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[fic] Bottom to Top
Title: Bottom to Top
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiyala
Word Count: 808
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ishida Uryuu / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, pwp
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes:lifeinahole27 said she needed smut. So I wrote her some. Hope you like, Sar <3 Yay for seme!Uryuu >3
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ishi_ichi and bleach_yaoi
“You’re in trouble,” Uryuu murmured, his hands running across Ichigo’s chest. The Shinigami sat on their bed, struggling to catch up with the situation. He couldn’t quite remember what had happened between their conversation after dinner and now—he suspected it involved him making some kind of comment about how Uryuu was better on bottom than top. He saw the gleam in Uryuu’s eyes and decided that it definitely had something to do with that comment.
He couldn’t even remember when or where his shirt had been pulled off. Uryuu still wore his, a plain white button-down shirt, with the buttons replaced by fasteners. The material was nice and light. Almost see-through, if you looked close enough. Ichigo growled, scrunching said material in his hands. Since when had he started taking notice of material and clothing?
Since Uryuu. That answer was obvious enough. There was something about the Quincy that made him decide that he wasn’t happy with the way things were—that he needed something else to his life that he didn’t already have. That was what Uryuu was. Something he needed. A drug, a comfort, someone to care for above all others, someone who would return everything he gave, because he needed Ichigo just as much.
And said Quincy was now kissing down his chest, warm tongue lapping at his battle scars, hands moving lower and lower and…
“Fuck,” Ichigo gasped as both of Uryuu’s hands settled at the bulge in his pants, and then began to rub. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
“Yes, I know. We’ll get there. You have to be patient, first,” Uryuu murmured, his lips moving back up to kiss Ichigo’s throat, chin and mouth. In response, Ichigo kissed back and rocked against the wonderful contact that he desperately needed more of.
Uryuu pushed him down to lie on the bed, letting him thrust up against his hands for a moment longer before moving them away. Ichigo growled in protest, trailing off with a whimper as he felt the other’s hands pulling his pants off. He looked down at himself, groaning at the sight of Uryuu’s mouth hovering just over his erect cock as it strained against his briefs. He groaned louder when he felt his lover’s tongue against him, through his underwear.
“Uryuu…” he panted, moaning at the long fingers trailing over his balls, only just feeling it through the cotton. “Oh shit. Uryuu.”
He heard the Quincy chuckle and tried to scowl, but then his underwear was pulled down, and there was a soft, warm mouth against his cock and all he could do was scream Uryuu’s name. The thrust a little into the other’s mouth, moaning at the feeling of those lips gliding over his shaft.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet,” Uryuu murmured, moving his mouth away with a sly grin. Ichigo watched in anticipation as his lover opened the tube of lubricant, rubbing it onto his hands.
“I’ll be gentle,” the Quincy teased, running his tongue along Ichigo’s inner thigh as he circled around the Shinigami’s entrance. “I’ll go nice and slow…”
“Fuck, don’t. You’re killing me.”
Uryuu laughed softly, kissing across the inside of Ichigo’s leg until he pressed his tongue against Ichigo’s entrance.
“N-no, don’t,” Ichigo gapsed, his arm thrown over his eyes, “I don’t think I can handle any more teasing. Nnh, justfuckme.”
Smirking, the Quincy pulled away, leaving his fingers to prepare Ichigo as he rubbed some of the lube onto his own cock. He stroked Ichigo’s erection as he pulled his fingers away, entering him carefully.
Ichigo let out a long, low moan as his head fell back against the mattress. Uryuu reached across, moving Ichigo’s arm away from his face to watch his expression. He groaned himself, thrusting gently until he was all the way in. The Shinigami moaned loudly as Uryuu found his prostate, thrusting desperately against the other, mumbling there, right there. Finding Ichigo’s hand, he held onto it as they picked up their pace, stroking Ichigo’s cock in time to the rhythm they fell into.
“Still… not going to last long. Fuck, Uryuu… Feels so good.”
Smiling, Uryuu leaned over to kiss him as he thrust harder, “Mmm, I don’t think it’ll take very much for me either. You’re so tight, Ichigo… feels… amazing.”
Their thrusts became jerkier as they got closer to the edge of their control, panting, moaning and crying each other’s names until Ichigo gave one final thrust, screaming as he released against Uryuu’s chest. With two more of his own thrusts, Uryuu pulled out, groaning as he released against Ichigo’s entrance.
“C’mere…” Ichigo murmured, panting as he pulled Uryuu close. The Quincy smiled against his lover’s neck, kissing it before speaking.
“Well? Still think I make a better bottom?”
With a grin, Ichigo rolled him over and kissed him. “I really think we need to switch more.”
