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conjure_lass) wrote2008-10-16 04:29 pm
conjure_lass) wrote2008-10-16 04:29 pm
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Fic: Just Desserts Arc: Passionfruit Part 2
Author: Conjure Lass!
Title: Passionfruit
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Uraichi
Warnings: Anal, Oral, Yaoi, Toy Play…all the good stuff!!
Summary: …And Ichigo thought he’d just get help with his homework!
Author's Notes:Holy shit!!! This thing is a monster! Please forgive the fact that it’s broken up into two pieces because Passionfruit’s word count toppled 12k. It’s THAT LONG. I worked SO hard on this! I really hope you all enjoy!
“Allow me.” Kisuke smiled softly, reaching down under the futon. Ichigo’s eyes followed his reach, confused for a moment before he realized what the blonde had pulled from below them. A small vibrator and a jar of some kind of strange colored gel were quickly deposited beside them on the bed, Ichigo glancing at Urahara nervously before looking back at the conspicuous items. He could only assume those were for him. “Those are for later, don’t worry about them right now.”
Ichigo couldn’t help but think that might be hard to do until Kisuke’s hands that had been kept mostly to himself went straight up his shirt, their lips finding one another again after the offending article of clothing was lifted over his head. Heat exploded in his skin when a blonde head dipped down and ran an experimental tongue over his right nipple, making Ichigo spread his legs further to allow more room for Kisuke to work as his breath came out in a deep sigh. The tongue didn’t linger nearly long enough, causing a disapproving sound to bubble up from his throat that was met with a pleased chuckle from his lover.
He wasn’t sure if he loved the sound of Urahara’s amusement or hated it because it was keeping him from getting what he wanted…
“Who’s overeager now?” Kisuke moved back up to Ichigo’s mouth, letting his tongue slip in for a few breathless moments before pulling away again. The teenager’s enthusiasm was positively catching, making him almost skip the foreplay all together and get down to the nitty gritty. Of course, he wasn’t going to do that. Ichigo deserved everything he could give him, and that included attention from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. That and watching the youth squirm in delight was definitely something Urahara wanted to indulge in.
Without thought he plunged his nose into Ichigo’s hair, breathing in the faint smell of almond as his hands roamed freely over his bare skin. Kisuke had long ago decided that he had never felt skin as soft as Ichigo’s in his entire life, no matter how many people he had touched, no matter how pampered they had been. Hard training and the rigors of the sword hadn’t marred the sweet perfection of the neck he now trailed his lips down or the supple texture of his inner arms. Kisuke licked at the bend of his elbow, setting teeth down into the sensitive crook until the redhead bucked upwards, looking down at him with dazed eyes.
“There’s more to lovemaking than the obvious,” Kisuke murmured, lips moving further down to pay special attention to Ichigo’s wrists, kissing along the deep blue vein, before moving to suck one by one on his fingers. Ichigo moaned softly at that, turning his hand in Urahara’s grasp and running his fingertip along the roof of his mouth. There was a flush creeping along his tan cheeks as he sat up slightly to watch Kisuke work, locking their gazes together as Urahara traveled further down the flat stomach to pause at the waistband of a pair of tight blue jeans.
Ichigo’s gaze became a little unsure when Kisuke’s tongue came out to tease at the button of his pants, fingers digging harshly into Urahara’s hair when his cheek brushed firmly along the younger man’s still-covered erection. He had the look of a drowning man, brown eyes glittering with barely suppressed desire, his breaths coming more and more shallowly with each passing moment. And Kisuke smirked up into that beautiful face, tugging the dark pants slowly down his legs, all the while his teeth and tongue were nibbling soft lines down his inner thighs. Every so often he’d nip a little harder at the fragile skin, watching as Ichigo fell backward onto the pillows, his adam’s apple bobbing as he attempted to swallow. His attempts failed however when Urahara reached up to the waistband of his boxers, giving them an experimental tug just to get the young man’s full attention.
“Kisuke?” Ichigo questioned from above, blinking down at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. Virginal. Deliciously inexperienced.
“Everything‘s all right.” Kisuke smiled warmly, sliding the fabric (little penguins how adorable) in the same direction as the pants, allowing his palms to admire the solid muscles of Ichigo’s thighs before depositing the undergarments onto the floor. Ichigo naked was…absolutely the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen, and he expressed that realization instantly by lavishing his body with further attention. Everything from the back of his knees to the (apparently ticklish) ankles received Kisuke’s mouth until the redhead was quivering underneath him, soft moans filling the air with a sweet song and his tanned, flushed skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
“I…I,” Ichigo stuttered somewhat unintelligibly, tugging at Kisuke’s hair in an impatient way and spreading his legs more widely. Kisuke got the message loud and clear. Stop teasing. In all actuality, his own control was starting to unravel a little bit, the desire to take the redhead’s length in his mouth and make him beg becoming an almost tangible thing. There was a possessive need rising up in his body, heat oozing from his every pore…and all he could think was how desperately he wanted a taste of Kurosaki Ichigo.
The flavor was tart, like straight pineapple juice, as he closed his mouth over the weeping tip of Ichigo’s cock, grinning around the flesh when his actions were met with a loud round of cursing and moaning. His own cock twitched pleasurably when the fingers in his hair moved back up to their owner, one digging into orange locks and tugging painfully tight while the other was shoved into his open mouth and sucked on in a way that made every nerve in Urahara‘s body blaze to life. At that moment he could imagine what his own flesh would feel like in Ichigo’s mouth, his own dick being consumed little by little into that wet heat, the way those brown eyes would look buried in his crotch. Each time Kisuke’s nose would brush the curls at the base of Ichigo’s cock, he would bite down on his fingers, moans becoming louder the faster Kisuke moved, a small trickle of blood dripping down towards his palm with each throaty exclamation of desire.
“Stop.” Urahara pulled off the now steadily leaking dick to grab Ichigo’s hand and wrench it from his mouth, slowly licking off the blood and pressing their lips together somewhat harshly. The taste of the blood seemed to affect the younger man, and before Kisuke knew what had happened a loud growl was vibrating through Ichigo’s chest and he found himself laying on his back staring up at him. It was a welcome change…Ichigo looked gorgeous straddling his hips naked. “Well,” he chuckled, reaching behind him to slap playfully at Ichigo’s thigh. “I must say the view from the bottom is even better than I imagined it would be…”
“That so?” Ichigo was still breathing heavily, licking at his lips as his hands moved down to Kisuke’s pants, pushing them down until his hipbones were completely exposed and traces of blonde pubic hair could be seen above the rim of the fabric. “You fantasized about me like this?”
“Absolutely.” Kisuke’s breath froze in his throat when Ichigo’s hands dropped lower, pushing his loose samue pants completely off and exposing him to the cool air that was nearly painful against his burning skin. It was then that he noticed that he too was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead and nearly blocking his view of the beautiful creature looking…somewhat confused…on top of his body. Unable to resist teasing him a bit, Kisuke snickered softly and raised a pale eyebrow. “What’s wrong Ichi-chan? Got on top and now don’t know what to do?”
