Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn From a Hat: Bleach Style ❯ Little Top ( Chapter 7 )

Title: Little Top

Contest/Club: Drawn From a Hat

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing number: 3

Pairing: Hanatarou/Ichigo

Category: Smut

AN: One more and then I die! That's it! Enjoy and tell me what you guys think yes? I'm going to sleep for eight hours and ignore the world in general.

 

 

 

“How did this happen again?” Ichigo asked, panting softly under the smaller male, small hands easily tugging off various articles of clothing.

 

“You came in for a cut and I got you alone in a semi empty area of the fourth?” Hanatarou asked from his spot in nibbling on a pebbled nipple, getting a mewl and Ichigo arching his back.

 

“Right,” he panted, relaxing under the smaller man, his mind fuzzing a bit as he went a bit cross eyed. “I thought you would be more submissive than so dominate,” he said suddenly, watching as Hana lifted his head, eyes glinting darkly.

 

“”You'd be surprised who is dominate and who is submissive here in Soul Society. I'm far from the submissive male that most see. I'm actually very forceful but I prefer to manipulate certain people,” Hanatarou replied before leaning forward again and nipping his way down the others stomach muscles, teasing them into jumping in pleasure for him.

 

“Oh,” Ichigo breathed, his eyes closing as he enjoyed each nip and lick from the smaller male. He let himself get loss in the pleasure, his hips rising when the healer tugged at his hakama, tossing it aside along with his zori and tabi. Wiggling lightly, he blushed as Hanatarou smirked at the fact that he had no fundoshi on underneath. Shifting, he reached up and pulled the other into another kiss, trying to forget the fact that each time he tried to wear one he ended up walking oddly.

 

Pulling away as a slim hand wrapped around his prick, Ichigo arched with a soft moan, shaking the thoughts loose. Pressing upwards into the hand, he twitched lightly as a finger slipped down and into him, the slick substance coating it cool. Wondering when Hanatarou had slicked his fingers, the berry shifted slightly at the uncomfortable feeling.

 

He soon forgot about the exploring fingers as a warm mouth played over his length, teasing him senseless. He felt the burn of a second finger being added but ignored it in favor of the burning pleasure that coursed through him as they found his sweet spot, brushing and prodding at it. Ichigos body arched and shuddered under the smaller mans as his mouth worked over the sweet length and finger played in a sweeter body.

 

The third finger was easily ignored as the mouth started to work his way up the lean body, one hand disappearing to slick Hanatarous own prick. Coming out of his haze as the fingers slipped out, Ichigo blinked up at the healer and moaned as his hips were raised and his legs placed over surprisingly strong legs. Hanatarou pressed his cock to the stretched entrance and slowly pressed in, Ichigo whimpering soft at the burn and pressure of the entry.

 

“Hana…” Ichigo moaned, tightening around the other male as his toes curled. It didn't take long for him to relax around the prick that was stretching him open and an even shorter amount of time for Hanatarou to start to move and find a rhythm that pressed and stroked Ichigos sweet spot, driving him nuts. “Hana…please!”

 

Hearing the soft plea, Hana moved faster out of the tightness that surrounded him, making him growl in pleasure. Stroking Ichigo in time with his thrusts, the smaller male groaned as Ichigo tightened again and spilled over his hand. Thrusting a few more times, hilting in the lean body, the healer followed after, groaning quietly.

 

Panting, he slowly pulled out and eyed the red entrance to make sure his lover wasn't bleeding.

 

“Feel okay?” Hanatarou asked, tilting his head. Ichigo nodded and smiled as he relaxed, Hana lowering his legs and getting off of the bed.

 

“I'm fine. I'm just…rather surprised that I was pounced like that,” Ichigo husked, moving his head to watch the lean body move around the room gathering wash clothes and a bowl of water.

 

“I've seen the way you look at me. I had to do something about it finally and since I know you're not exactly dominating but rather protective, I figured I'd finally pounce you,” the smaller male replied, placing a bowl of water down. Wetting one rag, he lifted a long leg and gently wiped at Ichigos entrance.

 

“How did you know I'm not dominate?” Ichigo asked, wincing slightly at the soreness that he was feeling.

 

“You never attack others but rather go after those who hurt your family and friends,” Hana said, soothing the soreness with a bit of healing reitsu. “You're protective, which makes you more likely to be a bottom in a homosexual relationship. It really has nothing to do with size of the people, but rather age, experience on occasion and the couples personal needs.”

 

“I see,” Ichigo hummed, relaxing back and letting his lover do what he wanted. Hana was right really. He did enjoy letting others take charge and he was quite happy with Hanatarou doing so.