[fic] Kissing
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shannys_cornerTitle: Kissing
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kiyala
Word Count: 1823
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boylove, boysex, swearing
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: written for theme #2 of30_smiles - ultra relax
written forthenakedcat because porn is the best way to cheer up a fellow fangirl :3 ♥
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ishi_ichi, 30_smiles and bleach_yaoi
Ichigo would say that he had found a way to make Ishida relax. But then, Ishida would reply that it was cheating. Instead, they didn’t say anything. They could call it a way in which to vent their bottled up frustration, they could say that they were just giving in to their hormones, they could say a lot of things, but they chose not to. Their only communication about this all was when they were together, usually in Ishida’s bed, murmuring and groaning into each other’s ear as they moved in unison. It started by accident, really. An accidental touch, a moment of contact that lasted for much longer than it should have. It then exploded, into something neither of them could really comprehend. Not that they tried to. Not that they wanted to. They didn’t care what it was, as long as it was something. That was good enough for them.
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“You were staring at me in class today,” Ichigo informs Ishida on the way into the Quincy’s flat. The dark-haired boy notices that he sounds pleased about it, but doesn’t let the smile reach his lips. Instead, he turns his head to look over his shoulder and looks into the brown eyes with an unreadable expression.
“The only reason you would notice that would be if you were staring at me as well.”
Shutting the door behind him, the Shinigami looks at the boy before him with an expression of pure desire and Ishida must force himself to continue looking back although the redhead’s look is so intense that it makes him want to look away and blush. No matter how many times they do this, no matter how long they spend exploring each other’s bodies, the thought of what they want – of what they will eventually do – always manages to colour the Quincy’s cheeks a faint pink.
Ichigo notices and grins, leaning forward to murmur against the other boy’s lips, “Still embarrassed?”
With a faint scowl, Ishida nibbles on the Shinigami’s lower lip and places his hands on the broad shoulders, “I’ve never been embarrassed.”
This makes Ichigo groan a little, and his hands come to the sides of Ishida’s face and they share a deep kiss as their tongues battle for dominance. Ichigo wins, but only because he begins to rub at Ishida’s crotch, which makes the other boy moan and stop resisting the tongue that is trying to push its way into his mouth. Ishida breaks the kiss, pulling his head away so that he can get some air. Ichigo wastes no time, beginning to kiss down his neck and suck on his collarbone. Ishida moans, holding the head of orange hair close despite the fact that he knows Ichigo won’t go anywhere.
“God, yessss Kurosaki,” he hisses, tipping his head back as his fingers tighten their grip on the bright hair, “Come on… more, damn it.”
Grinning, Ichigo looks up and takes hold on his wrist, pulling him to the bedroom. Ishida follows without complaint. Their bags lie forgotten by the door as Ichigo sits on the bed and and pulls the other boy into his lap, kissing him as he begins to undress him. Ishida groans as the warm but rough hands slide over his chest and down his sides, gasping as Ichigo slowly rocks their hips together. The friction makes quick work of getting him hard and he clings to the redhead, panting quietly against the redhead’s neck as Ichigo takes his shirt off as well.
Lying on the bed and pulling the Quincy down with him, Ichigo reaches down to bring Ishida’s legs around his waist as best as he can and the feeling of their erections pressing against each other makes them both groan quietly before Ishida sits up and leaves Ichigo’s lap, sitting beside him and undoing his pants. Ichigo is content to lie there and watch the slender hands make quick work of his pants, arching slightly so allow the other to pull them off before he turns his head slightly to watch Ishida take his own pants off.
“Do I need to do everything?” Ishida murmurs, rubbing slowly at the other boy’s groin, fighting off the smirk that makes the corner of his lips twitch when he hears the small whine Ichigo lets out, “Take your underwear off. How do you plan to fuck me with your boxers still on?”
This makes Ichigo pay attention and he stumbles to his feet, pulling his boxers off so that he is entirely naked before crawling back onto the bed, where Ishida lies naked and waiting. The redhead leans over for a kiss and Ishida wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him down so that they are lying against each other. They don’t break the kiss for a long moment until Ishida finally pulls away and avoiding Ichigo’s eyes, mutters;
“What are we doing?”
Ichigo looks confused, “…Huh?”
“Kissing. Why are we kissing?” Ishida asks with a frown, “I… I thought people only kissed when they felt something for each other.”
Placing two fingers under the Quincy’s chin and making him look up, Ichigo stares into his eyes with a small frown, “Don’t we?”
This makes the dark-haired boy blink, “Do we?”
Sighing, Ichigo looks away, “Forget it. Where’s the lube?”
Giving him a careful look, Ishida reaches over to his bedside table and pulls a small tube out to give to the redhead. Noticing that Ichigo is avoiding eye contact with him, he frowns but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t really know what to say in the first place.
