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Being a Lieutenant of the Gotei 13 is already a busy job itself. If you add being the editor-in-chief of the Seireitei Communication on top of that, as well as an overly-ready-to-help-everybody personality, the outcome is an overworked Hisagi Shūhei.
Bent over the desk in his private quarters, he’s mulling over the new article he has written about the work of Mayuri’s Division after the war. Just collecting all the data he wanted to have, before writing his article, took him multiple days. Mayuri himself did not really pose a great help to his endeavors, too busy working on Nemuri.
Akon turned out to be Shūhei’s saving grace, the man ready to supply him with any detail he wished for, in exchange for Shūhei’s help with carrying equipment around.
Even after spending all of his free time the past few days collecting information, Shūhei does not plan on stopping there. Not when he’s finally able to write without any disturbances.
Kensei sent him home earlier than usual, seeing as there wasn’t any work for him to do and the Captain could see how tired his Lieutenant was. While Kensei isn’t the most delicate man out there, he does care about his comrades, so he sent the exhausted man home to rest.
Which is not what Shūhei intended to do at all.
So here he is, ready to ignore the ache in his back for the sake of an interesting article. Who is Hisagi Shūhei, if not a hard-working man who tries his best for the sake of the Seireitei Communication? In a way, this is also an attempt to honor the memory of the man who did the job before him.
A soft knock on the door of his bedroom pulls him out of his thoughts and his hand briefly stops the rigorous writing motions. Instantly, a cramp creeps its way into his fingers and a hiss leaves his lips, the pencil falling from his hand.
Cradling one hand in the other, he manages to blurt out, “Come in!”
Carefully, you push the sliding door open and step into the room before closing the door behind you without turning away from the man. Your initial smile fades and you are left perplexed by the way Shūhei is hunched over the desk.
Tilting your head to the side you ask, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Shūhei perks up at the sound of your voice and turns his head to face you. A tired smile pulls at the corners of his lips and his brows lose a bit of that tension that kept them drawn together in concentration. Your heart warms at the way your boyfriend’s expression softens at the sight of you.
“I’m fine, don’t worry. I just got a cramp in my hand,” he answers, holding the hand that wasn’t suddenly overcome with pain out to you. You put your hand in his and allow him to draw you closer.
Putting your free hand on the back of his chair, you come to a halt right beside him. Bending down, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek. Heat shoots up to his face and you feel it heat up under the touch of your lips.
Moving to stand up straight, you look at the mess on his desk and then back to his face. There are dark circles marring the skin under his eyes and he looks exhausted. Shūhei gives a gentle squeeze to your hand, which he is still holding onto when he sees the worried look in your eyes.
“Did you need something?” he asks, looking up at you. Your hand moves away from the back of his chair in favor of cupping his cheek. Rubbing your thumb over the corner of his eye in a gentle manner, you quietly take a proper look at his face.
Shūhei’s brows draw together once more, this time in an expression of worry. His other hand comes up to rest on top of your own on his face and he moves it away. Now holding both of your hands in his, he gives you a firm but soft squeeze. Looking up to you, his eyes search yours for an answer of any kind.
A sigh leaves your lips and you turn your attention to the papers on his desk. “How much longer do you think this will take you?” you ask.
Your boyfriend follows your gaze and lets out a thoughtful hum. Pulling one of your hands up to his lips, he presses small kisses on your knuckles, mumbling his answer in between those kisses in hopes of distracting you, “A few more hours. Maybe a day.”
A raise of your brows is your first reaction to that statement. Shooting him a look of disbelief, you shake your head, “Take a nap first, love. You just got back from a day filled with so much work, there’s no way I will allow you to slave away at your desk for a full day on top of that.”
Lowering your hand that he is still holding onto, Shūhei looks over to the papers that have piled up on his desk throughout the past few days. Inspiration is a fleeting thing; something that disappears into thin air as quickly as it graces his mind out of nowhere. While he does not want to just abandon his work, he does feel rather tired, and sending you away is something he wants to do even less.
With a sigh, he lets go of your hands and sends you a sympathetic look, before turning back to his work. “I will just finish the first bit of this since I’ve already started. I’ll be quick about it, I promise.”
And with that, his attention is back to his work again. You’re a bit at a loss. Of course, his work is important and you are very proud of the fact that your boyfriend is such an ambitious and hard-working man, but on the other hand, you hate seeing him overwork himself. He has been doing it for the past few days and the selfish little voice inside your head yearns to be held by his arms, even if only for a short moment.
With a sigh, you decide to stand behind his chair, resting your hands on the back of it. Shūhei focuses on his work again, finding back into his writing rhythm with experienced ease. His writing is a tiny bit messy, but that’s due to the speed he is writing at.
