[Smut ] It was not a truly radical idea but it was an idea all the same that had him somehow wanting to go to the Fourth and ensure he hadn't taken a hit to the head without his being aware of it. It wasn't a bad idea - but it was not an idea he'd ever seen himself suddenly coming up with this morning. The idea that he was, undeniably, attracted to Ichimaru Gin.

Spawned by a Tumblr prompt: "I am right here. Do it" They're choked out, the words, every syllable grating as they're pushed by that silver-clad tongue through his teeth — but it's difficult to sound confident, even defiant, with a sharp knee digging into your stomach.

The first time their hands touch, it's almost brief enough to be called accidental in the eyes of the young shaman. Almost.