Fic: Just Desserts Arc: Sweet Cream
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conjure_lassAuthor: Conjure Lass!
Title: Sweet Cream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Uraichi (though Ichi is solo this time)
Warnings: Solo-Anal, Masturbation, Cursing…Stuff like that.
Summary: Interuppted again! What’s a teenager to do? Why masturbate of course!
Author's Notes: Heh…this didn’t take me very long to write. I guess my inner pervert was just screaming to get out a little.
Kurosaki Isshin had to die.
That had been the first thought that flew through Ichigo’s mind when he heard his idiot father banging through the house, causing Kisuke (and his talented mouth) to stop migrating slowly down his exposed abdomen. The blonde had looked up then, eyes questioning as his tongue reached out to gently run around the inside of his bellybutton. The question was rather obvious: did Ichigo want to continue knowing that his father probably already knew what was going on and would inevitably come up to either stop them or make such a ruckus that they couldn’t possibly keep on? Did he want to take the chance?
Ichigo’s fingers that had previously been tangled in Kisuke’s pale hair shot up to his own, his head flying backwards into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut tightly in anger. Not now! They were right there! This was maddening! Every time they finally got close to having sex for the first time, finally had their clothes partially off, finally were sure that nothing could possibly spoil the moment…something or someone always came along and spoiled the moment! Ichigo could feel his body trembling, chest rising and falling with a peculiar mix of fury and prolonged need. He wanted this so badly! He wanted Kisuke so badly. Why was the world conspiring against him?!
Another loud banging, this time much closer to his door, and Urahara was moving upwards, lips eventually brushing against Ichigo’s closed eyelids. “It’s all right,” he murmured against Ichigo’s temple, kissing a tiny trail across the bridge of his nose. “We probably shouldn’t have tried to do this here anyway.”
“Then where?!” Ichigo pleaded quietly, opening his eyes to gaze up into slightly despairing gray. “Nobody will leave us alone!”
And that was the truth. The first time they’d gotten close had been at the shoten, but due to a well-placed baseball (and consequently a curious Jinta) through the window that hadn’t happened. Then they’d been moments away out in the backyard, laid out on a soft blue blanket, when Ururu had happened upon them, blushing furiously and ruining the mood in three seconds flat. The time after that had involved Tessai, and Ichigo was desperately trying to forget the horrid details of the humiliation. But this time…this time they’d thought themselves completely alone, curled up on Ichigo’s bed, no one home and no one expected to be home. Little did they know that Kurosaki Isshin’s community meeting would inevitably be cancelled and he’d walk through the door two hours early. Dammit, dammit, dammit!
“Soon, I promise,” Kisuke smiled, bringing Ichigo’s hand up to his mouth and kissing the palm. He seemed about to move upwards along the wrist when a crash came from directly beside the door, almost sounding as though someone had just thrown themselves upon the floor (or tripped). The older man rolled his eyes, shaking his head as Ichigo glared daggers at his bedroom door. Goat face was going to get it so bad. He’d almost been about to get up and unleash hell when Kisuke caught him with a soft kiss to the lips, fingers brushing along his cheek.
“I’m going to arrange everything. Don’t worry,” the blonde cooed soothingly, moving his body from on top of Ichigo’s and pulling on his shirt. Ichigo watched with a partially lidded gaze as Kisuke’s soft skin was quickly covered up, lamenting the loss, sitting up to run his tongue along the curve of a pale ear. Urahara’s breath quickened instantly, making the corners of Ichigo’s mouth pull up in a satisfied smirk. The older man had been having trouble hiding his reactions of late, a sure sign that he was close to losing his self-control. It was a good little ego boost to know he had such an affect on his reserved boyfriend, made him more confident even though he had no idea what he was really doing.
“Promise?” Ichigo purred, reaching into Kisuke’s loose shirt to run the tip of his index finger along a pert nipple. “I’m tired of waiting.”
“You have my word,” he replied huskily, pushing their lips together before jumping out the window and out onto the street.