Soon enough, he is able to quickly fill a page with text, grabbing the next piece of paper to continue. The way he is sitting, slightly bent over the desk, looks painful.
Inching closer to his chair, you stand right up against the back of it and your hands leave the wood in favor of settling on top of Shūhei’s shoulders. He flinches at the touch.
Adorable.
Slowly, but with firm intention behind the touch, your thumbs start rubbing circles into the skin of his lower neck. A quiet groan leaves Shūhei’s lips at the feeling. The tension of the past few days has settled deep inside of his body, but it is only now that he notices how much his back and neck are aching.
Leaning down, you whisper against his ear, “Keep writing. I’ll just help out a little like this.”
Your lips touch his skin as you speak and he feels too warm all of a sudden.
Shaking his head once you’ve moved back up, he continues with his work. Gaze moving away from his notes and to the piece of paper he is writing on, Shūhei continues to string together an informative text. It’s all easy work from here on out and he makes a mental note to thank Akon once more for being so cooperative.
Shūhei’s thoughts are cut short and his hand moves up in surprise, causing the tip of the pen to remove its touch from the paper. Sneakily, your fingers have slipped below the collar of his shihakushō and over his shoulders, gently rubbing the covered skin.
A moment of tense silence.
“What are you doing…?” comes the hesitant question from your boyfriend and you fight back a grin, in fear of him being able to hear it in your voice. Shūhei’s ears are dusted with a tinge of red and you feel the need to lean down and press your lips against the warm skin.
“Giving you a massage, of course. Your poor shoulders… All these days of hard work have caused so much tension to build in your muscles. Look,” and with that, your thumbs dig into the muscles where his shoulders meet his neck. Your right thumb seems to have found a sore spot, since his body immediately reacts and he tilts his upper body to his right side, hissing at the pain.
Turning his head slightly, he looks up at you. The expression on Shūhei’s face is one caught in a conflict.
He is exhausted.
Your touch feels unbelievably good.
He’s missed you terribly.
However, he does have a lot of work to do after all and Shūhei fears that he will wind up feeling guilty about pushing back his work.
If there is one thing he dislikes, it is feeling like a slacker, or even worse - having people call him one. That he is far away from being one is something that anyone would tell the man, if he dared to voice his fear.
Warmth meets his chest and it is only then that Shūhei realizes that you’ve slipped one of your hands into the front of his uniform and how much closer you are than before. Your hand travels over the expanse of his toned chest, while your other arm comes to wrap around his shoulders in a back hug of sorts.
Ears thrumming, as if his heart was beating right up inside of his head, Shūhei does not allow himself to move. The situation is startling and surprising but most of all it is arousing to him. Your fingers rub over his chest affectionately, before wandering downwards to dance over his abs, while you embrace him with your free arm.
Nosing gently against the side of his neck, you start to press kisses against the warm skin
there. He’s stiff and the tension in his body does not stem from his habit of overworking himself. Not this time. There is no need for him to know that you are aware of this though.
At least not yet.
“My poor, sweet Shūhei. I don’t want you to overwork yourself. Seeing you so exhausted makes me feel bad and I find myself unable to relax,” you murmur against his skin, slowly working your way up to the spot where his jaw meets the skin below his ear. Continuing the sweet torture, you carefully nibble on his ear lobe, before pressing a gentle kiss on the skin.
Shūhei is already subconsciously tilting his head to the side. The Lieutenant’s eyes are barely open, his lids heavy under the warm weight of your fervent affections. You’ve got him lulled into accepting your love. Now all he needs is a little push.
Impishly, your pointer finger moves to rub over his nipple underneath his uniform until the sensitive nub is perked up from your attention. Pinching it between your pointer finger and thumb, you watch him for a reaction.
Flinching at the touch, he turns his face more to the side, so he can meet your eyes and voice his complaints.
Before he can do that, however, your lips are already on his, muffling any words of protest. After a bit of hesitation, you feel him slowly let go of his reluctance, allowing you to part his lips with your tongue.
Allowing yourself to taste him, your tongue slides over his in a desperate attempt to try and satisfy your need for him. The teasing did not only affect Shūhei, it also affected you. Used to feeling him close to you, the past few days had troubled you deeply. Concern for your lover stood against the need for his touch and he is the only key to solving those problems.
Now that you have him in front of you, ready to temporarily turn his back to his work, your desperation seems to take over, so you mentally objurgate yourself so that you’ll remember to do this properly. Slowly moving back, Shūhei’s lips follow yours and you giggle when he opens his eyes to look at you in confusion.
