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Ichigo was feeling decidedly drowsy and relaxed, basking in the late noon sunlight streaming through the open sliding doors. It was a balmy summer day, the sky a bright blue and the enclosed garden outside teeming with life.
“Maa, Ichigo, you're not falling asleep on me, are you?”
Ichigo hummed, feeling too lazy to respond verbally. To be honest he had been about to drift off. When Shunsui had told him the less strenuous positions for Kinbaku could get the one being bound in an almost meditative state he hadn't been kidding. All Ichigo had had to do so far was lay on a futon and let the older Shinigami tie an intricate rope harness around him and roll over when Shunsui said so. By now the decorative harness covered most of his arms, stomach thighs, ankles, and back, and currently Shunsui was almost done working his way up around his neck, the soft ropes neither too tight nor to loose around his throat.
Above him Shunsui chuckled, running a large hand over the knots to check they were still comfortable, lightly teasing the bare skin in between. It had almost been two hours since he had started tying the young Visored up, but Ichigo had to admit he liked the slow process and the gentle attention. Shunsui was really good at making him feel at ease. “Ichi-kun, you need to sit up now. I'm gonna do the gag.”
Ichigo grumbled a little as he was forced to move. Even though his limbs weren't restrained yet, the colored ropes were pretty restrictive. Which was of course the entire point, but did mean he needed a little help because some areas were too stiff for him to move as freely as he needed, in particular around his waist.
Shunsui smiled when he pulled him upright, letting Ichigo lean against his shoulder as the teen arranged his legs in a comfortable position. “Still okay, Ichigo?”
Ichigo nodded as he flexed his arms as well as he could. When his muscles were lax the ropes were simply snug, but the moment he tensed his muscles they became tight, really impeding his movements. “Yeah.” For a moment he studied the woven patterns on his body, finally in the position to get a good look. Loops, braids, woven plaits, patterns he'd previously only associated with hanamusubi and those Chinese decorative knots- all added up to to the harness looking like a particularly intricate piece of macramé in contrasting colors. “You work fast.”
The older Shinigami hummed as he carefully tied a thin cloth around Ichigo's head so his hair wouldn't get caught in the knots later. “The joy of experience, my dear Ichi. Juu-chan enjoys Kinbaku-bi very much and over the course of the years I've tied him up all pretty like you now too many times to count.” A cheerful, reminiscent smile. “And he me, of course.”
Ichigo thought about it, not really surprised to find he could very easily imagine that. At their age he could understand Kinbaku's artistic sensuality being attractive. Hey, he himself was enjoying the experience so far, and though he might not be what you'd call a connoisseur, he found the relaxed atmosphere Shunsui had created quite pleasant.
The older Shinigami gave him an appreciative once-over, eyes roving over the patterns he had created around Ichigo's bare body. By now Ichigo was quite used to getting looks like that from the two captains. Still, the composed heat in that ancient gaze still made him absurdly aware of his own body every time. The teen couldn't quite suppress an anticipatory shiver.
“Hmm, Juu-chan was right. Red and black look good on you.”
Leaning in close, Shunsui gently pulled Ichigo more fully against him, the fabric of his uniform an almost startling contrast to the light touches and the pressure of knots and rope from before. Ichigo's breath hitched a little as one strong thigh slipped between his legs, making him partially straddle the older Shinigami. There was something incredibly erotic about being naked with only ropes to cover him, while the older Shinigami was still entirely dressed, only his hat being absent.
One of the captain's large hands guided him into a kiss by cradling the back of his head, while the other slipped low upon his hip, the tips of the callused fingers resting on his behind, radiating heat. It was sexual without being overly arousing, the kiss a languid tangle of slick muscles as Shunsui wasted no time claiming his mouth.
They stayed like that for a while, simply kissing and enjoying the feel of the other's body against their own. A small, still dazed part of Ichigo acknowledged that both captains had probably ruined him for anyone else, the way they took kissing to an art form. He made a small noise of protest when Shunsui finally pulled away, making the older man chuckle lightly.