Ichigo watched sadly until the blonde head disappeared around the corner, laying back on his sheets and staring at the wall with an annoyed sigh. Glancing down at the floor, he laughed softly at the colorful hat sitting near the foot of the bed, reaching down to take the fabric in his fingers and place it over his face. It smelled like Kisuke’s hair, like some kind of coconut shampoo, and vaguely like musk. Or that may have just been his own hormonally driven mind at work.
Either way it was alluring.
Rolling onto his back, he left the hat sitting on top of his eyes, allowing his hands to come to rest at his sides. He needed to calm down, to release some of the pent up desire raging through his body. Every time he shifted he could feel his half-hard erection brushing against his jeans, making him squirm against the rush of friction. More than anything he wished that Kisuke were still here to take care of the problem…but since that obviously wasn’t going to be happening tonight…
Ichigo bit his bottom lip, running his fingertips along his abs teasingly until he reached the waistband of his pants. There he paused for a moment to listen for any sounds of his father, straining his hearing a bit, before swallowing thickly and bending his knees to allow his thighs to spread. The sound of the top button of his denims popping open was almost deafeningly loud to his ears, catching his breath in his throat as he glanced around uneasily. It wasn’t as if he’d never masturbated before, but what he was thinking about doing right at that moment was definitely something he’d never tried. He was curious though…especially since it was something he’d eventually be doing with Kisuke…and it wasn’t as though he didn’t want that.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed his pants off his legs and let them fall to the floor in a bluish gray puddle, his boxers joining them a few seconds later. A cool breeze blew over his bare skin, making him shiver as goose bumps broke out over his body, moving his fingers up to his mouth. Not stopping to think, he pushed two of them past his lips, sliding them languidly over his tongue, enjoying the sensation. His other hand moved upwards, pushing Kisuke’s hat further onto his head to secure it in case it wanted to fall off during the middle of his activities. He wanted the other man’s scent near his nose; it made the fantasy more real.
With a wet sound and a long trail of saliva, he pulled his fingers from his mouth, running them down to his nipples where he traced slow circles around the quickly hardening bud. He hissed when he pinched at it, twisting the flesh between his fingers until his cock twitched and his toes tingled a bit. Ichigo continued with the other nipple, his free hand scraping blunt nails down the inside of his thigh, leaving faint pink tracks on the skin. The burn of the scratch on his skin was delicious, lent itself to the pleasurable prickle working its way from his chest to his groin.
But it wasn’t enough.
Ichigo pulled his hand back up to his mouth, licking a clean line up his palm before guiding it down between his legs and wrapping it firmly around his cock. His eyes cracked open, fixed on the plain white ceiling above him as his breath came out between partially clenched teeth. No matter how many times he did this it always felt good. The pillow was cool against his cheek as his face rolled to the side, feeling a flush work its way across his nose, hot and pleasant. It intensified when his hand began to move, slowly, ever so slowly, up and down the shaft, running his index finger along the slit.
“Shit,” he mumbled, spreading his shaking thighs a little wider, shivering again when a hard gust of wind blew his curtains across his body, silky smooth. “Kisuke…”
The blonde’s hair was smooth to the touch, not as coarse as Ichigo would have imagined it to be. He loved the way it felt against his skin, sliding velvety across his neck and stomach, making him tug at the strands unconsciously. Even the pale blonde hair on Kisuke’s arms was soft, satisfying to run your fingers across and press against. Without thinking, Ichigo found himself wondering if the nest of hair between the older man’s legs would be similarly textured, grinning into the darkness of his room as the motions of his fist sped up against his aching erection.
He could picture himself kissing his way down Kisuke’s belly, licking at the waistband of his pants and feeling the muscles clench up underneath his tongue. Ichigo couldn’t imagine Urahara wearing underwear, so instead there was nothing beneath his fantasy lover’s loose fitting pants, nothing between Ichigo and his exploration. The hair would obviously be wavy, light, the color of flax waving in the morning sunshine, a pale dusting of color between creamy thighs. He wanted to tug at it with his teeth, not too rough, just enough to see how much the older man could take before snapping and throwing Ichigo onto his back.