Grabbing a hold of his hands, you gently pull him up to his feet. Surprisingly enough, he does not fight you anymore, subconsciously ready to just allow you to lead the way in every sense of the word.
Leading him towards the bed, you motion for him to sit down on top of it. Shūhei obeys without any complaints, simply asking, “You want to… take a nap? Is that it?”
There is a hint of disappointment hidden behind his inquisitive tone and you try very hard not to chuckle.
“Something like that,” you mumble as you put one of your hands onto his shoulder before sitting down on his lap. Shūhei moves back a little on the bed so the both of you can sit more comfortably. As if it’s an automated process, his hands come up to rest on your waist and he tries to pull you closer.
Your hand that comes up to lay against his chest stops him from moving you closer to his body. Dark eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and this time you laugh a little.
Leaning forward, you press a fleeting kiss to his cheek before you lean back on his lap again. Your hands move to slide underneath the fabric of his shihakushō once more but this time your touch is bolder. You don’t plan on giving him a chance to get back to his work.
Sliding the fabric of his uniform off his shoulders, you smile at the bashful expression on your boyfriend’s face. The hands on your waist have become stiff - he is holding back on touching you, too flustered by the way his writing session has suddenly turned into this kind of intimate moment.
Allowing your hands to trace over his athletic frame, you let your fingers dance over his muscular shoulders and down to his upper arms. Appreciatively, you give a gentle squeeze to the muscles there, before your hands wander over to the expanse of his chest.
Splaying your palms over his pecs, you delight in the soft sigh that leaves his quivering lips. Once more, you lean forward to bestow him with a kiss. This time though, you make sure to place it directly on his lips.
Breaking the kiss after a short moment, you whisper against his lips, “Touch me too, Shūhei.”
Tentatively, almost a little timidly, his fingers dig into your sides, the warmth of his fingers seeping through the fabric of the yukata you had decided to wear today. Smiling at his bashful behavior, one of your hands travels up and to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair.
Pulling firmly, but not with enough strength to hurt him, you make him tilt his head up. Slender throat not exposed to your gaze, you lean down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin there.
When your other hand travels lower down his body, your fingers tracing over his abs, a heated groan leaves Shūhei’s lips. His thighs tense underneath your body and you’re slightly jostled by the faint movement.
Sucking on the skin on the side of his neck, you make sure to give the spot enough attention so that your ministrations leave a mark. If he decides to work this much, then the least you can do is offer him a little souvenir, so that he can think about you every time he sees and feels it.
Pressing a final kiss to the pretty love bruise, that is slowly turning purple, you work your way down to his prominent collarbones. Leaning backward a little, Shūhei is unsure if this is him offering his body to your touch or if he is trying to escape the burning attention you are showering him with.
A gasp.
Your hand has left those gorgeous abdominal muscles of his, in favor of palming the bulge that has been straining against the front of his uniform for a while now.
“You should have told me that you needed my help,” you whisper, removing your lips from his skin and leaning back on his lap once more. Your hand moves to untie his uniform, not pushing it off of him completely, too impatient now to take care of it properly.
Pushing down his underwear, you delight in seeing how hard he’s gotten from all the attention you have been showering him with. A teasing smile pulls at the corners of your lips.
Your other hand is still grabbing onto his hair and you readjust yourself on top of him. Choosing to lean onto the bed instead, you get up onto your knees, your face now slightly above his. You tilt his head up a little so that he can meet your gaze.
Wrapping your hand around his cock, you start to slowly stroke him up and down, taking your time with it. Up close like this, you get to enjoy every minuscule change in his expression and the way his eyes slide shut is too pretty to not watch.
His dark eyelashes are quivering, moved by the way he is actively squeezing his eyes shut, so as to not overstimulate his senses with the sight of you added on top of the sensations he is feeling.
That is exactly what you want though.
Pulling on his hair a bit harder, your other hand comes to a stop around his cock. Your thumb rubs over the tip of it firmly, making him flinch in your hold. Eyes snapping open, his pupils dilate as he searches your expression for something to answer his unvoiced question.
“I stopped because I need you to look at me, Shūhei. Can you do that for me, baby?” you ask, voice dripping with feigned innocence.
Shūhei nods lightly, the movement of his head restricted by your tight hold on his hair, “Y-yes, I’ll look at you, just please-”
You don’t wait for another second, starting to stroke up and down once more. Pressing your lips against his once more, you squeeze closer so that you’re pressed up against him. There is barely any room between the both of you now, just enough between your lower bodies for you to comfortably move your hand up and down his cock.
