[Bleach] Kinky Things

“Gin!”

He chuckles, mouthing the nape of Ichigo’s neck again, grinning when Ichigo arches into his arms, hands scrabbling for some kind of hold. “What?” Gin asks innocently.

“I believe you know what he means,” Sousuke says with an arched brow from where he sits in a nearby chair, eyes intently watching the both of them, dark with desire.

He’s nude, too, and Gin hungrily drinks in the appearance of his former captain, hair dark and tousled, expression amused. “Who says?” he replies, and lets his fingers stroke downward, curling around Ichigo’s cock and giving him a long, squeezing stroke.

Ichigo groans, bucks into his hold, fingers clenching and unclenching, desperately trying not to touch since Sousuke hasn’t asked for it yet.

“Both of you are evil,” he gasps.

“We are the enemy here, if you’ll recall,” Sousuke says and props his chin on his hand, eyes raking over his two lovers on the bed. “Now kiss for me.”

Gin has every intention of obeying, when their quarters suddenly starts trembling as though there were an earthquake. He frowns in confusion, meeting Sousuke’s equally confused look, and that’s when the wall to Gin’s right suddenly explodes. Rock and dust fills the air, and a figure clad in white comes hurtling through the opening, sailing across the room, only to smack into the opposite wall, causing a deep impression but not breaking through.

Gin, Ichigo, and Sousuke turn and look as Grimmjow slowly slides down the wall, landing in a crumpled, groaning heap on the floor.

They swing their gazes in the opposite direction, toward the hole in the wall, and find three faces peering in sheepishly. Or not so sheepishly.

“Oops,” Stark says, nonchalant as he steps in over the rubble and crosses the floor. He leans down, hooks a finger in Grimmjow’s collar, and proceeds to drag the insensate sixth Espada across the floor. “That’s my bad.”

Gin knows he’s gaping. Ichigo is squirming with embarrassment. Sousuke looks steps away from strangling his first Espada.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get someone to fix this mess, too,” Stark adds, waving a hand at the hole in the wall as he steps through it, still dragging Grimmjow. “So you can go back to whatever kinky things you were doing. Good night, bosses.”

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