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[fic] Mess
Title: Mess
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiyala
Word Count: 2274
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ishida Uryuu / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mansex
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Another IchiIshi! Or rather... IshiIchi ;D
♥ Presentfic forkarorumetallium ♥
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ishi_ichi and bleach_yaoi
Strange isn’t quite the word for this. But fuck if I can figure out what is. All I know is that I’m here, sitting in a loveseat with Ishida. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in fuck knows how long and we’ve managed to run into each other at a party. He’s leaning back, his legs crossed over each other, one arm draped lazily over his lap.
Why the fuck am I taking notice of these things?
We’re talking. Talking and not trying to rip each other’s head off. Either we’ve grown up, or we’ve had too much to drink. I think it’s the latter. But he’s interesting now. He’s a fashion designer, and he’s about five times more cynical than he was the last time I spoke to him. It’s amusing. He knows I’m a writer and he’s read my books. Says he likes them. I can feel my ego grow with every second he looks at me, paying attention to what I’m saying. His eyes are big as he leans close to me to hear me over the noise of the others in the room, and he laughs at the dumb jokes I make, his breath against my neck.
We’ve really had too much to drink.
“It’s too crowded in here,” I complain, getting up.
I grab his wrist, pretending I’m too drunk to realise what I’m doing. He tenses, but relaxes before I let go. We walk outside and I take a deep breath of air, glad to be breathing in something other than cigarette smoke. He leans against the wall and shuts his eyes. I walk away from him, out of the lights that make half the backyard visible. He opens his eyes and looks at me. I watch him in silence until he pushes himself off the wall and joins me in the darker part of the porch.
I don’t know how it happens. He’s against the wall, I’ve got my knee between his legs, and we’re kissing. I can’t remember who initiated it, so I pull away in case it was me and he doesn’t appreciate it. He moves forward, kissing me again, his arms around my neck. He knows what he’s doing and I can tell by the fact that this alone feels fucking amazing. But then he grabs my hips and pulls me against him.
I groan loudly, against his mouth. He likes it. I can tell by the way he presses closer to me and fuck, we’re both so hard already. He starts grinding, moving his hips up and down against mine and I grind right back. I want to ask him how the hell he’s so good at this. The question’s on the tip of my tongue, but doesn’t make it out because he picks that moment to bite my neck.
“Let’s go somewhere else,” he murmurs.
I nod in response. Your place or mine?—It’s my usual question in this kind of situation, but it doesn’t really feel appropriate right now. Maybe it’s because for the first time, I’m not the one in control. The thought makes the familiar throb of arousal just a bit stronger. He slides his fingers around my wrist and leads me out through the side gate. This way, we don’t run into anyone and we don’t need to explain anything.
“I’ll drive to my place, you follow,” he instructs, taking his car keys out.
I stay behind long enough to see him get into a silver car before walking over to my own. I follow his car, making sure not to lose sight of it as a drive. He stops in front of an apartment block and I park behind him. He’s waiting for me at his car and his eyes are dark with something that I can feel stirring inside me, too.
Lust, I decide, leaning forward to press my mouth against his. He jerks away, frowning at me. I shake my head at him, muttering that it’s too dark for anyone to see but he doesn’t care. He leads the way to his door and doesn’t protest when I put my hands on his hips while he finds his key. While I listen to him slide the key in and turn, I kiss the back of his neck. He shudders, sighs softly, and leans back against me just a little. I grin and graze my teeth over the same place. He moans softly and my hand’s immediately at the front of his pants, rubbing his cock.
“Not here,” he growls at me, but the effect is ruined when he grinds back against me. My grip on him tightens and he places his hands over mine. “We’re almost inside. Wait a couple of seconds.”
I wait, letting him drag me into the apartment. He shuts the door, pushes me against the wall and kisses me hard. We’re about the same height and I think it’s the first time I’ve been with anyone that wasn’t noticeably shorter than me. It feels good, the way his body presses right against mine, his mouth covering mine. His tongue rubs against mine, leaving a subtly sweet taste behind. I want more of it, so I pull him closer. We both gasp when our cocks rub against each other through our pants. We do it again, panting against each other’s mouths.
He pulls away from me without warning and gets on his knees. He raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
“You’re in my pants,” he tells me, sounding amused. “I designed these.”
I grin at him when he starts undoing my belt and catch his wrists to stop him.
“You gonna suck me off here, Ishida?” I ask, my voice too low and aroused to be mocking. “Right at the door?”
He considers this for a moment and gets up again, leading me further into his place by grabbing a handful of my shirt. “Right. My bed, then.”