Ichigo’s hand was twisting around his cock, his other fingers tightly in his mouth, sucking on them like he pictured himself doing to sensitive parts of Urahara’s anatomy. He had absolutely no idea how to do it, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to wrap his lips around Kisuke’s length and make the older man writhe. After all this time the curiosity was killing him, the keen desire to map out his lover’s body and claim every inch of it becoming overwhelmingly compulsive. Kisuke belonged to him, every subtle emotion was Ichigo‘s property, and he wanted the man’s body to go along with it. Every lusty shudder, surprised gasp, impassioned cry…Ichigo wanted them all. He wanted to watch Urahara’s carefully constructed mask crack and fall apart under the weight of their mutual desire.
He gasped as a thin trail of precum dripped down onto his fingers, trying desperately to keep any noises muted and controlled by biting down on his fingers until they nearly bled. Ichigo was surprised at his own possessiveness over the quiet blonde, at the greedy thoughts running through his head, but couldn’t bring himself to care. Waves of pleasure were shooting up and down his nerves, setting his body on fire, making a thin layer of sweat break out all over his skin. He couldn’t come yet though…he had something he wanted to try first.
Reluctantly Ichigo pulled his hand away from his cock and sat up a little, propping his shoulders against the pillows before nervously licking at suddenly dry lips. He’d never tried this before and wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed. He knew the basic mechanics from books and things of course, but the reality of the situation was startlingly different. It didn’t stop him from going forward however, his mind too cloudy with lust and his body to desperate for release and pleasure to be so easily dissuaded. He could do this…it wouldn’t be so difficult.
Ichigo let his breath out slowly as he spread his legs wider, settling his ass more securely into the mattress. No big deal, this wasn’t a big deal. He looked down between his thighs under the brim of Kisuke‘s hat, deciding it would make things easier to reach if he cocked his hips upwards just a few inches before coating his fingers with some lotion he kept in the drawer beside his bed. People did this all the time; it was nothing to be afraid of. He shook his hand a few times to steady it, reaching back behind his cock, sliding his fingertips downward and shivering at the strangely pleasant sensation. Ichigo could feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment but pushed onward anyway, massaging at the small patch of skin he found there.
“Mmmhh,” he groaned softly, surprised at how good it felt to run his fingers along the area. See…no big deal. He stilled when he reached his opening however, almost too scared to continue, gingerly fingering at the puckered skin while rallying his courage. This would happen eventually anyway, and it would make things easier for Kisuke if Ichigo weren’t scared to death of what was going to happen next. Better he find out now what it felt like than to be completely shocked later and ruin the moment. Right? Do it!
“Holy fuck!” he slammed his hand over his mouth as he quickly shoved his middle finger into his ass up to the first knuckle, his body trying to force the intruder back out by contracting almost painfully around it. Ichigo’s eyes were wide, head falling backwards to stare at the ceiling as he tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down. He’d read that the key was to relax, to force your muscles to unclench and allow yourself to be stretched out. There wouldn’t be much point to quitting now; he’d just have to make it work.
Ichigo’s eyes closed again, picturing Kisuke’s face in his head, charcoal gray gaze set in shining white staring up at him from between his legs. The blonde would be so gentle, almost afraid to hurt him, his big hands squeezing at Ichigo’s ass as the older man’s mouth did wicked things to his cock. He could imagine Kisuke’s fingers pushing slowly into his opening, breaking down all resistance, sliding slowly in and out, Ichigo’s cock disappeared down his throat. He’d try to cry out but Urahara’s fingers would push abruptly between his lips, making Ichigo suck on them to alleviate some of the discomfort. A second finger added into his body, just a bit more pressure…
Without realizing it Ichigo had almost completely relaxed, his fingers (when had he added a second one?) pumping slowly into his body to match the sweet fantasy parading through his minds eye. The discomfort and dull sting remained, but there was a thrumming pleasure quickly building in his abdomen, an aching emptiness that he couldn’t help but want filled. Kisuke’s hat fell over one of his eyes as he pushed harder into himself, trying to twist the fingers to see what it would feel like…he knew that there was something he was supposed to be looking for…something that would feel good…
“Oh my god,” he cried out as he brushed against…something. It was hard to get at this angle though, his hand was cramped in an odd position, but he had loved what he felt. His stomach muscles were clenching visibly with each thrust, his body rocking in steady waves as his fingers picked up a quicker pace, breathing becoming unsteady and shaky. He had to find that spot again, had to feel that monumental rush of ecstasy that came with it. “Come on, ohhh,” he whimpered out, not caring if his father was standing right outside the door or not…if he was stupid enough to stay there after hearing this than he deserved the embarrassment.
