[Log] Completed

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When; July 10th!
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Cirucci (thunderwitch), Luppi (true_sexta)
Summary; Luppi wants Cirucci to test taste some sweets. The usual antics resume.
Log;
Keeping one’s boys in line was something Cirucci considered to be very important. It had to be handled with finesse, with dignity, with a fine finger for manipulation. Shame on her for considering it manipulation, but that was what it was. Push here, pull there, deny that, offer this, speak just so, touch just right, and maneuver them how you wished.
It was something the 105th was good at, something she did, and something she did well. Did often in a City where she had to keep such a close eye on those she considered hers. Luppi was a particular one fond of straying.

She knocked, lightly with white fabric covered knuckles, and shifted her hip against the door with a small sigh. Such a taxing dear.

But straying was what one did when they had Luppi's attention span and practically all the free time in the world without Aizen there and little to do but wait for a war that was more talk than action. Luppi bored easily and his vices were simple: men and women.

Clad once again in his precious white uniform, Luppi neatly got off the couch and slunk to the door, knowing full and well whom it was calling on him at this hour.

""Cirucci~," he greeted, his sing-song tone sweet and playful as always.
“Luppi~” The pretty names were for later, for when she wasn’t being touched, being pleased, getting what she wanted.

“It’s been far too long.” She slipped into his apartment, closed the door behind her and leaned against it on tiptoe, smirking wickedly and fairly wriggling. She would exaggerate occasionally, for the act, but, she had to admit, she never did have to put on too much of an act for Luppi. Grimmjow, on occasion, Szayel Aporro, but not the Numeros caught between low ranked and the six tattoo.

“It’s been, what… a day?”

"Mmm~ Almost twenty hours," Luppi laughed. He didn't lie when he said he was insatiable. His super-human body gave him the stamina and he quite enjoyed being able to use it.

He spun on his heel, gesturing her further inside. This was the third day in a row they had enjoyed each other's company, although the first of those was something he had more than deserved for getting affected by such a silly curse.

"Have you eaten, yet~? Luppi knows it's silly, but he's been buying all sorts of foods lately."

“Ah, no, not yet~” Cirucci trotted after him, hair bouncing to her pace as she stuck close behind, hooking pale fingers into the back of the black sash around his waist as if to let him lead her by the hand. As if she didn’t know his apartment almost as intimately as she knew her own.
“What sorts of foods has Luppi been buying, hmm? ~ Sweet things, maybe? ~” Her voice was light, happy, smirk of a smile still on full lips, content with the idea of more than just sex. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but it was always a plus to be treated to other things.

"Of course," Luppi led her onwards into the small kitchen that his apartment had been granted with. He wasn't fond of cooking. It was too much work considering he could buy whatever he wanted with little things he found lying around anywhere.

"Luppi's trying to find something sweet to serve at the meeting," Luppi shrugged, "Sucking up to the new management is getting troublesome."

Cirucci hopped up onto the counter, forsaking table or chair, bared legs swinging merrily arms tight at her sides, shoulders up and head cocked to listen.

“What did Luppi get? ~ Is it pretty? ~” Her feet plied together as if contemplating taking them off, but of yet unsure.

“Problems? ~”

Luppi arched on his tiptoes, digging through his refrigerator and pushing aside the various foods he had looked into over the past few days until he came out with a tray of cakes to offer the other arrancar.

"Of course! Aren't they magnificent?" Luppi beamed as if he had made them himself.

Cirucci smiled back, leaned forward on the counter to pluck one of the small cakes and leaned back to nibble daintily, finally deciding she wanted to kick her boots off, two small thumps when the shoes hit the floor. She never cooked herself either; she made Alfons do it, or managed to con Tony-dear or Light into bringing her sweets.

“Delicious,” She murmured appreciatively, small bites followed by a lick of lips, nodding to herself in approval.

Luppi snagged a cake of his own, delicately taking a tiny bite as he leaned back against the opposite counter. He'd been buying all sorts of sweets to test them out since the meeting had been announced; a little effort at sucking up designed to go a long way.