The first thing he does is take his glasses off. I take in the sight of his face, surprised by how small and empty it looks now. I can see his eyes better though and he catches me staring, raising an eyebrow.
Pushing me down onto the bed, he straddles me and runs his hands over my belt, slowly undoing it. I lift my hips to help him take my pants off, and then undo his belt too. We get each other naked pretty quickly and he wraps his fingers around my erection with a smile.
“What a gorgeous cock,” he murmurs, kissing my lips, neck and chest.
I pull him back up for another kiss and reach between us, stroking his cock in return. He laughs softly against my mouth and pushes me down onto the bed.
“You’re used to being in control, aren’t you?”
I don’t even need to reply. He keeps me down with one hand while the other runs through my hair. His lips meet mine and I can tell that he enjoys kissing because he stays there for a while, rubbing his tongue against mine. I suck on his tongue and he groans loudly, moving away from my mouth and steadying himself by placing his hands on my chest.
“I’m going to fuck you, Kurosaki,” he tells me, his voice low and husky. He gives me a crooked grin and leans closer. I moan when I feel his teeth teasing my earlobe. “Going to fuck you until you come harder than you ever have before. Until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”
“Ishida,” I groan and it makes him shudder with pleasure. I turn so my lips are on his neck. I kiss it before asking, “You like it when I say your name, don’t you? Ishida?”
He nips my earlobe and growls. “I did then and I do now. More than I should.”
Settling on his knees, he looks at me with a frown. “I don’t know what it is exactly, but your voice—”
I pull him close for a kiss and suck on his lower lip until he groans. I pull away with a satisfied smirk. “It’s mutual, actually.”
He gives me a look for a moment that tells me that this isn’t just a simple one-night stand. That it goes a lot deeper than wanting to fuck each other after meeting at a party. It tells me things I already know – things about what we did and didn’t do in high school. Especially what we didn’t. Things that have had to wait for years.
And then we both blink and everything’s back to normal. It’s a look of lust in Ishida’s eyes. Nothing more, nothing less. We kiss, he bites my lower lip and pulls away to bite my neck. I feel the blood pounding in my head and it reminds me that my dick needs attention. It’s like Ishida can read my mind; he runs his fingers over my balls, teasing them and making me pant louder than I already am. His tongue is on one of my nipples and his fingers trail towards my entrance.
“Ishida,” I gasp when he gently bites my nipple. He pushes himself back up to his knees and reaches to the bedside table. I watch him rub some lube onto his fingers and he glances at me before settling back down.
He spreads my legs out and I look at the ceiling because it hurts too much to crane my neck and watch him. I feel his eyes on me when he pushes the first finger through and I try to ignore the pain by wondering if he can actually see my face with his glasses off. I don’t know how bad his eyesight is, and I wonder if I could live in a world where everything is blurry without glasses.
He adds a second finger and it hurts too much to focus on anything else. I shut my eyes with a frown and I feel Ishida’s hand on my cock.
“Relax,” he whispers and it takes a lot of self control to tell him that it’s fucking hard to relax when he’s got his fingers up my ass. This isn’t the first time I’ve been bottom, but it’s still rare enough to be unsettling.
I whimper a little when he starts stretching me and Ishida groans in response. I grin as best as I can when I realises he likes the sound of it. I whimper again, this time saying his name. He responds by pushing his fingers deeper and I cry out as they brush against my prostate.
My hands are gripping the bed sheets beside me and I carefully let go of them and reach over to what I think is Ishida’s shoulder as I open my eyes.
It’s actually his cheek and he presses a kiss to my palm before slowly pulling his fingers out. He rolls a condom on and quickly lubes himself up before pushing me back down on the bed. He doesn’t need to ask if I’m ready because by the way I’m spreading my legs for him, I’m pretty much begging for it. He grins, holds onto one of my legs, and carefully pushes in.
He’s taking it slowly, going bit by bit so that he knows I can handle it before going further. It makes me feel impatient, even though I know that this is the best way to do it.
“Kurosaki,” he whispers my name. It sounds good in his voice and I can’t keep the corners of my lips from twitching upward when I look at him. He grins a little in return. “Is this okay?”
Like he needs to ask. I’m already panting loudly and I can’t tell if that’s sweat or precum I feel on my cock. I answer anyway. “Fuck yeah. Keep going.”
His grin widens and he thrusts gently. My vision goes blank for a moment and I scream out when I feel the head of his cock against my prostate. From the first fucking thrust. Fuck he’s good.
I thrust back and it encourages him to pick up the pace. He holds my leg tighter and my fingers go back to tangling in the bed sheets, my knuckles going white. I listen to him grunting. To myself panting and groaning for him. To the sounds of our bodies meeting, and the bed thumping just a little against the wall.
