Bleach, Kira/Gin, rewards
Kira made a soft noise as Gin slipped from him. He was hyper-aware of everything around him: the almost sickly sweet aroma that he associated with Gin and the heady smell of sex; the pins and needles in his fingers from his wrists being bound and strung up for too long; the warm, slightly itchy feeling as Gin's release slowly trickled from him and down the back of one thigh; the stinging of sweat as it mixed into the new wounds on his back, torn by Gin's nails. Above all, he could feel the blood and need throbbing in his untouched cock. "Please.." he said simply, a whispered plea that hung in the thick air. "Please what, Izuru?" came the mocking reply, a pale finger dragging across his skin as Gin circled to stand before him. Kira raised his head slightly to look at his taichou, the blue orbs communicating all that he couldn't say. Gin's smile never faltered as he reached down to wrap a slender hand around the aching arousal, causing Kira to give a soft, whimpering moan. "You -have- been rather good, tonight, haven't you?" Gin purred in his ear, the snake-like tongue flicking out to taste the shell. "I suppose you do deserve a reward.." It took only a few quick jerks before Kira was arching into the slim fist, coating it, and crying Gin's name. Smirk still in place, the taichou quickly cut Kira down, wiped his soiled hand in the pile of Kira's clothes, and was gone. Stretched out on the floor, Kira smiled before letting sleep claim him. A reward meant that Gin had been pleased, and when Gin was pleased, Kira was too.