“Shut up, you‘re not so unaffected,” Ichigo replied, shifting his thighs slightly so that their cocks pushed against one another. Both of them hissed at the sensation, Ichigo leaning forward to nuzzle at the base of Urahara’s throat that had been exposed when he pushed his head backwards into the pillow. Unable to stop his hands from moving, he found himself pulling rhythmically at Ichigo’s hips to get more friction, rocking upwards into the heat to be found between the young man’s legs.
He hadn’t gotten very far when Ichigo began to go on the move, scooting farther down his body raining kisses and licks wherever he landed. It had been a long time since a lover had paid Kisuke’s body this kind of tender attention, and he practically purred at the feeling of shy lips passing over his abdomen and the sensual feel of soft spiky hair brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Of course, he might have liked Ichigo to go in for the kill so to speak, but the redhead seemed content avoiding that particular area of interest for the time being. And really? Kisuke wasn’t all that interested in rushing him. The fact that Ichigo was even between his legs was a miracle unto itself.
Who would have thought that the prudish young man who blushed at the sight of any naked flesh would now be…holy shit…!
All coherent thought fled his mind when he felt sharp canines sink into his inner thigh, quickly going upwards and setting a dark mark into his hipbone. Marked. Though he tried to hold it in, he found it almost impossible to keep a small whimper from coming out, control slipping through his fingers for the briefest of moments as he almost violently flipped them over and bit down on Ichigo’s bottom lip to make room for his tongue to plunge in. His fingers dug hard into the younger man‘s hips, drinking in the surprised moan from below when he scraped his nails down Ichigo’s abdomen and tugged on the nest of orange hair between his legs. The redhead obviously hadn’t been expecting such an enthusiastic response, but they didn’t know each other as lovers so it was only normal that there would be a few surprises in store for the both of them.
Though Urahara had a feeling the bigger surprises would be more for his virginal lover than himself.
“Kisuke! God…that…,” Ichigo gasped, tossing his head from side to side at the dual pleasure and pain of his pubic hair being so roughly handled. It was all so absolutely foreign, this electricity running through his veins, the feel of small, rolling waves lapping at the edge of every single one of his muscles, the pulse beneath his skin fluttering headily. A pulse that was rapidly speeding up as he was prompted to spread his legs wider for his blonde lover to move firmly in between, the silver vibrator that had been previously ignored held delicately in his hand. And the jar of lube was being unscrewed…and…and…oh holy shit…
This was happening…
“Smell? I made it for you.” Kisuke lifted his fingers up to Ichigo’s nose, smearing some lube directly onto the tip of it with a sensual laugh. To his surprise, the slick substance actually smelled pretty good, like soft orange blossoms or some kind of delicate musk. Nothing too fancy, nothing too potent. Just right. He’d kind of been expecting something that smelled like candy or some frou-frou shit like that. Ichigo smiled and reached down, putting his hand on the top of Kisuke’s head and nodding shortly in silent assent.
Ichigo was certain that there had to be very few things in life that were as sexy as Urahara Kisuke sucking on a vibrator like a lollipop and staring at you like he wanted to fuck you through the floor. He watched, enraptured, as the thin silver toy disappeared repeatedly into the blonde’s mouth, finally being removed with a wet pop and a trail of saliva from its shiny tip to Urahara’s tongue. In fact, he was so enthralled with watching the dirty display, his cheeks feeling as though they had caught on fire, that he failed to notice the wandering hand getting closer and closer to his ass…until it was too late and…
“Whoa!” Ichigo jerked slightly backwards, scattering the pillows a bit as he felt a cool trail of goo slide down behind his balls, shivering when the hand paused in its exploration. Kisuke looked up at him, the question plainly written on his face, no words necessary to express his query.
Should I stop?
This wasn’t a big deal, Ichigo thought…he’d done it to himself after all…but this was so different! There was a living, breathing, gorgeous man perched like some kind of sexual fantasy come to life between his thighs, touching him in his most intimate areas with skilled hands. Areas no one had ever seen except maybe his mother. It was exhilarating and frightening all at once, made his heart shudder to a screeching halt in his chest while he struggled to clear his rapidly fogging mind. Forcing himself to take a steadying breath, he looked down into Kisuke’s concerned gray eyes and shook his head, reaching for the older man‘s hand to guide it closer to his entrance. “No…keep going. I‘m okay.”
Kisuke gave him a dubious look but continued anyway, finally rubbing his fingertip around the delicate skin of his hole while Ichigo sucked in his breath and held it tight, hands shooting into the sheets near his head to clutch them in a white knuckled grip. He knew he probably looked ridiculous holding his breath and quivering like a frightened two-year-old, but it was the only way he was keeping himself from jumping off the futon and running into the bathroom. That might have spoiled the mood.
The first few moments of Urahara’s finger up inside his body were unsettling to say the least, but as soon as he started pumping it in and out the discomfort seemed to lessen. The pressure eased even more when Ichigo cocked his hips towards the intruding digit, dragging his hands over and over through Kisuke‘s soft, shaggy hair as another finger was added. Unable to retain eye contact with his lover, he turned his head and pushed his cheek into the pillow, savoring how cool it was against his skin as he panted breathlessly against the pillowcase. It was starting to sting a little, and the more Kisuke thrust in the more Ichigo writhed, thighs trembling with the need to have that spot hit…the need to feel those white-hot blasts of pleasure jump through every pore. He wanted it, why wasn’t he getting it? Urahara had to know how to reach it…why was he teasing him?
Moaning loudly, his eyes shot open wide when he felt something metallic and cold push slowly into his body, sitting up rapidly on his elbows to stare down at the toy disappearing inside of him. It was bigger than two fingers, though not as big as the erection hanging thick and heavy between Kisuke’s legs (intimidating to say the least), and he pulled the older man’s mouth up to his own to try to distract himself from the growing burn. Everything was all right, everything was all right, everything was all right…
It took a few plunges before the vibrator was moving steadily, but once it was the pleasure quickly began to rise, overwhelming his senses before he even knew what was going on. He could barely perceive anything beyond the tingling feel of desire prickling along his skin, hardly felt it when Kisuke glided up his body until their erections slid against one another’s in a way that made him moan the older man’s name. His own voice sounded strange to him, distant to his ears as though it wasn’t his voice at all. It was detached from him…
“That’s right Ichi,” Kisuke purred in his ear, voice low and full of gravel, tongue lapping out against his jaw line. “Scream for me…does it feel good?”
Ichigo nodded helplessly, arching up into the pale body above him as the vibrator was turned on and stroked at that spot…finally…all at the same time. A cry erupted from his lips, cock throbbing painfully as the area was repeatedly hit, Urahara’s voice still whispering words of encouragement and adoration in his ear.
“Do you know how many times I fantasized about you?” Kisuke breathed, sucking on the base of Ichigo’s neck. “ How absolutely erotic you are right now? How many times I came in my own hand thinking about how you’d look when I fucked you?”
Ichigo did know…because he’d felt the same way. Everything his imagination could have come up with did not compare to this moment, the overwhelming feel of having the person he loved most in the world focused on nothing but their mutual pleasure, the drowning lust racing through him like a drug. It was everything, and nothing, like he’d imagined it would be. Unique. Just like Kisuke. Flawless in its imperfection. Just like their relationship.