Not to mention, it was an excuse to eat all the sweets he liked. "Mmm~ It isn't bad. I'm not sure if it's what I want to bring, though."

“Luppi bringing himself is tasty enough~” Cirucci commented, as if offhanded, a flick of her wrist tossing back the styled waves of dark hair, laughing lightly before popping the remaining bit of the confection into her mouth and swallowing.

“Besides, he’s sweet~” She kicked slower now, curving petite feet as she were pointing towards him, but she paused in mid-kick, looked down with a hint of concern.

The polish had chipped. Damn shame, that. Needed to be fixed soon, too. Note to self.

"Sweet, but everyone can't eat Luppi~," he sighed, shrugging as he finished off his cake. He paused to lick off the stickiness from his tiny fingers. As much as he'd like to imagine the event, his brothers weren't quite as interested in him as his sisters were.

"So, the dilemma still remains~"

Cirucci slipped from the counter, padded the scant feet between them, and reached behind him to snag another one of the small cakes, hip to hip, stood there and leaned against him until he breasts just nearly pressed against him.

“I’d be jealous if everyone wanted to.” She pouted, pausing to take a small bite and chew thoughtfully, proffering the sweet to him as she did so.

"Mmm," Luppi hummed, opening his lips to snag a bite of cake and finishing the piece on his own and licking the sugar from his lips with a flick of his pink tongue.

"But Cirucci gets lots of attention. Luppi is so horribly unloved," he hmphed.

“That’s why Cirucci comes to see you more than any other male here, darling~” She took another bite herself, a sweet, tacky, taste she’d discovered a liking for, couldn’t stand salty foods, hot foods, contented herself with that burst of sweet on her tongue, still holding it so that he could bite into it if he wished.

“Because she knows you’re lonely and she wants to make you feel better, hmm? ~” It was accompanied by a slight change in her height as she rose to tiptoe to place a sugared kiss on his forehead, brushing up against him, an almost affectionate gesture. Affectionate to anyone who would have seen, but knowing what they both were, almost affectionate.

Luppi leaned into the gentle touch of her body, not truly denying her the pleasure of doing whatever she wanted with him. But, he didn't like making the chase entirely easy for her. The touch of warmth was brief before he pulled away again, with a tiny smile.

"But if someone like the Cuarta Espada wanted you, you'd go to him, hmm~?" he almost sulked.

A full pout came to her full lips, her free hand still sugared pressing her index finger against his mouth.

“But Ulquiorra doesn’t want her, he fucks a shinigami, so does it really count?” She finished off the cake, chewed lightly, swallowed, and licked her lips before continuing.

“Besides, darling, ones like him are more powerful than her. They get what they want, and if they wanted her, it’s what they’d get whether she liked it or not, hmm?” She very rarely hated it. Each time with another stronger than herself was a mark in her favor she could count on later.

Luppi took the finger into his mouth obediently, lapping at the sugary sweet remains from the cake. No matter what the number on his hip was, they were close enough in rank that he could settle on a little give and take. Here was so much less of a power struggle than his usual relations.

"And Luppi isn't?" he teased, darkly.

“If Luppi wants her, he can have her~” Unless she wasn’t in the mood. … That never happened. Nevermind. She pressed her finger against his tongue, stroked idly.

“It’s just when two males want her at the same time and don’t like sharing or taking turns that there’s a choice to be made, mm? Besides~” Cirucci pouted still, withdrew her finger and licked, the taste of sugar and saliva. “She comes here because she wants to, mm?”

Luppi opened his mouth, pouting just a little as the finger left his lips in a slip of movement. He reached down, fingers slowly swirling against the peeks of skin his uniform gave.

"But Luppi doesn't mind sharing Cirucci. It's just that no one else seems to like sharing," he sighed, "So, Luppi gets you all to himself."

“Not so bad to get that, is it? ~” Her fingers still tasted sweet, dropping to his own, tracing the six on his hip, dragging nail tip and knuckle over inked skin.

