Ikkaku Madarame lemon - Slow arousal and burning desire

                The love of his life was beautiful. She wasn’t like Rangiku with outrageous curves and a forceful beauty used like a weapon. She wasn’t like Yoruichi with her slinking seductive form. She wasn’t like Rukia with her short angry temper, and she wasn’t like Orihime with her innocent persuasion.

                She was a league of her own, a quiet wave of serenity hiding a wildfire of untamed passion and loyalty. She carried herself with pride, and Ikkaku had to admit, he couldn’t take his eyes of her. When he first saw her with her wavy brown hair and her curving hips and her beautiful breasts, she was such a woman. How she ended up with him, he had no idea.

                One thing he loved about her, was that she was a challenge. She never backed down when it concerned something she was passionate about. She didn’t dress like Rangiku, her curves were covered and somehow, that was more enticing to Ikkaku as he couldn’t wait to unveil them. She was powerful, and kind, and gentle and yet so angry. She was like his zanpakuto, slow to boil but worth the wait when she finally let herself go.

                She was slow to anger, slow to provoke, but ikkaku’s favourite was that she was slow to arouse.

                “Ikakku, what do you want?” She didn’t even look at him as she raised her arms above her head and leaned her upper body left.

                “Nothing.” He replied, watching as her elongated body slowly leaned right.

                “Shouldn’t you be training?” Her body bent forward until her forehead was at her knees and her hands had trailed down her long legs and were wrapped around her ankles. He grinned as her shorts rode up more, he loved those shorts, the outline of her-

                She stood back up and then spread her legs wide before leaning down again. She pressed her palms to the floor and Ikkaku couldn’t take his eyes from her behind. It was like she was presenting it to him.

                Now, Ikkaku was a fight happy lunatic, he didn’t do chick flick moments, he didn’t talk about his feelings, he especially didn’t do girly workouts. However, he had NEVER appreciated yoga as much as he did that moment. He walked up behind her and slowly ran his hands over her ass and round her hips. His hands ran down her spine and pressed her down further. He pressed his hips to her butt and grinned. He could feel her muscles tense as they strained to stretch her further. The feel of them tensed against him sent his mind flashing to previous places, when her muscles were strained and stretched to accommodate him as he-  

                “Ikkaku.”

                “Yeah?”

                “Hands off.”

                He trailed his hands further, one hand scrunched in her hair, the other began to follow the curve of her ribcage towards her breasts. She stood up and walked out of his hold.

                “Don’t you have a patrol to do?”

                “Just finished, thought I’d come check out those shorts you’re wearing.” He flashed a wicked grin at her, showing her exactly what he was thinking. He was challenging her, she had to respond. She turned around and slowly, looped her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and let them drop. One foot stepped out of them, the other flicked back, sending the shorts flying into Ikkakus chest. He scrambled to catch them, and then nearly fainted when he felt the warmth of them. Just like how he could feel her warmth when he-

                “If my shorts are all you came for, then I guess you’re free to leave.” She said over her shoulder as she casually walked out of the gym. Ikkaku held them a second longer before stuffing the small shorts into his pocket and striding after her.

                She had changed, no longer wearing tight workout clothes, but instead wearing a one piece swimsuit that stuck to her figure. She made no acknowledgement that she noticed him walking a few steps behind her. Walking into another room she pressed a button on the wall and watched as one of the hot tubs began to fizz and bubble. He watched her, her long bare legs as they walked down the steps into the water, her breasts as they were without proper binding support, her hair as it was up in a quick messy bun with a few short loose strands at the side, her neck as it elongated for her head to fall back, and her lips as they parted to sigh in relaxation.

                “You have to have swim attire to use the pools Ikkaku.” She said lazily, not opening her eyes as she heard his clothes hitting the pool room floor. He didn’t say anything but she heard the water ripple as he joined her. She knew exactly what he wanted, had known it since he first walked into the gym looking for her. But she liked this little game they played, because she wasn’t as slow to arouse as he believed, but she was slow to give in to her arousal. Ikkaku was just so good with her, she liked to give him a challenge, something new to work with. She liked being brought to her brink and then pushed back, knowing that ikkaku was the only one who could pull her over. She liked knowing that Ikkaku would only let her sink into ecstasy when he was done playing with her.