Ichigo reached down on pure instinct, wrapping his hand firmly around Kisuke’s leaking cock to give it a not-so-gentle tug. He wanted it. Now. He was ready. No more waiting. He was dying for it. He didn’t care if it hurt or not! Now! The older man shuddered and cursed quietly above him, the vibrator hesitating a little in Urahara’s grasp. Using that as an opening, Ichigo reached over and dipped his fingers into the jar of lube, speedily moving it back to Kisuke’s erection and smearing the slick substance over his skin with an impatient growl. With that out of the way he pulled their mouths together again, conveying without words what he desperately desired.
“Now,” he gasped out, nodding as Kisuke pulled back with a half-feral look in his eyes. “Now?”
The moment Ichigo’s hand had touched his cock, Kisuke knew his already severely frayed control was doomed. All his careful restrictions, all the locks he’d placed to keep his emotions in check, burst brutally open, and he was left with nothing but raw longing for the young man panting into his mouth and moaning into his ear. He pulled the vibrator, still on, from Ichigo’s body, tossing it somewhere onto the floor with a noisy clatter. The redhead whimpered in disapproval, making Kisuke smile softly and regain a little bit of himself.
“If you thought that was good, having me inside you will be a hundred times better,” he promised, rubbing soothing circles on Ichigo’s flat belly. Leaning forward until their forehead’s touched, he waited for Ichigo‘s gaze to meet his own before speaking again, failing to keep the excited quiver out of his voice. “How do you want it Ichigo?”
“Huh?” Ichigo answered somewhat unintelligibly, shaking his head even as his eyes glazed over further. “I don’t…”
“On your back? On your belly?” Urahara kissed him again, rolling his tongue into the mouth below while grinding their erections together at a swiftly increasing rate. Ichigo’s skin was becoming almost burning hot to the touch beneath his fingers, his tongue diving into Kisuke’s mouth with growing urgency. Neither of them could wait much longer, that much was obvious. He pulled away from the kiss, completely breathless, with a frustrated growl. For all his bravado, for all his experience, for all his vaunted intelligence, he still didn’t quite know how to proceed. He needed to hear it from Ichigo, needed to hear the words that would allow him to do what his body was screaming for. Kisuke had no idea why, but just this once, just this one time, he desperately needed permission. “Damn it Kurosaki Ichigo…tell me how you want me to fuck you!”
“Anyway you want! Just do it!” Ichigo cried out, wrapping his long arms around Kisuke’s neck and burying his face in his neck. “Please…now…”
Not exactly what he’d been looking for, but good enough.
Ignoring the surprised (and nervous) murmurs from Ichigo, he shifted their bodies until they were on their sides and he was behind the younger man, chest to his back, slowly drawing one tanned leg upwards by the back of his knee. Instantly he felt the redhead tense in his grasp, leaning down to rain calming kisses onto the side of his neck while prompting Ichigo to relax his muscles and let Kisuke hold the leg up on his own. After what had to be a full minute Ichigo did just that, the weight of his leg becoming heavier in Urahara’s hand, allowing him to spread Ichigo’s thighs further apart and position his cock where it needed to be.
“I love you Ichigo,” Kisuke whispered into his ear, smiling when Ichigo laughed softly and let his face fall forward, hiding his expression almost completely from Urahara’s view. “It’s okay…you can hide for a little while…”
With that he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, pushing past the first incredibly taut ring of muscle and into what had to be the tightest, most intensely hot body he‘d ever felt. Beside him Ichigo hissed in pain, every limb shaking as Kisuke paused, trying desperately to catch his breath amidst the rush of unbelievable sensations. He hadn’t expected it to be quite like this. Even in his fantasies he wouldn’t have believed it to feel like this, and he bit his lip painfully to keep himself from pushing all the rest of the way in without regard for the younger man’s physical well being.
“Come on,” Ichigo squeezed out through clenched teeth, his orange hair falling into his face so that Urahara couldn’t look over his shoulder and see his eyes. It didn’t matter though, the order had been given and he was quick to obey, pushing in the rest of the way until he felt their hips hit one another.
“Oh gods,” Kisuke groaned, feeling the muscles around his cock contract as Ichigo shifted his hips experimentally. It was almost too much. Even for him. All the months of waiting and fantasizing and wanting and pining had finally come down to this one moment and he was…completely blown away. He could barely breath, could barely think, could barely do anything other than hold onto the last shred of control that was held like a fragile string of spider web between his fingers. He didn’t want to hurt Ichigo…don’t hurt Ichigo…don’t hurt Ichi…don’t hurt…
Much to Kisuke’s surprise (and delight), it was Ichigo that began to get impatient for movement, rocking his hips backwards in an attempt to gain the friction they both so desperately needed. It was…a welcome relief, and soon Kisuke was slowly pumping his hips to the rhythm that Ichigo had set, not going any faster than the younger man was comfortable with. It was an easy pace, steady and unhurried, but it was still movement, and it still felt like the most magnificent thing in the entire world.
Ichigo was moaning deep in his throat, arching his neck towards Kisuke’s lips, and he greedily took advantage of the offer, sucking so hard that he left a deep pink mark in his wake on the flawless skin. Magnificent. Sweet submission. Deciding to take the reins a bit, he snapped his hips forward sharply, drawing a throaty cry from the other man that mingled with the sound of their sweaty skin slapping together. It was a delicious symphony, and it prompted Urahara to move a faster pace, heaving even more sounds from those perfect lips; cries of his name, curses, promises, everything he wanted to hear. Everything he’d imagined plus more. He didn’t care about the slow pace anymore, his body was moving on pure instinct now, and from the way Ichigo was reaching back to hook his elbow around his neck and claw at his hair, he didn’t really mind either.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ichigo repeated like a mantra, not knowing what he was saying or caring in the least. He was past that. He was past everything but the razor thin line of hedonism he now walked upon. It felt, with every push, like Kisuke was somehow getting deeper into his body, incredible waves of bliss driving him to the point where he didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain coursing through his veins anymore…but he didn’t want it to stop. That was all he knew. He just didn’t want to stop.
“I want to see you,” Kisuke moaned into Ichigo’s ear, covering it with his tongue’s attention, panting all manner of obscenities into the shell. At first Ichigo wasn’t sure what he meant, he was having trouble thinking clearly, but then the realization dawned on him and he nodded dazedly, allowing himself to be pushed onto his back with the taller man instantly between his thighs.
Everything was different from his angle he noted, his legs were free to wrap around Kisuke’s waist and control how far away he wanted to allow the blonde to be, his hands able to touch and feel at the older man‘s body. And he did just that, reaching up with his arms and legs to pull his lover closer, dragging him in for kisses that were more teeth and saliva than an actual pressing of lips, moans and sharp cries caught between their tongues as they rocked together. Kisuke’s movements were taking on a note of urgency inside him, big hands lifting up Ichigo’s ass to adjust the angle of his thrusts and…holy…shit…
“Kisuke! Gods…please, harder…again!” he heard himself begging, reaching up to rake his nails down the pale shoulders above him. Everything was slowing down, focusing, narrowing to nothing. Time itself could have stopped and he probably wouldn’t have noticed, his attentions were fixated entirely on the man slamming forcefully into him, the scent of sex filling his nostrils, and the sound of Kisuke moaning somewhat raucously with each shallow breath that he took. Every thrust was hitting that spot, every thrust was making Ichigo get louder, see spots, feel his muscles contract, and he knew that if he didn’t come soon he would probably die.
