal for privacy, but it is the best that they can do on a short notice, especially when neither know if they would be able to get away with getting a hotel room right now. And so, they go to the park, and find somewhere as private as they can, before Ichigo starts tugging at his dad’s clothes.
“Are you sure about this?” Isshin asks. “We could definitely get caught-”
“Come on, you turning into a coward on me?” Ichigo replies, challenging him. “I can tell you want it, so let’s just do it, already.”
Isshin says nothing to that, but he allows Ichigo to undo his pants and free his erection. No matter what, he knows what he wants, and he can’t resist when Ichigo is offering it to him. He remembers what Ichigo said that first night, and reminds himself that this is all his fault. He is the only one who could put a stop to this, but he is the only one who can satisfy the needs he created in his son. Whether he wants it or not, he needs to take responsibility, but he certainly wants it right now. No matter what, they are going to do this for the rest of their lives, and so, he just needs to accept the fact that this is never truly going to end.
Isshin sheds his lab coat and sits back against a tree and says, “Go on.”
Ichigo gets on top of him, straddling his lap, with such a needy look on his face. The way he is when the two of them are alone, when he is all worked up and desperate for this, he barely even seems like the same person. Isshin truly did do this to him, and in moments like this, his guilt is just as great as his desire right now. There is no way that he could ever break this habit, but he will always have to live with the fact that he broke his son in such a way that he has no chance of ever coming back from it.
Even if they stopped, it would not do Ichigo any good.
Ichigo wastes no time in sinking down on his cock, letting out a strangled moan as he does. He knows that they need to keep quiet, just as well as Isshin does, but it is had not to lose himself in this pleasure, loving everything about the way that he feels. He does not care a bit about what this means about him right now, not thinking about how broken he is, or how dependent he is on his father’s cock. The only thing he thinks about is how good it is to finally get what he wants, which is just further evidence of how dependent he really is. As long as he gets what he needs, he has nothing to worry about.
“Fuck,” Isshin hisses, trying so hard to keep his voice down, even if Ichigo doesn’t seem to want to put any effort into that. His son’s ass is as tight as ever, so perfect, the only hole that he has ever even fucked since he lost Masaki. The thought of which just makes him feel even more fucked up, even more at fault for the mess that they are in. Just like Ichigo, though, he is addicted, and he is never going to be able to replace this sort of feeling, even if he had what it took to put an end to things.
In no time at all, Ichigo is riding him for all that he is worth, biting his lip to try and keep his voice down, finally a bit more conscious of where they are. As they both get carried away in their pleasure, though, it is easy to forget about everything else going on around them, not paying attention to any other sounds, just completely wrapped up in one another.
At least, until Isshin hears footsteps coming closer, and goes stiff, panicking. They are behind a pretty thick tree, so there is a chance someone could pass by without seeing them, but only if they are careful. Roughly, he grabs Ichigo’s shoulders, forcing him to stop and holding him closer, thinking quick and reaching for his discarded lab coat to throw around Ichigo from behind, hoping that, by covering them up, it might just look like they’re in an embrace.
Silently, they both wait for the footsteps to pass them by, neither of them even daring to breathe. After what feels like a lifetime, whoever it is walks away without even looking behind the tree, and the two of them are able to get away with their act of public indecency. For Isshin, nearly getting caught should be a reason to stop, but for Ichigo, it is a reason to keep going, to ride his father even faster, so that the two of them can get off before anyone else happens upon them. Naturally, Ichigo is the one to get his way, not slowing until both he and Isshin are lost to their pleasure, both struggling to not scream out as they come.
They manage to get through this without getting caught, but Isshin is glad that the visit is nearly over, with all of the risks that they have been taking. If they keep things up like this, sooner or later, someone is going to find out.