                She felt him move her and then his hands were on her shoulders. His rough calloused fingers were kneading and moulding at the knots in her, pressing deliciously at the spots he knew made her squirm. His hands brought water up and let it drizzle down her back. His hot tongue lapped it up, letting her feel it through her suit. He followed the trail as far as he could until the bubbling water stopped him. She felt his hand press hot water to her bare shoulder blade, and then his mouth was there. The flat of his hot tongue pressed against her, roughly dragging along her skin. He sucked at her, nipped at her skin, rolled it between his teeth and noticed her slightly arch.

                His mouth moved further and further up as his hands moved down. They made a quick stop at her breasts, pulling at her nipples for a brief second, too brief, as he continued down. His hands became more insistent the further they went, and when they reached where she was sat on the seat he lifted her and moved his hands under her. He grabbed her ass, grabbed it hard. He loved her ass, loved how he could cup it in his hands, loved how it moulded to his fingers, loved how it made her gasp.

                With a controlled lift he heaved her out of the water and sat her on the ledge of the tub, her feet still in the hot water. He watched goosebumps raise along her skin as the cold air hit her and watched her eyes as they watched him. Slowly, he manoeuvred himself to kneel between those supple legs and her heart jumped into her throat. Automatically she could feel heat pooling to her core in excitement, Ikkaku knew this was her weakness and used it only when she was being especially difficult.

                “Ikkaku-” she breathed, not exactly sure what she was going to say.

                “Shh.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. His hands were ahead of his mouth, and the building apprehension was driving her crazy. His mouth pressed small kisses, small bites to her inner thighs and then he was there, at her core.

                She braced herself, prepared herself to deny any cry that tried to escape, but he did nothing. He was kneeled before her. His elbows kept her legs apart enough for him to fit between them. His hands were wound around her and had wriggled inside the back of her suit, his burning fingers gently kneaded at the ass he loved so much. His eyes caught hers for a brief second as she watched him, and then went back to looking at her core. She was on edge, her nerves were frazzled, but that was nothing compared to when he spoke. His voice was coated in lust, dark and rough like iron.

                “You’re getting wetter by the second.” With his words she felt another pooling of wetness settle there, and his resounding chuckle proved that he saw it. He moved in slowly, inch by inch until she could feel the heat of his breath on her. He nuzzled his nose into her, breathing deeply to capture her musky scent. Her face was red from a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, just the way he liked it. She looked around quickly, the room was for public use, and if anyone came in it was dangerously obvious what was going on. She parted her lips to say something to Ikkaku, but a long a drawn out moan left her instead. Her eyes rushed to where Ikkakus head was between her parted legs, and almost let out another moan at the sight. His mouth was open and had covered her core, god he was sucking her entirely. She felt his tongue run up the centre of her and press deliciously at the most sensitive part of her.

                God she wanted that swimsuit gone, she wanted to feel him without barriers. “Ikkaku” she breathed, “move the suit.” She felt the vibrations as he chuckled against her, and then felt his teeth grip the edge of the suit and move it to one side of her. He admired her for a brief moment, her dripping womanhood, oozing juices just for him. He pushed out his elbows to stretch her legs more, and watched as her core spread more for him. He was mesmerized, and god he was so hard. He saw her buck her hips in primal need, and he dived in. This wasn’t about teasing any more, he wanted to taste her, he wanted to eat her, he wanted to feel her wind and tighten and then explode into the bliss of an orgasm. And then he wanted to drink that up too.