Or at least that’s how it felt.
“Make me come, make me come, make me come!” He cried out, turning pleading eyes up to his lover who looked as though he was just about as close to the edge as Ichigo was, gray eyes partially hidden by the sweaty hair tangled against his forehead. Ichigo needed it, he had to have it, Kisuke had to be able to see how badly he needed it, he was going to die, he would die, he would die…
“Kisuke! Please…!” He cupped the taller man’s face in his hands, instantly feeling a strong fist wrap around his cock and stroke it in a way that sent him flying towards his limit and almost over it, teetering so close, so close, so close, so close…
And then he was gone, head wrenching backwards into the pillow, Kisuke leaning forward to bite down hard at his neck as Ichigo emptied himself onto his own stomach with a cry loud enough that he heard his voice shudder and break. Nothing could compare to this, not a hundred bankai, not a thousand lost keys, not a million victories in battle…nothing. This had to be, without doubt, the best he’d felt in his entire life. He would have wanted it to go on forever…
But it was over too soon…
He came down from his high to the feeling of Kisuke still thrusting hard inside him and the older man’s pale fingertips trailing through the sticky mess on his belly to shove them firmly into Ichigo’s mouth. Ichigo eagerly sucked on the offering, his arousal rising again at the flavor of his own come, tangy and pungent on his tongue. Smirking over Kisuke’s palm, he locked their gazes together and bit down hard on his fingers, watching the gray eyes widen and shimmer with some unknown emotion. Kisuke looked as though he’d been struck by a mack truck, his spine going rigid before burying his face into Ichigo’s shoulder and letting loose a loud, strangled cry of his name. In response Ichigo tightened his arms and legs around the taller body, pulling Kisuke as close as he could manage while the blonde shuddered and jerked involuntarily against him, his muscles finally relaxing in Ichigo’s grasp with a highly contented sigh.
“Ichigo…I…,” he panted, collapsing on top of Ichigo’s body and mashing their lips together somewhat clumsily.
“I know,” Ichigo cut him off before he could stumble on any further, smiling up into the kiss with a soft chuckle. It was then that he noticed how badly his legs were shaking from the exertion of holding onto Kisuke‘s waist, and so he slowly allowed them to unclasp, falling gracelessly back onto the bed. Every muscle in his body was a little sore, and an ache was already building up at the base of his spine, but all in all he felt…fantastic. Content. Satiated. Satisfied. Relaxed. All that shit.
A gentle nuzzle at his neck prompted him to look over at his lover who was somewhat sleepily attempting to pull the covers up over their still-sweaty bodies before finally admitting defeat and burrowing deeper into Ichigo’s side, muttering all manner of loving declarations into his skin. Ichigo reached out to trace the small smile on Kisuke’s lips with his fingertips, feeling his body growing heavy with each passing moment as his mind thrummed peaceful and even. Apparently neither one of them were much for pillow talk, because before long Ichigo was nodding off, wrapping his arms securely around the blonde’s waist after heaving the covers the rest of the way up. Immediately warmth surrounded him…and all he could feel was satiation…the luscious sensation of being loved…Kisuke…
There would be plenty of time for talking in the morning…
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Urahara Kisuke had never been the sort to wake up with the dawn, but the moment the sun’s first pale rays shone through the window, his eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times to get rid of the goo. They were met with an unruly tuft of orange hair beneath his chin, Ichigo shifting in his slumber to get closer, their skin rubbing pleasantly against one another‘s. He was sleeping like the dead, mouth slightly open, tiny snores emanating through parted lips. It was instantly endearing, though the drool that had dripped onto Kisuke’s chest was somewhat less so…but that was all right. Ichigo looked perfect so thoroughly mussed, and it took everything Kisuke had not to roll them over and dishevel him further, instead choosing to simply nuzzle at his temple.
“Mmmm?” Ichigo’s cedar eyes opened with a smile, tilting his head up so that he could look up into Kisuke’s face. For a few moments they stayed that way, smiling at each other like idiots and lacing their legs more firmly together, fingers tenderly tracing the planes they had mapped out the night before. It was a picturesque moment, the kind you remember in your old age and smile about, doomed to expire quickly. All too soon Ichigo was coming into full consciousness, and with lucidity came the slight frown that seemed to permanently etch his features, though they retained the relaxed, pleased quality that he’d been sleeping with before. Even Kurosaki Ichigo couldn’t scowl after a night like that.
“Hungry,” Ichigo murmured groggily, sitting up to allow the covers to fall around his waist and expose the gorgeous lines of muscle highlighted by budding morning light. Kisuke was staring blatantly (who wouldn’t?) when the younger man glanced over his shoulder and raised an orange eyebrow mischievously. “You know, I didn’t bring any spare clothes…we may have to lounge around naked all weekend.”
“I would not protest.” Kisuke smiled, shaking his head to dislodge some of his shaggy hair from his forehead. He actually felt a bit filthy, his skin still a little sticky and blotches of bodily fluid dried into itchy patches on unmentionable areas…he needed a shower. Mmmm…Ichigo in a shower...genius! He was about to suggest just that when his stomach growled low in his gut, drawing his attention down to his belly. “But first, let’s get some food before I pass out.”
Of course, Ichigo didn’t wander around naked outside, so after scouring through Kisuke’s closet (and a quick shower to wash off the dried come) he finally found a few items of clothing deemed acceptable to go out in public in. Granted, they’d had to find a belt to hold up the loose-fitting blue cargo pants, and the polo shirt was a little baggy, but all in all Ichigo was still the most gorgeous man Kisuke had ever seen. He even looked good shoving his mouth full of the sweet paste filled pancakes they‘d gotten from a street vendor, a few crumbs sticking precariously his lips, small noises of approval coming from his throat.
It was in that moment, as Ichigo stared out across the river, chewing almost contemplatively, that Kisuke really got the full picture, the whole view, the entire tapestry. Maybe it was just “the morning after” influencing him a bit…but in that brief span of time, he would have sworn that he really saw Ichigo. The scowl, the determination, the affection, the passion, the way his eyes sparkled when he knew he was right, the way his face fell when he was defeated, the way he looked in the seconds before their lips met and the soft glances he sent at Kisuke when he thought no one was looking. All of it. The moment was like a photograph in his mind, worth more than a million words; and it was sort of like seeing Ichigo for the first time, sort of like watching a brand new story unfold even though he‘d witnessed it a hundred times. And Ichigo was the last missing puzzle piece in his life and the first piece of his new one, and he was perfect and flawed and broken and frustrating and everything Urahara had ever wanted and with a startled gasp Kisuke realized…
That he never wanted to be with anyone else.
“What’s wrong?” Ichigo turned to him, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, cocking his head in a concerned way. “You okay?”
Kisuke nodded numbly, leaning forward to brush their lips together in spite of Ichigo’s protests that they were in public. Urahara didn’t care; he pressed their mouths together harder until the redhead’s inhibitions were gone and they were flush together, pulling away fractionally to stare into amused brown eyes.
“What was that for?”
“I need a reason?” Kisuke responded with a wink. “You’re mine after all. I can kiss you anytime I see fit.”
“Yeah.” The blush again. That incorrigible innocence.
“Ichigo?”
