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Wire Cloth - Adult era

Somno...

Well. pseudo-somno. But Still.

Kenpachi hears Unohana behind him saying she's had a long, troublesome day and is going to bed.

He just waves over his shoulder. She Had seemed far more tired than usual. Maybe she does need some rest...

"Goodness, you're not going to tell your beloved sister goodnight properly?"

He starts turning. "Nah. But, I'll tell my STEP sister that she's a pain in the--" That sentence dies in his throat because she's leaning against the doorway to her room and wearing something So pretty and So short and parted So far open that he can just see the edges of her areolas.

He hasn't seen her scar since they were teenagers, but the edges are just as he remembers. Puckered and deep and faded to a soft pink, while the silken center remains darker.

She smiles. "Try not to make too much noise, understand? I'll be very cross if you wake me up." then she slips into her room, leaving the door open.

He waits. for a bit. just a bit. Long eough for her to maybe, plausibly, fall asleep. and slips in after her.

She's lying on her stomach, face mostly pressed to her pillow and hair braided down her back. Her robe has been discarded besides her futon. There's a box of condoms on top of it.

Its easy to lift the covers and slip inside her. She'd used that time he waited to make herself nice and wet.

what's hard is controlling his pace. muffling the sound of his heavy breathing. Where's the fun in being silent?

I'll be very cross if you wake me up, she'd said.

THAT sounded far more fun.

Nothing. She remains as still as the grave, like she's dead asleep.

So he leans down and starts whispering in her ear, all sweet and soft. "Onee-san. Wake up, Onee-san."

He kisses her back. he keep calling her, putting more and more of a whine in his voice. But nothing. Just her soft, even breathing, as though this is nothing to her.

He keeps fucking her until he finishes--silently, gritting his teeth. forehead pressed to her back-- then pulls out to lick her until he feels the slight spasm around his tongue.

She makes no mention of last night, besides thanking him for...letting her sleep.

He leaves for his own room. She'd have been "cross" if he woke her up, but absolutely fucking pissed off if he tried to spend the night in her bed.

the next morning, she pops out of her room in a normal, thick, floor length robe, looking relaxed and rested.

His eyebags are a little worse than usual.

NOTE: this isnt the first time theyve had sex. i dont know the circumstances of that yet.....

From then on, he takes her open door and the box of condoms as a standing invitation.