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In Shunsui's case, he was so secure that he actually enjoyed watching you with other men. He got off on seeing their expressions of lust and love and admiration as they worshiped your body — a body that would belong to Shunsui until it turned to dust.

Sometimes a man would come along and foolishly think that he could seduce you into discarding Shunsui. These were Shunsui's favorite, for they would eagerly accept the opportunity to fuck you in front of him — to show him how far his woman had strayed — only to be disappointed when you climbed onto Shunsui's lap at the end of the evening, practically pleading for him, forgetting about the newcomer all together.

Kenpachi was a rare and welcome case. He fully understood his place in the equation of your games, but that did not stop his passion, nor his possessiveness. He never angered at you for your unwavering devotion to your husband, but he would always try to test the pink-kimonoed captain's — and your — boundaries.

Thus, it was not uncommon for the Eleventh Squad Captain to spend his evenings with you and Shunsui. If he didn't know any better, Shunsui would be worried about the arrangement: you giggled at Kenpachi's stupid jokes, stared at him with your big doe-eyes as if your husband weren't right there watching. You'd cook for them and blush at Kenpachi's compliments, and you'd even kiss him goodnight when he finally left. Yes, Kenpachi had certainly become one of your favorites, and his head had only grown bigger because of it. 

But, just because you had found yourself a favorite didn't mean that you were satisfied. Shunsui had married a greedy little thing — and he was nothing if not a good husband, who was so empathetic to your needs that he figured it'd be cruel to not share you with whomever you desired ... so long as he was involved.

This being said, it was still rare for anyone other than a Captain or a noble to be invited to your bedroom. Shunsui had standards for his woman, after all. But tonight you were feeling particularly impish and had practically begged for Shūhei to join, right alongside his precious Captain Mugurama. You'd seen both the Captain and Lieutenant watching you appreciatively on more than one occasion, and even Shunsui had taken note, and enjoyed teasing mentor and mentee, dangling you like a prize before them until he — and you — lost patience and initiated something more than longing glances.

And then, of course, because you were so enamored, you invited Kenpachi. This would be the first time that Kenpachi would have to share "his" woman with someone other than Shunsui. Shunsui smirked at the defiance in Kenpachi's glare toward the Ninth Squad captain and lieutenant.

This would certainly be entertaining.

"Well stop standing around and gawking!" Shunsui teased. "My woman's getting antsy."

You wore nothing but a silk robe tied loosely around your body. Kenpachi approached first, not even sparing the two newcomers a glance as he grabbed your hips roughly and captured your mouth into a bruising kiss. He made quick work with the kimono, grunting in annoyance that you'd worn one in the first place.

Kensei and Shūhei looked out of place, attention torn between the beautiful — and now naked — woman in front of them and the Captain that watched the scene unfold. They'd heard whispers of the ... thriving sex life that the Captain-Commander and now Thirteenth Squad Captains shared, but actually being there to participate was more intimidating than they'd expected. Having Kenpachi practically eating your face like a starved wolf certainly didn't help. 

"Kenpachi, you have to share" Shunsui reprimanded him. "Our guests are being shy. Spread her legs for them to see."

Kenpachi rolled his eyes at the order — as if he'd let the man dictate what he did with you. Instead he continued to ravish what was his, marking your neck possessively and running a finger through your already soaking slit. 

Inspired by Shunsui's direction and, better yet, not one to lie down in the face of a challenge, Kensei stood, his unsure demeanor being replaced with one of urgency. He took long strides toward you, eyes darkening as he watched you lean pathetically into Kenpachi's touch.

Shunsui, who had seen you and Kenpachi go at it too-many times and was uninspired by this tame foreplay, had only been half-hard until Kensei joined the mix. Something about seeing you dwarfed between the two hulking captains — and having a third participant watching in the shadows — began to stir that lustful admiration that he reserved for you and only you. You hadn't taken this many people in at least a century, and he couldn't contain a sly smirk at the thought of how wrecked you would be when this was all over. You'd been particularly bratty about this arrangement for weeks, whining that Shunsui was taking too long to proposition Kensei and Shūhei. He usually didn't join until the very end, but maybe tonight he'd make an exception. After all, it was his duty as a husband to go above and beyond for his woman.

