Bleach, Aizen/Urahara, Half an hour until the end of the world
Bleach, Aizen/Urahara, Half an hour until the end of the world
“I'm sorry I don't have any sake to offer you,” Urahara said lightly. He was cheerful, too cheerful for Aizen's taste, but that was hardly new.
“I'd rather not face the end of the world drunk, I think,” Aizen said, “Though I do thank you for gesture.”
They were civilized men, and while Ukitake and Shunsui would keep working on the Hougyoku, and Kurosaki would go down fighting while that Quincy boy kissed that red-haired girl, Aizen and Urahara would accept the inevitable.
“So no drinking...” Urahara stroked his chin a parody of deep thought before snapping his fingers. “How about oral sex?”
Aizen blinked. So there were things that could surprise the god of all Hollows.
“I've always been curious, and now, well, I hate the idea of dying and not getting to figure out at least one more thing....”
Urahara would have done it on the battleground, but Aizen (“Fussy to the last, Sosuke?” asked Urahara) led him indoors, to what remained of the palace of Las Noches. There was no roof on the chamber that Aizen had once called his own, but for the first time, there were livid and angry stars in the black sky and Aizen, lying on his bed, smiled to see them.
Urahara's weight was a welcome presence on his body, and when the other former captain started touching him through his clothes, Aizen's body remembered to arch and purr. It was good, he realized with some surprise. He could still feel good.
Urahara's mouth was skillful and his tongue lapped long slow licks up the length of Aizen's cock. Aizen's fingers twined into Urahara's hair, noting that the cold light of Hueco Mundo silvered the gold. Where had the man learned to suck cock like that, Aizen wondered, but then he closed his eyes and let it all go away.
A gentle scrape of teeth along the underside, a sudden swallow that took it all the way down Urahara's throat, and Aizen was moaning with surprise and pleasure. His fingers tightened in the other man's hair, but Urahara's hands, surprisingly strong, were firmly holding his hips, not letting him move one inch more than Urahara wanted him to. The small bit of restraint made Aizen growl, but the pressure around his cock increased and he nearly whimpered.
He tried to put off coming but it was impossible, inevitable. It had to happen this way, the lights had to explode and the world had to spin to darkness.