“Later, Ichigo-kun. I promise. But Juushirou will be back in an hour or so and I need to finish preparing you, remember?”
Ichigo nodded reluctantly, not really eager to wait much longer. The calm sensuality was nice, but by now he was starting to crave a bit more intense attention, especially when the man was teasing him like that.
Shunsui smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, before picking up the parts of the gag he had already prepared. “Don't worry, Ichi. You'll get to play soon.”
Ichigo nodded again and allowed the captain to place a soft cloth ball in his mouth, too big to accidentally swallow but small enough to fit comfortably. In mere minutes Shunsui had tied the knotted pieces of the gag over his mouth and around his head, securing it with the loops left where the harness around his neck met his jaw. The decorative knots covered the lower half of his face, just beneath his nose to allow for free breathing, looking a pretty much like a skintight, very high collar, especially when Shunsui pulled the cloth protecting his hair away.
“Still comfortable?”
Ichigo hummed, the sound muffled by the ball in his mouth. With the way the knots covered his jaw and neck it became a bit harder to properly nod, leaving his head mostly immobile. Instead he gave the older man a smile, the curl of his lips still visible beneath the knots.
Shunsui kissed his forehead. “Good.”
The older Shinigami guided him in a kneeling position right in the middle of the futon, legs folded beneath him in a position that approached seiza, but was more comfortable because it was less likely to cut off the blood flow. Picking one of the remaining black ropes he guided Ichigo's arms behind his back so that each hand rested upon the elbow of the opposite arm. With the ease born of centuries of practice he threaded the rope through the loops he'd left in the harness on his arms and on his back, weaving it into a complicated pattern that locked Ichigo's arms securely in place, even going so far to include Ichigo's fingers in the binding, looping the rope around them and forcing them to fully cradle his elbows.
It was a good thing that Ichigo was relatively flexible, otherwise the strain on his shoulders would have been too uncomfortable to deal with for more than a couple of minutes. As it was, the position forced Ichigo to push his chest out a bit but did no more than cause a slight burning in his arms. The Visored gave an experimental tug and found that the bindings left him very little leeway, plastering his arms against his back as they were thorougly tied to the harness around his chest.
Shunsui took a few moments to make sure the binding wouldn't become uncomfortable in the long run. Ichigo could feel him pull on the knots and run his fingers across them before the old Shinigami nodded, apparently satisfied.
The lengths of rope that remained Shunsui guided through the loops on Ichigo's wrists and the loops left in the patterns on his thighs and ankles, connecting and tightening the bindings before securing them, making it impossible for Ichigo to leave the kneeling position. All the teen was capable of at this point was trashing around till he toppled to the side, which wouldn't get him anywhere.
The captain ran one last check to make sure the bindings were comfortably snug before he stepped back to admire his work.
“My, Ichigo, you look positively delicious like this,” Shunsui remarked, his voice just a bit lower, betraying the attraction he felt towards the tied up teen. “I'm a bit jealous of Juushirou. But then again, it's his birthday so I guess I can suck up for now.”
Ichigo reddened a bit as he remembered what they had planned. And that Shunsui wasn't done yet.
Judging from the older man's smile, he remembered too.
Ichigo shifted, just slightly nervous as the larger man settled behind him, pulling a small traditional tea table over. Only this time it didn't have a tea set on top.
A warm breath ghosted over his ear as Shunsui embraced him from behind, sending a small shiver down Ichigo's spine. The Visored's breath hitched as the Shinigami's hands slid low, grasping his manhood, the gentle touches rapidly making it harden. Shunsui chuckled softly in his ear, effortlessly teasing out his full arousal. A piece of rope – thinner and more silky than the others, which was nice, considering where it was going to be – Ichigo hadn't noticed until then was quickly yet securely tied around his base and balls, making him groan in disappointment at being denied release.
Another chuckle. “Soon, Ichi, soon. Just a bit more patience.”