Kensei prowled up behind you, running a hand down your hair, loosened from its typical braids. Without warning he twisted it roughly in his fist and yanked your head back, forcing your eyes to connect. "Didn't know Kyōraku owned such a slutty little pet."

You smiled at his words, happy that you seemed to have read the captain well. You knew Shunsui loved to hear you be both worshipped and degraded; he liked watching other men try to stake a claim on his territory — the rougher the better — because it just went to show that no matter how hard anyone tried, they would not be able to pull you from him. 

"Please," you murmured, gasping as Kenpachi shoved his teasing finger into your soaking hole.

"I don't get how such a cockwhore can be so tight," he hissed, shoving a second finger in to join the first. Just this was enough to stretch you — to make you whimper and lean back onto Kensei's broad chest, who was snaking his free hand around the delicate column of your throat.

"Shūhei, come here," Kensei barked. "I'd be a bad captain if I didn't teach you a few things, yeah?"

The young lieutenant nodded and walked toward the trio, gaze pulled toward your pussy, which was slick and squelching beneath Kenpachi's unforgiving treatment. He'd been fighting the urge to touch himself the moment they arrived, frozen beneath the spiritual pressure of three incredibly horny captains and one generous Commander.

"You ever had a woman suck you off?"

"Yea..."

"How about a slut?"

"Um...."

Shūhei startled when Kenpachi suddenly dragged his fingers out of you and shoved you to the ground. Your knees hit the plush rug in the middle of the room, and Kensei's loose grip on your throat fell away. "No one's filling a hole until I've done it first," he grunted possessively. He released himself from his robes, heavy cock defying gravity as it bounced into an angle just past ninety degrees. 

"Be quick about it then," Kensei rolled his eyes, but didn't bother arguing with the bullheaded man. "You wanna be first in her ass, too?"

"First in everything," Kenpachi repeated. "Open up baby."

You obediently followed orders, opening your mouth and sticking out your pretty pink tongue. Kenpachi tapped the angry, weeping head of his cock onto it a few times before grabbing your head with both hands. "I'll make her throat nice and loose for ya, kid," he didn't even look at Shūhei as he addressed him, too absorbed by the way your lips sealed around him in a tight 'O', and how you gagged faster than usual as he began to slide into your warm, willing mouth.

"Aw, I think she's a little nervous," Kenpachi mocked, but did not relent. Your palms pressed onto his exposed, muscular thighs as he continued to bully himself forward. "She's usually better than this. C'mon, put on a good show for us baby. You're the one who wanted to whore herself out. Gotta live up to the expectation."

A painful gag wracked your body as his tip finally bumped the back of your throat. You were accustomed to him, but Kenpachi was right; the additional three sets of eyes on you, and the calloused fingers of Kensei that had now decided to occupy themselves in your cunt, was a lot to handle. Your gaze found Shunsui's, who was watching lazily. He arched a brow. "Don't look to me for help. I'm just watchin'. Zaraki — stop goin' easy on her."

While his words were cold, his eyes sparkled fondly. You blinked and your attention was forced back to your oral fixation as Kenpachi didn't hesitate to start a rough assault on your throat. Drool began to fall in messy strings, quickly joined by your tears. 

"Stop lookin' at her like she's about to break," Kensei reprimanded his Second, who was watching the encounter with wide eyes. "Come here. Help me prep her ass."

Shūhei nodded, gulping thickly and wincing as he felt another bead of precum run down the head of his aching cock. Kensei was on his knees, trying to shove your legs apart so they could get better access to the tight ring of muscle that was in no way, shape, or form ready for any of their sizes in its current state. 

Still on edge from the powerful company he kept, Shūhei was the first to notice that Shunsui had gotten up from his seat. He now had a bottle in his hands and was strolling up to the four of them as if this were some casual, every-day occurrence. "I admit I've been neglecting my woman in certain areas recently," he uncorked the bottle and let some golden, viscous oil pour into his palm before handing it to Kensei. "Maybe that's why she's been actin' so needy."

"Mm, if she was mine I'd be fuckin' every hole every day," Kensei critiqued, coating his fingers in the liquid before offering some to Shūhei.