“Kurosaki,” he gasps, still steadily fucking me. “Say my name.”
“Ishida,” I groan, arching when he thrusts harder. My toes are curling from all the pleasure and I bite my lip. “Nnnh, Ishida. Ishida, Ishida!”
He moans appreciatively, fingers wrapping around my cock and stroking. I gasp loudly and with one hand, pull him closer. I look up at him, at the way his hair hangs over his face and his mouth is open as he pants. I grunt, thrusting up against him.
“Coming,” I gasp, throwing my head back as I release all over myself. I tighten around Ishida’s cock and he moans my name loudly, thrusting one last time before he tenses and comes.
He pulls away, getting rid of his condom before joining me on the bed again. He grins as he kisses me and I kiss back, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down so he’s closer.
“So you’ve already figured you’re staying the night?” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
“Hell yeah,” I reply, grazing his chin with my teeth and inhaling his scent. I give him a smirk. “I’m waiting for my turn to top.”
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Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 2274
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ishida Uryuu / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mansex
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Another IchiIshi! Or rather... IshiIchi ;D
♥ Presentfic for
karorumetallium ♥ x-posted to
ishi_ichi and bleach_yaoi Strange isn’t quite the word for this. But fuck if I can figure out what is. All I know is that I’m here, sitting in a loveseat with Ishida. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in fuck knows how long and we’ve managed to run into each other at a party. He’s leaning back, his legs crossed over each other, one arm draped lazily over his lap.
Why the fuck am I taking notice of these things?
We’re talking. Talking and not trying to rip each other’s head off. Either we’ve grown up, or we’ve had too much to drink. I think it’s the latter. But he’s interesting now. He’s a fashion designer, and he’s about five times more cynical than he was the last time I spoke to him. It’s amusing. He knows I’m a writer and he’s read my books. Says he likes them. I can feel my ego grow with every second he looks at me, paying attention to what I’m saying. His eyes are big as he leans close to me to hear me over the noise of the others in the room, and he laughs at the dumb jokes I make, his breath against my neck.
We’ve really had too much to drink.
“It’s too crowded in here,” I complain, getting up.
I grab his wrist, pretending I’m too drunk to realise what I’m doing. He tenses, but relaxes before I let go. We walk outside and I take a deep breath of air, glad to be breathing in something other than cigarette smoke. He leans against the wall and shuts his eyes. I walk away from him, out of the lights that make half the backyard visible. He opens his eyes and looks at me. I watch him in silence until he pushes himself off the wall and joins me in the darker part of the porch.
I don’t know how it happens. He’s against the wall, I’ve got my knee between his legs, and we’re kissing. I can’t remember who initiated it, so I pull away in case it was me and he doesn’t appreciate it. He moves forward, kissing me again, his arms around my neck. He knows what he’s doing and I can tell by the fact that this alone feels fucking amazing. But then he grabs my hips and pulls me against him.
I groan loudly, against his mouth. He likes it. I can tell by the way he presses closer to me and fuck, we’re both so hard already. He starts grinding, moving his hips up and down against mine and I grind right back. I want to ask him how the hell he’s so good at this. The question’s on the tip of my tongue, but doesn’t make it out because he picks that moment to bite my neck.
“Let’s go somewhere else,” he murmurs.
I nod in response. Your place or mine?—It’s my usual question in this kind of situation, but it doesn’t really feel appropriate right now. Maybe it’s because for the first time, I’m not the one in control. The thought makes the familiar throb of arousal just a bit stronger. He slides his fingers around my wrist and leads me out through the side gate. This way, we don’t run into anyone and we don’t need to explain anything.
“I’ll drive to my place, you follow,” he instructs, taking his car keys out.
I stay behind long enough to see him get into a silver car before walking over to my own. I follow his car, making sure not to lose sight of it as a drive. He stops in front of an apartment block and I park behind him. He’s waiting for me at his car and his eyes are dark with something that I can feel stirring inside me, too.
Lust, I decide, leaning forward to press my mouth against his. He jerks away, frowning at me. I shake my head at him, muttering that it’s too dark for anyone to see but he doesn’t care. He leads the way to his door and doesn’t protest when I put my hands on his hips while he finds his key. While I listen to him slide the key in and turn, I kiss the back of his neck. He shudders, sighs softly, and leans back against me just a little. I grin and graze my teeth over the same place. He moans softly and my hand’s immediately at the front of his pants, rubbing his cock.
“Not here,” he growls at me, but the effect is ruined when he grinds back against me. My grip on him tightens and he places his hands over mine. “We’re almost inside. Wait a couple of seconds.”