“Hmm?”
“What would your father say to you moving in with me?”
Back to Passionfruit Part I!
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Cherry!
Title: Passionfruit
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Uraichi
Warnings: Anal, Oral, Yaoi, Toy Play…all the good stuff!!
Summary: …And Ichigo thought he’d just get help with his homework!
Author's Notes:Holy shit!!! This thing is a monster! Please forgive the fact that it’s broken up into two pieces because Passionfruit’s word count toppled 12k. It’s THAT LONG. I worked SO hard on this! I really hope you all enjoy!
“Allow me.” Kisuke smiled softly, reaching down under the futon. Ichigo’s eyes followed his reach, confused for a moment before he realized what the blonde had pulled from below them. A small vibrator and a jar of some kind of strange colored gel were quickly deposited beside them on the bed, Ichigo glancing at Urahara nervously before looking back at the conspicuous items. He could only assume those were for him. “Those are for later, don’t worry about them right now.”
Ichigo couldn’t help but think that might be hard to do until Kisuke’s hands that had been kept mostly to himself went straight up his shirt, their lips finding one another again after the offending article of clothing was lifted over his head. Heat exploded in his skin when a blonde head dipped down and ran an experimental tongue over his right nipple, making Ichigo spread his legs further to allow more room for Kisuke to work as his breath came out in a deep sigh. The tongue didn’t linger nearly long enough, causing a disapproving sound to bubble up from his throat that was met with a pleased chuckle from his lover.
He wasn’t sure if he loved the sound of Urahara’s amusement or hated it because it was keeping him from getting what he wanted…
“Who’s overeager now?” Kisuke moved back up to Ichigo’s mouth, letting his tongue slip in for a few breathless moments before pulling away again. The teenager’s enthusiasm was positively catching, making him almost skip the foreplay all together and get down to the nitty gritty. Of course, he wasn’t going to do that. Ichigo deserved everything he could give him, and that included attention from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. That and watching the youth squirm in delight was definitely something Urahara wanted to indulge in.
Without thought he plunged his nose into Ichigo’s hair, breathing in the faint smell of almond as his hands roamed freely over his bare skin. Kisuke had long ago decided that he had never felt skin as soft as Ichigo’s in his entire life, no matter how many people he had touched, no matter how pampered they had been. Hard training and the rigors of the sword hadn’t marred the sweet perfection of the neck he now trailed his lips down or the supple texture of his inner arms. Kisuke licked at the bend of his elbow, setting teeth down into the sensitive crook until the redhead bucked upwards, looking down at him with dazed eyes.
“There’s more to lovemaking than the obvious,” Kisuke murmured, lips moving further down to pay special attention to Ichigo’s wrists, kissing along the deep blue vein, before moving to suck one by one on his fingers. Ichigo moaned softly at that, turning his hand in Urahara’s grasp and running his fingertip along the roof of his mouth. There was a flush creeping along his tan cheeks as he sat up slightly to watch Kisuke work, locking their gazes together as Urahara traveled further down the flat stomach to pause at the waistband of a pair of tight blue jeans.
Ichigo’s gaze became a little unsure when Kisuke’s tongue came out to tease at the button of his pants, fingers digging harshly into Urahara’s hair when his cheek brushed firmly along the younger man’s still-covered erection. He had the look of a drowning man, brown eyes glittering with barely suppressed desire, his breaths coming more and more shallowly with each passing moment. And Kisuke smirked up into that beautiful face, tugging the dark pants slowly down his legs, all the while his teeth and tongue were nibbling soft lines down his inner thighs. Every so often he’d nip a little harder at the fragile skin, watching as Ichigo fell backward onto the pillows, his adam’s apple bobbing as he attempted to swallow. His attempts failed however when Urahara reached up to the waistband of his boxers, giving them an experimental tug just to get the young man’s full attention.
“Kisuke?” Ichigo questioned from above, blinking down at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. Virginal. Deliciously inexperienced.
“Everything‘s all right.” Kisuke smiled warmly, sliding the fabric (little penguins how adorable) in the same direction as the pants, allowing his palms to admire the solid muscles of Ichigo’s thighs before depositing the undergarments onto the floor. Ichigo naked was…absolutely the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen, and he expressed that realization instantly by lavishing his body with further attention. Everything from the back of his knees to the (apparently ticklish) ankles received Kisuke’s mouth until the redhead was quivering underneath him, soft moans filling the air with a sweet song and his tanned, flushed skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
“I…I,” Ichigo stuttered somewhat unintelligibly, tugging at Kisuke’s hair in an impatient way and spreading his legs more widely. Kisuke got the message loud and clear. Stop teasing. In all actuality, his own control was starting to unravel a little bit, the desire to take the redhead’s length in his mouth and make him beg becoming an almost tangible thing. There was a possessive need rising up in his body, heat oozing from his every pore…and all he could think was how desperately he wanted a taste of Kurosaki Ichigo.
The flavor was tart, like straight pineapple juice, as he closed his mouth over the weeping tip of Ichigo’s cock, grinning around the flesh when his actions were met with a loud round of cursing and moaning. His own cock twitched pleasurably when the fingers in his hair moved back up to their owner, one digging into orange locks and tugging painfully tight while the other was shoved into his open mouth and sucked on in a way that made every nerve in Urahara‘s body blaze to life. At that moment he could imagine what his own flesh would feel like in Ichigo’s mouth, his own dick being consumed little by little into that wet heat, the way those brown eyes would look buried in his crotch. Each time Kisuke’s nose would brush the curls at the base of Ichigo’s cock, he would bite down on his fingers, moans becoming louder the faster Kisuke moved, a small trickle of blood dripping down towards his palm with each throaty exclamation of desire.
“Stop.” Urahara pulled off the now steadily leaking dick to grab Ichigo’s hand and wrench it from his mouth, slowly licking off the blood and pressing their lips together somewhat harshly. The taste of the blood seemed to affect the younger man, and before Kisuke knew what had happened a loud growl was vibrating through Ichigo’s chest and he found himself laying on his back staring up at him. It was a welcome change…Ichigo looked gorgeous straddling his hips naked. “Well,” he chuckled, reaching behind him to slap playfully at Ichigo’s thigh. “I must say the view from the bottom is even better than I imagined it would be…”
“That so?” Ichigo was still breathing heavily, licking at his lips as his hands moved down to Kisuke’s pants, pushing them down until his hipbones were completely exposed and traces of blonde pubic hair could be seen above the rim of the fabric. “You fantasized about me like this?”
“Absolutely.” Kisuke’s breath froze in his throat when Ichigo’s hands dropped lower, pushing his loose samue pants completely off and exposing him to the cool air that was nearly painful against his burning skin. It was then that he noticed that he too was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead and nearly blocking his view of the beautiful creature looking…somewhat confused…on top of his body. Unable to resist teasing him a bit, Kisuke snickered softly and raised a pale eyebrow. “What’s wrong Ichi-chan? Got on top and now don’t know what to do?”
“Shut up, you‘re not so unaffected,” Ichigo replied, shifting his thighs slightly so that their cocks pushed against one another. Both of them hissed at the sensation, Ichigo leaning forward to nuzzle at the base of Urahara’s throat that had been exposed when he pushed his head backwards into the pillow. Unable to stop his hands from moving, he found himself pulling rhythmically at Ichigo’s hips to get more friction, rocking upwards into the heat to be found between the young man’s legs.