“The rest just don’t appreciate you like I do.” She finally moved to kiss him again, against his bottom lip, more a nibble, a lick, than a kiss, seeking the somewhat sticky remnant of sweet on him, the sweetness they both displayed in words and actions covering their true intents.

"Not bad at all," Luppi breathed, squirming against her as his words took on a needier tone. The attention, any attention, was a drug, a high that was truer than any chemical could be. He lived for the feelings of other people's eyes on him, adoring him, worshipping him. Cirucci gave him that or, at least, as close to that as she could.

He shifted slightly to catch her lips with his own, demanding and hungry to steal the sweetness from her lips.

She leaned into the contact, offered everything about her but never anything she was. Her tongue probed still against his lips, pressing her breasts against his chest, one hand bracing on the counter behind him and the other still brushing feather light on the number he bore.

“G-“ She withdrew just enough to speak, movement of the tips of her lips against his, “Good answer, Sexta.”

Luppi laughed, his eyelids lowering at that precious nickname, the rank he so adored, even if there was no master to grant him the rank properly anymore.

He arched his back, pressing his body against hers as he shifted his hands to slide down the lengths of skin exposed beneath her skirt. His tiny fingers hooked against the straps of her garters. "Glad to hear it, Privaron-precious."

Cirucci wriggled against him, against his hips, with a breathy whine, biting against his lip.

“She knows you are~” Her own fingers scraped down, hooked on the black sash and tugged, nimble digits seeking out the ties beneath, bending at the knees and slipping down until her garters made small snaps as the clasps came undone, kneeling in front of him to begin undoing the knots.

“You always liked that, even when you weren’t Espada.”

Luppi shifted his grip, letting her do the work as he slowly worked free the little ties that kept her hair neat and out of the way as she fought. He spread his legs just a little as he reached across for another cake, one vice leading to another as he swirled a finger in the crisp, slightly hardened frosting and bringing it to her lips.

"But, now that Luppi is~"

Cirucci tossed her head to get the thick crimped waves of dark hair from her face, as she finished undoing the hakama ties, slid them down his hips and looked up, eyeing first his arousal, then the cake.

“Now that Luppi is it makes him even happier, hmm?” She smirked, one finger tracing down from his navel to the base, teasing, mouth opened slightly, and almost begging sort of gesture.

“So happy, he’ll share.”

“Of course he'll share," Luppi hummed, more than pleased with where this thread of attentions was going. He tugged the frosting back to trace the sugary white delicacy along his arousal, trying not to make a pleased sound of his own at the soft touch of his hand.

"But he wants to make his sharing worth while, you know~"

“Luppi~” Cirucci whined, shut her mouth as if to refuse. Really, she wasn’t too fond of this. So submissive seeming it almost made her sick, but she gave to take, she was used to it, and used to, at least in comparison, much rougher treatment, to hands fisted in her hair and forcing her lips open, to force and shoving instead of this warped incentive. Her palms slipped up his legs to hips as she rose a bit, toe of her foot curved beneath knees in a languid crouch, one finger brushed along his length, scooped icing and licked, looking up at him through hooded eyes.

“You knew Cirucci didn’t mean that.” She complained a little out of habit, her usual desire to make things difficult, though she did oblige a small lick against the tip, feather light and far too quick.

"Ciruccciiii," Luppi whined, tugging her closer, not happy as she dodged the temptation he had laid out so easily. He plucked another bite of cake free, chewing it slowly and licking it from his lips as he watched her.

"We can't really trade if Luppi's going to be the only one really giving anything."

“Mean.” Cirucci shot back, stubbornly resisting his tug a few moments before giving in, hands pressed against his bony hips and let her tongue dart out to lap gingerly at the icing he’d provided, almost tentative in her motion, of the slip of a wet tongue against sugar and hardened flesh.

“Besides,” She knew what he really wanted, teased by letting her lips ghost over the head of him, licked lightly, an almost unpleasant taste of sugar and the distinct taste of Arrancar. “Cirucci’s not been reassured she’s geeeting,” The Privaron almost took him into her mouth before she sat back on her haunches with a wicked grin that belied her distaste of such subserviences, “As good as she can give.”

