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When; December 3rd, Evening
Rating; Pg-13 to R, since you never know if heated words will be exchanged.
Characters; Aizen (good_and_proper) and Matsumoto(10thdiv_haineko)
Summary; Since hell has frozen over and the pigs are excellent flyers, Matsumoto and Aizen are having dinner out.
Log;
The man certainly knew taste. He has chosen a fine Italian restaurant in a secluded area of downtown. Small and private, but with a fine decor and high quality service. Busy waiters bussed back and forth amid the tasteful lighting and soft violin music.

Aizen was already sitting at his table in civilian clothes. He checked his watch, tapping his finger on the table cloth.

"She has ten minutes to arrive, then I leave," he said, incessantly rapping his foot against the floor. He so hated waiting for others.

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The wet smack of moist skin against skin could be heard if anyone were passing by. It was very lucky for them that it was so late at night.

He continued to lock his lips against hers, kissing almost hard enough to bruise. The more of her he took, the more he wanted. His hands went around her waist, holding her fast as they fucked. He groaned with every thrust, feeling the slick, muscular tube gripping his shaft.

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Her groans rose to merge with his, nails digging in as the thrusts grew harder. Though human for the night, she still loved it a little rough, so her lips pulled away from his with a gasp, head tipping back as she growled softly, "harder... fuck..."

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He automatically complied, slamming his hips roughly against hers. He viciously stroked her clit between two fingers, racing toward his own orgasm. He moved his head to the side of hers, breathing hard against her cheek and nipping her earlobe. He pinched and tugged at her large nipples, teasing them.

"Ah..gon'...."

His hips began to move even faster, his deepening thrusts causing the head of his prick to repeatedly bang against her back walls.

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Her control was something of legend in Seireitei, but here, reduced in power to a mere human, it was severly lacking. Her voice rose, shuddering for a moment, then dropped to a low moan as her body convulsed under his. Scalding heat washed over her as she stiffened, muscles clamping down on the thick flesh inside her, her nails sinking fully into the sweat slick skin under them.

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Aizen hissed in both pain and pleasure, his body locking up against hers. As the feeling of her tight body milking him shattered his concentration, he curled his fingers in her hair and gave several deep grunts, releasing his seed in the deepest part of her.

He collapsed with exhaustion and left out a loud puff of air, his head pillowed on her chest.

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Sated and sleepy, her hands slid into his hair, carding through the strands. "... 's good. Ver' good."

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Aizen was too exhausted to even speak at this point. He had a few minor neurons fire in his head as his tiredness caught up with him.

"Sex...Matsumoto...pleasure...wrong?...confused...think later...sleep now..."

Within moments, he was completely unconscious.