The hand around his length feels very different from his own. Your hands are softer, smaller compared to his as well. These past few days Shūhei did not have the luxury of being able to properly indulge himself, working out any kind of tension rather quickly.
He did not do it for the act itself, rather doing it just to be able to continue his work without any distractions.
With you on his lap, however, the situation is different. You are content staying just like this, taking your time slowly building up the pleasure and gently carrying him over that edge. The tempo is too slow - Shūhei fears that the stinging sensation in his eyes does not stem from his lack of sleep, but from the sudden frustration of finally having you close but not getting exactly what he was hoping for.
Letting go of your waist with one hand, he moves it to lay over yours. Urging you to move quicker, he clasps your hand in his hold, squeezing it a bit to tighten your hold on his cock, before starting up a quicker rhythm than the one you were going with.
Smiling against his lips, you stay close to him and follow this new tempo.
“Like this, j-just like this, yes. That’s perfect - hahh - thank you, thank y-ah-” Shūhei gasps, the grip around your hand loosening with time. Chest heaving up and down quicker, your lover fights the urge to close his eyes, but you doubt he’s taking everything in anyway.
Speeding up the motions of your hand, you stroke him once, twice and with the third time, you feel warm liquid hit your hand just as a choked groan of your name fights its way out of his throat.
Helping him ride it out, you slow your pace down slightly, delighting in the way he’s heaving for air. Eyes now closed in bliss, Shūhei tilts his head back, finally free from your tight hold on his hair. Your fingers gently run over the back of his neck while your other hand comes to a full stop around his girth.
“Good, just like that. You needed that, hm? Look at how pretty you look when you let go for me,” you praise him, leaning over to press a kiss against his jaw.
Finally letting go of his cock, you wipe your hand on your thigh, that’s now slightly exposed through the slit of your disheveled yukata. Wrapping your arms around Shūhei, you snuggle closer once you feel his arms come up to wrap around your body.
Sighing against the side of your neck, Shūhei litters a barrage of sweet kisses all over your skin. “You’re a minx. A little devil in disguise,” he mumbles, his fingers digging into your skin and you giggle.
“Be careful. Maybe I am going to suck you dry-” with those words, he stops his kisses, freezing in your hold at the implication and your boldness,
“-of all of your energy and tire you out enough until you finally go to sleep and get some rest.”
Tension flees his body and he gently pinches your sides. You wriggle in his hold, trying to escape his hands, but his hold on you is firm. Giggling, you ask, “What? Did you think I was going to say something else?”
“I wasn’t thinking anything like that, you just - Hngh!”
You stop at the sound that escapes him and when you look at him, he looks like a deer in the headlights. Allowing for your gaze to wander lower, you realize that you have been pressing up against him a touch too close. He’s slowly getting hard again.
“Seems like you’re not that tired after all,” you mumble, putting a hand against his shoulder and slowly pushing him down onto the bed. Shūhei smiles up at you, a pretty shade of red dusting the high points of his handsome face.
“Sorry,” is all he says, but he doesn’t mean it one bit.
Grinning, you lean down to cup his cheeks and press a sweet kiss against his lips. This time, he’s a bit more daring. His hands wander to untie your yukata, sliding it off your shoulders all while eagerly pressing his lips up against yours in a heated kiss.
Pushing the fabric away from your body, he leans up so he can reach over your body more easily. Both of you don’t react when the garment hits the floor, too busy lavishing each other with affection.
Leaning back up and away from him, you allow yourself to get comfortable on his thighs, right below his hips. His now erect cock is standing at full attention. Taking your time on top of Shūhei, you slowly unclasp your bra, allowing for the straps to slide down your upper arms.
Your lover attempts to sit up, but your hand on his chest stops him in his tracks, keeping him just like that - on his back, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch you better. That much you will allow him to do this time. Soon enough, your bra is laying on the floor and your panties are quick to follow.
Reconnecting your gaze with Shūhei’s, you’re pleased to see the awestruck expression on his face. The way his eyes shine with adoration for you sends heat up your spine and you shiver.
Shūhei groans and fully lays down, rubbing one of his hands over his face as a breathless laugh escapes him, “You’re too beautiful. Are you sure I didn’t pass out from exhaustion? I am dreaming right now, no?”
Chuckling, you carefully lift yourself until your hips are hovering above his own. Lowering yourself, you roll your hips forward, allowing your wet folds to slide over the length of his cock.
Hips bucking upwards, Shūhei’s hands immediately grab onto your hips. He didn’t expect this. Rocking your hips back and forth, you allow for your folds to gently part, opening up like a flower to hug over the girth of his cock.
