They have a meeting the next day, nothing formal enough to require that they all make it. To be quite honest, they don't even need to be here but Ichigo makes sure that they do. There's a part of Ichigo that finds dark satisfaction in the way Shinji stalls before finally taking his seat, the way he squirms over the pillow. It's drawing eyes, Ichigo knows.

Just as he knows that Kisuke figured it out as soon as Shinji sat down. The scientist had snapped his fan open, calculating eyes watching Shinji subtly trying to keep the pressure of his ass before sending Ichigo an amused look. Ichigo had let himself arch his eyebrow back, a smirk pulling the corner of his lips up.

Shinji, noticing the by-play had hidden his blush with a subtle shift to cover himself with a curtain of blond hair and then glared at his fellow blond. Shinji enjoys being manhandled too much for it to be considered punishment enough and Shinji had been smug about it right up until last night.

He got the manhandling he wanted alright, Ichigo's strong presence, overwhelming, merciless and demanding. But Ichigo knows him too well at this point and Shinji might have gotten more than what he bargained for. He had spent the night bent over his own desk holding on for dear life and sobbing because it was too much and not enough.

And now he's desperate and his ass hurts. He's almost surprised that the cushion he's sitting on hasn't caught on fire by the way his skin is radiating heat. It's too distracting, he's vaguely aware of Soifon talking in the background and Kisuke's eyes on him but most of his attention remains in trying not to squirm.

Not that he's very successful.

The sound of knuckles touching the table in front of him has him turning his eyes on Ichigo, who makes a show of looking over Shinji's posture and then raising his eyebrows. It has Shinji grimacing. The warning hand on his back gets him to rearrange his limbs into perfect seiza.

He shivers, doing his best to ignore the pain on his ass and the shot of pleasure the increase of pressure brings. The plug, that's just cruel. The reminder might be crueler, with the new pressure there's no way he can't forget it. Shinji fists his hands on his clothes in an effort to remain still.

But there's no way he can even try to pay attention now, his mind is firmly grounded on last night. He clenches around the plug involuntarily and the strong hand holding the back of his neck is the only thing that stops him from losing what little control he has left. And yet it also reminds him that he's full of more than just the plug and he's desperate for it.

He hadn't been allowed to come all night. Not once. He loves it as much as he hates it. But he was promised a reward if he manages to behave during the entire meeting and Shinji is determined to do it. He can be good. So he ignores Kisuke's teasing glances and snickers, ignores the curious looks of the other captains and the subtle ways the other vizards scent the air. He knows he's blushing but he ignores that too.

And then finally, finally, the meeting is over. Ichigo walks him all the way to his office. The door closes behind them and Shinji hides his face against Ichigo's neck, shivers when the younger man grabs handfuls of his ass and squeezes.

He gets a kiss on the top of his heads and then: "over the desk, Shinji." And the blond moans, high and needy, entirely uncaring on who might hear. He moves into the same position he had to spend all the previous night in and hears more than sees Ichigo settle down in the chair behind him. There are hands on him and then his pants fall to the floor around his feet. No underwear, Ichigo hadn't allowed it.

"Were you good for me, love?"

Shinji holds on to the edge of the desk, hands closing and opening in sudden nervousness. He feels vulnerable like this, acutely aware of Ichigo's view of his red ass and the plug still keeping him open. He answers anyway.

"Yes, sir."

Ichigo hums behind him, hands spreading Shinji's cheeks apart, fingers prodding at his plugged hole.

"Keep yourself open for me."

As conversational as the tone is, the heavy hollow-tinted power around them makes sure that it can't be mistaken for anything other than an order. So Shinji lets the desk go and reaches with suddenly trembling fingers to replace Ichigo's hands on his ass. For all that they've done together, it makes him turn red.

The plug is slowly pulled out and Shinji is overly aware of how he seems to gape. Ichigo blows cold air on him and the blonde can't help the way his hole tries to tighten around nothing. He doesn't stay empty for long. Ichigo fingerfucks him, slow and steady. Three fingers pressing and rubbing at Shinji's prostate mercilessly.

Shinji trashes, holds so tight that he's sure he's going to have his own nails engraved on his ass. He sobs and begs, flinches away and pushes back into it as best he can. Ichigo doesn't give him an inch. He just jabs and massages Shinji's prostate long after Shinji comes, only stops once Shinji melts into his own desk, too tired to move but still holding himself open as best he can.

"You know," Ichigo says as Shinji listens to the rustle of cloth behind him and pants desperately into the wood, "I think I'm feeling cruel today."

Shinji is too far gone to register what that means to him, he only lets himself be pulled from the desk to Ichigo's lap. He tries to flinch away once he registers Ichigo, warm and heavy and thick, breaching inside him. It's too much, too much and he whines, more than a little overwhelmed. But Ichigo's arms around him keep him still and at the end, all he can do is breathe heavily and take it.

But there's no thrusting, no pounding into him. Ichigo simply settles him there, holds him still and pressed against him and when Shinji makes a small questioning noise, Ichigo chuckles darkly against Shinji's hair.

"Oh no, love. You're just going to sit there, looking all pretty, until I give you permission to move."

Shinji closes his eyes, equal parts despair and anticipation because he knows what that means. He's going to be forced to sit still on Ichigo's cook, there's going to be some occasional thrusting while Ichigo does his own thing. Sooner or later, Shinji's going to grow desperate again, he might even earn himself another spanking. Or another fucking. He doesn't know yet.

And they're in his office.

Shinji could bet that there's no lock on the door and knowing Ichigo when he gets like this, anyone could come in and Ichigo wouldn't make a move, wouldn't allow Shinji to either. He'll keep Shinji where he is, on display, with his legs open, hole stuffed, stomach covered in his own come. Shinji's face burns in embarrassment but there's a flutter of excitement between his legs too.

Author's note: I wasn't going to add to this but then a guest left a review on the first chapter so... Now there's this.

Enjoy the porn.

Hopefully it's good, it's my first sex scene ever finished.