He hadn’t gotten very far when Ichigo began to go on the move, scooting farther down his body raining kisses and licks wherever he landed. It had been a long time since a lover had paid Kisuke’s body this kind of tender attention, and he practically purred at the feeling of shy lips passing over his abdomen and the sensual feel of soft spiky hair brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Of course, he might have liked Ichigo to go in for the kill so to speak, but the redhead seemed content avoiding that particular area of interest for the time being. And really? Kisuke wasn’t all that interested in rushing him. The fact that Ichigo was even between his legs was a miracle unto itself.
Who would have thought that the prudish young man who blushed at the sight of any naked flesh would now be…holy shit…!
All coherent thought fled his mind when he felt sharp canines sink into his inner thigh, quickly going upwards and setting a dark mark into his hipbone. Marked. Though he tried to hold it in, he found it almost impossible to keep a small whimper from coming out, control slipping through his fingers for the briefest of moments as he almost violently flipped them over and bit down on Ichigo’s bottom lip to make room for his tongue to plunge in. His fingers dug hard into the younger man‘s hips, drinking in the surprised moan from below when he scraped his nails down Ichigo’s abdomen and tugged on the nest of orange hair between his legs. The redhead obviously hadn’t been expecting such an enthusiastic response, but they didn’t know each other as lovers so it was only normal that there would be a few surprises in store for the both of them.
Though Urahara had a feeling the bigger surprises would be more for his virginal lover than himself.
“Kisuke! God…that…,” Ichigo gasped, tossing his head from side to side at the dual pleasure and pain of his pubic hair being so roughly handled. It was all so absolutely foreign, this electricity running through his veins, the feel of small, rolling waves lapping at the edge of every single one of his muscles, the pulse beneath his skin fluttering headily. A pulse that was rapidly speeding up as he was prompted to spread his legs wider for his blonde lover to move firmly in between, the silver vibrator that had been previously ignored held delicately in his hand. And the jar of lube was being unscrewed…and…and…oh holy shit…
This was happening…
“Smell? I made it for you.” Kisuke lifted his fingers up to Ichigo’s nose, smearing some lube directly onto the tip of it with a sensual laugh. To his surprise, the slick substance actually smelled pretty good, like soft orange blossoms or some kind of delicate musk. Nothing too fancy, nothing too potent. Just right. He’d kind of been expecting something that smelled like candy or some frou-frou shit like that. Ichigo smiled and reached down, putting his hand on the top of Kisuke’s head and nodding shortly in silent assent.
Ichigo was certain that there had to be very few things in life that were as sexy as Urahara Kisuke sucking on a vibrator like a lollipop and staring at you like he wanted to fuck you through the floor. He watched, enraptured, as the thin silver toy disappeared repeatedly into the blonde’s mouth, finally being removed with a wet pop and a trail of saliva from its shiny tip to Urahara’s tongue. In fact, he was so enthralled with watching the dirty display, his cheeks feeling as though they had caught on fire, that he failed to notice the wandering hand getting closer and closer to his ass…until it was too late and…
“Whoa!” Ichigo jerked slightly backwards, scattering the pillows a bit as he felt a cool trail of goo slide down behind his balls, shivering when the hand paused in its exploration. Kisuke looked up at him, the question plainly written on his face, no words necessary to express his query.
Should I stop?
This wasn’t a big deal, Ichigo thought…he’d done it to himself after all…but this was so different! There was a living, breathing, gorgeous man perched like some kind of sexual fantasy come to life between his thighs, touching him in his most intimate areas with skilled hands. Areas no one had ever seen except maybe his mother. It was exhilarating and frightening all at once, made his heart shudder to a screeching halt in his chest while he struggled to clear his rapidly fogging mind. Forcing himself to take a steadying breath, he looked down into Kisuke’s concerned gray eyes and shook his head, reaching for the older man‘s hand to guide it closer to his entrance. “No…keep going. I‘m okay.”
Kisuke gave him a dubious look but continued anyway, finally rubbing his fingertip around the delicate skin of his hole while Ichigo sucked in his breath and held it tight, hands shooting into the sheets near his head to clutch them in a white knuckled grip. He knew he probably looked ridiculous holding his breath and quivering like a frightened two-year-old, but it was the only way he was keeping himself from jumping off the futon and running into the bathroom. That might have spoiled the mood.
The first few moments of Urahara’s finger up inside his body were unsettling to say the least, but as soon as he started pumping it in and out the discomfort seemed to lessen. The pressure eased even more when Ichigo cocked his hips towards the intruding digit, dragging his hands over and over through Kisuke‘s soft, shaggy hair as another finger was added. Unable to retain eye contact with his lover, he turned his head and pushed his cheek into the pillow, savoring how cool it was against his skin as he panted breathlessly against the pillowcase. It was starting to sting a little, and the more Kisuke thrust in the more Ichigo writhed, thighs trembling with the need to have that spot hit…the need to feel those white-hot blasts of pleasure jump through every pore. He wanted it, why wasn’t he getting it? Urahara had to know how to reach it…why was he teasing him?
Moaning loudly, his eyes shot open wide when he felt something metallic and cold push slowly into his body, sitting up rapidly on his elbows to stare down at the toy disappearing inside of him. It was bigger than two fingers, though not as big as the erection hanging thick and heavy between Kisuke’s legs (intimidating to say the least), and he pulled the older man’s mouth up to his own to try to distract himself from the growing burn. Everything was all right, everything was all right, everything was all right…
It took a few plunges before the vibrator was moving steadily, but once it was the pleasure quickly began to rise, overwhelming his senses before he even knew what was going on. He could barely perceive anything beyond the tingling feel of desire prickling along his skin, hardly felt it when Kisuke glided up his body until their erections slid against one another’s in a way that made him moan the older man’s name. His own voice sounded strange to him, distant to his ears as though it wasn’t his voice at all. It was detached from him…
“That’s right Ichi,” Kisuke purred in his ear, voice low and full of gravel, tongue lapping out against his jaw line. “Scream for me…does it feel good?”
Ichigo nodded helplessly, arching up into the pale body above him as the vibrator was turned on and stroked at that spot…finally…all at the same time. A cry erupted from his lips, cock throbbing painfully as the area was repeatedly hit, Urahara’s voice still whispering words of encouragement and adoration in his ear.
“Do you know how many times I fantasized about you?” Kisuke breathed, sucking on the base of Ichigo’s neck. “ How absolutely erotic you are right now? How many times I came in my own hand thinking about how you’d look when I fucked you?”
Ichigo did know…because he’d felt the same way. Everything his imagination could have come up with did not compare to this moment, the overwhelming feel of having the person he loved most in the world focused on nothing but their mutual pleasure, the drowning lust racing through him like a drug. It was everything, and nothing, like he’d imagined it would be. Unique. Just like Kisuke. Flawless in its imperfection. Just like their relationship.