"You mean past experience isn't good enough?" Luppi teased, crushing the cake and smoothing it down the length of his cock with a tiny hand, smearing the messy hand full of sugary sweetness up and along his abdomen.

"You know Luppi always reciprocates, Ci~ru~cci~"

She hid the roll of her eyes in a toss of her hair, a look back up at him.

“Cirucci’s hair may get sticky.” She griped, complaining about his undoing of the style, but it was a pointless complaint. Not that she had any reason to complain, but she did it anyway. Despite her distaste for the more subservient of sexual acts pressed closer to start at his abdomen, to lick pale flesh clean, soft nibbles and bites interspersed with the touch of tongue, the taste of icing and sweet things that was soon replaced by the taste of him when she worked her way down his length, slow, languid, taking her time. One hand held him daintily as painted lips worked along, until she reached the tip and kissed lightly, the look she was giving him hardly submissive, a dominant gaze she could still manage on her knees.

Luppi returned the gaze, more indulgent than anything. He knew Cirucci was very much a match for his strength, compared to some of the other arrancar. He didn't tempt it by pushing any further than that. He reached forward, gently pulling her hair back.

"Luppi can wash it when we're done? We'll both be very sticky," he grinned, slightly.

Cirucci nuzzled despite herself against his hands in her hair, desiring those touches, soft and pleasing, and giving them first to receive in kind.

“If he’s careful and washes well.” The Privaron murmured, one last press into his touch before she took him into her mouth, let her jaw slack and tongue pressed along the underside, stroking smooth and fluid. She could recall an Espada’s hand on her throat, guiding her, some comment about her being an old hat at this, and not disappointing. The Arrancar made a disgusted noise at that thought that came out as a tightening of lips around him before she bobbed her head a bit, as much as she didn’t necessarily care to be reminded, it was truth.

The substitute Espada let out a soft gasp of breath, his lids closing in pleasure. She was good at this and he certainly didn't regret coaxing her into the act at all. But, then again, there weren't a lot of things she wasn't good at in a carnal sense.

"Luppi will clean every inch," he promised, though his voice had deepened, losing some of the sultry tones it had taken on.

She didn’t respond, focused her attentions on him, just him, and she knew it was that more than any touch or word that got him off, let her teeth scrape gently, very gently, as her tongue plied still beneath, coaxed and teased with a frustration evident in the way she began to shift about a little, to put her weight more on one knee than the other, her own body responding but she refused to sink to pleasuring herself, took him as deep as she could and began to thrum, a low noise in her throat that vibrated lightly inside her mouth as she sucked him off.

Luppi shifted his weight, just slightly, letting one leg support him as he let the big toe of his other tease at her skirt-covered arousal, tickling at it almost lazily as he gripped the soft curls of her pitch black hair.

A moan tried to escape her but died against his cock, another vibration from a throat that did not gag, experience in action, eyes closing as she bobbed up and down his length, pace turned somewhat frantic evidenced by the jerks of her hips against his foot, small mewling noises forced past lips plying against tight arousal and fingers holding at the base, other hand palm flat on his chest , the occasional opening of her eyes to meet his gaze proudly, somehow managed from their positions to maintain hers even as she dragged her tongue hard from base to head.

Pride wasn't a matter in this anymore for Luppi, but it never really had been. It was the Privaron who wanted so badly to prove that simply because she was on her knees didn't mean she needed to stay there for very long.

"Cirucci," he choked, hips jerking suddenly at the pressure as he felt himself nearly climax despite it all.

It was a testament to her nature that she smirked, amused by his reaction and pressing firmly with the hand on his chest, arched her throat against the jerk and then brought her other gloved hand down to follow the path of her mouth, her tongue, pumping steadily as she centered her touch to the tip, let her tongue suckle and lap with the same small musing noises now that her hand had picked up the slack and she could vocalize, mouth opening for a gasp of breath and exposing him to the cold bite of air before she’d renewed her efforts.

