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Captain Zaraki had been acting weird since that day. He had this angry-thinking look on his face, one that scared away most of his squad. Only his lieutenant, third and fifth seats seemed to not be scared shitless of him right now. He wanted to spar. As much as he liked taking on his whole squad at once, he wanted to spar with one man in particular.
That wasn’t exactly an option right now.
The last time Kenpachi sparred with the stuck up Princess was over a week ago. Their swords clashed beautifully, Kuchiki refused to use his bankai (like a pain in the ass), citing its destructive power and preference of not having to spend even more money on rebuilding parts of the Seireitei. The Kuchiki Clan had already spent exorbitant amounts of money after the last battle when a group of Menos Grande broke through.
Kuchiki had suddenly gotten real close at some points, and his pale cheeks went dark pink when their faces were a breath apart. Kenpachi remembered grinning at him, asking if he had a crush or something. Kuchiki averted his gaze, his pretty blush spreading to the tops of his ears. Their faces came closer, and closer… until Kuchiki closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.
The man seemed to remember himself after a few moments and pulled away, refusing to look Kenpachi in the eye and sheathing his zanpaku-to. He was mumbling about “overstepping” and “I don’t know what came over me.” Kenpachi couldn’t even get a word in before the pretty man shunpo’d away.
Ever since then, Kenpachi felt… funny. That was the best way he could put it. He was more than willing to admit that Byakuya Kuchiki was a beautiful man. He had soft-looking pale skin, nice eyes, a great body… damn he looked good. And he was smart, a good fighter, strong as hell… Kenpachi certainly wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay with him. But that kiss… even Kenpachi could tell that there was real feeling in that kiss. It was soft and hesitant, like Kuchiki was afraid he’d get punched for it.
Kenpachi wasn't going to punch him for it, but now he really wanted to. Kuchiki had been avoiding him . Like a teenager who just confessed their crush. The prissy princess hardly looked at him anymore. One reason for that could very well be because they hadn’t exactly been alone at the time, and people were talking. At the very least, in his own squad, it was pretty easy to get people to shut up. During the last captain’s meeting however, Kyoraku cast him a knowing glance and started singing ‘Byakuya and Kenpachi, sittin in a tree…’ Ukitake slapped a hand over the man’s mouth and began to drag him away.
“Sorry about him… Byakuya’s rather stubborn, isn’t he?”
Kenpachi was left standing there alone, so he went home to drink.
Byakuya was still beating himself up over that kiss. How could he be so stupid?! Just planting one on him, not even asking… What made it worse was that they had been seen . Rumors spread like wildfire, and only a few knew what actually happened. Renji, for one, as Byakuya wanted to clear things up with his second-in-command before things got too awkward. The SWA, as well, because they were a large part of the rumor mill and he wanted the rumors to stop . That, and Yachiru kept hounding him in public about when he was going to ‘go on another date with Kenny.’
No, they weren’t caught having sex. No, Byakuya definitely had all his clothes on, and was very much not stripping for that brute! It was one kiss!
Byakuya knew how far the rumors spread, and thus did his best to avoid the other man.
Ukitake told him that it would be better to try and talk with Zaraki, have a conversation, and maybe have a few drinks and see where things go.
(“Yeah!” Kyoraku laughed. “Right into his bed!” Byakuya shot him a glare, but it only made the older man laugh harder.)
The more Byakuya thought about that kiss, the more he wanted to at least try talking to Zaraki. Preferably tonight, when he knew the little pink menace would be staying the night at his house with the rest of the SWA. Every now and again, when they asked nicely, Byakuya would allow them to have sleepovers. With the added condition that all sake and damage would come out of the SWA’s expense account. For once, he was thankful they’d planned this. He needed some time alone with Zaraki.
When Byakuya finally made his decision, he took a quick bath and changed into a comfortable charcoal gray yukata. He grabbed a large bottle of his favorite sake—one he hoped Zaraki would like—and shunpo’d to where he knew Zaraki lived.
Once he made it to the door, he froze. What would he even say? ‘Sorry I attacked your mouth with my mouth?’ No, that sounded stupid. Sucking in a deep breath, he smoothed down any flyaways in his hair and knocked on the door.
His heart did a funny thud in his chest when Zaraki opened the door. He was out of uniform and his hair was down, falling in his face slightly and making him look younger. He looked quite surprised to see Byakuya at his door, but let him in anyway.
They sat down in the front room, sitting next to each other on one side of the low table in the center of the room. Byakuya’s face felt hot when Zaraki grabbed the bottle and opened. Giving the mouth a good sniff, he hummed appreciatively.
“Mmm, smells like some good shit.” He said, looking over at Byakuya and grinning. “Guess I don’t need to ask why you’re here, eh, Princess?”