Ichigo reached down on pure instinct, wrapping his hand firmly around Kisuke’s leaking cock to give it a not-so-gentle tug. He wanted it. Now. He was ready. No more waiting. He was dying for it. He didn’t care if it hurt or not! Now! The older man shuddered and cursed quietly above him, the vibrator hesitating a little in Urahara’s grasp. Using that as an opening, Ichigo reached over and dipped his fingers into the jar of lube, speedily moving it back to Kisuke’s erection and smearing the slick substance over his skin with an impatient growl. With that out of the way he pulled their mouths together again, conveying without words what he desperately desired.
“Now,” he gasped out, nodding as Kisuke pulled back with a half-feral look in his eyes. “Now?”
The moment Ichigo’s hand had touched his cock, Kisuke knew his already severely frayed control was doomed. All his careful restrictions, all the locks he’d placed to keep his emotions in check, burst brutally open, and he was left with nothing but raw longing for the young man panting into his mouth and moaning into his ear. He pulled the vibrator, still on, from Ichigo’s body, tossing it somewhere onto the floor with a noisy clatter. The redhead whimpered in disapproval, making Kisuke smile softly and regain a little bit of himself.
“If you thought that was good, having me inside you will be a hundred times better,” he promised, rubbing soothing circles on Ichigo’s flat belly. Leaning forward until their forehead’s touched, he waited for Ichigo‘s gaze to meet his own before speaking again, failing to keep the excited quiver out of his voice. “How do you want it Ichigo?”
“Huh?” Ichigo answered somewhat unintelligibly, shaking his head even as his eyes glazed over further. “I don’t…”
“On your back? On your belly?” Urahara kissed him again, rolling his tongue into the mouth below while grinding their erections together at a swiftly increasing rate. Ichigo’s skin was becoming almost burning hot to the touch beneath his fingers, his tongue diving into Kisuke’s mouth with growing urgency. Neither of them could wait much longer, that much was obvious. He pulled away from the kiss, completely breathless, with a frustrated growl. For all his bravado, for all his experience, for all his vaunted intelligence, he still didn’t quite know how to proceed. He needed to hear it from Ichigo, needed to hear the words that would allow him to do what his body was screaming for. Kisuke had no idea why, but just this once, just this one time, he desperately needed permission. “Damn it Kurosaki Ichigo…tell me how you want me to fuck you!”
“Anyway you want! Just do it!” Ichigo cried out, wrapping his long arms around Kisuke’s neck and burying his face in his neck. “Please…now…”
Not exactly what he’d been looking for, but good enough.
Ignoring the surprised (and nervous) murmurs from Ichigo, he shifted their bodies until they were on their sides and he was behind the younger man, chest to his back, slowly drawing one tanned leg upwards by the back of his knee. Instantly he felt the redhead tense in his grasp, leaning down to rain calming kisses onto the side of his neck while prompting Ichigo to relax his muscles and let Kisuke hold the leg up on his own. After what had to be a full minute Ichigo did just that, the weight of his leg becoming heavier in Urahara’s hand, allowing him to spread Ichigo’s thighs further apart and position his cock where it needed to be.
“I love you Ichigo,” Kisuke whispered into his ear, smiling when Ichigo laughed softly and let his face fall forward, hiding his expression almost completely from Urahara’s view. “It’s okay…you can hide for a little while…”
With that he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, pushing past the first incredibly taut ring of muscle and into what had to be the tightest, most intensely hot body he‘d ever felt. Beside him Ichigo hissed in pain, every limb shaking as Kisuke paused, trying desperately to catch his breath amidst the rush of unbelievable sensations. He hadn’t expected it to be quite like this. Even in his fantasies he wouldn’t have believed it to feel like this, and he bit his lip painfully to keep himself from pushing all the rest of the way in without regard for the younger man’s physical well being.
“Come on,” Ichigo squeezed out through clenched teeth, his orange hair falling into his face so that Urahara couldn’t look over his shoulder and see his eyes. It didn’t matter though, the order had been given and he was quick to obey, pushing in the rest of the way until he felt their hips hit one another.
“Oh gods,” Kisuke groaned, feeling the muscles around his cock contract as Ichigo shifted his hips experimentally. It was almost too much. Even for him. All the months of waiting and fantasizing and wanting and pining had finally come down to this one moment and he was…completely blown away. He could barely breath, could barely think, could barely do anything other than hold onto the last shred of control that was held like a fragile string of spider web between his fingers. He didn’t want to hurt Ichigo…don’t hurt Ichigo…don’t hurt Ichi…don’t hurt…
Much to Kisuke’s surprise (and delight), it was Ichigo that began to get impatient for movement, rocking his hips backwards in an attempt to gain the friction they both so desperately needed. It was…a welcome relief, and soon Kisuke was slowly pumping his hips to the rhythm that Ichigo had set, not going any faster than the younger man was comfortable with. It was an easy pace, steady and unhurried, but it was still movement, and it still felt like the most magnificent thing in the entire world.
Ichigo was moaning deep in his throat, arching his neck towards Kisuke’s lips, and he greedily took advantage of the offer, sucking so hard that he left a deep pink mark in his wake on the flawless skin. Magnificent. Sweet submission. Deciding to take the reins a bit, he snapped his hips forward sharply, drawing a throaty cry from the other man that mingled with the sound of their sweaty skin slapping together. It was a delicious symphony, and it prompted Urahara to move a faster pace, heaving even more sounds from those perfect lips; cries of his name, curses, promises, everything he wanted to hear. Everything he’d imagined plus more. He didn’t care about the slow pace anymore, his body was moving on pure instinct now, and from the way Ichigo was reaching back to hook his elbow around his neck and claw at his hair, he didn’t really mind either.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ichigo repeated like a mantra, not knowing what he was saying or caring in the least. He was past that. He was past everything but the razor thin line of hedonism he now walked upon. It felt, with every push, like Kisuke was somehow getting deeper into his body, incredible waves of bliss driving him to the point where he didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain coursing through his veins anymore…but he didn’t want it to stop. That was all he knew. He just didn’t want to stop.
“I want to see you,” Kisuke moaned into Ichigo’s ear, covering it with his tongue’s attention, panting all manner of obscenities into the shell. At first Ichigo wasn’t sure what he meant, he was having trouble thinking clearly, but then the realization dawned on him and he nodded dazedly, allowing himself to be pushed onto his back with the taller man instantly between his thighs.
Everything was different from his angle he noted, his legs were free to wrap around Kisuke’s waist and control how far away he wanted to allow the blonde to be, his hands able to touch and feel at the older man‘s body. And he did just that, reaching up with his arms and legs to pull his lover closer, dragging him in for kisses that were more teeth and saliva than an actual pressing of lips, moans and sharp cries caught between their tongues as they rocked together. Kisuke’s movements were taking on a note of urgency inside him, big hands lifting up Ichigo’s ass to adjust the angle of his thrusts and…holy…shit…
“Kisuke! Gods…please, harder…again!” he heard himself begging, reaching up to rake his nails down the pale shoulders above him. Everything was slowing down, focusing, narrowing to nothing. Time itself could have stopped and he probably wouldn’t have noticed, his attentions were fixated entirely on the man slamming forcefully into him, the scent of sex filling his nostrils, and the sound of Kisuke moaning somewhat raucously with each shallow breath that he took. Every thrust was hitting that spot, every thrust was making Ichigo get louder, see spots, feel his muscles contract, and he knew that if he didn’t come soon he would probably die.
Or at least that’s how it felt.