Ichigo just closed his eyes, knowing Shunsui wouldn't give him anything, wanting their gift to the white-haired captain to be perfect. The sound of a jar being opened got him to watch the captain's actions again, peering from beneath his lashes as he resigned himself to whatever Shunsui had in store for him. With the way he was tied up there wouldn't be anything he could do against it anyway.
Seeing the slick gel glisten on the Shinigami's fingers, Ichigo moaned, eyes widening in mild trepidation, having forgotten that bit of the surprise.
A gentle hand on his back made him lean forwards as far as the bindings allowed, a whimper escaping him when he felt a warm wetness against his opening.
“Relax for me, Ichigo,” Shunsui murmured, teasing the sensitive skin between Ichigo's cheeks before pushing the first finger inside, gently sliding in and out while the teen adjusted to the invasion.
Ichigo moaned as the older Shinigami slowly opened him up, sliding more fingers into him to spread his hole wider, squirming a little as they brushed against his sweet spot.
“Spirits, the sounds you make,” Shunsui groaned, working more and more of the slippery lubricant into him. “Juu-chan'd better appreciate my restraint.”
Ichigo let out a muffled whine when Shunsui removed his fingers to pick up something else.
“Almost done, Ichigo. You're doing wonderful,” the captain reassured, planting a soft kiss on his shoulder. Then he pressed something cool and rounded against Ichigo's opening, slowly stretching the ring of muscles wide as he pushed the first of several elongated beads inside. It slid in, settling just behind Ichigo's opening, making him moan deeply. Ichigo shivered with arousal as he could feel the string connecting the beads dangle out of his passage when Shunsui played with it a little.
“Still good, Ichigo?” he inquired just a bit breathlessly as he readied the next bead, pressing it against the teen's hole.
Ichigo groaned his approval as that one too was pushed inside him, this bead being quite a bit wider than the previous one. Then, in rapid sequence, Shunsui forced him to accommodate three more beads, each almost two inches wide, making Ichigo's opening burn a bit from the strained stretch. The Visored whimpered, shifting to accommodate the increasing pressure inside him, hole fluttering from the intrusions.
For a moment the fingers returned, adding more lubricant, pushing the beads deeper inside as Shunsui worked a good amount of the slippery gel into him. Ichigo shivered and yelped in protest as the last beads were pushed inside, bringing the tally up to nine. Nine big beads filling his hole, each heavy within him. Just for good measure Shunsui pushed them a bit deeper so they rested comfortably behind his sphincter, only the end of the string hanging out of his opening.
“Ready, Ichi?” Shunsui breathed in his ear, one hand still playing with the stuffed hole while the other gave his length a few teasing strokes. Ichigo breathed in deeply before giving a shallow nod.
He almost screamed when the older Shinigami activated the beads, making them vibrate inside him. Oh god, one was lodged directly against his prostrate. He was going to go insane before Juushirou came! Already he could feel himself slip into that state of mind that shattered all his inhibitions, leaving only a needy, begging mess that would do anything for the captains without a second thought. Being helpless and aroused did that to him, much to the delight of his older lovers.
“Hush, hush, Ichigo,” Shunsui soothed, running his fingers through the Visored's hair, peppering his face and shoulders with gentle kisses to ease the transition to full sexual arousal. “Juu will be home in fifteen minutes tops. Just hold on until then, okay?”
Ichigo moaned pitifully before giving another barely-there nod, slumping in his bonds, the tightly fitting harness keeping him mostly upright.
“Good,” Shunsui said, sounding oddly proud. He arranged a couple of things on the low table, placing a green cloth over the items upon it, before picking up a black length of cloth and tying it over Ichigo's eyes, blindfolding him. As a finishing touch Ichigo heard him take off the pink kimono, which he then draped around Ichigo so it covered him from head to toe like a hooded cloak, hiding the details of their surprise.
Then Shunsui made himself scarce, leaving Ichigo behind, bound and in desperate need for release, to wait for Juushirou's arrival.