                His tongue delved within her, twisting and twirling and reaching every corner of her he could reach. The hands on her ass dragged her closer, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him; pressed as close to her as he could get, drinking up the essence of her. His tongue withdrew from her and she was cold. Cold without him until she felt his tongue circle her clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking. He started gently, in a pulsing rhythm that matched his squeezing hands, but soon it was wild. He could feel that she was nearing her end, her thighs tightened around him and her head was thrown back. She was so close, so very close. He slowed down his pace, and felt her angry eyes on him, before he bit her. His teeth slowly and gently closing on the clit he still held, slowly rolling it, slowly getting faster before he felt her rise again, more powerful than before. His hands pushed her even closer, he had no space to breath but he didn’t need any, he just needed her.

                One last powerful bite was enough to send her over the edge, and as he felt her arch forward he delved into her burning, convulsing core and drank the juices there. When she came down from her high she looked down and saw Ikkaku’s wicked grinning face looking up at her, his mouth glistening with her essence. He gently pulled her swimsuit back over her core and gave it a light teasing ‘see you later’ kiss. He hauled himself out of the water and only then did her attention centre around the arousal that must be causing him so much pain. He was so hard, painfully hard, and seeing her look at him only made him harder. He captured the hand that was about to touch him and helped her to her feet. Her legs were still shaky, and he didn’t know that he could pull away once she had started touching him.    

                He led her into the women’s change room and then to a simple wooden door next to the showers. Opening it he gave a small bow and gestured her inside. She smiled at his foolishness, and how it did not fit the situation with his burning desire. Once inside she smelled the hot wood of the sauna, it was dark, the only light coming from the burning coals in the corner. Ikkaku closed the door behind him and all other light was blocked out.

                She was pressed against the wall, heat filling her body from both the wood and the man pressed against her.

                He grinned, “a lot of wood in here huh?”

                She rolled her eyes and groaned at the pun before she felt it rock against her. His low groan pressed against her skin, and his eyes never left her as he entered her. Once he was fully sheathed he took a moment to revel in the tightness and warmth of her around him, before wrapping her hips around his waist and pounding into her. His aching cock felt so much better, it belonged here, being swallowed up by his lover. His lover, whose eyes were closed and whose fingers were tight around his neck.

                “Ikkaku I’m almost there already.” She whispered.

                “Me too.” He muttered back, he’d been needing it for so long, he was ready to burst in the hot tub but he held on for this moment.

                He knew he was there, he couldn’t hold on any longer. With one last powerful thrust he fully hilted himself inside her and let go, feeling her shudder and clamp down on him in her own orgasm. They stayed like that in silence before she whispered, “You don’t have any clothes.”

                “What are you thinking about stuff like that now for!” He said, indignant that she was already thinking of something else than the mind-shattering orgasm he just gave her.

                “You should just buy it! Purple is such a good colour on you!” Rangiku’s voice echoed from the change room. His eyes widened in panic, his clothes were in the pool room! His lover saw his panic, and pressed her lips to his in a slow lingering kiss.

                “Gotta go finish my yoga.” She whispered before walking out of the sauna in her swimsuit.

                “I didn’t know you were in there!” He heard Rangiku exclaim, “want to come swimming with us in the pool?”

                “No I just dried off actually, I’m just going to do some last stretches and then head off for my rounds.” She replied, her voice not giving away anything that would make someone believe she had just stranded a man in the sauna with no clothes.

                “Oh alright, but we’re going shopping in the human world in a few days, you should come!”

                She laughed, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

                Ikkaku heard the door close and their voices drift away and sat in the sauna, she was going to pay dearly next time he saw her.    

Kyoya Ootori lemon - Excuses and invitations

                “Come on come on! We have to wake Kyoya!” Tamaki was loud as he burst open the doors to his best friends room. The other hosts were gathered around him as they looked at the unmoving lump on the bed. Kyoya was completely hidden by his soft blue blankets, but his sleeping form was not enough to deter the eager Tamaki.

                “Interesting don’t you think Kyoya? “ Tamaki began, his usual large grin on his face. He had a new quest to begin, a new doorway to learn about the colourful life of ‘commoners’. “The impoverished commoners organise such expos from time to time so that they can heal their feeling of emptiness due to not being able to go travelling.” He held up a bright and busy flier advertising low prices on fish, buns and meats. “By obtaining products from many different places, they can enjoy the feeling of travelling to an extent. And thus, as a project, we will go and personally experience this commoner culture and better understand Haruhi’s feelings next semester. So, come on, let’s go! Let’s go now!” Tamaki exclaimed, his energetic aura only building in his determination to wake the sleeping shadow king. He moved closer to the still unmoving form of Kyoya.