“Make me come, make me come, make me come!” He cried out, turning pleading eyes up to his lover who looked as though he was just about as close to the edge as Ichigo was, gray eyes partially hidden by the sweaty hair tangled against his forehead. Ichigo needed it, he had to have it, Kisuke had to be able to see how badly he needed it, he was going to die, he would die, he would die…
“Kisuke! Please…!” He cupped the taller man’s face in his hands, instantly feeling a strong fist wrap around his cock and stroke it in a way that sent him flying towards his limit and almost over it, teetering so close, so close, so close, so close…
And then he was gone, head wrenching backwards into the pillow, Kisuke leaning forward to bite down hard at his neck as Ichigo emptied himself onto his own stomach with a cry loud enough that he heard his voice shudder and break. Nothing could compare to this, not a hundred bankai, not a thousand lost keys, not a million victories in battle…nothing. This had to be, without doubt, the best he’d felt in his entire life. He would have wanted it to go on forever…
But it was over too soon…
He came down from his high to the feeling of Kisuke still thrusting hard inside him and the older man’s pale fingertips trailing through the sticky mess on his belly to shove them firmly into Ichigo’s mouth. Ichigo eagerly sucked on the offering, his arousal rising again at the flavor of his own come, tangy and pungent on his tongue. Smirking over Kisuke’s palm, he locked their gazes together and bit down hard on his fingers, watching the gray eyes widen and shimmer with some unknown emotion. Kisuke looked as though he’d been struck by a mack truck, his spine going rigid before burying his face into Ichigo’s shoulder and letting loose a loud, strangled cry of his name. In response Ichigo tightened his arms and legs around the taller body, pulling Kisuke as close as he could manage while the blonde shuddered and jerked involuntarily against him, his muscles finally relaxing in Ichigo’s grasp with a highly contented sigh.
“Ichigo…I…,” he panted, collapsing on top of Ichigo’s body and mashing their lips together somewhat clumsily.
“I know,” Ichigo cut him off before he could stumble on any further, smiling up into the kiss with a soft chuckle. It was then that he noticed how badly his legs were shaking from the exertion of holding onto Kisuke‘s waist, and so he slowly allowed them to unclasp, falling gracelessly back onto the bed. Every muscle in his body was a little sore, and an ache was already building up at the base of his spine, but all in all he felt…fantastic. Content. Satiated. Satisfied. Relaxed. All that shit.
A gentle nuzzle at his neck prompted him to look over at his lover who was somewhat sleepily attempting to pull the covers up over their still-sweaty bodies before finally admitting defeat and burrowing deeper into Ichigo’s side, muttering all manner of loving declarations into his skin. Ichigo reached out to trace the small smile on Kisuke’s lips with his fingertips, feeling his body growing heavy with each passing moment as his mind thrummed peaceful and even. Apparently neither one of them were much for pillow talk, because before long Ichigo was nodding off, wrapping his arms securely around the blonde’s waist after heaving the covers the rest of the way up. Immediately warmth surrounded him…and all he could feel was satiation…the luscious sensation of being loved…Kisuke…
There would be plenty of time for talking in the morning…
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Urahara Kisuke had never been the sort to wake up with the dawn, but the moment the sun’s first pale rays shone through the window, his eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times to get rid of the goo. They were met with an unruly tuft of orange hair beneath his chin, Ichigo shifting in his slumber to get closer, their skin rubbing pleasantly against one another‘s. He was sleeping like the dead, mouth slightly open, tiny snores emanating through parted lips. It was instantly endearing, though the drool that had dripped onto Kisuke’s chest was somewhat less so…but that was all right. Ichigo looked perfect so thoroughly mussed, and it took everything Kisuke had not to roll them over and dishevel him further, instead choosing to simply nuzzle at his temple.
“Mmmm?” Ichigo’s cedar eyes opened with a smile, tilting his head up so that he could look up into Kisuke’s face. For a few moments they stayed that way, smiling at each other like idiots and lacing their legs more firmly together, fingers tenderly tracing the planes they had mapped out the night before. It was a picturesque moment, the kind you remember in your old age and smile about, doomed to expire quickly. All too soon Ichigo was coming into full consciousness, and with lucidity came the slight frown that seemed to permanently etch his features, though they retained the relaxed, pleased quality that he’d been sleeping with before. Even Kurosaki Ichigo couldn’t scowl after a night like that.
“Hungry,” Ichigo murmured groggily, sitting up to allow the covers to fall around his waist and expose the gorgeous lines of muscle highlighted by budding morning light. Kisuke was staring blatantly (who wouldn’t?) when the younger man glanced over his shoulder and raised an orange eyebrow mischievously. “You know, I didn’t bring any spare clothes…we may have to lounge around naked all weekend.”
“I would not protest.” Kisuke smiled, shaking his head to dislodge some of his shaggy hair from his forehead. He actually felt a bit filthy, his skin still a little sticky and blotches of bodily fluid dried into itchy patches on unmentionable areas…he needed a shower. Mmmm…Ichigo in a shower...genius! He was about to suggest just that when his stomach growled low in his gut, drawing his attention down to his belly. “But first, let’s get some food before I pass out.”
Of course, Ichigo didn’t wander around naked outside, so after scouring through Kisuke’s closet (and a quick shower to wash off the dried come) he finally found a few items of clothing deemed acceptable to go out in public in. Granted, they’d had to find a belt to hold up the loose-fitting blue cargo pants, and the polo shirt was a little baggy, but all in all Ichigo was still the most gorgeous man Kisuke had ever seen. He even looked good shoving his mouth full of the sweet paste filled pancakes they‘d gotten from a street vendor, a few crumbs sticking precariously his lips, small noises of approval coming from his throat.
It was in that moment, as Ichigo stared out across the river, chewing almost contemplatively, that Kisuke really got the full picture, the whole view, the entire tapestry. Maybe it was just “the morning after” influencing him a bit…but in that brief span of time, he would have sworn that he really saw Ichigo. The scowl, the determination, the affection, the passion, the way his eyes sparkled when he knew he was right, the way his face fell when he was defeated, the way he looked in the seconds before their lips met and the soft glances he sent at Kisuke when he thought no one was looking. All of it. The moment was like a photograph in his mind, worth more than a million words; and it was sort of like seeing Ichigo for the first time, sort of like watching a brand new story unfold even though he‘d witnessed it a hundred times. And Ichigo was the last missing puzzle piece in his life and the first piece of his new one, and he was perfect and flawed and broken and frustrating and everything Urahara had ever wanted and with a startled gasp Kisuke realized…
That he never wanted to be with anyone else.
“What’s wrong?” Ichigo turned to him, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, cocking his head in a concerned way. “You okay?”
Kisuke nodded numbly, leaning forward to brush their lips together in spite of Ichigo’s protests that they were in public. Urahara didn’t care; he pressed their mouths together harder until the redhead’s inhibitions were gone and they were flush together, pulling away fractionally to stare into amused brown eyes.
“What was that for?”
“I need a reason?” Kisuke responded with a wink. “You’re mine after all. I can kiss you anytime I see fit.”
“Yeah.” The blush again. That incorrigible innocence.
“Ichigo?”
“Hmm?”
“What would your father say to you moving in with me?”
Back to Passionfruit Part I!
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Cherry!