Though his hand was in an almost painfully awkward position, he finally found it again, hips bucking upwards against his own hand when he pushed against what he guessed was his prostate. Fantastic. Absolute bliss. His head fell backwards with a loud moan, making Kisuke’s hat fall precariously over his nose; the scent of the older man practically consuming him. Ichigo felt almost unbearably hard, his cock throbbing with each plunge of his fingers deep into his body, the desperate need finally making him give in and wrap his free hand around his erection. He tried to keep the two hands moving in sync, but everything felt too good and he knew he was failing.
“Kisuke,” he groaned out hoarsely, slamming his fingers as hard as he could into his body, hearing the soft slap of skin against skin when he did. “Please, please,” he began repeating as the pleasure began to peak, his hand frantically moving along his cock, brushing his thumb along the head, pushing into the slit almost roughly. He wanted more than this, wanted Kisuke inside him, knew it would finally satisfy the craving he couldn’t fill himself, knew it would be the best he’d ever feel…
“You’re dying for it…aren’t you Ichigo?”
“Yes!” he cried out finally, back arching against his pillows, head thrashing to the side to bite down hard against the inside of his own cheek, tasting blood. The shudders vibrated their way through his limbs, his hand suddenly coated with sticky fluid, his lower body clenching tightly around his fingers. His breathing had ceased to function, heart pounding furiously against his chest as pleasure blossomed throughout every single one of his nerves. For a moment he almost felt as though he was going to black out, that he was surely going to pass out from lack of oxygen, but then the world began to trickle back into focus, the mind-numbing waves of pleasuring ebbing away to leave him completely limp against his sheets, hands falling from his tender flesh to lay near his head.
“Gods,” he moaned quietly, opening his eyes to look down at the mess he’d made of himself. There were glistening smears of come all over his belly, sweat beading up on his thighs to roll uncomfortably down between legs littered with tiny little scrapes and scratches. Ichigo, feeling suddenly bold, ran his fingers through the thick substance puddled on his abdomen and brought it cautiously to his tongue, licking it delicately. It tasted…kind of bitter…sort of tart…not the most awful thing he’d ever put into his mouth. Not all together unpleasant. Doable.
Finding himself drifting closer and closer to sleep, he was nearly gone when a sharp breeze blew through his window, cascading across his sweaty skin and leaving him shivering with cold. He needed to get cleaned up and maybe then he could pass out for the night, allow his body to lie heavy and dreamless until morning came and he was forced to get out of bed.
Sleep in mind, he grabbed the fluffy black robe from the chair against his desk, pulling it around his naked body and opening the door with a quiet creak.
“What the hell?!” he cried, nearly tripping over an unconscious form near the door, jumping away with an expression of absolute horror. “Goat-face?!”
And there was Kurosaki Isshin, sprawled out on his stomach, butt sticking high up in the air as he drooled all over himself, completely unconscious and looking as though he’d been struck on the head with a large, blunt object. Ichigo was about to wake him up when he heard a small cough come from the room down the hall, glancing up to see Karin with a wooden bat in her hand, a triumphant gleam in her eye.
“He was trying to listen in,” she explained simply. “I thought you needed a little privacy to finish up your business. Just leave him there, it’ll teach him a lesson.”
And with that she shrugged and turned back towards her room, shutting the door quietly and leaving Ichigo alone in the darkened hallway. Seconds ticked by until finally the laughter started bubbling up in the back of his throat, rolling his eyes and strolling away from his father who was only now starting to stir into wakefulness.
“What did I doooooooo Karinnnnnn???!!"