"I've been fucking her pretty little pussy for 600 years, now. It never gets old," Shunsui began to your cheeks apart, admiring the impossibly tight hole between them. "Maybe I was doin' all her holes when I was younger, but I'm an old dog now," he nodded toward Kenpachi, "and that one's been hoggin' her mouth all year." You wiggled a little bit as his warm, slicked finger brushed the sensitive muscle of your asshole. "Zaraki, you haven't had her ass yet, right?"

"Nuh-uh," Kenpachi shook his head, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as you began to finally relax your throat. "Too — mmf — too tight. She starts cryin' like a little baby each time I try."

"He's too impatient," Shunsui shook his head disapprovingly. "It really is worth it —  like fuckin' a virgin once you get in there —  it just takes time." He turned to Shūhei. "Wanna do the honors?"

"I don't know how—"

Kensei tutted. "C'mon, Shūhei, you ever fingered a pussy before?"

"Ye—"

"Just treat it the same way. Start with one finger and go from there." Kensei forced even more oil onto his subordinate's fingers. 

"I'll distract her," Shunsui promised with a smirk, lifting himself up to de-robe completely. He returned to them shamelessly naked: all broad muscle, but not cut lean like Kenpachi, and also sporting more body hair than the other three men. His cock stood proud and erect; almost perfectly straight and thick and veiny. It was probably your favorite sight in the world — but you were unable to see past the tears clouding your vision. You were hardly aware of Shunsui's presence, too consumed and focused on pleasing Kenpachi, and on trying to keep your muscles relaxed as Shūhei's lithe, dexterous fingers began to probe gently at your ass. But your husband quickly made himself known as he lifted your hips up, not giving you time to process what was going on until he sat you back down onto his face. You moaned excitedly around Kenpachi's slippery length as Shunsui began to lick and suck at your clit, and as his warm hands gently pulled your ass apart, giving Shūhei better access. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Kenpachi announced through gritted teeth. He gave you a toothy grin. "But you know me. I ain't done witchya yet."

Shunsui moved his face to the side a little bit — both to breathe and to try to tell Kenpachi what to do: ever the Captain, even here. "Make her eat it Zaraki," he grunted. "She was so excited for this she didn't wanna eat, little brat. I bet she's nice n' hungry."

Kenpachi scoffed and, just like every other order that the veteran Commander had barked at him that night, he ignored it. Instead he pulled out and aimed for your face, eyes scrunched shut and breathing heavily as he released thick, hot ropes of cum onto you. 

"You almost covered her entire face," Kensei laughed, pushing his thumb into your mouth and pressing down to open your jaw. He inspected you for a few seconds — at how narrow your jaw was ... and thinking about how much it probably hurt after being stuffed so tight for so long. "Alright, you had your turn," he mumbled, standing up and rolling his neck. "Time to test this mouth out for myself."

And just like that, Kensei stripped bare just as Shunsui had. He was clean shaven almost everywhere, his body almost a cross between Shunsui and Kenpachi's: broader than Kenpachi's corded physique, but with sharper edges than Shunsui. His cock was the shortest (though that didn't mean much, considering Kenpachi and Shunsui were both pushing close to ten inches, if not more), yet the thickest of them all. He almost felt bad for you as you winced with discomfort upon hinging your jaw open even further. Unlike Kenpachi, you could not close your mouth around him as tightly as you would have liked: you just had to let him stuff himself into you as you tried to compensate by swirling your tongue along his tip and down his velvety shaft. While he spent a little bit of time in your throat, he seemed to be happier with the feeling of your tongue and with running his head along the insides of your cheeks, watching as your flesh formed around the shape of his cock. 

Shūhei had managed to slip one finger in, and was working on a second. You could feel Kenpachi's hand palming your breasts and flicking a finger over a dusty nipple, and could hear the sound of his hand moving along his spit-slicked shaft. 

Shunsui's attention to your weeping cunt was getting to be too much, and you let out a breathy moan as he brought you to orgasm on his tongue. He lapped at your juices for a few seconds before rolling out from underneath, one hand jerking himself off slowly while the other collected your release onto his fingers. "Still only one finger?" He asked Shūhei dissaprovingly. "She'll complain, but she can take it. She's never tapped out of anything — ever. And I've put her through way worse."

Shūhei wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know what 'worse' was, but he shuffled out of the way to let the Commander get better access as he said: "Here. Let me show you how rough my darling slutwife likes it." 