Byakuya bristled at the nickname, but forced himself to let it go. Keeping his eyes on the table, he spoke.
“I wanted to apologize for my… behavior last week…” He wanted to go on, to keep talking and fill at least some time before he left. The air felt thick, and Byakuya struggled to keep still. Even so, the thought of leaving didn’t sound all that great. Sitting so close to Zaraki, he could feel the heat radiating off of him. The man smelled so good too. Like taking a deep, cleansing breath in a rich green forest. Zaraki poured each of them a cup of sake and said plainly. “Drink.” And Byakuya did, he drained half the glass immediately.
“I need to apologize…” Byakuya started again, but the other man waved a hand dismissively.
“No need, it ain’t a big deal.”
‘Not a big deal?! I kissed you in public!’ Byakuya screamed internally. He wanted to throttle the man. Or kiss him again. Whichever came first. “No, Captain Zaraki, I-”
Once again, he was interrupted. “We ain’t on duty, Byakuya , so use my name.” He was still grinning, sipping slowly at his sake.
Sighing tensely, Byakuya mentally counted backwards from ten, then corrected himself. “ Kenpachi , the way I acted towards you was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have kissed you, let alone in a public place, and I am sorry.”
He finished off his glass and reluctantly stood to leave, but Kenpachi stood with him. Byakuya felt strong fingers grasp his jaw and tilt his head up. He tried to protest, but his words were cut off when Kenpachi gently claimed his lips. At first, Byakuya pushed at the bigger man’s chest, but soon melted against him. Their kiss grew deeper, heavier , and Byakuya couldn’t help but sink his fingers into surprisingly soft black hair. Kenpachi broke the kiss to dip his head down to leave open-mouthed kisses along the length of Byakuya’s long neck.
“You complicate shit too much…” Kenpachi mumbled against his skin just before sucking a dark mark where anyone could see it. Byakuya hummed, allowing himself to relax into the other man’s embrace. Large hands stroked his sides and down his curved back to grasp at his behind and hoist him up. Byakuya held on tight, wrapping his legs around Kenpachi’s waist. He felt the man walk them to another part of the modest sized house. Byakuya grabbed at Kenpachi’s cheeks to force his head up and crush their lips together once more.
Lips and teeth gave way for tongues to tangle, battling for dominance. Byakuya lost himself in the kiss, moaning softly and grinding minutely against Kenpachi’s stomach. He was taken into a bedroom and deposited onto the large futon in the center. Byakuya stared up at Kenpachi, opening his legs invitingly and leaning up on his elbows. He didn’t look directly at the man, looking askance as he said as seductively as he could muster. “Please, Kenpachi…”
Seeing Byakuya laying in his bed, thick thighs spread and plump lips bitten red made Kenpachi’s dick twitch. He knelt between those spread legs, pulling at the knot in the striped obi around Byakuya’s waist. The silky fabric slipped away and was tossed aside, and the yukata was slid open to expose the smaller man’s lean body. Kenpachi felt a hand cup the back of his neck and pull him down. Byakuya slid his other hand into his yukata and ran his fingers over a scar on his chest. Lips and teeth attacked at Kenpachi’s neck, making him chuckle and groan.
“A little eager, aren’t ya?” Kenpachi felt himself be pulled down further, so he let Byakuya pull him flush against his body so their hips slotted together. Byakuya was panting already, wrapping long smooth legs around Kenpachi’s hips and holding him down. Kenpachi could tell by now that Byakuya was trying to get his point across with gestures, but he wanted to hear Byakuya say it.
Kenpachi pulled away slightly, smirking at the quiet whine he got in response. His hands pulled Byakuya’s yukata apart further to expose more skin, feeling up his blushing chest to tweak at a stiff nipple. He ground their hips together, huffing teasingly. “C’mon… why don’t you say it , Byakuya?” Byakuya’s cheeks flushed even darker.
“I… I want…” he moaned sweetly as Kenpachi leaned down to lick and suck at the little pink nub. “I want you, Kenpachi… so bad…” Byakuya finally admitted. Kenpachi grinned widely. Exactly what he wanted to hear. But it wasn’t quite enough.
“I know ya want me…” The bigger man sat up more and placed both hands on Byakuya’s knees, keeping his trembling legs open. “But you gotta be specific, if you want to get what you’re trying to ask for. I ain’t a mind-reader, ya know.”
Byakuya stared up at him with hazy eyes, his handsome face flushed red. “Please…” he whimpered. “Make love to me, Kenpachi…” A single tear of embarrassment dripped down his cheek, only to be kissed away when Kenpachi descended upon him again. He buried his face in Byakuya’s blushing neck and sucked a dark mark where his neck met his shoulder, mumbling. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
He was rewarded with a not-hard punch to his shoulder, which he laughed at as he moved onto the other’s pebbled nipples.