Luppi closed his eyes, letting himself have the briefest moment of weakness as his fingers curled tightly into her hair, his hips jerked as he finally reached an orgasm as sticky as the sugary sweets he had smeared along his body.

"Nnngh," he gasped, losing his footing just a bit against the warmth of her more slender frame.

Prepared for such reactions, Cirucci scooted forward to brace his footing against her knees even as she swallowed, just a bit with a look she managed to keep flushed before she opened her mouth, let his semen drip from her lips and onto the breast of her uniform, head tipped back and waiting his climax out before she wiped her mouth, resisted the urge to spit, and, as she’d always learned, didn’t.

“Hmm?” He’d said he’d clean her later, and damn if she wasn’t going to make sure to make a mess, on her knees and legs splayed on his kitchen floor, looking up at him with lips gone a sticky white.

"Mmm," Luppi hummed to himself, sliding onto the floor next to her, catching a few dark locks of her hair with a tiny, playful hand. He liked the feeling of power, the sight of his mess all over her. It gave him a feeling of possession he couldn't quite feel any other way.

He leaned forward, licking at some of the white he had left behind, "Not as sweet as the cake, though."

Cirucci let a small warble sound, a somewhat distorted noise, neck bobbing forward a few times to clear the salty, tacky texture from her throat.

"The cake is much sweeter than Luppi and Cirucci could ever be, even combined." The Privaron leaned into his hand, licking her lips as well, full lips parted in a long breath.

"Don't you think?~"

Luppi's tongue worked like a cat's, industrious and quick as he worked at the Privaron's soft skin. Slowly, he removed the tiniest traces of his taste from every inch of precious skin.

"Well, maybe not as sugary," Luppi noted, smoothly, pressing a lazy kiss against her, "But we can be just as sweet when we need to be."

Tiny little murmurs of approval escaped her with a small wriggle, pressing closer to remind that she still wasn't satisfied, had given and not yet fully received.

"It's a shame no one else can see that, mm? They think we're nothing but mean." Cirucci kissed back, but a more fervent one, a certain desperation of the physical she tried to never let move into a mental need, though a part of her knew it had.

"But, we like that, hmm? Letting them think that we're so awful and mean," Luppi let his kisses grow more shallow and teasing, toying with her now that his own arousal had been more than satiated.

He let his hand slip to brush against the bustle of fabric that was her skirt, teasing at her soft panties, "Because we know we are most of the time."

This was why she hated giving first and not receiving. It gave them a leverage, left her needing and him in the position to refuse to give it, made her squirm against his hand, insistent.

"Of course we like it." She kept trying to draw him back into a more fervid state, each of her kisses that more deep, that more needy, breath hot against his neck, face buried in the crook there and murmuring.

"Of course we are, Sexta."

Luppi grinned, rewarding the well-loved title with a shift of his hand. He tugged the base of the white cloth aside, fingers pausing before dipping into it. It was a different sensation than touching it with his tongue or his cock. To his fingers, she felt so much warmer and wetter about him.

"And because we are, we're better," Luppi purred, nuzzling against the attention, appreciating every little kiss and touch of her.

A small jerk of her hips tried to draw him deeper, a small whine as she splayed her legs wider, her arms reaching behind him to first in the back of his uniform.

"We're so much better," Cirucci breathed in between nipping, licking on his neck and collarbone. "They're mortals... weak... helpless..." She grit her teeth at the feeling of his fingers in moist arousal.

Luppi buried his fingers deeper, teasing and fucking her with them at the same time. They were small, too small to cause the same sort of pleasure as outright fucking her, but there was something so much more delightfully close about this.

"And we're never that," Luppi hummed, lips catching around her earlobe and tugging at it again, "Never at all~"

“No-“ Cirucci whined, scooted closer and tried in vain to seek more, getting just enough to wind her up but not enough to satisfy, felt a bead of sweat run down between her breasts and panted lightly, thick hair brushing against his shoulder where she kissed and bit.