He shuts his eyes when he feels the first finger push into him and bites his lip. He notices that Ichigo is being more gentle with him than usual, and wonders what it has to do with what they were just talking about. He tries not to think about it, because it makes his chest hurt for some reason, so instead he bucks against the finger and quietly asks for more. A second finger is added and Ichigo stretches him slowly. Ishida’s head falls back as he lets out a shaky gasp. Out of everything they do before sex, he probably loves being fingered the best. There’s something wonderfully dirty about the thought of Ichigo’s fingers being inside him, and the anticipation of what is to come next makes it almost as good as the sex itself.
Ichigo can tell when he is ready but doesn’t say anything, slowly withdrawing his fingers and rubbing some lube onto his cock before glancing at Ishida before entering him. No matter how many times they do it, the first few moments always feel like something new to them. They groan and Ichigo thrusts forward, making Ishida half-gasp, half-groan.
“Does it hurt?” Ichigo murmurs, still not looking directly at Ishida’s eyes.
The Quincy is gripping tightly onto the bedsheets beneath him with one hand, the other on Ichigo’s shoulders and his eyes are shut with a small frown on his face, “Yes… don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” the redhead whispers, stroking the other boy’s cheek with the back of his hand. It’s an action of tenderness that makes Ishida inadvertently flinch away and he doesn’t need to open his eyes to know that there is pain in Ichigo’s eyes. He frowns slightly, trying to figure out why, but the pleasure is too much for his brain to function properly.
To his relief, Ichigo also seems to decide not to think too hard at this moment and focus on what they’re doing instead. Their pace quickens and Ishida finds that he is mewling with each thrust, his arms wrapped tightly around Ichigo, his legs around his waist as he begs to be screwed harder. Ichigo complies and they can hear the bed shaking to their movements.
Ishida is first to release, as always, and he bites his lip in an effort to not cry out the other boy’s name. Ichigo comes after a few more thrusts and he lets out a deep moan of, “Ishidaaa…”
They separate and lie on the bed beside each other, panting loudly as Ishida tries to find something to say. He can’t, as he’s never tried before, and closes his eyes as his breathing returns to normal. He can feel Ichigo’s eyes on him, but fights off the urge to look at him. He hears a small chuckle and feels Ichigo roll onto his back.
“I think my favourite thing about sex is how relaxed you look afterwards.”
At this, Ishida opens his eyes with a small frown, “What?”
Ichigo looks back in his direction, still not looking into his eyes, “You’re always frowning, but now… you look really relaxed, you know? It’s like you’re an entirely different person.”
Without thinking, Ishida glances at him, “Would you rather I was a different person?”
Ichigo’s eyes widen and there is a short silence before he shakes his head, “No. I like the fact that you’re… you.”
They lie in silence for a while and Ichigo closes his eyes, rolling onto his side so that his back is to Ishida and begins to drift to sleep.
“…Ichigo.”
The shock of hearing his given name from Ishida makes him jump a little and he looks over his shoulder, “What’s wrong?”
Placing a hand on the redhead’s shoulder, Ishida turns him around so that they are facing each other and looks into his eyes, “You tell me.”
Ichigo says nothing for a long moment and Ishida scowls, moving forward to close the gap between their lips. Ichigo holds him by the shoulders and gives him a confused look, “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
“I… I can see that. Why?” the redhead frowns, “I thought you said people only kissed when—”
He is cut off by another kiss and Ishida holds him close, whispering into his ear, “What do you feel for me, Kurosaki?”
“I don’t know,” Ichigo admits, “I can’t say what it is, but it’s something, and it feels nice.”
“We didn’t plan to feel anything for each other when we started doing this, did we?” the dark-haired boy asks, “We just wanted the sex.”
“Yeah, well…” Ichigo looks into Ishida’s eyes, “Things don’t always go to plan, do they? I mean… I don’t really even know how deep these feelings are. I’ve been trying not to feel them, so they haven’t grown that much, but…”
He hesitates and Ishida gives him a small kiss to ask him to continue.
“…But I’d really like to let them grow. If that’s okay with you. I want to feel this for you. I like you.”
Smiling, Ishida rests his head against Ichigo’s chest and finds his hand with his own, “That’s fine with me. I think I like you too.”
As they lie in bed together, Ishida notices for the first time since they’ve started this, that Ichigo seems extremely relaxed as well.