Byakuya was struggling to keep his voice down. Kenpachi sucked at his nipples, nibbling at the rosey flesh until they were red and aching. His whole body felt so hot, like he was melting from the inside. Kenpachi felt amazing against him. He was hard and heavy, and a frighteningly large bulge rubbed at his groin. Byakuya thrust his hips up to grind against the other man’s straining arousal, earning a soft groan.
“You’re… wearing too many clothes…” Byakuya whined. Kenpachi chuckled deviously and sat up to pull his own yukata off.
Seeing that enormous man naked above him sent a delicious shudder through Byakuya’s whole body. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath—much like Byakuya himself—and he was left completely exposed. His large cock stood stiff and proud, drawing Byakuya’s full attention. It was long, it was thick , and it made Byakuya’s knees and elbows weak. His own yukata was pulled off his arms and thrown in a corner. Byakuya sat up, resting his hands on that thick, muscled waist and kissing down Kenpachi’s hard stomach to his cock. Seeing it made Byakuya feel a little afraid (not to mention, a little inadequate). How would that thing fit? He could barely wrap his fingers around the base, and shivered at the thought of this monstrous dick thrusting inside him. It was terrifying but so tempting .
Kenpachi let out a light groan at his touch, keeping his hands down at his sides as the other stroked him hesitantly. Those pretty, smoky eyes stared up at him through thick dark lashes, and those petal-soft lips ghosted up the length of his dick to leave a soft kiss on the head. Byakuya flicked his tongue out to experimentally lick at the slit. He let saliva collect in his mouth, licking dripping stripes up that thick veiny cock and sucking the head into his warm mouth. Thick fingers tangled in Byakuya’s hair and gently urged him to take more in his mouth. Byakuya sheathed his teeth as best as he could, sliding his lips down further and stroking the flat of his tongue up the underside as he sucked.
“That’s it baby… doin so good…” Kenpachi groaned. Byakuya’s mouth was sinfully hot. He could tell the other man was inexperienced but he made up for it in eagerness. Byakuya moaned and drooled around his cock, sucking more in and bobbing his head. One hand disappeared between his thighs, but Kenpachi quickly forgot about it when the man below him pulled his mouth off to rest his head against his hip, stroking him firmly.
Byakuya licked at his leaking slit and hummed, one hand holding Kenpachi’s cock firmly at the base and the other moving between his spread thighs. Kenpachi adored the sight before him, groaning when Byakuya sucked him back in and massaged at his balls. Kenpachi pushed his head further down to force his cock down the man’s throat, pulling back when Byakuya tapped on his hip. “How long have you wanted this, Byakuya?” He asked, taunting him a little by thrusting forward just slightly. “How long have you wanted to take my cock in your throat?”
Kenpachi pulled out of Byakuya’s eager mouth and grasped his chin. Finally, he got a look at what Byakuya was doing with his other hand.
The smaller man was leaning back on his left hand with his knees drawn up. His right hand had moved past his own leaking cock to sink two fingers into his soft opening. Byakuya fingered himself harder when he noticed Kenpachi looking at him, groaning as he answered the bigger man’s question. “I… I’ve wanted it for so long… wanted you. Wanted you to… make love to me…” He was utterly shameless as he laid back to spread his legs more. Kenpachi stroked his own cock at the sight of Byakuya adding another finger, savoring his mewls when he pressed in deep enough.
“Please, Ken…” Byakuya moaned. “Please… fuck me, want you to fuck me…!”
Kenpachi leaned down to move Byakuya’s arm, removing his fingers from his hole to replace them with his own. “I don’t think you’re stretched enough, Byakuya…” He teased, adding. “Maybe you should ride my face. I’ll loosen you up nice with my tongue…”
Byakuya bit his lip and curled both legs around Kenpachi to pull him down. “Tomorrow… I’ll ride your face tomorrow. Want your cock in my ass now.” He demanded, grabbing the man’s still wet cock and directing it to his needy asshole. Kenpachi grinned at the other’s sudden confidence, sliding in halfway in one stroke and hearing Byakuya almost squeal. He kept still for a few moments, then pulled out most of the way and sunk in a little more. Kenpachi remembered a bottle of massage oil he had beside his bed and grabbed it, uncorking it and pouring the nice-smelling liquid where he and Byakuya were connected.
Byakuya flinched slightly at the feeling of cool liquid pouring onto his stretched hole, then groaned deeply when that thick cock sank in a little deeper. Kenpachi would pause every so often, then slide in more and more until they were fully connected. His prostate was being rubbed constantly and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“…oh… oh gods… so big…” Byakuya mumbled deliriously, digging his fingers into the bedding by his head. Kenpachi was in so deep… Byakuya could almost feel the man in his stomach. Kenpachi pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, making Byakuya’s toes curl and a strangled moan to leave his lips.
