[fic] Oral Fixation

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Title: Oral Fixation
Status: Complete
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 865
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ishida Uryuu / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gay boys, blow jobs, swearing, PWP
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: So I should be working on other fics, like Chapter 2 of LDC. But I have trouble focusing on things >_>;; so have some smut.

This is for Sarcakes because... oh god, you know why xDD <3

x-posted to ishi_ichi and bleach_yaoi

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Ichigo’s eyes shut as he was pushed to lean further back in the overstuffed single-seater in his flat’s lounge room. There were still the hints of a stupid grin on his lips – one that Uryuu had meant to wipe off his face with the heated kisses earlier. His lips were swollen from the way the Quincy had sucked and nibbled on them, but the grin was still there. Uryuu noticed this and pulled himself closer to Ichigo, kneeling between his legs as his long fingers trailed up the too-tight shirt and tweaked the pair of nipples that were already hard.

“Gah!” Ichigo’s eyes snapped open again. Uryuu was looking up at him, trying to look annoyed and failing. There was a sly smirk on his lips instead. Ichigo’s grin widened as he placed his hand on the back of the other boy’s head. “Warn me next time, you bastard.”

Uryuu chuckled, his hands pushing the Shinigami’s blue shirt up so that his chest was exposed.

“What, and take the fun out of it?” he asked, lowering his lips to one of Ichigo’s nipples before he could respond.

“Unnh,” Ichigo bit his lip, his eyes sliding shut again as he became incapable of coherent thought. “Fuck. Ishida.”

The Quincy only responded by flicking his tongue over the small nub and sucking. Ichigo groaned and Uryuu gave the nipple one last kiss before moving on to the next. Ichigo still had a hand in Uryuu’s hair and his grip tightened as one of the hands brushed over the crotch of his pants; the feeling far too good to be accidental, the pressure far too little to be satisfying. He ignored Uryuu’s grunt of protest as his grip on the dark hair tightened even more and he thrust his hips a little.

“Subtlety was never one of your strengths,” Uryuu murmured, smirking before he kissed down Ichigo’s muscled stomach.

“Says the guy who didn’t realise I wanted in your pants ever since—oh god do that again,” Ichigo gasped, his head falling back as Uryuu sucked on his hip bone.

Grinning, Uryuu indulged him as his fingers worked on the belt and fly keeping him from Ichigo’s erection. The redhead sighed, lifting his hips as Uryuu tugged on his pants. He settled back down on the seat once again and frowned a little.

“Hey, you forgot—” Ichigo couldn’t finish his sentence, grunting as he felt Uryuu’s lips around the tip of his erection. Uryuu smiled, his tongue teasing the head of the other boy’s cock where it poked out of his boxers.

“I assure you, Kurosaki,” he murmured, smirking, “Keeping your boxers on was entirely intentional.”

Ichigo’s fingers dug into the arms of the sofa when Uryuu traced the outline of his erection. Humming contently, Uryuu ran his hand down the length, pushing the material of Ichigo’s boxers out of his way as he went. His fingers were quickly followed by his mouth, kissing and licking his way down to the redhead’s balls.

It wasn’t until Uryuu chuckled that Ichigo realised he was arching to give the other boy more access. His fingers went back into Uryuu’s hair.

“Ishida, please,” he gasped, running his fingers over Uryuu’s scalp. “Fuck… just get me naked and give me what I need.”

Uryuu looked amused as he slowly pulled Ichigo’s boxers off. The Shinigami’s breath hitched when he felt the lips wrapping around his cock, taking more of him than the teasing sucks before.

He shuddered with pleasure at the sound of a zipper being undone, knowing that it was Uryuu undoing his own pants. His eyes were shut, but he could clearly picture the Quincy pushing his pants and briefs down far enough to stroke himself to the same rhythm he was sucking Ichigo. The very thought made him moan softly.

He heard the muffled sound of amusement from Uryuu, heard the sound of skin against skin as he jerked himself off and heard himself swear loudly as he was deep throated. The sudden haze of even more pleasure hadn’t work off when Uryuu brought a hand to play with Ichigo’s balls. He thrashed his head to the side, biting his lip and letting out a moan that still ended up sounding like the other boy’s name as he released. Uryuu echoed the moan as he released soon after.

Uryuu smiled, wiping his mouth with his fingers before getting to his feet and leaning over the other boy for a kiss. Ichigo held the Quincy’s sides as they kissed, his mind a happy daze from the way Uryuu sucked on his tongue. When they broke for air, Ichigo grinned as Uryuu rested their foreheads against each other.

“…You know what I think?” he murmured, “You have an oral fixation.”

Laughing, Uryuu held the sides of his face and kissed him again. “Three days and five blow jobs later, he figures it out.”

“Five really good blow jobs,” Ichigo said, smirking.

“I could make that six.”

Pushing himself to his feet, Ichigo made Uryuu sit in his place. He gave the Quincy a sly grin before speaking. “Or… I could work on returning the favour.”

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