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 808
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ishida Uryuu / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, pwp
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes:
lifeinahole27 said she needed smut. So I wrote her some. Hope you like, Sar <3 Yay for seme!Uryuu >3x-posted to
ishi_ichi and bleach_yaoi “You’re in trouble,” Uryuu murmured, his hands running across Ichigo’s chest. The Shinigami sat on their bed, struggling to catch up with the situation. He couldn’t quite remember what had happened between their conversation after dinner and now—he suspected it involved him making some kind of comment about how Uryuu was better on bottom than top. He saw the gleam in Uryuu’s eyes and decided that it definitely had something to do with that comment.
He couldn’t even remember when or where his shirt had been pulled off. Uryuu still wore his, a plain white button-down shirt, with the buttons replaced by fasteners. The material was nice and light. Almost see-through, if you looked close enough. Ichigo growled, scrunching said material in his hands. Since when had he started taking notice of material and clothing?
Since Uryuu. That answer was obvious enough. There was something about the Quincy that made him decide that he wasn’t happy with the way things were—that he needed something else to his life that he didn’t already have. That was what Uryuu was. Something he needed. A drug, a comfort, someone to care for above all others, someone who would return everything he gave, because he needed Ichigo just as much.
And said Quincy was now kissing down his chest, warm tongue lapping at his battle scars, hands moving lower and lower and…
“Fuck,” Ichigo gasped as both of Uryuu’s hands settled at the bulge in his pants, and then began to rub. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
“Yes, I know. We’ll get there. You have to be patient, first,” Uryuu murmured, his lips moving back up to kiss Ichigo’s throat, chin and mouth. In response, Ichigo kissed back and rocked against the wonderful contact that he desperately needed more of.
Uryuu pushed him down to lie on the bed, letting him thrust up against his hands for a moment longer before moving them away. Ichigo growled in protest, trailing off with a whimper as he felt the other’s hands pulling his pants off. He looked down at himself, groaning at the sight of Uryuu’s mouth hovering just over his erect cock as it strained against his briefs. He groaned louder when he felt his lover’s tongue against him, through his underwear.
“Uryuu…” he panted, moaning at the long fingers trailing over his balls, only just feeling it through the cotton. “Oh shit. Uryuu.”
He heard the Quincy chuckle and tried to scowl, but then his underwear was pulled down, and there was a soft, warm mouth against his cock and all he could do was scream Uryuu’s name. The thrust a little into the other’s mouth, moaning at the feeling of those lips gliding over his shaft.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet,” Uryuu murmured, moving his mouth away with a sly grin. Ichigo watched in anticipation as his lover opened the tube of lubricant, rubbing it onto his hands.
“I’ll be gentle,” the Quincy teased, running his tongue along Ichigo’s inner thigh as he circled around the Shinigami’s entrance. “I’ll go nice and slow…”
“Fuck, don’t. You’re killing me.”
Uryuu laughed softly, kissing across the inside of Ichigo’s leg until he pressed his tongue against Ichigo’s entrance.
“N-no, don’t,” Ichigo gapsed, his arm thrown over his eyes, “I don’t think I can handle any more teasing. Nnh, justfuckme.”
Smirking, the Quincy pulled away, leaving his fingers to prepare Ichigo as he rubbed some of the lube onto his own cock. He stroked Ichigo’s erection as he pulled his fingers away, entering him carefully.
Ichigo let out a long, low moan as his head fell back against the mattress. Uryuu reached across, moving Ichigo’s arm away from his face to watch his expression. He groaned himself, thrusting gently until he was all the way in. The Shinigami moaned loudly as Uryuu found his prostate, thrusting desperately against the other, mumbling there, right there. Finding Ichigo’s hand, he held onto it as they picked up their pace, stroking Ichigo’s cock in time to the rhythm they fell into.
“Still… not going to last long. Fuck, Uryuu… Feels so good.”
Smiling, Uryuu leaned over to kiss him as he thrust harder, “Mmm, I don’t think it’ll take very much for me either. You’re so tight, Ichigo… feels… amazing.”
Their thrusts became jerkier as they got closer to the edge of their control, panting, moaning and crying each other’s names until Ichigo gave one final thrust, screaming as he released against Uryuu’s chest. With two more of his own thrusts, Uryuu pulled out, groaning as he released against Ichigo’s entrance.
“C’mere…” Ichigo murmured, panting as he pulled Uryuu close. The Quincy smiled against his lover’s neck, kissing it before speaking.
“Well? Still think I make a better bottom?”
With a grin, Ichigo rolled him over and kissed him. “I really think we need to switch more.”