Mmmmm...solo action for Ichi was FUN to write.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Cherry!
Title: Sweet Cream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Uraichi (though Ichi is solo this time)
Warnings: Solo-Anal, Masturbation, Cursing…Stuff like that.
Summary: Interuppted again! What’s a teenager to do? Why masturbate of course!
Author's Notes: Heh…this didn’t take me very long to write. I guess my inner pervert was just screaming to get out a little.
Kurosaki Isshin had to die.
That had been the first thought that flew through Ichigo’s mind when he heard his idiot father banging through the house, causing Kisuke (and his talented mouth) to stop migrating slowly down his exposed abdomen. The blonde had looked up then, eyes questioning as his tongue reached out to gently run around the inside of his bellybutton. The question was rather obvious: did Ichigo want to continue knowing that his father probably already knew what was going on and would inevitably come up to either stop them or make such a ruckus that they couldn’t possibly keep on? Did he want to take the chance?
Ichigo’s fingers that had previously been tangled in Kisuke’s pale hair shot up to his own, his head flying backwards into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut tightly in anger. Not now! They were right there! This was maddening! Every time they finally got close to having sex for the first time, finally had their clothes partially off, finally were sure that nothing could possibly spoil the moment…something or someone always came along and spoiled the moment! Ichigo could feel his body trembling, chest rising and falling with a peculiar mix of fury and prolonged need. He wanted this so badly! He wanted Kisuke so badly. Why was the world conspiring against him?!
Another loud banging, this time much closer to his door, and Urahara was moving upwards, lips eventually brushing against Ichigo’s closed eyelids. “It’s all right,” he murmured against Ichigo’s temple, kissing a tiny trail across the bridge of his nose. “We probably shouldn’t have tried to do this here anyway.”
“Then where?!” Ichigo pleaded quietly, opening his eyes to gaze up into slightly despairing gray. “Nobody will leave us alone!”
And that was the truth. The first time they’d gotten close had been at the shoten, but due to a well-placed baseball (and consequently a curious Jinta) through the window that hadn’t happened. Then they’d been moments away out in the backyard, laid out on a soft blue blanket, when Ururu had happened upon them, blushing furiously and ruining the mood in three seconds flat. The time after that had involved Tessai, and Ichigo was desperately trying to forget the horrid details of the humiliation. But this time…this time they’d thought themselves completely alone, curled up on Ichigo’s bed, no one home and no one expected to be home. Little did they know that Kurosaki Isshin’s community meeting would inevitably be cancelled and he’d walk through the door two hours early. Dammit, dammit, dammit!
“Soon, I promise,” Kisuke smiled, bringing Ichigo’s hand up to his mouth and kissing the palm. He seemed about to move upwards along the wrist when a crash came from directly beside the door, almost sounding as though someone had just thrown themselves upon the floor (or tripped). The older man rolled his eyes, shaking his head as Ichigo glared daggers at his bedroom door. Goat face was going to get it so bad. He’d almost been about to get up and unleash hell when Kisuke caught him with a soft kiss to the lips, fingers brushing along his cheek.
“I’m going to arrange everything. Don’t worry,” the blonde cooed soothingly, moving his body from on top of Ichigo’s and pulling on his shirt. Ichigo watched with a partially lidded gaze as Kisuke’s soft skin was quickly covered up, lamenting the loss, sitting up to run his tongue along the curve of a pale ear. Urahara’s breath quickened instantly, making the corners of Ichigo’s mouth pull up in a satisfied smirk. The older man had been having trouble hiding his reactions of late, a sure sign that he was close to losing his self-control. It was a good little ego boost to know he had such an affect on his reserved boyfriend, made him more confident even though he had no idea what he was really doing.
“Promise?” Ichigo purred, reaching into Kisuke’s loose shirt to run the tip of his index finger along a pert nipple. “I’m tired of waiting.”
“You have my word,” he replied huskily, pushing their lips together before jumping out the window and out onto the street.
