Your skin tingled as he drew continuous circles on your stomach with his finger. His hand was warm -- despite the air being freezing cold -- and his movements were lazy as he lay beside you.
The window above your heads, the one over his bed, leaked moonlight into the nearly-empty room and showered everything in pale blue. It looked celestial and serene. You wondered idly what the outside looked like, but you hadn't see the outside in eight hours, and it didn't really matter. You were preoccupied with other things.
"Hm, Hitsugaya-taicho," you began in a murmur, "aren't you tired?" Your body felt heavy and your eyes were directed blankly at the ceiling. You were spent.
He shook his head faintly against the only pillow and ran his fingers lightly over your navel. He had given up on telling you to call him Toshiro hours ago, so he instead pretended you were calling him something else.
You sighed deeply, tilting your gaze to his relaxed face. "I'm tired..." You could sense your brain shutting down and sleep prodded at your eyelids. The room faded for a moment and then returned. "Please sleep." You were on the verge of unconsciousness.
He leant up and pressed his mouth to your sore lips. It was a slow, soft kiss, but you could taste the want. He pulled away for a moment to lightly touch your cheek, and then he returned to your mouth again.
Your lips were swollen, and it hurt a bit to have his pressure on them. You couldn't recall how many times he'd kissed you over the night, but you could definitely remember how it had felt to be devoured over and over. It was scary and thrilling all at once.
He released you and pushed his face into the hollow of your neck, where pale bruises spotted the skin, and ran the heat of his tongue over them repeatedly. All the muscles in your body went slack.
Over the pulse of his chest against your own and the shivers as his hair brushed your skin, you thought about it. He had been wonderful -- thorough and attentive -- but ravenous and possessive, as though he thought he'd never see you again.
"I love you," he groaned against your sweating neck, digging his fingers into you as everything escalated. "God, Haibara!" There was a sharp pain that was swallowed by pleasure as his teeth pricked your skin and drops of blood beaded along the bite marks.
You were gripping him with all of your might, afraid his power might rock you to the edge of life. But it felt good, like being freed from all your worries and feelings, and you let yourself go. Wildly, you let yourself go.
"Mm, Haibara," he whispered and his lips tickled your skin, "don't sleep. Stay awake with me." His skin slid along your own as he propped himself up to stare into your face with searing eyes. "I'll be lonely."
"I'll still be here," you said to him, reaching up slightly to run your fingers through his hair as you had done for the past night. His eyes closed in response and he sighed into it. "You get lonely so easily," you muttered, touching his neck and everywhere else soothingly.
"I love you," he mumbled, and you figured it must have been the billionth time. "I love you so much." He leant down to kiss you again, and it was nicer than you imagined.
"Look at me. Look at me!" he gasped, pressing his forehead to your own. You had to force your eyes open through the oncoming euphoria. "You're so beautiful, Haibara," he said as tears welled up in your eyes. His mouth was there to kiss them away. "I never thought you'd say yes to me," he murmured, continuing his rhythm. "I never thought I could feel like this... You complete me, Haibara."
"Let's go again," he said suddenly, pressing his fingertips to your lips. His turquoise eyes held every single emotion you could comprehend, and it was overwhelming. "I love you," he said again under his breath.
"I'm tired, Hitsugaya-taicho. Not now, please." You looked up at him and felt the exhaustion squeeze your throat. "It'll hurt..."
"It won't," he assured you, moving to straddle your hips beneath the sheets. "I'll be gentle, I promise."
"Taicho!" you called and his eyes snapped up to look at you in confusion. You felt the tears hit you again. "No more tonight. I can't take it..." Your chest shuddered and you covered your eyes with an arm.
Toshiro frowned and moved forward to take your arm from your face. "Don't cry, Haibara: I promise I'll be gentle..." He leant down to lick the salty tears from your eyelids. You sunk into it and sighed shakily.
Then you were wrapping your arms around his neck. He sighed in something like relief and bent his face down to kiss your collar bone. It was amazing all over again.
Your moans filled the air as he drove on, bringing you to the height of pleasure over and over and over again. It burned like a persistent fire, like an ever-present light that filled your core with its glow. It was perfect, and -- you decided -- so was he.
He lifted your leg up and around his hips, pressing his hard-on into your thigh. "Ready?" he asked, his lips moving against your skin. You braced yourself and but your lip, slipping down, down into anticipation.
And then it was there, the familiar heat of him, and he drove forward. You felt your neck arch and a sigh escape your lips, and every coherent thought flew from your mind.
It was hot and pleasing as you felt your body pushed into the futon. His mouth met yours over and over as his hands kneaded your sides. "Nn, Haibara," he groaned, craving to ride you to the ends of the earth.
You could barely stay conscious. He pulsed inside of you like an extension of his prowess. It almost brought you to tears again.
He watched from above as your body moved against the sheets and the bed frame jolted with every move he made. He felt whole and satisfied; your happiness was his doing, and he liked that with every ounce of his being.
"I love you," he said in all honesty, thrusting into you over and over again. Euphoria filled him as your face contorted in pleasure. "Do you love me?" he asked softly and next to your ear, closing his eyes.
You gasped and moaned and nodded. Toshiro smiled and kissed your neck, picking up the pace of his hips. The bed moved along with him and you let his rhythm take you over.
The hot spike of intensity began, beginning in your stomach and spreading through your legs. "Hi-Hitsugaya-taicho!" you moaned, pressing your head back into the pillow. Sweat rolled down your face and onto your neck.
Toshiro sighed deeply and felt you tighten around him. "Haibara," he breathed, kissing you, "relax. You're tensing up..." He slipped his tongue into your mouth and felt you wrap both of your legs around his waist. Everything was burning and perfect.
Your core lit up with oncoming orgasm, make your nose scrunch up and your breathing escalate. "S-slow!" you gasped out, feeling overwhelmed. He paused his thrusts, instead turning to rubbing large, slow circles with his pelvis against yours. You choked back a scream and moaned his title again.
Toshiro pretended you'd called him by his real name and pushed his lips to your ear. "I'm coming, Haibara. Hold on..." He bite your lobe and growled as another wave hit him head-on. Then he came, tensing his body and then letting it all go, rolling his hips against yours to ease himself out of the wild feelings roaring through his body.
He then slammed into you again, and you came, too, biting back a scream. It rushed over you like syrup and drowned out all feeling for a moment. When you opened your eyes again, it had reduced to a pleasant bubbling in your stomach and heat in your skin.
Toshiro stared down at you with tired, appreciative eyes that made you melt all over again. "Thank you, Haibara," he murmured, stroking your face with a hand.
You tried to catch your breath. "I-I love you, taicho..." Tears built up in your eyes. He smiled and leant down to kiss you lightly. It completed everything.
You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.
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Finally. I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, FIREFLAME82! You were soooo patient TT.TT Rate and message!
~Panda
