Fight 'til you drop

He dragged his lips along the woman’s thighs, a low hum escaping afterwards. Oh, he desired his lips to roam elsewhere, but he could wait. As he felt the familiar rising of his cock, shimmering with her saliva and his cum, he felt his patience start to strain. Ikkaku staunched this by shutting his eyes, by listening to the beat of his heart, and to her reactions. To the reaction that came from his teeth grazing around smooth, toned skin. To the reaction that came from him kissing, sucking, and nipping. To the reaction that came when he knew he had left a reddened mark behind. To listen, most importantly, to the noises she made when he drew closer.

Closer and closer to her slit his lips came, gliding upwards and downwards across her thighs. From the way that he attacked them, from the way his fingers kneaded them afterwards, it was as if he had been deprived of her for a lifetime. Certainly, that’s how he felt. When she was gone for a moment, Ikkaku was looking towards the next moment. The moment where, with his lips, with his fingers, and with his cock, he would leave her completely sated. When not infatuated with the bite of a blade, that was what he lived for.

From her thighs, his tongue delved closer, ever closer. A low grumble left the man’s lips as it finally swiped across her slit. Wet, blissfully wet, and all for him. A wolfish grin touched his lips at that, as Ikkaku readied himself for his meal. Not a word was said as he licked, so consumed in this was he. Soon enough, his tongue parted her folds, and he was treated to that wonderfully diverse set of sensations.

There was the joy that came from his tongue scraping along her walls, satisfied with every bump and ridge it bumped across. There was the delight that came from pulling away, simply to tease her with strokes along the length of her pussy. And there was, of course, the few moments when he could suck at her clit. Sometimes, he groaned, his lips humming from the touch.

A hand of his went to stroke his cock, idle pumps complementing his torrid pace. His only break was when he had to gasp for air, or stifle a cry of his own. This was for Rangiku, more than anything else. Her taste appealed to him, and her reactions appealed to his ego. But, she had already made him a mess before her.

It had been days since he had last time, and since then, he felt as if he was walking on a tight rope. A strain that made him aware of every step, of every night left without pleasure, of the pain that came with his restraint. Now that his cock rested between her lips, and when not subject to that slick, swallowing feeling, taken care of her hands, he was at his limit. Colours splashed at the corner of his vision, a dull buzzing overtook his mind. There was no more warning, nothing left but to do as each fervent motion indicated. 

There was a small spasm, a longing call of her name. There was a shuddering, as if his entire body was revolting against something. And, at long last, there was the catharsis of release. His cum splashed and splattered, in long ropes against her, wherever they could be laid. Claiming her, taking her, acquainting her with the potent taste that had been denied to her for so long. Ikkaku could not raise his head, he could not do a thing. Time past, and those ropes continued to flow, dollops clinging to wherever they left.

At long last, after what seemed like forever to Ikkaku, those thick ropes eventually diminished. Just a few drops of cum splashed now, his haggard breathing coming to a close. Adrenaline and endorphins left him feeling akin to a boneless mass, but only for a time, of course.

He had lost nothing of his stamina, and he was rising anew, looking to her with that wolfish grin on his lips, and that determined look in his eyes.

For a man that prided himself on his endurance in the fight, Ikkaku was very easily seeing an end to it. A combination of his longing for her, and talent with which she sucked, and touched him were there reasons behind this. Pushing his hips upwards, he looked to have her take more. To feel him all the more, for him to feel her just as much. He bucked, he pumped, he writhed under her touch. The scrape of his sac did not help, her deft movements bringing a hitch to his breath, and a gasp to his words.

“More, Ran! I can’t tell ya how long I’ve thought about this. How much I’ve remembered. . .how much more I want.” 

His thighs continued to tremble beneath her onslaught, his strength feeling as nothing beneath her ministrations. He could tangle his fingers against her hair, he could grip against them, but there was not much more he could do. He longed to taste her, as she tasted him. He longed to make her squirm, as she had made him. The warrior longed, through his own lustful heat for her, and found himself with nothing but his own satisfaction.

He could scarcely keep his eyes open, feeling as if great weights were trying to will them shut. Ikkaku tried to open his mouth, to speak the words that he deemed necessary for her to hear, but his voice failed him. When he tried to speak, his words ended in shaking cries, or drawn out moans. Sweat continued to drip down, pre-cum continued to stain the other’s throat, and still, he was close.

“Gonna. . .”

Calling it anything short of heavenly would have been an understatement, and a severe one at that. He could not help but stare at it as if this was the first time he had seen it, a hushed curse leaving his lips. He couldn’t help but look at her, and feel awe at what he saw. Few things could make him feel this way, but seeing Rangiku Matsumoto’s body in all its glory? That did the trick, and she knew it. Ikkaku was not putty in her hands, but with just one look, he was the closest thing to it.