Ichigo watched sadly until the blonde head disappeared around the corner, laying back on his sheets and staring at the wall with an annoyed sigh. Glancing down at the floor, he laughed softly at the colorful hat sitting near the foot of the bed, reaching down to take the fabric in his fingers and place it over his face. It smelled like Kisuke’s hair, like some kind of coconut shampoo, and vaguely like musk. Or that may have just been his own hormonally driven mind at work.
Either way it was alluring.
Rolling onto his back, he left the hat sitting on top of his eyes, allowing his hands to come to rest at his sides. He needed to calm down, to release some of the pent up desire raging through his body. Every time he shifted he could feel his half-hard erection brushing against his jeans, making him squirm against the rush of friction. More than anything he wished that Kisuke were still here to take care of the problem…but since that obviously wasn’t going to be happening tonight…
Ichigo bit his bottom lip, running his fingertips along his abs teasingly until he reached the waistband of his pants. There he paused for a moment to listen for any sounds of his father, straining his hearing a bit, before swallowing thickly and bending his knees to allow his thighs to spread. The sound of the top button of his denims popping open was almost deafeningly loud to his ears, catching his breath in his throat as he glanced around uneasily. It wasn’t as if he’d never masturbated before, but what he was thinking about doing right at that moment was definitely something he’d never tried. He was curious though…especially since it was something he’d eventually be doing with Kisuke…and it wasn’t as though he didn’t want that.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed his pants off his legs and let them fall to the floor in a bluish gray puddle, his boxers joining them a few seconds later. A cool breeze blew over his bare skin, making him shiver as goose bumps broke out over his body, moving his fingers up to his mouth. Not stopping to think, he pushed two of them past his lips, sliding them languidly over his tongue, enjoying the sensation. His other hand moved upwards, pushing Kisuke’s hat further onto his head to secure it in case it wanted to fall off during the middle of his activities. He wanted the other man’s scent near his nose; it made the fantasy more real.
With a wet sound and a long trail of saliva, he pulled his fingers from his mouth, running them down to his nipples where he traced slow circles around the quickly hardening bud. He hissed when he pinched at it, twisting the flesh between his fingers until his cock twitched and his toes tingled a bit. Ichigo continued with the other nipple, his free hand scraping blunt nails down the inside of his thigh, leaving faint pink tracks on the skin. The burn of the scratch on his skin was delicious, lent itself to the pleasurable prickle working its way from his chest to his groin.
But it wasn’t enough.
Ichigo pulled his hand back up to his mouth, licking a clean line up his palm before guiding it down between his legs and wrapping it firmly around his cock. His eyes cracked open, fixed on the plain white ceiling above him as his breath came out between partially clenched teeth. No matter how many times he did this it always felt good. The pillow was cool against his cheek as his face rolled to the side, feeling a flush work its way across his nose, hot and pleasant. It intensified when his hand began to move, slowly, ever so slowly, up and down the shaft, running his index finger along the slit.
“Shit,” he mumbled, spreading his shaking thighs a little wider, shivering again when a hard gust of wind blew his curtains across his body, silky smooth. “Kisuke…”
The blonde’s hair was smooth to the touch, not as coarse as Ichigo would have imagined it to be. He loved the way it felt against his skin, sliding velvety across his neck and stomach, making him tug at the strands unconsciously. Even the pale blonde hair on Kisuke’s arms was soft, satisfying to run your fingers across and press against. Without thinking, Ichigo found himself wondering if the nest of hair between the older man’s legs would be similarly textured, grinning into the darkness of his room as the motions of his fist sped up against his aching erection.
He could picture himself kissing his way down Kisuke’s belly, licking at the waistband of his pants and feeling the muscles clench up underneath his tongue. Ichigo couldn’t imagine Urahara wearing underwear, so instead there was nothing beneath his fantasy lover’s loose fitting pants, nothing between Ichigo and his exploration. The hair would obviously be wavy, light, the color of flax waving in the morning sunshine, a pale dusting of color between creamy thighs. He wanted to tug at it with his teeth, not too rough, just enough to see how much the older man could take before snapping and throwing Ichigo onto his back.