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1823
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boylove, boysex, swearing
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: written for theme #2 of
30_smiles - ultra relaxwritten for
thenakedcat because porn is the best way to cheer up a fellow fangirl :3 ♥x-posted to
ishi_ichi, 30_smiles and bleach_yaoi Ichigo would say that he had found a way to make Ishida relax. But then, Ishida would reply that it was cheating. Instead, they didn’t say anything. They could call it a way in which to vent their bottled up frustration, they could say that they were just giving in to their hormones, they could say a lot of things, but they chose not to. Their only communication about this all was when they were together, usually in Ishida’s bed, murmuring and groaning into each other’s ear as they moved in unison. It started by accident, really. An accidental touch, a moment of contact that lasted for much longer than it should have. It then exploded, into something neither of them could really comprehend. Not that they tried to. Not that they wanted to. They didn’t care what it was, as long as it was something. That was good enough for them.
“You were staring at me in class today,” Ichigo informs Ishida on the way into the Quincy’s flat. The dark-haired boy notices that he sounds pleased about it, but doesn’t let the smile reach his lips. Instead, he turns his head to look over his shoulder and looks into the brown eyes with an unreadable expression.
“The only reason you would notice that would be if you were staring at me as well.”
Shutting the door behind him, the Shinigami looks at the boy before him with an expression of pure desire and Ishida must force himself to continue looking back although the redhead’s look is so intense that it makes him want to look away and blush. No matter how many times they do this, no matter how long they spend exploring each other’s bodies, the thought of what they want – of what they will eventually do – always manages to colour the Quincy’s cheeks a faint pink.
Ichigo notices and grins, leaning forward to murmur against the other boy’s lips, “Still embarrassed?”
With a faint scowl, Ishida nibbles on the Shinigami’s lower lip and places his hands on the broad shoulders, “I’ve never been embarrassed.”
This makes Ichigo groan a little, and his hands come to the sides of Ishida’s face and they share a deep kiss as their tongues battle for dominance. Ichigo wins, but only because he begins to rub at Ishida’s crotch, which makes the other boy moan and stop resisting the tongue that is trying to push its way into his mouth. Ishida breaks the kiss, pulling his head away so that he can get some air. Ichigo wastes no time, beginning to kiss down his neck and suck on his collarbone. Ishida moans, holding the head of orange hair close despite the fact that he knows Ichigo won’t go anywhere.
“God, yessss Kurosaki,” he hisses, tipping his head back as his fingers tighten their grip on the bright hair, “Come on… more, damn it.”
Grinning, Ichigo looks up and takes hold on his wrist, pulling him to the bedroom. Ishida follows without complaint. Their bags lie forgotten by the door as Ichigo sits on the bed and and pulls the other boy into his lap, kissing him as he begins to undress him. Ishida groans as the warm but rough hands slide over his chest and down his sides, gasping as Ichigo slowly rocks their hips together. The friction makes quick work of getting him hard and he clings to the redhead, panting quietly against the redhead’s neck as Ichigo takes his shirt off as well.
Lying on the bed and pulling the Quincy down with him, Ichigo reaches down to bring Ishida’s legs around his waist as best as he can and the feeling of their erections pressing against each other makes them both groan quietly before Ishida sits up and leaves Ichigo’s lap, sitting beside him and undoing his pants. Ichigo is content to lie there and watch the slender hands make quick work of his pants, arching slightly so allow the other to pull them off before he turns his head slightly to watch Ishida take his own pants off.
“Do I need to do everything?” Ishida murmurs, rubbing slowly at the other boy’s groin, fighting off the smirk that makes the corner of his lips twitch when he hears the small whine Ichigo lets out, “Take your underwear off. How do you plan to fuck me with your boxers still on?”
This makes Ichigo pay attention and he stumbles to his feet, pulling his boxers off so that he is entirely naked before crawling back onto the bed, where Ishida lies naked and waiting. The redhead leans over for a kiss and Ishida wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him down so that they are lying against each other. They don’t break the kiss for a long moment until Ishida finally pulls away and avoiding Ichigo’s eyes, mutters;
“What are we doing?”
Ichigo looks confused, “…Huh?”
“Kissing. Why are we kissing?” Ishida asks with a frown, “I… I thought people only kissed when they felt something for each other.”
Placing two fingers under the Quincy’s chin and making him look up, Ichigo stares into his eyes with a small frown, “Don’t we?”
This makes the dark-haired boy blink, “Do we?”
Sighing, Ichigo looks away, “Forget it. Where’s the lube?”
Giving him a careful look, Ishida reaches over to his bedside table and pulls a small tube out to give to the redhead. Noticing that Ichigo is avoiding eye contact with him, he frowns but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t really know what to say in the first place.
