Strawberry Indigo. [Aizen X Ichigo].

chapter 5

Ichigo whined as Aizen reached around his toned body and clasped his arms around his midsection. His head dipped down and his tongue came out to lick at the junction between his neck and shoulder, producing a shiver from the teen.

"You do not realise your own ability of seductive prowess, do you my dear Ichigo?" The rogue shinigami whispered breathily into his ear, his tongue coming out to lick at the shell briefly before withdrawing back into his moist cavern.

"No, you are unable to see how the lustful eyes of others travel over your body." His hand moved from around his waist to skim over the taut flesh of Ichigo's stomach and settle over his throat where he gently applied pressure so that the teen would turn his face towards him. "Abarai, Hisagi, and even my own espada, Grimmjow. You do not see how much they wish to touch you."

Aizen smirked as frightened brown eyes met his own, before he dipped his head down to brush his lips against the tanned column of flesh that was displayed to him. "How they wish to defile you."

"S-stop!" Ichigo gasped as the older male rest his palm against the lower edge of his stomach and drew his fingers over in small circular patterns.

"No." Aizen shifted behind the teen and craned his neck out to brush his lips against the teen's forehead. Ichigo squirmed before finally letting his body go slack within the hold of the other.

"Giving up?"

Ichigo sighed and looked over his shoulder at the other male who was smirking deeply behind the guise of his neck. 'what a bastard'. Ichigo went to reply only to have the older male's lips crash down upon his. The angle of the kiss made it slightly awkward and more teeth and tongue than actual lip on lip contact. It felt extremely obscene to Ichigo and he barely thought the urge to pull away.

No, that would only anger Aizen, and that meant his friends and family would be killed.

As Aizen pulled his head closer to place another messy kiss upon his lips, Ichigo finally gave in.

"That's right Ichigo." Aizen husked his voice deepening with lust, "Give into the pleasure."

He let his hands resting on Ichigo's on Ichigo's chest slide down to flatten over his sharp hipbones that had been exposed during their struggle prior. Ichigo felt his hips raise again, a jolt going through him as Aizen's hands pushed back, kept him pinned down near the mattress and against the older man's pelvis. Ichigo could feel the hard length of the other pressed against his buttocks. It felt strangely..... pleasant.

"Ah!" What the hell was wrong with him? Aizen had hardly done anything yet!

The rogue shinigami let out a dark chuckle and leaned his head back against the wooden frame of the bed. His grip tightened on Ichigo's hips. "I think i could get used to hearing you lost in mindless pleasure, Ichigo." He raised his own hips slightly, knowing full well Ichigo could feel the hardness of his cock against the small of his back, and smirked as he heard the boy gasp. "Feel that?" He pushed up again and increased the amount of pressure. "That's how hard you make me feel."

Ichigo whimpered in reply and turned his head away from Aizen's warm breath hitting his inner ear, indirectly exposing his neck to the older male who took the opportunity to lay kisses against his skin again, smirking when he kissed a spot on his neck that made Ichigo gasp, and whimper.

"That's what you're doing to me right now. Just hearing you breathe and gasp as I touch you, feeling you move your hips against the palm of my hand makes me hard." Aizen began to rub his hands over Ichigo's hips and flattened his palm against his lower stomach again. "It makes me want to fuck you, Ichigo."