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21 october . bleach . not long now
Title: not long now
Day/Theme: 21 oct // how many miles to babylon?
Series: bleach
Character/Pairing: hirako, ichigo
Notes: pg, straddling pg-13 and making lusty bedroom eyes at you! also i apparently fail at daily writing so there's like +2 related bonus (30-second D:) fanarts inside!
"No," He found himself saying. "No, no, no! That's not it!"
"Fuck," Ichigo wheezed vehemently.
Hirako poked at the white bone of the hollow mask on Ichigo's face, now defunct and useless.
"Off," the boy finished, and rolled over onto his back in exhaustion.
As such a stern and dedicated teacher, Hirako would not accept that answer. "Get up," He prodded the tired sack of black and orange, sweat and sore muscles.
Ichigo coughed on the dust swirling in the air and in his mouth.
"Again!" His smile was dazzling in its intent. "Again and again, as close to perfection as you can get." Blood trickled down Ichigo's forehead, down Hirako's fingers fervantly clenching and scratching at Zangetsu in hunger, greed, lust.
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Day/Theme: 21 oct // how many miles to babylon?
Series: bleach
Character/Pairing: hirako, ichigo
Notes: pg, straddling pg-13 and making lusty bedroom eyes at you! also i apparently fail at daily writing so there's like +2 related bonus (30-second D:) fanarts inside!
"No," He found himself saying. "No, no, no! That's not it!"
"Fuck," Ichigo wheezed vehemently.
Hirako poked at the white bone of the hollow mask on Ichigo's face, now defunct and useless.
"Off," the boy finished, and rolled over onto his back in exhaustion.
As such a stern and dedicated teacher, Hirako would not accept that answer. "Get up," He prodded the tired sack of black and orange, sweat and sore muscles.
Ichigo coughed on the dust swirling in the air and in his mouth.
"Again!" His smile was dazzling in its intent. "Again and again, as close to perfection as you can get." Blood trickled down Ichigo's forehead, down Hirako's fingers fervantly clenching and scratching at Zangetsu in hunger, greed, lust.
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