He shuts his eyes when he feels the first finger push into him and bites his lip. He notices that Ichigo is being more gentle with him than usual, and wonders what it has to do with what they were just talking about. He tries not to think about it, because it makes his chest hurt for some reason, so instead he bucks against the finger and quietly asks for more. A second finger is added and Ichigo stretches him slowly. Ishida’s head falls back as he lets out a shaky gasp. Out of everything they do before sex, he probably loves being fingered the best. There’s something wonderfully dirty about the thought of Ichigo’s fingers being inside him, and the anticipation of what is to come next makes it almost as good as the sex itself.
Ichigo can tell when he is ready but doesn’t say anything, slowly withdrawing his fingers and rubbing some lube onto his cock before glancing at Ishida before entering him. No matter how many times they do it, the first few moments always feel like something new to them. They groan and Ichigo thrusts forward, making Ishida half-gasp, half-groan.
“Does it hurt?” Ichigo murmurs, still not looking directly at Ishida’s eyes.
The Quincy is gripping tightly onto the bedsheets beneath him with one hand, the other on Ichigo’s shoulders and his eyes are shut with a small frown on his face, “Yes… don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” the redhead whispers, stroking the other boy’s cheek with the back of his hand. It’s an action of tenderness that makes Ishida inadvertently flinch away and he doesn’t need to open his eyes to know that there is pain in Ichigo’s eyes. He frowns slightly, trying to figure out why, but the pleasure is too much for his brain to function properly.
To his relief, Ichigo also seems to decide not to think too hard at this moment and focus on what they’re doing instead. Their pace quickens and Ishida finds that he is mewling with each thrust, his arms wrapped tightly around Ichigo, his legs around his waist as he begs to be screwed harder. Ichigo complies and they can hear the bed shaking to their movements.
Ishida is first to release, as always, and he bites his lip in an effort to not cry out the other boy’s name. Ichigo comes after a few more thrusts and he lets out a deep moan of, “Ishidaaa…”
They separate and lie on the bed beside each other, panting loudly as Ishida tries to find something to say. He can’t, as he’s never tried before, and closes his eyes as his breathing returns to normal. He can feel Ichigo’s eyes on him, but fights off the urge to look at him. He hears a small chuckle and feels Ichigo roll onto his back.
“I think my favourite thing about sex is how relaxed you look afterwards.”
At this, Ishida opens his eyes with a small frown, “What?”
Ichigo looks back in his direction, still not looking into his eyes, “You’re always frowning, but now… you look really relaxed, you know? It’s like you’re an entirely different person.”
Without thinking, Ishida glances at him, “Would you rather I was a different person?”
Ichigo’s eyes widen and there is a short silence before he shakes his head, “No. I like the fact that you’re… you.”
They lie in silence for a while and Ichigo closes his eyes, rolling onto his side so that his back is to Ishida and begins to drift to sleep.
“…Ichigo.”
The shock of hearing his given name from Ishida makes him jump a little and he looks over his shoulder, “What’s wrong?”
Placing a hand on the redhead’s shoulder, Ishida turns him around so that they are facing each other and looks into his eyes, “You tell me.”
Ichigo says nothing for a long moment and Ishida scowls, moving forward to close the gap between their lips. Ichigo holds him by the shoulders and gives him a confused look, “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
“I… I can see that. Why?” the redhead frowns, “I thought you said people only kissed when—”
He is cut off by another kiss and Ishida holds him close, whispering into his ear, “What do you feel for me, Kurosaki?”
“I don’t know,” Ichigo admits, “I can’t say what it is, but it’s something, and it feels nice.”
“We didn’t plan to feel anything for each other when we started doing this, did we?” the dark-haired boy asks, “We just wanted the sex.”
“Yeah, well…” Ichigo looks into Ishida’s eyes, “Things don’t always go to plan, do they? I mean… I don’t really even know how deep these feelings are. I’ve been trying not to feel them, so they haven’t grown that much, but…”
He hesitates and Ishida gives him a small kiss to ask him to continue.
“…But I’d really like to let them grow. If that’s okay with you. I want to feel this for you. I like you.”
Smiling, Ishida rests his head against Ichigo’s chest and finds his hand with his own, “That’s fine with me. I think I like you too.”
As they lie in bed together, Ishida notices for the first time since they’ve started this, that Ichigo seems extremely relaxed as well.
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Date: 2006-11-21 10:18 am (UTC)Obviously did good for Kim yesterday and it's brightening up my day quite a lot so THANK YOU!! ♥
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Date: 2006-11-21 03:48 pm (UTC)you know, I'm so happy you told me you had put a fic up, or else right now I would be doing my translation homework for tomorrow, and thus missing a gorgeous piece of smexing!!! WORK CAN WAIT!!!! XDD
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Date: 2006-11-21 05:44 pm (UTC)Thanks for the lunchtime pr0n fix! :D
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Date: 2006-12-04 12:57 am (UTC)Wangst and teh porn! My favorites!!