I wait, letting him drag me into the apartment. He shuts the door, pushes me against the wall and kisses me hard. We’re about the same height and I think it’s the first time I’ve been with anyone that wasn’t noticeably shorter than me. It feels good, the way his body presses right against mine, his mouth covering mine. His tongue rubs against mine, leaving a subtly sweet taste behind. I want more of it, so I pull him closer. We both gasp when our cocks rub against each other through our pants. We do it again, panting against each other’s mouths.
He pulls away from me without warning and gets on his knees. He raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
“You’re in my pants,” he tells me, sounding amused. “I designed these.”
I grin at him when he starts undoing my belt and catch his wrists to stop him.
“You gonna suck me off here, Ishida?” I ask, my voice too low and aroused to be mocking. “Right at the door?”
He considers this for a moment and gets up again, leading me further into his place by grabbing a handful of my shirt. “Right. My bed, then.”
The first thing he does is take his glasses off. I take in the sight of his face, surprised by how small and empty it looks now. I can see his eyes better though and he catches me staring, raising an eyebrow.
Pushing me down onto the bed, he straddles me and runs his hands over my belt, slowly undoing it. I lift my hips to help him take my pants off, and then undo his belt too. We get each other naked pretty quickly and he wraps his fingers around my erection with a smile.
“What a gorgeous cock,” he murmurs, kissing my lips, neck and chest.
I pull him back up for another kiss and reach between us, stroking his cock in return. He laughs softly against my mouth and pushes me down onto the bed.
“You’re used to being in control, aren’t you?”
I don’t even need to reply. He keeps me down with one hand while the other runs through my hair. His lips meet mine and I can tell that he enjoys kissing because he stays there for a while, rubbing his tongue against mine. I suck on his tongue and he groans loudly, moving away from my mouth and steadying himself by placing his hands on my chest.
“I’m going to fuck you, Kurosaki,” he tells me, his voice low and husky. He gives me a crooked grin and leans closer. I moan when I feel his teeth teasing my earlobe. “Going to fuck you until you come harder than you ever have before. Until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”
“Ishida,” I groan and it makes him shudder with pleasure. I turn so my lips are on his neck. I kiss it before asking, “You like it when I say your name, don’t you? Ishida?”
He nips my earlobe and growls. “I did then and I do now. More than I should.”
Settling on his knees, he looks at me with a frown. “I don’t know what it is exactly, but your voice—”
I pull him close for a kiss and suck on his lower lip until he groans. I pull away with a satisfied smirk. “It’s mutual, actually.”
He gives me a look for a moment that tells me that this isn’t just a simple one-night stand. That it goes a lot deeper than wanting to fuck each other after meeting at a party. It tells me things I already know – things about what we did and didn’t do in high school. Especially what we didn’t. Things that have had to wait for years.
And then we both blink and everything’s back to normal. It’s a look of lust in Ishida’s eyes. Nothing more, nothing less. We kiss, he bites my lower lip and pulls away to bite my neck. I feel the blood pounding in my head and it reminds me that my dick needs attention. It’s like Ishida can read my mind; he runs his fingers over my balls, teasing them and making me pant louder than I already am. His tongue is on one of my nipples and his fingers trail towards my entrance.
“Ishida,” I gasp when he gently bites my nipple. He pushes himself back up to his knees and reaches to the bedside table. I watch him rub some lube onto his fingers and he glances at me before settling back down.
He spreads my legs out and I look at the ceiling because it hurts too much to crane my neck and watch him. I feel his eyes on me when he pushes the first finger through and I try to ignore the pain by wondering if he can actually see my face with his glasses off. I don’t know how bad his eyesight is, and I wonder if I could live in a world where everything is blurry without glasses.
He adds a second finger and it hurts too much to focus on anything else. I shut my eyes with a frown and I feel Ishida’s hand on my cock.
“Relax,” he whispers and it takes a lot of self control to tell him that it’s fucking hard to relax when he’s got his fingers up my ass. This isn’t the first time I’ve been bottom, but it’s still rare enough to be unsettling.
I whimper a little when he starts stretching me and Ishida groans in response. I grin as best as I can when I realises he likes the sound of it. I whimper again, this time saying his name. He responds by pushing his fingers deeper and I cry out as they brush against my prostate.
My hands are gripping the bed sheets beside me and I carefully let go of them and reach over to what I think is Ishida’s shoulder as I open my eyes.
It’s actually his cheek and he presses a kiss to my palm before slowly pulling his fingers out. He rolls a condom on and quickly lubes himself up before pushing me back down on the bed. He doesn’t need to ask if I’m ready because by the way I’m spreading my legs for him, I’m pretty much begging for it. He grins, holds onto one of my legs, and carefully pushes in.