As he predicted, you let out a whine of protest as Shunsui pushed two of his thick, large fingers deep into your ass. You leaned back to get Kensei out of your mouth to say: "Ow! Baby, that hurt."

"Oh, boo hoo," Shunsui fake pouted. "Finger her pussy, Shūhei, and Kensei — don't let her bratty mouth be used for anything other than sucking us off. She wanted this so bad, so she's gonna —" he pushed a third finger in, smiling triumphantly at your muffled yelp. "—she's gonna take it for as long and as hard as we want it."

With Shunsui's help, your ass was prepped in only a few minutes. It was sore, and you weren't convinced that it could take someone as girthy as Kensei, but it seemed like Kenpachi was eager to test out Shunsui's progress as he pushed himself back into the action, dick recovered and ready to go again.

"Since you're the man of the house or whatever," Kenpachi huffed, "you can fuck her cunt while I take her ass, Kyōraku. I don't think I'll get to that hole tonight ... wanna cum in my whore's ass."

"How nice of you Zaraki," Shunsui snorted. "You should act a little more grateful, y'know, seeing that I am letting you cum in my whore's ass."

"Would you two shut the hell up—" Kensei started to laugh a little, but his face snapped into something serious as his breathing grew heavier. "Shit, keep your mouth open. I'm gonna —" he groaned. "Try to catch it!" he ordered, throwing his head back into a laugh as you tried to wipe Kenpachi's drying cum out of your eyes quick enough to find where Kensei's first spurt was arcing through the air. But, you missed, and it landed with a pathetic splat on the crown of your head. You could feel its gooey texture sink into your scalp, and then more joined it: Kensei had now fully committed to cumming into your pretty, perfumed hair, finding yet another way to demean you. 

You had no time to recover as Kenpachi lifted you up from your knees. Shunsui had to catch you as you tumbled on your numb limbs. "So cockdrunk she can't walk," he rubbed your cheek lovingly, smearing some of Kenpachi's cum beneath it, and then dipping his thumb into your mouth so you could clean it off. "You doin' alright?"

In the moment of softness you smiled sweetly and nodded. You went in for a kiss but Kenpachi was pulling you away, guiding you to the bed.

"Alright, is the kid just gonna stare or what?" He asked gruffly, eyes narrowing at Shūhei. "You have a beautiful woman offering her body up, and you've barely touched it."

"And here I thought you wouldn't be good at sharing," Shunsui teased. "But he's right, Shūhei. You gotta do something or she might start gettin' offended. She was the most excited about you, y'know."

Shūhei's eyes widened a little, and his cheeks turned pink upon your gentle, encouraging smile. Shunsui patted him on the back. "You take her pussy," he coaxed. "I'll just watch for a bit." 

"But isn't Captain Zaraki—" 

"She likes being filled to the brim," Kenpachi interrupted. "I'll take her ass, you take her cunt." In a rare display of tenderness, Kenpachi brushed your hair over your shoulder, glancing down at the gooey mess on the top of your head in disgust and giving Kensei a hard glare before he sat down on the edge of your marital bed. 

Shunsui only ever liked sharing you in the bedroom: that way, every inch of the space would remind the others whose you were, and who would remain at your side after their balls emptied. 

"Alright," Kenpachi spoke quietly, just for you to hear. "Fuck, can't believe I've never fucked you here. I ... let me know if it's too much." 

Shunsui rolled his eyes. Great: now your second-favorite captain was sweet talking you in bed and looking at you with starry eyes. He wondered — not for the first time — if Kenpachi genuinely had feelings for you.

You nodded hesitantly and sucked in a breath of air as you felt his leaking tip prod your entrance. You tried to relax your body as best as you could, eyes drawn to Shunsui, who was standing back to watch and stroking himself to the view. He winked at you, and it had the same effect it did all those centuries ago. Butterflies swarmed your stomach, and your cheeks flushed darker beneath his steady gaze. 

As Kenpachi pressed his length deeper into you, you let out a ragged moan, the mixture of pain and pleasure making your head go fuzzy as he filled every nook and cranny. Tears slid down your messy face as he kept going and going and going, cock seemingly never ending. 

"Almost there sweetheart," he grunted, running his hands up your ribcage and then cupping your breasts, rolling your nipples in an attempt to distract you. You watched Kensei whisper something to Shunsui with hooded eyes, but you couldn't hear it — couldn't focus on anything but the stretch of your ass and the overwhelmingly full sensation as his cock crowded your abdomen. 

