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leadpencils2012-12-05 06:59 pm
regretter) wrote in leadpencils2012-12-05 06:59 pm
super-indulgent nsfw fic
Sometimes Renji really regretted picking the rooms next to Ukitake's, but the old hotel Ise had found was huge; could you really blame a guy for wanting someone nearby? And like hell was he going to room next to Kuchiki-taichou, that was a step too far, even for him.
Usually, there wasn't much of a problem with living next to Ukitake. He was pretty quiet, and he'd drifted off to sleep more than once listening to the muffled murmuring of two old friends discussing like over alcohol. Problem was, sometimes other noises filtered through - and sometimes, a woman joined them.
Noise-cancelling kidou never seemed to hold out here, not when the Mist swirled and pressed against the brickwork; and he knows Ise is trying to be quiet, but the sounds she makes just filter through the wall, and he buries his head in his pillow, cursing his dick to every hell he knows of for being such a traitor and getting hard.
A low murmur, it's Ukitake, no doubt gently admonishing her -
"A~ah, we don't want to disturb Abarai-kun, now do we?"
- goddamnit, why was his hearing so sharp; but Nanao whines, high and needy, Kyouraku chuckling in return, and he was going to go to hell as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to imagine Rukia before him, all laid out like he thought they were next door...
(if Byakuya ever found out about this, he'd be slaughtered)
And then she whimpers, begging "Shunsui, Shunsui please," and he snaps back to a reality that's ten times hotter than any of the doujins he'd recieved as a Christmas present and fuck. Slowly, cautiously, he rolled onto his side; the last thing he wanted was for the bed to creak and give him away. The noises from next door get louder, she's obviously close, and they're urging her closer as he slips out of bed, practically tip-toeing across the floor and pulling on something half-way to decent. The brush of material against his almost painfully hard cock curls his toes and almost draws a groan from his lips; biting it down, he grabs the bag of ivories off the table - thankfully, it's heavy enough to get him at least one decent whore and have some left over.
He's just toeing on his shoes when Nanao practically howls out her ecstasy and goddamn that girl has a set of lungs on her. Abandoning subtlety, he concentrates and shoves his way through the wall, flashstepping away to Anatole proper. Decorum can fucking wait.
Usually, there wasn't much of a problem with living next to Ukitake. He was pretty quiet, and he'd drifted off to sleep more than once listening to the muffled murmuring of two old friends discussing like over alcohol. Problem was, sometimes other noises filtered through - and sometimes, a woman joined them.
Noise-cancelling kidou never seemed to hold out here, not when the Mist swirled and pressed against the brickwork; and he knows Ise is trying to be quiet, but the sounds she makes just filter through the wall, and he buries his head in his pillow, cursing his dick to every hell he knows of for being such a traitor and getting hard.
A low murmur, it's Ukitake, no doubt gently admonishing her -
"A~ah, we don't want to disturb Abarai-kun, now do we?"
- goddamnit, why was his hearing so sharp; but Nanao whines, high and needy, Kyouraku chuckling in return, and he was going to go to hell as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to imagine Rukia before him, all laid out like he thought they were next door...
(if Byakuya ever found out about this, he'd be slaughtered)
And then she whimpers, begging "Shunsui, Shunsui please," and he snaps back to a reality that's ten times hotter than any of the doujins he'd recieved as a Christmas present and fuck. Slowly, cautiously, he rolled onto his side; the last thing he wanted was for the bed to creak and give him away. The noises from next door get louder, she's obviously close, and they're urging her closer as he slips out of bed, practically tip-toeing across the floor and pulling on something half-way to decent. The brush of material against his almost painfully hard cock curls his toes and almost draws a groan from his lips; biting it down, he grabs the bag of ivories off the table - thankfully, it's heavy enough to get him at least one decent whore and have some left over.
He's just toeing on his shoes when Nanao practically howls out her ecstasy and goddamn that girl has a set of lungs on her. Abandoning subtlety, he concentrates and shoves his way through the wall, flashstepping away to Anatole proper. Decorum can fucking wait.