Bleach (AizenxGin)

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Title: study at dusk
Author: bladderwrack
Rating: R
Warnings: sex
Wordcount: 421
Prompt: AizenxGin, "snake charmer", consensual domination

note am very carefully not looking at incandescens' post on the same prompt yet so as I can post this rather than running away in shame.




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They danced the slow ritual dance of fighting or fucking or maybe both, to the music of breath and heavy fabric. Muffled shouts filtered up from below; a separate world.

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/-- Aizen had him by the throat, elbow crooked, the pressure making Gin's vision dapple/

/-- but he had Aizen by the balls, now, didn't he?/

/-- and then he didn't/

/-- that was Aizen's leg tangling his, tripping him, Aizen was in front of him somehow, though Gin didn't see how he could have moved, their hips flush/

-- he was hard--

Gin knees gave out under him with that split-second loss of concentration. He steadied himself against Aizen, not bothering to try and stand up. Head resting on Aizen's thigh, he worked a hand through the layers of Aizen's clothing, to touch his cock.

(I could still bite it off and all, you know.)

(You could try.)

A correction. Gin chuckled. Ohhhh yes.

~

So presently, when Aizen told him, 'lie down,' he did so, arching backwards from where he was sitting and touching the ground shoulders first, hands behind his head. His belly and cock quite exposed, sweat prickling on his skin. Aizen smiled, and rearranged gins hands slightly, touching the insides of his wrists.

He paused, kneeling, to admire the scene for a moment, stroking Gin almost idly. The evening light coming in through the window divided them into pleasing geometric shapes; half-toned dusk and liquid yellow light that transformed the real colour of things. And Gin, his face half-hidden in shadow, his breath coming in little staccato gasps as he tried to keep Aizen from the prize of hearing him beg.

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Gin came, arching his back to music he couldn't hear, straining against bonds he knew weren't there. Illusory or not, he felt chafed raw. He lay panting and lightheaded, his body slack. Aizen was rearranging his own robes. He looked Gin over, satisfied, a barely perceptible curl of a smile about his mouth.

Gin moved his wrist down before his face, noting without much surprise that he could move again. No marks.

'You off?'

Aizen inclined his head, and offered him a hand up.

'Until later, then, Gin.'

And he tilted Gin's head as if to kiss him, and bit him instead, a small, hard, neat bite, on the vulnerable spot of flesh where the neck joins the corner of the jaw.

And then, he was gone.

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Gin grinned widely in the empty room.

He liked Aizen. He knew where he was with him.

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Eheh, I left it out on purpose, actually -- but I didn't realise about the update list post, where the rating system is useful, flawed though it may be. R is fine; sorry for your trouble.