“Also, on account of the purpose of this mission-” Tamaki continued, before the red haired twins moved up beside him and covered his mouth. He looked at them with wide, surprised eyes. They were just as excited about this mission as he was! They loved commoner culture! Why were they stopping him?

They raised their identical arms and pointed to a section of Kyoya’s pillow, their eyes as wide as Tamakis. Reaching out from under the covers was a curling lock of light brown hair. All of the hosts froze into a paralyzed silence. That wasn’t Kyoya’s hair. There was no doubt, but if there were they were erased a second later when a figure moved under the blanket and Kyoya’s spiky black hair was revealed.

Mori had his hands on Honey’s shoulders, ready to cover the judo masters eyes at any second. Said judo master however, remained blissfully ignorant to the current situation. The twins were torn, half of them wanted to rip the blankets off, but the other half wanted to run for the hills and escape the dangerous repercussions that Kyoya would force on them. Tamaki solved this dilemma for everyone.

“KYOYA! WHO IS THIS WOMAN IN YOUR BED!!!!???” With both hands he grabbed large fistfuls of the blue blanket and heaved it down so it pooled uselessly at the foot of the bed. Honeys eyes were covered by Mori’s large hands but thankfully it was unnecessary, both figures were clothed.

The girls body was on her side facing her bedmate, her long legs tangled with Kyoya’s, and her arms folded under her chest. Her eyes remained closed. Kyoya was lying mostly on his stomach, but his body tilted up as his left arm was carelessly outstretched and rested on the girls upper back across her shoulders. Slowly his eyes cracked open and he glared at the intruders to his bedroom. This didn’t seem to faze Tamaki at all who sat on the side of the bed and began to push as Kyoya’s shoulders.

“Come on come on! You think it’s ok to sleep until noon on the last day of summer vacation?” Kyoya brought his arm back from the girl and sat up.

“Let me make this clear; I slept at 5am. And who gave you permission to come into my bedroom?” His voice was gravelly, the voice of a person who had just woken up and was irritated from the moment he opened his eyes. His shaggy, just-woke-up hair hung in front of his eyes casting them into shadow, and his whole body seemed to shudder with an annoyed haze.

The host club backed away from the bed, and coward from the irritated teen. “Kyou-chan, you really wake up to bad tempers, huh?” Honey said in his childlike voice.

Kyoya looked up at the group, “Screw your commoner culture, I’m getting damn tired of this commoner gag of yours, you boring people what follow the same old pattern. You wanna go? Then, just go!” With that he snatched the blanket and collapsed back onto his pillow

“We can just go?” Tamaki said, mostly to himself. He blinked slowly as if this option had not occurred to him before. “All right! The low blood pressure evil lord has given his approval! Fellow subjects! Let’s dress up the evil lord-” They began to move towards the bed when the girl let out a low sigh and leaned up so she supported herself on one arm.

“Look, we were up late last night having a lot of-” she noticed Honey’s big eyes blinking owlishly at her and she cast a glance to the towering figure who stood behind him. Mori wrapped his hands around until they covered both Honey’s eyes and ears. “Having a lot of mind-blowingly hot sex. You want to dress him up and take him out to some commoners market with you? I’m gonna put my foot down here because I would much prefer him here, in this bed, with no clothes at all.”

The host club stared at her. Her light brown hair was mussed and her eyes hadn’t fully opened yet. Her tank top was wrinkled and she had imprints on her arms from the way she’d been laying. All that considered, this woman oozed confidence in a blasé, don’t-even-try-to-argue-way. She slowly blinked and dimples that seemed alarmingly out of place on her face with the way her eyes were flashing. Her words were smooth like honey and silk stretched over a table of iron.

