Mindless and Willing

by Mysticalbeingwithuntoldpowers

Summary:

Now that he had proven to himself that all was good and there wasn't any issues, Kisuke could be what his King wanted him to be.

 

“So good for me, Kisuke. Such a good boy. Hmmmm.” 

At the praise, the blond sucked even more enthusiastically, eyes rolling backward under the overwhelming reiatsu blowing his brain out. He was where he belonged, Ichigo’s hands holding him close. His own cock leaking from the stimulation. He didn’t need anything else. His god was his sun. He was naked on his knees for his King, servicing him and that’s all that mattered.  

Now that he knew he wasn’t affected by some weird addiction, his worries had gone away, and it was with renewed purpose that he had decided to fulfill whatever Ichigo needed from him since he got the oblivion he wanted out of their relationship. Weeks had passed and life went on.  

He didn’t mind what it looked like or that their other roommate knew what they were doing. He was fairly sure they got caught a few times (they weren’t trying to hide or anything), but Aizen simply observed from afar and never joined them. Oh well, less conflicted dilemma for him. Not thinking about that can of worms meant nothing had changed and all was great.  

He looked up, hazy from how lucky he was to be here. Ichigo was so hot, relaxing, eyes closed, reclining on a couch, shirt unbuttoned, perfect abs on display for his perusal. He was clearly enjoying the moment, at ease. Urahara was enthralled. Time lost its meaning. It was such a turn on. He was a tool meant for his monarch’s pleasure like he deserved. His own fingers had been stretching his hole for what felt like hours. He knew he would get his fulfillment soon. Ichigo was pleased with him. He could tell by his little smirk of satisfaction. Kisuke was only waiting to be stuffed full. So, he could finally come. He didn’t allow himself before that. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Ichigo said, holding him down with both hands on his shoulders. Urahara didn’t struggle at the restraints as he recognized who was coming in. Maybe he would have protested more if it wasn’t someone who had seen him so many times in much more compromising positions.  

What was curious is why did the man in question chose this moment to interrupt them. There was no way he couldn’t sense what they had been doing from outside the door.  

“Be a dear and continue Kisuke, you’re so pretty like this. Please, I’m so close. Aizen doesn’t mind.” and talking over his head at the newcomer, Ichigo continued. “Isn’t that right, Sousuke, isn’t he pretty with his mouth full like that? Come see.” and then Ichigo patted the seat next to him as an invite.  

Which Aizen didn’t refuse? What was going on? But Urahara obeyed, encouraged by a burst of even more intense lustful reishi going straight to his dick, who spurred a jet of precum; coating it in pearly liquid. He moaned under the assault, needy and desperate.  

However, instead of fulfilling his cravings, he was ignored and, with his free hand, Ichigo grabbed Aizen’s face instead as soon as he was in range. The brunet fumbled next to them and then, they proceeded to messily make out, wild and passionate. 

All Urahara could do was watch, fascinated, as the two most powerful men in the universe kissed sensually in front of him. He didn’t question it. It was so fucking intense; their chemistry was off the chart. Clearly not their first time, there was no hesitation, just pure need on either side. He felt renewed vigor at the display and started choking himself even harder, tears streaming down his cheeks.  

It didn’t take long before Aizen’s spiritual pressure got mixed with Ichigo’s, drowning him in even more sensations of desire and longing. He was barely conscious anymore, taking in all their lust within himself. Aizen lost his shirt somehow in the proceedings and Urahara could admire another perfect body (that might have appeared in his dreams somehow next to Ichigo’s). 

Fuck but he needed to be filled so bad. So so fucking bad. He was so empty. So, so empty. His fingers weren’t enough. His hole was clenching on its own, begging to hold and keep something much bigger inside. He whimpered.  

“See I told you it would happen.”  

“Hmmm....” 

And then Aizen’s dick was in range of his fingers, pulsing with need, Urahara didn’t think, he seized it mindlessly, pumping it in tandem with his head’s movements.  

“Never say I don’t keep my promises, Sou.”  

He didn’t catch his friend’s reply but then, Aizen took his hand in his own, kissing his knuckles gently as he stood up, moving behind him gracefully. He didn’t waste any time while he was there, grabbing his hips in one swift movement and shoving himself in his more-than-prepared hole. AAAHHHH, finally. SO GOOD. He came on the spot, shooting jets of cum on the floor, full on both ends and satisfied at last. 

However, the two others were far from done with him and Urahara knew that. He hadn’t satisfied his king yet. So, he kept on deepthroating, the slapping movement at his back pushing him even more forward unto Ichigo’s balls, drool covering them as well. He closed his eyes. He was nothing, just a tool. He forgot who he was, this was too much, too much reishi. He couldn’t think. Only knew what he needed to do. He was oversensitive, but that didn’t matter. Aizen kept on fucking him and it felt good; he was used to the sensation. Ichigo had always had more stamina than him. It wasn't a bit of pain that was going to stop any of them. 

Everything was alright, he was hard again, and Ichigo was smiling down at him.  

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Sousuke's trail of thoughts was along similar lines. He almost also came on the spot as well. The feeling was indescribable. With everything that he had accomplished so far and what he would in the future, he was certain this moment would still have a place in the top memories of his immortal life. Having Kisuke coming on his cock as soon as he touched him was doing wonder for his pride. His dick was encased in fiery heat, and he couldn’t ask for more. He was going to milk this for all it was worth. 

Ichigo had delivered his longtime friend in a state that he was welcoming him and this, moaning like a bitch in heat for him.  So much patience to finally get there. Everything was going to be alright, he was where he wanted to be, and Ichigo was smiling knowingly at him in encouragement.  

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 4 of Caught in its own Web