Ichigo’s hand was twisting around his cock, his other fingers tightly in his mouth, sucking on them like he pictured himself doing to sensitive parts of Urahara’s anatomy. He had absolutely no idea how to do it, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to wrap his lips around Kisuke’s length and make the older man writhe. After all this time the curiosity was killing him, the keen desire to map out his lover’s body and claim every inch of it becoming overwhelmingly compulsive. Kisuke belonged to him, every subtle emotion was Ichigo‘s property, and he wanted the man’s body to go along with it. Every lusty shudder, surprised gasp, impassioned cry…Ichigo wanted them all. He wanted to watch Urahara’s carefully constructed mask crack and fall apart under the weight of their mutual desire.
He gasped as a thin trail of precum dripped down onto his fingers, trying desperately to keep any noises muted and controlled by biting down on his fingers until they nearly bled. Ichigo was surprised at his own possessiveness over the quiet blonde, at the greedy thoughts running through his head, but couldn’t bring himself to care. Waves of pleasure were shooting up and down his nerves, setting his body on fire, making a thin layer of sweat break out all over his skin. He couldn’t come yet though…he had something he wanted to try first.
Reluctantly Ichigo pulled his hand away from his cock and sat up a little, propping his shoulders against the pillows before nervously licking at suddenly dry lips. He’d never tried this before and wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed. He knew the basic mechanics from books and things of course, but the reality of the situation was startlingly different. It didn’t stop him from going forward however, his mind too cloudy with lust and his body to desperate for release and pleasure to be so easily dissuaded. He could do this…it wouldn’t be so difficult.
Ichigo let his breath out slowly as he spread his legs wider, settling his ass more securely into the mattress. No big deal, this wasn’t a big deal. He looked down between his thighs under the brim of Kisuke‘s hat, deciding it would make things easier to reach if he cocked his hips upwards just a few inches before coating his fingers with some lotion he kept in the drawer beside his bed. People did this all the time; it was nothing to be afraid of. He shook his hand a few times to steady it, reaching back behind his cock, sliding his fingertips downward and shivering at the strangely pleasant sensation. Ichigo could feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment but pushed onward anyway, massaging at the small patch of skin he found there.
“Mmmhh,” he groaned softly, surprised at how good it felt to run his fingers along the area. See…no big deal. He stilled when he reached his opening however, almost too scared to continue, gingerly fingering at the puckered skin while rallying his courage. This would happen eventually anyway, and it would make things easier for Kisuke if Ichigo weren’t scared to death of what was going to happen next. Better he find out now what it felt like than to be completely shocked later and ruin the moment. Right? Do it!
“Holy fuck!” he slammed his hand over his mouth as he quickly shoved his middle finger into his ass up to the first knuckle, his body trying to force the intruder back out by contracting almost painfully around it. Ichigo’s eyes were wide, head falling backwards to stare at the ceiling as he tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down. He’d read that the key was to relax, to force your muscles to unclench and allow yourself to be stretched out. There wouldn’t be much point to quitting now; he’d just have to make it work.
Ichigo’s eyes closed again, picturing Kisuke’s face in his head, charcoal gray gaze set in shining white staring up at him from between his legs. The blonde would be so gentle, almost afraid to hurt him, his big hands squeezing at Ichigo’s ass as the older man’s mouth did wicked things to his cock. He could imagine Kisuke’s fingers pushing slowly into his opening, breaking down all resistance, sliding slowly in and out, Ichigo’s cock disappeared down his throat. He’d try to cry out but Urahara’s fingers would push abruptly between his lips, making Ichigo suck on them to alleviate some of the discomfort. A second finger added into his body, just a bit more pressure…
Without realizing it Ichigo had almost completely relaxed, his fingers (when had he added a second one?) pumping slowly into his body to match the sweet fantasy parading through his minds eye. The discomfort and dull sting remained, but there was a thrumming pleasure quickly building in his abdomen, an aching emptiness that he couldn’t help but want filled. Kisuke’s hat fell over one of his eyes as he pushed harder into himself, trying to twist the fingers to see what it would feel like…he knew that there was something he was supposed to be looking for…something that would feel good…
“Oh my god,” he cried out as he brushed against…something. It was hard to get at this angle though, his hand was cramped in an odd position, but he had loved what he felt. His stomach muscles were clenching visibly with each thrust, his body rocking in steady waves as his fingers picked up a quicker pace, breathing becoming unsteady and shaky. He had to find that spot again, had to feel that monumental rush of ecstasy that came with it. “Come on, ohhh,” he whimpered out, not caring if his father was standing right outside the door or not…if he was stupid enough to stay there after hearing this than he deserved the embarrassment.