“Never-“ She sighed heavily, lifted a leg higher to drape over one of his and hook about his hip, trying to rock against his fingers with a moan.

Luppi tugged her closer, enjoying every dependent little moan. He was getting turned on again and it was quite easy to see just why he might be. His tongue traced upward from the base of her ear, dipping into it as his fingers drove against her, his thumb venturing up to toy at her clit.

"Getting close, precious Privaron?"

At the touch to far too sensitive bundle of nerves Cirucci bucked against him with a bit back sob of frustration, mouth hanging open over his shoulder and panting, moaning loud and long. A vocal lover, always, unless threatened or conditioned with a certain male to suppress the urge to cry and whine.

“L-,” Her nails dug in to his back through his uniform, unable to handle confirming his question, barely able to finish gritting out his name, her dress clinging to each curve and line of her body from the sweat beginning to slick her body, uncomfortably confined in the now cumbersome garment she writhed in.

Luppi's smile grew just a touch darker as he continued riding out the last little bits of Cirucci's own satisfaction, paying for the attentions he had received in full with attentions of his own.

This was taking too long, too long, her chest heaving with pants of breath, brought to the brink, stalled there, every time she began to feel the tightness in her belly ease another stroke of his finger would drive it tight again with a small gasp and a whine. She quivered, trembled against the intrusion of his fingers and the electric pulse of the teasing of thumb.

Cirucci’s eyes had closed, face flushed as if in a blush even as she ground her hips into his hand until she couldn’t take it anymore and cried out a wordless high-pitched satisfaction evidenced in body jerking against him and continuing with loud mewls of pleasure even as she rode it out, began to wind back down.

Luppi neatly withdrew his fingers, sliding them out as the throes of the orgasm began to fade, smug satisfaction flickering in his dark violet eyes. He lifted them to his lips, tasting her as he had tasted himself just seconds ago. It had the same taste, just a touch too bitter to suit him.

"Better now?" he laughed, softly, relaxing against her, even as he lifted the fingers to her lips as well.

“Ah…” Cirucci sighed, taking a moment to regain her breath, still quivering slightly, the residuals of her climax and their still proximity. Obligingly, she licked at his fingers, took one in her mouth and sucked gently, releasing with a wet sound accompanied by her soft groan.

“Yes.” The Privaron’s hands relaxed from fists, instead lazily running up and down his back before coming to rest on his shoulders as she still shifted uncomfortably in clinging clothes.

Luppi curled up against her, contentedly. Even in the slight warmth of summer, nothing quite compared to the physical heat of someone, anyone pressed against him. Especially not after he'd come to this place.

He lazily kissed against whatever skin was closest to his mouth, not bothering to move just yet, despite his promises of cleaning up the Privaron after their little act.
“So lazy, Luppi~” Cirucci managed a teasing murmur, shifting under the soft touches with quiet sighs of contentment. She appreciated the warmth too, one of the few times she could feel such underneath her cold skin and frozen bones. But the friction, the warmth of the sexual was something she could feel, was why she sought it here more than she ever had even in Hueco Mundo.

“If you’re going to go to sleep on her, can’t we at least get off the floor?”

Luppi laughed, leaning closer against her with a contented sigh. With his hakama still pooled about his bare bottom, he didn't feel entirely uncomfortable on the floor. Besides, he was already more than just a little tired from the high that had been their tryst.

"That would mean moving!" he protested.

“Lazy, lazy~” Cirucci gave a small breathy laugh. “Cirucci was promised a bath, and if she’s getting a nap too, she’s taking your bed.”

The Privaron extricated herself from a loose tangle of limbs, stood on sweaty, trembling ways and began to make her towards his bedroom, a place she’d occupied at nights more often than not, he the only male she could count on to usually accept her company, stave off the ticking in her head, and provide that warmth.

"Ah!" Luppi half-sulked, pulling himself off the floor and leaving what little bits of clothing had come off in their tryst to settle on the floor to be dealt with later. "Let Luppi come in the bath, too, hmm~?"