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Ficlet: Mistake
This is the fourth part of my 5drunkfics series. It follows Confessions.
Title: Mistake
Pairing: Kurosaki Isshin/Kurosaki Ichigo
Warning: INCEST, mansex
Rating: NC-17
Part Four: Mistake
Need.
That's all he can feel right now. Raw, overpowering *need*.
He knows he's overreacting, shaking too much, moaning too loud, practically *sobbing* it's so...sweet, too sweet. Painful even. It's just that he's wanted it for so long. Never thought he'd get it, not when it's so. Wrong. And he knows it is but he doesn't care, not when it makes him feel like this. Like he could go on forever and still not get enough.
His lips are swollen and probably pretty red by now and his jaw aches something awful but he can't make himself stop. Never wants to stop. The taste, the sounds, the *smell*, it's all.....
Too much.
He pulls back suddenly, gasping for air. He can feel that his eyes are too wide probably nothing but the whites showing, his pupils blown. He’s almost numb, wanting something, anything, but not sure how to get it. Can’t think of a way to ask.
It must show on his face though because he’s being pulled up now, up and across Isshin’s lap. The kiss is hard, all biting teeth and sharp tongue; he can’t breathe but that’s okay, right now he’d rather pass out than give up his father’s mouth.
It’s long moments until Isshin pulls out of the kiss panting. Ichigo whimpers and squirms a little as Isshin seems to consider something. (How the man can think at a time like this is beyond Ichigo.) He wants him to hurry up and decide whatever it is before Ichigo can think too much about what he’s doing.
“What do you want Ichigo?” Isshin finally asks. “Do you want me to take care of this?” He gives Ichigo’s cock a hard squeeze through his jeans. “I could suck it for you. Let you come in my mouth, swallow you down. Would you like that?”
Ichigo bites his lip to keep from laughing hysterically. Because really what's he supposed to say? 'Oh, God please Daddy?' Yeah, that’d be real appropriate, not that the rest of this is but still. It doesn’t matter though because all he can manage is a choked off moan.
Next thing he knows he’s on his back, head crammed up against the armrest and Isshin, God his *Dad*, is popping open his jeans, sliding a hand inside, stroking. Ichigo hisses when Isshin pulls his cock loose from his pants the air chilly on the hot flesh. Last thing he sees before his eyes roll back in his head is Isshin’s smirk as he lowers his head.
Hot. Wet. Tight. So damn…..
He forces his eyes open, not wanting to miss this, might not get another chance. A chance to see his own Dad treat his cock like it’s the best damn lollipop ever. Slurping and licking, fucking *devouring* him. The wet noises coming from the back of his throat making his skin itch. Tongue playing against the underside, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, clouding his mind even further. The pleasure’s building fast now, curling low in his groin, balls tightening up and then…
Fuck.
The static noise in his ears is close to a roar drowning out everything but the hot white of his mind. It’s awhile before he can pry his eyes back open to see what Isshin’s doing.
Isshin groans loud and low, moves to straddle Ichigo on the couch, grabs his hand and wraps it around his cock along with his own. He leans down to whisper in Ichigo’s ear, things like ‘good boy’ and ‘so perfect, so sexy’, all the while guiding Ichigo’s hand on his cock. Ichigo only has enough time to marvel at the feel, the *weight*, of his father in his hand before Isshin’s thrusts turn ragged and his cock jerks hard emptying all over Ichigo’s hand and belly.
Once his cock stops pulsing Isshin collapses onto Ichigo pushing him further into the couch. Ichigo pushes on his shoulder trying to make him get up but it looks like he has no intention of moving any time soon. Giving up Ichigo squirms slightly attempting to get comfortable. Succeeding finally he yawns softly and lets sleep overtake him.
TBC
Title: Mistake
Pairing: Kurosaki Isshin/Kurosaki Ichigo
Warning: INCEST, mansex
Rating: NC-17
Need.
That's all he can feel right now. Raw, overpowering *need*.
He knows he's overreacting, shaking too much, moaning too loud, practically *sobbing* it's so...sweet, too sweet. Painful even. It's just that he's wanted it for so long. Never thought he'd get it, not when it's so. Wrong. And he knows it is but he doesn't care, not when it makes him feel like this. Like he could go on forever and still not get enough.
His lips are swollen and probably pretty red by now and his jaw aches something awful but he can't make himself stop. Never wants to stop. The taste, the sounds, the *smell*, it's all.....
Too much.
He pulls back suddenly, gasping for air. He can feel that his eyes are too wide probably nothing but the whites showing, his pupils blown. He’s almost numb, wanting something, anything, but not sure how to get it. Can’t think of a way to ask.
It must show on his face though because he’s being pulled up now, up and across Isshin’s lap. The kiss is hard, all biting teeth and sharp tongue; he can’t breathe but that’s okay, right now he’d rather pass out than give up his father’s mouth.
It’s long moments until Isshin pulls out of the kiss panting. Ichigo whimpers and squirms a little as Isshin seems to consider something. (How the man can think at a time like this is beyond Ichigo.) He wants him to hurry up and decide whatever it is before Ichigo can think too much about what he’s doing.
“What do you want Ichigo?” Isshin finally asks. “Do you want me to take care of this?” He gives Ichigo’s cock a hard squeeze through his jeans. “I could suck it for you. Let you come in my mouth, swallow you down. Would you like that?”
Ichigo bites his lip to keep from laughing hysterically. Because really what's he supposed to say? 'Oh, God please Daddy?' Yeah, that’d be real appropriate, not that the rest of this is but still. It doesn’t matter though because all he can manage is a choked off moan.
Next thing he knows he’s on his back, head crammed up against the armrest and Isshin, God his *Dad*, is popping open his jeans, sliding a hand inside, stroking. Ichigo hisses when Isshin pulls his cock loose from his pants the air chilly on the hot flesh. Last thing he sees before his eyes roll back in his head is Isshin’s smirk as he lowers his head.
Hot. Wet. Tight. So damn…..
He forces his eyes open, not wanting to miss this, might not get another chance. A chance to see his own Dad treat his cock like it’s the best damn lollipop ever. Slurping and licking, fucking *devouring* him. The wet noises coming from the back of his throat making his skin itch. Tongue playing against the underside, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, clouding his mind even further. The pleasure’s building fast now, curling low in his groin, balls tightening up and then…
Fuck.
The static noise in his ears is close to a roar drowning out everything but the hot white of his mind. It’s awhile before he can pry his eyes back open to see what Isshin’s doing.
Isshin groans loud and low, moves to straddle Ichigo on the couch, grabs his hand and wraps it around his cock along with his own. He leans down to whisper in Ichigo’s ear, things like ‘good boy’ and ‘so perfect, so sexy’, all the while guiding Ichigo’s hand on his cock. Ichigo only has enough time to marvel at the feel, the *weight*, of his father in his hand before Isshin’s thrusts turn ragged and his cock jerks hard emptying all over Ichigo’s hand and belly.
Once his cock stops pulsing Isshin collapses onto Ichigo pushing him further into the couch. Ichigo pushes on his shoulder trying to make him get up but it looks like he has no intention of moving any time soon. Giving up Ichigo squirms slightly attempting to get comfortable. Succeeding finally he yawns softly and lets sleep overtake him.
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