“So unless you all plan on whipping down your pants and joining us in this heavenly bed for what I’m sure would be a memorable orgy, I suggest you leave.” She looked at them like a wildcat, sly and powerful. “What, no takers? I promise you, I’m good in bed. You’d enjoy yourselves.”

The host club couldn’t move, they were frozen to the spot. Each of their faces was redder than the last, with the exception of Honey who was humming to himself innocently and rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Oh I get it.” Her smirk grew even wider and the host club feared what she would come up with next. “You’re into watching! Why didn’t you say so? Kyoya, your friends want to watch us have sex, I think we should accommodate their wishes since they came all this way for you. And besides, when it’s over you can all go to the expo together.” She said it so brightly that is was as if she were suggesting that they sit and have breakfast together before the expo, she said it as if she was an option she thought would suit everyone, a perfect compromise.

Kyoya grunted but didn’t make a move, it was she who took action. Her hand trailed a path from where it was resting on her thigh, she made it to Kyoya’s bare shoulder and pushed him lightly so he fell onto his back, his eyes opened slightly as he felt her hot legs squeeze his waist as she straddled him. Still moving slowly she caught his hands in hers and placed them on the hips of the boxers she slept in. Unhurriedly, she moved his hands upwards until his hands were resting on the bare skin of her waist. Glancing back behind her she saw that the host club was gone, leaving no trace.     

“They’re gone?” Kyoya mused, slightly entertained that the host club was so scared of his bedmate.

She hummed in agreement before leaning down and capturing Kyoya’s lips with her own. They moved slowly, the kiss more of a morning hello than anything else, but she was ok with that. Kyoya was slow to arouse, especially in the morning. She didn’t mind, it just made the end so much better when he was burning with lust and-. She stopped herself from thinking, already she could feel herself heating up from the memories of the night before. He pulled on her lower lip, slowly sucking with light force. He knew what it did to her, he could feel it in the tightening of her thighs around his and the moan he knew she had bit back. She always tried to quiet her moans, tried to lessen the control he had over her, tried to take back some of the power he held over her. He like this little game she played, he liked her fighting him because then he got to put her in her place, and that place was underneath him as he took her. For now, he would let her stay on top, let her think that she was winning, but not for much longer.

Kyoya broke away and maneuvered her body so she no longer leaned down over him. His hands drifted up her body, taking her shirt with them. She raised her arms and allowed him to rid her of it, and then it was fluttering to the ground. His hands slowly made their way to her back and his fingers flicked to the clasp of her bra. They moved down her back, pressing on each bone of her spine making her arch for him. Kyoya looked up at her, her head was thrown back exposing her long pale neck. He could see the mark he had left last night, a dark bruise on her otherwise smooth skin. Her eyes were wide and staring, her full pink lips were parted and swollen from the attention he had given them. He sat up to meet her and gave her a fleeting kiss before ducking his head to her neck and attacking there.

His hands grasped her butt and ground her powerfully into him, growling at the sensation of her heat against his. He squeezed the flesh and did it again and again, rocking his hips up into hers as he forced hers down. She felt a shiver course throughout her, he was getting there, she could feel it, the growing hardness that pressed into her when their hips met. His lips wandered over her neck, sucking and biting, pulling on her skin and biting down where he felt her blood pulsing. He gave a light kiss to the bruise he had made last night, and continued his exploration of her body. Her hands were loosely wrapped around his neck, a grip that only tightened as he reached his destination. He had kissed his way down her chest, leaving a light bite on her collarbone, and then he was met with the lacy fabric that he had undone but had yet to remove. Swiftly he pushed his nose under the bottom of it, grinning to find it loose enough to force up over her breasts. He stopped and looked at her, knowing she hated when he did. He couldn’t help himself, she was beautiful like this. Hair mussed, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and lips swollen.