Most of all, she knew it, and that smirk of hers sent a shiver down his side. Only his sheer force of will convinced his hands to move, clumsily fumbling their way towards his robes. They felt as if they were made out of lead, what with his inability to even part them for her. While he fumbled, she started to move, every bounce, every confident stride drawing him further away from his clumsy movements. Her confidence, in a great many ways, was still far too much for him to handle.

Much to his benefit, Rangiku seemed to have the same idea as he did: that he was far too overdressed for the evening. Placing his hands around her back as she worked, each bit of himself revealed to her was met with either a satisfied gasp, or a wriggle of his body. The results of his prior training could still be seen, wounds here, a bruise there. . .but he was every bit the muscled warrior that she remembered. Ikkaku trained, both for himself, and for the look on her face when she got to take one good look at him.

At last, free of the bonds of his clothing, cock slapping heavily against himself, Ikkaku felt that this was right. That, if this could be all they wore for an eternity, nothing at all, he’d be okay with that. His own musings, once again, were interrupted by  the blonde’s challenging words. Before he could so much as dare her to do as she insisted. . .she had already done so. And from the very first touch, Ikkaku’s reactions were guaranteed. One, right after the next.

From even the barest amount of attention, his cock twitched from her. From the very moment her pillowy, plush lips touched against it, he was in heaven. Agonizing heaven, as he threw back his head, letting out an altogether husky groan. His hands gripped at the floor beneath him, digging deeply, ignoring the pain that came from that. If she was enamoured with his taste, then he was enamoured with how it felt.

Soon enough, not even the dull scrape of nails against the floor could aid him. Ikkaku leaned forward, the very moment that Rangiku had taken more of him past her lips his impetus. With panting, with heaving, with awe, he watched her. The hollowing of her cheeks, the head slipping in, glistening from more than just his own pre-cum. It was a beautiful sight, greater than even his finest fight.

“Fuck. . .Ran. More,” he pleaded, his hips bucking, and thighs trembling as her hand went to grasp his sack. “More. Your lips, your throat. . .more!” 

Breathy demands were followed by his hand sinking against her head. A rough hand curled against her hair, taking fistfuls of her silken strawberry-blonde locks. Another went to palm a breast yet again, erratically squeezing, groping as she had groped him. His eyes drifting shut, one more demand left his lips. Hot, passionate, and forceful, as he always was.

So, when she asked him to say what he had missed about her, he started by saying. . .not much at all. When he opened his mouth, what left in return were strained gasps, and haggard groans. He could barely will his hands to palm her breasts, continuing his motions of kneading, and massaging the soft globes between his fingertips. If he had been weaker in resolve, he would’ve continued to say nothing.

Yet, he steeled himself, suddenly cutting off his gasping, only to look her dead in the eye. Heat, want, and passion filled his gaze, staring at her with all the longing that he could muster. “You really want to know?” A moment’s thrust of his hips brought him yet again to the precipice of frustration and satisfaction, need, and utter greed. “ ‘Careful, ‘cause I ain’t so good with words, but I’m sure I’m gonna drive you mad with them anyway.”

“The way you use those lips of yours, whether you’re kissing, talking, sucking. . .it’s more than enough to satisfy. If I could, I’d just lock mine against yours forever, and the rest of the world could just fuck off. I love the way you taste, whether it’s your lips, your pussy, your thighs, your tits. . .whatever. There’s a reason I eat like it’s my last meal, ‘cause it’s the best I ever get.”

He felt himself tremble at his words, the depth and the truth of them heating him up all the more. If he didn’t have his hands on her, he’d have ripped away his clothes completely by now! As it stood, Ikkaku dragged his lips across her collarbones. One, and then the other, his lips pressing roughly against him, his tongue dragging along as they retreated. 

“I love the way you feel around my cock, it’s like you’re trying to squeeze the life out of it. I love that I can get so deep. Doesn’t matter where I put it, you’ll just take it all. I love that I can pound you as hard as we both can stand, and you don’t break. A lot of women have made me come, Ran. . .but you’re the only one to ever make me stay.” 

Stay he would, with her, and with no other soul. They were united, and that was how they would stay. With great reluctance, the warrior pulled away, bringing his hands backwards so he could rest on him, bringing his lips so far away from her. Nodding towards her, Ikkaku swallowed, breathing out as he spoke again. God, his hands still burned with what they touched, desiring more, yet wanting something else all the more.