Once you were fully seated, Kenpachi snapped for Shūhei to walk over. "Alright. Do I gotta show you where to stick it?"

"No." Shūhei rolled his eyes, scratching the back of his neck and taking a look back at Kensei, as if to ask for permission to touch. You felt kinda bad for him, realizing that this was probably both a wet dream yet also a nightmare for the young man. You reached out for his face, grabbing his sharp jaw in your small, soft hand. 

"Ignore them, Shūhei," you murmured distantly. "You're here for me, not them. You want me, don't you?" The realization that he might not actually want to do this suddenly dawned on you, and you frowned guiltily. "And if you don't wanna be here, please don't feel like you need to—"

"No! That's not it." His eyes widened, alarmed, and he suddenly seemed to be broken out of his insecure spell at the prospect of this opportunity slipping through his fingers. 

"Aw, you made her feel  bad," Shunsui chastised from the sidelines. Gaining confidence, Shūhei tossed a middle finger over his shoulder as he shrugged off his clothing. 

He was the most slender of them all, though it still looked like he was carved out of the smoothest, prettiest marble. His cock was long — almost the length of Kenpachi's — but thinner, and slightly curved. The head was flushed pink, pearly beads of precum already smeared across it without it having been touched. 

Kenpachi let out a snort of approval and shifted you a bit so your hips were angled higher up. Shūhei finally approached with some semblance of authority, remembering that he was a lieutenant, goddamnit, and not some snot-nosed kid. He ran his pretty tip up and down your neglected pussy, which had yet to be entered.

"Lift her legs," Kenpachi grunted, placing his hands beneath your pillowy thighs. "And start fucking her. I can't sit still any longer."

Shūhei nodded and did as instructed. He ran gentle hands from your ankles and calves to where Kenpachi's grip was, and he took over for the man as he sheathed himself inside of you at the same time. Between your own slick, the orgasm that Shunsui gave you, and the oil that had been used to lubricate your ass, Shūhei was able to sink himself to the hilt relatively easily, letting out a low moan as your gushy walls clamped around him. He could feel where your muscle tightened around Kenpachi on your other side and involuntarily shivered at the sensation.

"Alright, shit, finally," Kenpachi huffed, rocking his hips back as best as he could in this seated position before thrusting upward. You cried out  — so full  — but the pair gave you little time to acclimate as they began to ravish you from both ends. 

Your head fell back onto Kenpachi's shoulder as he drilled into you, and Shūhei was rubbing mean, rough circles around your clit. You heard footsteps approach: Shunsui and Kensei stood on either side of you, now; Kensei was hardening for a second round, eyes glued to the little bulge that was moving up and down in your abdomen. 

"Fuck,  Kyōraku ... can she take two?" He asked, making Shūhei jump a little bit when he started prodding a finger inside of your cunt, right up against his cock. 

"She can," Shunsui proudly stated. "Two hundred years ago she managed to take two in the ass if you can believe it ... but it might take some time for her to get back to that."

"I'll help her practice," Kenpachi panted, his grip tightening on your breasts to an almost painful degree. "Fuck I didn't think I could love anything more than her pussy, but her ass — every hole on this bitch is a goddamn cocksleeve!"

It seemed that his good manners from earlier were short-lived. Shunsui nodded in agreement as he walked up to you, taking one of your hands that had fallen limply to the side. "Don't go quittin' on us now," he pressed a kiss to her palm. "You all dumbed out already, darlin'?"

You whimpered affirmatively, fingers curling around his for comfort — but he replaced his hand with his cock, instead, which felt as if it had been slicked by the same oil shoved into her ass. "I wanna cum in your pretty mouth," he cooed, "as soon as these three are done with you."

"O-Ok," you panted, brain too foggy to really process anything he was saying. "I-I'm gonna—" you let out the most wanton, needy, high-pitched moan as Kensei replaced his fingers with the head of his cock and started to slowly push in next to Shūhei. Stars danced in your vision and Shunsui had to place his hand over yours to guide it along his cock, as your limbs had gone limp from pleasure.