Though his hand was in an almost painfully awkward position, he finally found it again, hips bucking upwards against his own hand when he pushed against what he guessed was his prostate. Fantastic. Absolute bliss. His head fell backwards with a loud moan, making Kisuke’s hat fall precariously over his nose; the scent of the older man practically consuming him. Ichigo felt almost unbearably hard, his cock throbbing with each plunge of his fingers deep into his body, the desperate need finally making him give in and wrap his free hand around his erection. He tried to keep the two hands moving in sync, but everything felt too good and he knew he was failing.
“Kisuke,” he groaned out hoarsely, slamming his fingers as hard as he could into his body, hearing the soft slap of skin against skin when he did. “Please, please,” he began repeating as the pleasure began to peak, his hand frantically moving along his cock, brushing his thumb along the head, pushing into the slit almost roughly. He wanted more than this, wanted Kisuke inside him, knew it would finally satisfy the craving he couldn’t fill himself, knew it would be the best he’d ever feel…
“You’re dying for it…aren’t you Ichigo?”
“Yes!” he cried out finally, back arching against his pillows, head thrashing to the side to bite down hard against the inside of his own cheek, tasting blood. The shudders vibrated their way through his limbs, his hand suddenly coated with sticky fluid, his lower body clenching tightly around his fingers. His breathing had ceased to function, heart pounding furiously against his chest as pleasure blossomed throughout every single one of his nerves. For a moment he almost felt as though he was going to black out, that he was surely going to pass out from lack of oxygen, but then the world began to trickle back into focus, the mind-numbing waves of pleasuring ebbing away to leave him completely limp against his sheets, hands falling from his tender flesh to lay near his head.
“Gods,” he moaned quietly, opening his eyes to look down at the mess he’d made of himself. There were glistening smears of come all over his belly, sweat beading up on his thighs to roll uncomfortably down between legs littered with tiny little scrapes and scratches. Ichigo, feeling suddenly bold, ran his fingers through the thick substance puddled on his abdomen and brought it cautiously to his tongue, licking it delicately. It tasted…kind of bitter…sort of tart…not the most awful thing he’d ever put into his mouth. Not all together unpleasant. Doable.
Finding himself drifting closer and closer to sleep, he was nearly gone when a sharp breeze blew through his window, cascading across his sweaty skin and leaving him shivering with cold. He needed to get cleaned up and maybe then he could pass out for the night, allow his body to lie heavy and dreamless until morning came and he was forced to get out of bed.
Sleep in mind, he grabbed the fluffy black robe from the chair against his desk, pulling it around his naked body and opening the door with a quiet creak.
“What the hell?!” he cried, nearly tripping over an unconscious form near the door, jumping away with an expression of absolute horror. “Goat-face?!”
And there was Kurosaki Isshin, sprawled out on his stomach, butt sticking high up in the air as he drooled all over himself, completely unconscious and looking as though he’d been struck on the head with a large, blunt object. Ichigo was about to wake him up when he heard a small cough come from the room down the hall, glancing up to see Karin with a wooden bat in her hand, a triumphant gleam in her eye.
“He was trying to listen in,” she explained simply. “I thought you needed a little privacy to finish up your business. Just leave him there, it’ll teach him a lesson.”
And with that she shrugged and turned back towards her room, shutting the door quietly and leaving Ichigo alone in the darkened hallway. Seconds ticked by until finally the laughter started bubbling up in the back of his throat, rolling his eyes and strolling away from his father who was only now starting to stir into wakefulness.
“What did I doooooooo Karinnnnnn???!!"
Mmmmm...solo action for Ichi was FUN to write.
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Cherry!