“Fuck.. you’re fuckin tight… takin my cock so well. Like you were made for me.” He brought his hips back again, watching himself slide out until only the thick head remained, then slamming back in once more. Byakuya moaned loud, his thin back arching high. “Ken! Faster… faster, please!” He keened as he tried to meet the man’s slow but brutal thrusts. Byakuya felt the cock inside slide out with a pop, and he was turned over onto his stomach with his ass up. Kenpachi teased his slick winking hole with the leaking tip of his cock and held the other’s hips so he couldn’t thrust back to force his dick inside.
Byakuya whined desperately. Kenpachi felt so good inside, he stretched his insides perfectly. The teasing was driving him insane. “Tell me how much you want it, Byakuya.” Kenpachi groaned, rubbing his leaking tip against the twitching pink opening. Byakuya whimpered pitifully and tried again to push his hips back.
“Please Ken… want it. I want you so bad, please fuck me…!” He looked back at his lover with hazy eyes. Reaching back with one hand, Byakuya pulled one ass cheek to the side and whined. “‘M so empty…”
Kenpachi wasn't going to say no to that .
With one hand on Byakuya’s hip, he slowly slid into that stretching tightness until his pelvis pressed against that thick, gorgeous ass. Kenpachi sighed and rocked his hips. “That better?” He asked playfully. Byakuya didn’t respond, only pushed back against him.
This time, Byakuya didn’t need to adjust. He wiggled his hips and continued to whine. Pulling his hips back, Kenpachi slammed back in and began a heavy, even pace.
All the breath in Byakuya’s lungs was punched out of him with each inward movement. Deep plunges jerked his body forward on the bed and he was pulled back by his hips to meet every thrust. “Hah, Ken…! So good!” Byakuya moved the hand holding onto his ass to rest it on the bed by his chest. A much larger hand landed on top of his and laced their fingers together as they moved as one. Every time Kenpachi thrust inside, he slid against his sweet spot so perfectly. His head felt light and hazy, and all he could focus on was the deep thrusts into his wanton body.
Kenpachi leaned down, kissing up from the middle of Byakuya’s back to the back of his neck and biting down on his shoulder as he bottomed out and ground his hips. Byakuya made a choked noise and gurgled on his own spit. The grin on Kenpachi’s face grew as he felt the snug passage around him tighten up more.
“Gonna come already?” He asked huskily, kissing up the smaller man’s arching back to bite at his blushing shoulder. Kenpachi felt his balls drawing up, he was going to come too, and soon. But he wanted to feel Byakuya come around him, and to see his face as he came on another man’s cock. Kenpachi pulled out and flipped Byakuya onto his back, pushing his knees to his shoulders and plunging back in. That warm, snug canal grew impossibly tight, and he watched Byakuya throw his head back as he came hard on his chest.
Kenpachi leaned down and connected their lips again while Byakuya’s long legs draped over his hips and ass. His lean body was so pliant in his hands, like the finest clay he was molded from the inside. Byakuya’s arms found their way over his shoulders and sharp nails dug into his back. He cried out at a particularly hard thrust that scraped his over sensitive prostate, making his soft cock jerk and come to life once more. “Come inside me, Kenpachi…please, I want you… want to feel you fill me up…” he begged. Kenpachi growled and tucked his head into that sweat-slick neck and licked up the drops. He anchored his toes and the balls of his feet in the bed, driving hard into Byakuya’s lovely behind until he couldn’t hold back any more.
With a few final erratic thrusts, Kenpachi sank himself in as far as he could go and groaned through his release, coating the inside of those tightly pulsing walls with thick ropes of come. Byakuya shuddered appreciatively as he felt the other man flood his core with bone-melting heat, howling as Kenpachi plunged deeper than before. His mind went blank and his whole body got light, stars exploded behind his eyes when he climaxed a second time. As they slowly came down, Kenpachi oh-so-gently pulled out, earning a soft pained moan. Kenpachi laid on the bed next to Byakuya, pulling him close to rest his head on his much larger chest. They laid in comfortable silence, breathing and feeling each other. That silence was broken by Byakuya’s soft whisper.
“I really… like you, Kenpachi.”
(Yeah, well, Kenpachi sure hoped so… after all that)
Kenpachi tilted his head down to press a kiss to Byakuya’s damp crown. “I like ya too, Princess.” He responded, equally soft. Byakuya never replied, his breathing had slowed and his pretty eyes were closed, now asleep. The bigger man chuckled softly. Like . Byakuya liked him.
He knew what Byakuya meant by that.