ＤＯＮＴ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ (Byakuya Kuchiki/Ichigo Kurosaki)

ＤＯＮＴ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ (Byakuya Kuchiki/Ichigo Kurosaki)- 22

"You have no idea." Byakuya tugs Ichigo against his chest, pressing his starved lips against the damp parted ones waiting for him. Threading his hands into the soft orange hair, the dark haired noble holds Ichigo close to him. Ichigo loses his footing under the shifting weight only to be lifted up by Byakuya with one arm. Byakuya drags the shinigami into the adjacent room and shuts the door behind him.

"Oi! I can walk you know!" Ichigo's legs flail about, dangling in Byakuya's strong grip. "You are acting like you haven't seen me in-"

"Fifteen days, thirteen hours, and fifty-six minutes." Byakuya starts taking his clothes off after tossing Ichigo on the bed like a stuffed animal. "Undress."

"Was I asleep that long?" Ichigo looks at his wrist and frowns at his missing watch. "I was having the strangest dream."

"Undress faster." Byakuya is almost naked, wearing a long thin pair of white cotton pants with a draw string.

"Some big samurai dude was following me holding a duck. He kept repeating the same thing over and over."

"Don't make me get my sword, Kurosaki."

"Nooooo, he said, 'Wake up, wake up... I need to explain.'" Ichigo drops his socks and shoes on the hardwood floor then struggles with his many layers of clothing. "It was weird don't you think? I mean most people would have been scared shitless of a big samurai chasing them down, but I didn't feel afraid of him at all."

"Scatter, Senbonzakura." Byakuya turns his sword blade, watching the petals glow with his reiatsu.

"Oi! What the heck are you doing!?" Ichigo panics, trying to make a run for it.

"Don't move." Byakuya's deep voice thunders in irritation. Ichigo stops dead in his tracks, shuts his eyes and listens as the pink petals cut into his clothing.

"You could have killed me!" Ichigo peeks through one eye, finding all his clothes shredded on the floor.

"Ridiculous, you were in no danger." Byakuya sits on the large futon, motioning with his long index finger for Ichigo to join him. "If I have to I'll take you right there against the door. I warn you though, I doubt the door will support both of us."

"Y-you wouldn't do that..." Ichigo looks at him in disbelief, his brown eyes blinking at the thin smile stretching across Byakuya's normally serene face. "...right?"

"Willing to try it?" Byakuya's expression changes to deadpan serious; his steel gray eyes look at Kurosaki without flinching.

"U-um, I don't know how to answer that question." Ichigo says with his hand behind him, touching the round ring handle of the door.

"Answer yes or no, it's simple, Ichigo." Byakuya rises from the bed, his toned bare chest drawing Ichigo's attention. The loose white cotton slacks sagging around his lean waist, almost defying gravity by staying around his hips. "Ichigo...an answer."

"U-um," Ichigo, still focusing on the pants has completely forgotten the question. "Yes?" Ichigo's eyes flick up to see Byakuya's eyebrow arch up.

"Alright but, remember you agreed to it." Byakuya walks over to Ichigo, grasping his hands and pressing them against the door.

"W-wait! Maybe I meant no? It had to be no, right?" Ichigo mutters nervously facing the exit. He feels Byakuya's hair graze against his shoulder then his lips slowly kiss a thin damp path along his spine. His head lowers toward the door in surrender to the burning desire building inside his blood. Shutting his amber eyes, Ichigo's body turns hot. Byakuya's cool hands slip around his hips, surrounding Ichigo's suddenly growing hardness. "Ah!" Ichigo reacts, arching his back and leaning his weight on the door.

"Careful." Byakuya's right hand slides up Ichigo's manhood. "If you break the door..." The coated finger presses into Ichigo's warm backside.

"Ah!" Ichigo moans sharply, the door creaking in response. Byakuya's long finger begins to move, the pressure and friction sending a wave of pleasure throughout Ichigo's body.

"...Someone will see." Byakuya leans over his submissive partner, planting tiny kisses on his upturned jaw with every motion of his hand. "...Unless, you would enjoy that?"

"Y-You bast-Ahhhh!" Ichigo feels Byakuya's erection slide into him, forcing him forward. His orange hair brushing the navy blue wallpaper covering the door.

"I've missed being inside you, Ichigo." Byakuya whispers in Ichigo's ear. "Did you miss me?"

"Ah!" Ichigo groans; the building pleasure begins to travel heating his entire body.

"Tell me, did you miss me pressing my-"

"Yes!" Ichigo replies quickly, his chest heaving for breath from their bodies crashing together.

"Did you touch yourself, and think of me?" His hands grab onto Ichigo's hips pulling him.

Byakuya bites at Ichigo's ear pushing deep inside him and holding still. Ichigo's toes curl in ecstasy, his sudden orgasm makes him weak in the knees. "Yes!" Byakuya feels Ichigo tremble around him making him lose control.