"Get ready," Shunsui warned the Captain and his Lieutenant. "She only sounds like that when she's about to—" his warning was too late as you came, squirting your release onto the two men in front of you. Kensei was completely unphased as he grinned wickedly and only began to increase his pace. Shūhei looked at you in awe as his hips stuttered suddenly, and his eyes widened when he realized that he hadn't pulled out, and was coating your walls with his seed.

"Don't worry 'bout it," Shunsui said knowingly, watching the post-nut panic set it on the younger man's face. "She loves being stuffed fulla cum, right darlin'?"

You nodded dumbly. Encouraged by this,  Shūhei took a few more strokes before he became too sensitive, and he pulled out, a shiver attacking his spine. 

"Man," he ran a hand through his silky, black hair. "She's perfect."

"Mhmm," Shunsui agreed. "Mind if I join ya, Kensei?"

Kensei was off in his own world as he drilled into you, chasing his own release. Kenpachi was getting close, too; you could feel his strokes becoming uneven, and he was biting into your shoulder as if to ground him through his orgasm. Shunsui swatted Kenpachi's hands away so he could palm your breasts, peppering sloppy kisses over them as he shuffled into position next to Kensei. 

Shunsui was a fair bit thicker than Shūhei, meaning that upon his entry both Kenpachi and Kensei felt a greater squeeze. Kenpachi let out a string of curses as he came violently, clawing at your hips and practically growling into the mouthful of flesh that he'd clamped down on. Kensei came soon after, but instead of inside he pulled out and sprayed himself across your thighs.

"He's makin' ya so messy," Shunsui commented, amused. "You like it?"

You sniffled, eyes puffy from crying and stinging from the cum that had mixed with the tears. Kenpachi felt like he was in a different plane of existence as he scooted out from under you, and you felt his cum rush from your stretched asshole once he left. 

"Shh, I gotcha," Shunsui murmured, lifting you onto his cock and then twisting around so he was the one sitting, and all you had to do was sit on his lap. "Mm, you did so good, pretty. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sunny," you murmur sleepily, using the centuries-old nickname you'd given him way back when, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. 

"She's not gonna thank us?" Kensei half-joked, grabbing his robes. 

"When she's all fucked out like this, she's not gonna talk to us," Kenpachi explained, having seen you in this state before. Sometimes he really was delusional enough to think that you might feel the same way about him ... until he saw you in these unguarded moments, where the only people in the world seemed to be you and Shunsui.

"They're just gonna keep fucking? Not say goodbye?"

"Nope," Kenpachi shrugged on his Haori over his bare torso. "And he doesn't mind sharing, but when they get to this point, it's best not to stay around too long."

You felt Shunsui's fingers tighten around the flesh of your ass as he just let you cuddle him. Despite having been stretched over three formidable cocks at once, his still filled you up completely as you just sat there, pussy drooling into his lap. "Alright you three, time's up," he called out over your trembling form. "Get out."

Unlike the casual tone he'd adopted the entire evening, his words were now clipped and measured. The other men didn't have to be told twice: they let themselves out, satisfied and spent. 

At some point Shunsui laid you on your back, whispering sweet nothings and kissing your neck and your chest and your breasts. He rubbed soothing circles up your thighs, and he listened to you when you told him that you were too sensitive to be eaten out again. 

"Can you open up for me?" He asked softly, tracing your lips with his finger. You nodded, unable to stop your small smile as his familiar scent filled your nostrils. The salty, bitter taste of him was one you'd grown to love, and you sighed contentedly as he ran the slit of his tip back and forth along your tongue, staring down at you with adoration. 

"How's your throat?"

Too exhausted to use words, you simply opened your mouth wider, showing him that you'd be okay if this is how he wanted to finish. He smiled and pressed a firm kiss to your temple before guiding his cock back into your mouth, watching your lips stretch to accommodate him. He slid down into your throat easily enough, and sweet-talked you through it as you got all teary again, sniffling and gagging occasionally, though with him you could fully relax, and your throat wasn't fighting back all too hard.

His strokes were slow and languid. You lost track of how long it had been until you felt him twitch a couple of times, and he moaned your name lowly as he rode out his release, hot bursts of his cum filling your throat.

"Swallow for me," he gently demanded, keeping his tip between your lips, and hissing as they tightened around him to swallow. "You did so good," he breathed, instantly capturing your mouth into a loving kiss. "I'll start us a bath."