[Bleach] Risen Unlike the Sun (53)
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valmoraTitle: Risen Unlike the Sun
Rating: R
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Aizen Sousuke/Ichimaru Gin
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned herein belong in all rights to Kubo Tite, their creator, and as I am not he, only the situation (of which I'm sure Mr. Kubo would not approve, or by which he would be bemused) belongs to me.
Notes: Inspired by this NWS image at this site. Not really worksafe, but no on-screen graphic smex. Also, I made Gin's eyes blue for image continuity, but in anime canon it's been proven that they're red. In other news, title stinks.
Word Count: >500! I MADE IT!
Summary: Aizen is a morning person. Especially on days off. Gin can be persuaded to resemble one.
This fic has been translated into Italian here by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
juna89.
"Was a nice dream," Gin mutters, resentful, one pale blue eye cracking open to look up at Sousuke. "Was climbing trees. Don't know why you had to go and wake me up." His expression is all sleepy irritation, chin tilted upwards as Sousuke leans over him and lies mostly on the bed but partly on him.
"It's morning," Sousuke answers, feeling bright and a little chirpy, which is unusual but not unheard-of. After all, he has breakfast cooking in the kitchen, which will take a little while to finish, and he came back to his bedroom to find Gin curled up, deliciously naked on the bed save for the vivid silk ties around his wrists, left over from last night.
Gin shuts the eye again, shifting his weight away from Sousuke but held mostly in place by the fact that Sousuke is draped over him and is playing with one pink nipple, fingers light over his skin. "Don't like mornings," Gin drawls, accent slow and heavier than when he is fully awake, attempting to go back to sleep despite the distraction.
"Terribly sorry," Sousuke responds warmly, "but I do." He presses his lips against Gin's throat, the smell of Gin's sweat and last night's sex lingering on his tongue, heavy and warm and arousing, and ignores the displeased whine that Gin makes at the promise of further sleep deprivation. "You'll just have to take a nap afterwards."
Gin relaxes at that, shoulders falling, leaning back into Sousuke's embrace, eyes still shut but from concentration on his body rather than in order to chase sleep, and his hands clasp together, given nothing to hold on to in their bindings except each other. He uncurls his body, too, legs straightening, the length of him whipcord-thin, bones jutting out beneath his skin. Sousuke runs a hand over his belly, delighting in the feel, and adds, "Breakfast is cooking. The sugary kind you like so much."
The response to Sousuke's words is a sybaritic moan, pale eyelids fluttering shut as Gin breathes, "Why?" He could mean either why are you making breakfast or why are you being so kind, and really, Sousuke feels these are both silly questions. He responds to them anyway.
"I quite felt like it," Sousuke answers, pulling away and moving to the other side of the bed, untying Gin's wrists and pressing a kiss into his palm before standing. "You don't need to get dressed, but it would mean an uninterrupted breakfast. It'll be ready in about five minutes." He leaves the door open to watch Gin drag himself out of bed, still-groggy and hard and frustrated, and when Gin joins him for breakfast, he lets him finish eating before insisting on sex. It doesn't take very long; Gin seems to have a special weakness for being bent over the kitchen table, with the remains of a meal still spread over it, and afterwards, Sousuke puts him back in bed, letting him sleep. It's their day off; best to let Gin enjoy it.
Rating: R
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Aizen Sousuke/Ichimaru Gin
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned herein belong in all rights to Kubo Tite, their creator, and as I am not he, only the situation (of which I'm sure Mr. Kubo would not approve, or by which he would be bemused) belongs to me.
Notes: Inspired by this NWS image at this site. Not really worksafe, but no on-screen graphic smex. Also, I made Gin's eyes blue for image continuity, but in anime canon it's been proven that they're red. In other news, title stinks.
Word Count: >500! I MADE IT!
Summary: Aizen is a morning person. Especially on days off. Gin can be persuaded to resemble one.
This fic has been translated into Italian here by
juna89."Was a nice dream," Gin mutters, resentful, one pale blue eye cracking open to look up at Sousuke. "Was climbing trees. Don't know why you had to go and wake me up." His expression is all sleepy irritation, chin tilted upwards as Sousuke leans over him and lies mostly on the bed but partly on him.
"It's morning," Sousuke answers, feeling bright and a little chirpy, which is unusual but not unheard-of. After all, he has breakfast cooking in the kitchen, which will take a little while to finish, and he came back to his bedroom to find Gin curled up, deliciously naked on the bed save for the vivid silk ties around his wrists, left over from last night.
Gin shuts the eye again, shifting his weight away from Sousuke but held mostly in place by the fact that Sousuke is draped over him and is playing with one pink nipple, fingers light over his skin. "Don't like mornings," Gin drawls, accent slow and heavier than when he is fully awake, attempting to go back to sleep despite the distraction.
"Terribly sorry," Sousuke responds warmly, "but I do." He presses his lips against Gin's throat, the smell of Gin's sweat and last night's sex lingering on his tongue, heavy and warm and arousing, and ignores the displeased whine that Gin makes at the promise of further sleep deprivation. "You'll just have to take a nap afterwards."
Gin relaxes at that, shoulders falling, leaning back into Sousuke's embrace, eyes still shut but from concentration on his body rather than in order to chase sleep, and his hands clasp together, given nothing to hold on to in their bindings except each other. He uncurls his body, too, legs straightening, the length of him whipcord-thin, bones jutting out beneath his skin. Sousuke runs a hand over his belly, delighting in the feel, and adds, "Breakfast is cooking. The sugary kind you like so much."
The response to Sousuke's words is a sybaritic moan, pale eyelids fluttering shut as Gin breathes, "Why?" He could mean either why are you making breakfast or why are you being so kind, and really, Sousuke feels these are both silly questions. He responds to them anyway.
"I quite felt like it," Sousuke answers, pulling away and moving to the other side of the bed, untying Gin's wrists and pressing a kiss into his palm before standing. "You don't need to get dressed, but it would mean an uninterrupted breakfast. It'll be ready in about five minutes." He leaves the door open to watch Gin drag himself out of bed, still-groggy and hard and frustrated, and when Gin joins him for breakfast, he lets him finish eating before insisting on sex. It doesn't take very long; Gin seems to have a special weakness for being bent over the kitchen table, with the remains of a meal still spread over it, and afterwards, Sousuke puts him back in bed, letting him sleep. It's their day off; best to let Gin enjoy it.