You’re wet, terribly so, which makes it easy to slide over his cock. Forward and then back again, you continue your rhythm, your hands resting on his toned stomach. The hands on your hips aid you with your movements.
Looking down at where the both of you are gliding over each other, Shūhei groans out your name at the sight. Your wetness is already coating the entirety of his cock, dripping onto his abdomen. His gaze trails upwards again and he is met with the sensual way your body moves with each roll of your hips.
Your face is pulled into an expression of ecstasy - eyes closed, head tilting to the side and your lower lip slightly pulled between your teeth to hold back any sounds. Any semblance of exhaustion has left the Lieutenant’s system by now. How could he feel anything but bliss with you on top of him, offering him such a titillating sight?
Deciding to help you out a little, one hand slides over to your lower tummy, his thumb moving to draw slow circles over your clit. A sudden breath leaves your lips as your lips shift, twitching away from the sudden touch. His other hand stays on your hip, making sure to guide you back and forth over his cock.
The sensitive nub is swollen, and sensitive to his touch from the lack of attention up until now. You’re wet enough for his thumb to glide over your clit smoothly and Shūhei delights in the way your thighs quiver as you hold yourself up above him, rocking back and forth over his length.
“You look so pretty on top of me. Want to be inside of you s-so badly,” Shūhei moans, his thumb circling over your clit while the fingers of his other hand dig into the skin of your hip strong enough to leave marks.
“Is that okay with you, angel? You’ll let me, yeah?” he asks, his tone saccharine, filled with his adoration for you, with the hope of finally being inside of you. Who were you to deny him?
A gasp leaves your lips and you nod, exhaustion and pleasure mingling on your expression. As you slowly lift yourself up, your lover brings his other hand back to your hip, helping you out with both hands.
You grab a hold of his cock, lining him up with your hole before slowly sinking down onto him. The wetness makes it easy to do so and he slips between your folds effortlessly. Slowly, you take him in, inch by inch, until your backside touches his thighs.
Choking back a relieved sob of a moan, you intend to start moving on top of him. However, you don’t get far with that at all, your view suddenly turning 180 degrees when your back hits the mattress.
Startled, you look up at Shūhei, who’s supporting himself above you now, his cock still buried deep inside of you. Leaning down, he presses his lips against yours in a fervent but short kiss, before he starts moving his hips.
He does not take his time at all compared to your earlier wicked antics. The teasing went on for too long and now Shūhei is just craving to be buried in your tight heat, to come undone while you hold onto him and have you pulsing around him as you reach your climax as well.
Thrusting in and out of you hurriedly from the beginning, he leaves you no time to reclaim your dominant position. Wrapping your arms and legs around the man above you, you pull him closer once more, allowing him to take the lead and claim your lips with his own.
It’s a messy kiss, your lips wet with saliva and his teeth knock into yours, but you’re too far gone to care about any of it. Your nails dig into his upper back as his hips roll into yours over and over again, pushing you closer to the edge.
Shūhei is mumbling against your throat. most of it is incoherent and the pleasurable buzz you’re feeling is making it difficult to focus, but you are sure you hear whimpers of how good you feel around him, how tightly you’re squeezing him, how pretty you look-
One of his arms moves to wrap around your lower back, lifting you up slightly to change the angle and your vision turns blurry. “Yes, yes, just like that- please, I’ll-” comes a string of moans from you, and Shūhei presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against your throat, mumbling for you to let go for him.
Every roll of his hips into yours pushes you closer until finally the coil in your stomach unwinds and heat washes over your body, numbing your senses for a moment. Your heels dig into Shūhei’s lower back and you pull him closer as you gasp out his name, your voice broken and hoarse.
That pushes him over the edge as well and he comes with a husky groan of your name. His hips stutter to a halt, he presses his length into you one final time and stays there, as close as he can, pressing close to your body and pinning you down onto the bed.
Panting is the only sound that reaches your ears for a few moments and as the man’s weight pushes you into the mattress, you feel exhaustion creep into your body. Shūhei tries to push himself up and away from your body, but you pull him close again.
Cupping the back of his head, you pull him to lay against your chest and press a gentle kiss against his forehead. “Stay here,” you mumble, “Just for a little while longer. I will help you out with your work… later.”
Drowsiness overcoming his senses when your other hand moves to rub over his back comfortingly, Shūhei decides that a little break won’t do any harm. Turning his head, he presses a feathery light kiss against the naked skin of your chest, right above where your heart is.
Your skin is still warmed from the passionate embrace the both of you shared and he cuddles up to you, wanting to be impossibly close.
A yawn escapes him, as he mumbles sleepily, “I’ll take a short break for you then…”