He’s taking it slowly, going bit by bit so that he knows I can handle it before going further. It makes me feel impatient, even though I know that this is the best way to do it.
“Kurosaki,” he whispers my name. It sounds good in his voice and I can’t keep the corners of my lips from twitching upward when I look at him. He grins a little in return. “Is this okay?”
Like he needs to ask. I’m already panting loudly and I can’t tell if that’s sweat or precum I feel on my cock. I answer anyway. “Fuck yeah. Keep going.”
His grin widens and he thrusts gently. My vision goes blank for a moment and I scream out when I feel the head of his cock against my prostate. From the first fucking thrust. Fuck he’s good.
I thrust back and it encourages him to pick up the pace. He holds my leg tighter and my fingers go back to tangling in the bed sheets, my knuckles going white. I listen to him grunting. To myself panting and groaning for him. To the sounds of our bodies meeting, and the bed thumping just a little against the wall.
“Kurosaki,” he gasps, still steadily fucking me. “Say my name.”
“Ishida,” I groan, arching when he thrusts harder. My toes are curling from all the pleasure and I bite my lip. “Nnnh, Ishida. Ishida, Ishida!”
He moans appreciatively, fingers wrapping around my cock and stroking. I gasp loudly and with one hand, pull him closer. I look up at him, at the way his hair hangs over his face and his mouth is open as he pants. I grunt, thrusting up against him.
“Coming,” I gasp, throwing my head back as I release all over myself. I tighten around Ishida’s cock and he moans my name loudly, thrusting one last time before he tenses and comes.
He pulls away, getting rid of his condom before joining me on the bed again. He grins as he kisses me and I kiss back, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down so he’s closer.
“So you’ve already figured you’re staying the night?” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
“Hell yeah,” I reply, grazing his chin with my teeth and inhaling his scent. I give him a smirk. “I’m waiting for my turn to top.”
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my mind is currently in a puddle on the floor so I can't think of anything intelligent to write ^o^
i loved this! and Ishida topping *yay*
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Thank you SO MUCH, lil' sis. I needed that XDDDDDDD
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Heh, just *awesome*, even if I prefer Ichigo on top xD
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Really really liked this fic.
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Thank you :D
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Feels like you haven't written anything with these two in such a long time. Not that I don't like PW, of course not, but... well, you know you got me into these two, so I missed it.
And Ishida on top is always such a special treat <3
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<3 <3 <3
typo: and his fingers trial towards
should be trail?
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And while I still haven't perfected the broken-Sar look, you get this one (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/duck147/HPIM2781.jpg) instead.
<3 :D
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Eeee *sends hearts back and squishglomps you* <3 <3
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Wonder how long Ichigo has to wait to be top though? ;)
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I'd say he'd pounce pretty fast ;D
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Yaaaaay! Also, for your choice of music. I think I'll put that on myself. ;) *jams*
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Ooh, speaking of which, have you heard Erämaan Viimeinen? :D Tis most awesome <3
thats the way
Cheers!
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It's been sometime since we've heard from you, but you haven't lost your style. It's still mind-blowing. W00T!!
I've been noticing that you've been doing seme Ishidas lately.... Not that I'm complaining!! That's exactly what I like, really! XDD
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Hehe yes, I am having quite some fun with him currently :D
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And damn that was hot! I can just imagine them and now I have to make bleach-sims and get Ishida and Ichigo together (and obviously also Isshin and Ryuuken) and ahhh love XD
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Hehe, Ichigo and Ishida Sims would be awesome :D
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Totally loved the dynamic between these 2. It's good to know they don't change too much as they grow up.
Thanks for sharing. :)
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Thanks for enjoying it! ^^
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So few people write Ishida topping, and I just love it when people do it and get it so right like this.
Very win.
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You win. <3 (Like usual. :3)
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“You’re in my pants,” he tells me, sounding amused. “I designed these.”
→ made me giggle so much!
And a double thumbs up for your music. I watched them live on stage three days ago. Awesome!
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I did get a tad derailed at "...I wonder if I could live in a world where everything is blurry without glasses." I actually had a 10 second (which is really long in thought-time if you think about it) tangent about how funny it would be to write a companion fic to this in blurry-Ishida vision *which if you don't wanna do I totally would.. with your permission of course*. I constantly think about stuff like that.. wearing my glasses/contacts is tiresome.. and they get in the way/fogged during sex.. uh.. yeah. XD
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xDD OH MAN, do it! I'd love to read it :D