#Tobacco and Temptation - Benn x Ikkaku

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@waxgentleman asked: “ The worst? ” He sips on tea. “ Didn't you send a photo in your birthday suit to a certain vice captain, oooone of these days, ga ne. ” Snickering while covering his mouth. “ Accidently, Fu ha HA ha Ha! ” FLUSTER👏MY👏MUSE👏👏(Always Accepting)

Ikkaku choked on her tea at the mention of her very accidental nude photo faux pas with Benn. She had really, really hoped that Mr. 3 would have forgotten about that, or at least would offer her the dignity of never mentioning it again, but it seemed she'd given him too much credit.

"It WAS accidental!" she insisted, face turning bright red. "I meant to send him an underwear pic! I had a cute new bra and panty set! The tasteful nude was supposed to be given to him later!"

At least Benn had been a good sport about it. She'd even gotten a nice picture back (from Shanks, admittedly, but it was of Benn so it counted, even if his pants were still on). Still, it was a moment Ikkaku would gladly erase from existence if she could.

Sadly, she didn't have such a power, so she'd have to settle for getting payback on a certain butler someday. Oh, revenge would be sweet indeed...

[ikkaku-of-heart]

The shift in his expression had liquid fire rushing through her veins to pool between her legs. Ikkaku couldn't deny it - there was something deeply arousing and satisfying knowing she had captured the attention of Benn Beckman. To have incited lust from a mature, experienced man who knew how to seduce and tease and make her feel like she'd earned his attention rather than him just being another guy chasing after a nice pair of tits like a drooling mongrel.

It made her feel sexy and powerful and she was now more determined than ever to win this game so she could get what she wanted.

Benn was at his limit by her estimation, and the very thought thrilled her. When he pulled the tea back, she gladly leaned in, eager for the excuse to indulge in the continued physical contact. The sensation of his breath against her throat sent tingles down her spine and she hoped he'd leave a nice mark on it she could admire later. Her breasts pressed against him as she leaned in, and she briefly fantasized about how it would feel without the thick material of her boiler suit in the way. She was grateful for the support of his hand on her back, though it was still too chaste for her. Hopefully, he'd snap soon and lower that hand toward her ass. Ikkaku did so love the feeling of a big, strong hand grabbing and leaving its mark on her pert rear.

"What are you denying me? Why, satisfaction, of course," she purred, lips brushing against the chiseled line of his jaw. "You're keeping me from enjoying something hot and steamy. These past few months, I've been feeling pent up. Keep getting pursued by boys who barely even manage to scratch that itch I've got. So I've been craving something that'll fill me up and leave me breathless. I heard this tea's supposed to have some, ah, aphrodisiac properties to it. I was hoping it and a good, smutty novel could ease the tension I've been feeling."

Ikkaku continued to grip the tin, though it was mostly so she wouldn't give in to temptation before he did. Because oh, she wanted him to show her what she'd been missing with those boys. Her free hand had already started to roam, trailing along his spine before fisting the back of his shirt, bracing herself. Smiling mischievously, her mouth trailed up to Benn's ear, teeth nipping the shell as she murmured, "So, you gonna give me that tea? Or are you gonna make me beg for a taste of something else?"

He could tell his flexing against her hand did what he wanted. This game was one of his favorites to play with any of his partners: seeing just how long they could go before losing any sense of control and dignity. It wasn't often that Benn found himself losing such a game, but it had happened before.

And as she wrapped her legs around him, he could see it happening again. Her hands on his wrist sent ice through his skin and fire through his core - he was coming undone with anticipation. There was no need to hide it, his gaze losing their stoic, calculating nature and being replaced with lust and desire. He wanted her to see her effect on him, and it was not an uncalculated move. Showing her what she was doing to him, perhaps she'd lose patience before he did. He was letting her know that for this moment, she was winning this battle of wills.

As she gripped the tea he pulled it back behind his shoulder. In order to keep her grip on it, she'd have to lean into him. She'd have to expose the flesh of her neck, she'd have to hover far closer to him than they'd been before.

His other hand was gripping her, supporting her as she was wrapped around him. He had no doubt she was secure in her grip on him, but he also wanted her to know that even if she weren't he wasn't going to let her fall. Long, strong fingers were spread on her lower back, pressing her into him, not low enough for him to grip her ass but close enough to be unbearably tempting. He wasn't holding back out of any sense of chivalry or nobility - at this point it was fairly clear she'd be welcoming of advances of that sort. But he wanted to hear her desires. "Tell me, what am I denying you?" He pulled the tea back just a little farther, he wanted more of her weight on his body.