“Kyoya-agh” She began the complaint he knew was coming, and had timed a powerful thrust up against her to quell it. He watched the way her breasts bounced as he moved her, and saw the way her nipples hardened as she saw him watching her. He cast his eyes to hers and tantalizingly slowly bent his body to her breasts. Not breaking contact with her eyes, his tongue reached out and circled her right nipple. Her eyes darkened, made more prominent by the red excitement that flushed her cheeks. She watched as his mouth moved closer, closer, and latched onto her. He suckled her like a babe, pulling and stretching and biting. Her head threw back and her eyes closed in pleasure but she could still see him, his hips grinding up into her, his mouth latched around her nipple, his eyes looking up at her and the lust that ran through them. Her hands curled themselves into his hair as he sucked harder, faster. Her hips matched his sucks as they thrust themselves to his. She could feel him properly now, his hard shaft was prominent through the pajamas they both wore and it sent stars to her mind every time it forced against her.

She threw her head back with a cry and felt it coming, felt her body tightening she ground against him faster, harder, desperate for her release when everything stopped. Kyoya’s hands on her hips held her there, unable to move against him. He lightly fastened his teeth around her nipple and pulled back. Her angry gaze looked back to him as his eyes sparkled with a dark teasing laughter. With one last powerful suck he let her breast go and watched as it bounced back into position.

She groaned for him to continue but he didn’t move and she felt her tormentingly close release ebb away. He watched as the frustration in her eyes darkened into anger as her hand moved from his hair and slithered to palm him. He refused a groan that tried to pass his lips, but he knew she saw it. She grinned in her revenge and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants, curling around the erection that was straining against the fabric. At this, Kyoya could not restrain himself. He let out a low groan and buried his face against her neck, breathing heavier as she moved her hand around his cock. She palmed him, squeezed him, brushed her fingers over the tip. This was not her first time getting revenge on Kyoya, she was quite efficient at it. She could feel him pulsing in her hand and knew he was close, he growled against her and she knew he was warning her to stop. She kept moving, faster and faster, Kyoya’s hips were unconsciously matching her hand and she thought she had him, until he once again proved his self-control. He pulled on her hand to remove it from his clothes, and then he pulled himself out. She felt herself grow wetter at the sight of him and Kyoya knew he was back in control.

His fingers moved to press against her heat and grinned wickedly. “You’re quite wet.” He murmured against her jaw. He slowly but firmly pressed his fingers to her through the fabric, and then grinned to see that she was wearing a set of his boxers. He unbuttoned the crotch and slipped his fingers inside, dancing against her bare heat. His thumb pressed firmly against her clit as two fingers slipped inside her. He didn’t wait for long, briefly stretching her before removing his hand. He heard a disappointed groan at her emptiness, but it stopped when she saw him lining his length up to enter her.

He waited there, his tip pressing against her folds, teasing her. She struggled to move her hips but Kyoya once again had them in his iron grasp. She looked to see why he was waiting and followed his gaze to where they were barely united. Her fluids were dripping from her, and they dripped to his aching cock, leaving a warm trail as they trickled to his base.

The only warning he gave her was a squeeze of her ass before he pulled her down onto him and he forced up into her. She let out a cry which he muffled with his lips, kissing her messily as he thrust into her. A hand reached up to grasp her breast roughly, he felt her tighten around his cock as her nipple brushed against his palm.

He pushed her down and settled on top of her, lifting her hips to enter her deeper. She saw nothing but the man above her, felt nothing but him as he pounded her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and heard a low groan as she tightened her thighs.

“Ah-Kyoyaa” You whined, keeping her voice down lest his family find them in such a compromising position.

“I know.” He murmured against her lips, pounding harder and faster to reach their end. He could feel it ahead, and then his bed-mate arched her back and let out a cry that was muffled by his lips. Her walls tightened around his cock and he fell after her. They collapsed back onto his bed in a pile of sweaty limbs and laboured breathing.

“Are you gonna go to the expo?” She asked after a while, grinning at her lover. “I wouldn’t mind meeting your friends, I didn’t know you knew twins, imagine that experience.” He shot her a glare at the mention of inviting the Hitachiin twins to bed with her. She shot a coy smile back at him and then pulled the blanket back over them.

His arm slung over her and he closed his eyes feeling her warm body pressed against him, and let the slow ebb of sleep take him away.