#[hes very intimidated by shunsui and that turns him on lol]

[omoikokoro]

Wet Dream: A Captain's meeting. It seems entirely normal. Discussions about recent changes in the soul society. A disturbance in a sector of the world of the living. A few assignments in need of addressing that went over budget the last month. It seems like a perfectly normal meeting. Except for the fact that Kira is being fucked by Shunsui the entire time, seemingly ignored by everyone else in the room. Acknowledged only by the man giving it to him while dealing with such a mundane meeting.

2 + 4. Confused/Uncomfortably (very) aroused

— It seemed too real, like he could touch the smooth surface of the table he was bent over, like he’ll truly find bruises on his protruding hipbones from bumping into the side of it when he loosens his yukata upon waking. He knows the lazy lilt of their captain-commander’s voice well enough to feel like everything he’s heard is true, all the mundane matters discussed, the minute changes in Kyouraku-soutaichou’s voice from thrusting into him almost casually. Izuru is mortified to hear himself keening in front of all these familiar faces during a particularly deep thrust, despite the fact they seem not to notice him at all. 

      When the climax came that had him catch his breath, spent and sweaty atop the conference-table, left bare without comment by the head-commander, who’d sat back down and continued the meeting without a hitch, wakefulness is a confusing follow-up.

      He is indeed sweaty, but checking his body for bruises and fingerprints yields no results. Truly a dream. then. From the depths of his lewd mind, he supposes. Kyouraku-soutaichou is attractive, sure… But he didn’t think he’d ever have such a dream about him. Yet…. Here we are, he thinks, staring at the ceiling with a slight flutter in his belly. 

      How will his own hands ever top that? Probably impossible, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try…