[fic] A Matter of Composure
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shannys_cornerTitle: A Matter of Composure
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kiyala
Word Count: 1261
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "deepthroating"
Yaay it's been a while since writing from Uryuu's PoV
I’ve never been entirely sure where Kurosaki gets his ideas from – I’ve seen him go from idly minding his own business to grinning at me with an evil glint in his eyes with no identifiable cause at all.
Though I’ve quickly learned that the evil glint is most definitely a good thing. Even when he has me pinned against the wall, body warm against mine the way he is at this moment.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he murmurs, mouth against my ear and bites the lobe before kissing the skin just under it. It sends a shudder through my body and he smirks at me, pulling back far enough to look me in the eyes and leaning forward again to capture my lips in a rough kiss. His lips move down to my neck and he bites in between his kisses, making me arch against the wall, gasping and leaning into him. His grip on me tightens and he smirks up at me. “I swear, Ishida. By the end of the night, you’ll love what I can do with my mouth.”
“You mean you’ll do things other than talking?” I ask, retorting while I still have the mental functions to do so. Kurosaki isn’t subtle and I am smart. I know what to look forward to already.
He snorts, pulling me against him suddenly enough to make me lose my balance. He holds me up, one hand snaking in between our bodies to pat my groin, already stirring with arousal. “Just for that, I’m going to make you scream so loud the neighbours will hear.”
I tilt my head up and kiss him hard. “Fine. They’re your neighbours.”
But we both know that he is correct in his assumption that it would embarrass me – even if I’m not the one who will have to face them later. He pushes me into a sofa and I fall backwards. The large, comfortable, sofa cushion breaks my fall and I sink into it as Kurosaki leans over me, bracing with his knee between my legs as he kisses me again. I pull him down on top of me with my arms wrapped around his shoulders and a leg hooked around his waist. He grabs onto the arms of the sofa to support himself, biting my neck before disentangling himself and kneeling on the floor, between my legs.
He starts with my shirt, taking hold of the zipper and pulling it down so that it falls open. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush, as he leans forward and kisses down my chest before going back up, flicking his tongue over my nipples.
I fight back the urge to tell him to hurry up, because doing so would mean losing to him – and every single thing between us is a matter of winning or losing. The hand I have holding the back of his head rests lightly on him, not bringing him closer the way I want to. I scratch the top of his head gently and his shoulders relax: a good enough sign as any that he likes it. I do it again and he hums happily this time. I chuckle at him and he glares up at me before moving his lips to the star-shaped scar in the middle of my chest.
I flinch away from the contact as soon as I feel it. As much as I try to rid myself of the reflex, I do it every single time he touches my scar, without being entirely sure of why. Perhaps it’s the memories associated with it, but I’ve never sat down to truly explore it and Kurosaki knows for the most part not to go anywhere near it without permission.
“Kurosaki,” I say through clenched teeth, partly due to the discomfort but also because as much as I wish it didn’t, it feels wonderful to have his tongue running across the sensitive skin.
His mouth moves lower, kissing down to where my pants begin. He undoes them easily and I lift my hips as he pulls them down, along with my underwear. He looks up again, but this time he’s smirking. I’m already hard for him – it’s embarrassingly easy for him to get me this way – but he ignores it for the moment, kissing my inner thigh instead. I wait, but he doesn’t give me what I want. He continues kissing the sensitive skin there and while I enjoy it, I’m unsatisfied, knowing that I have more to look forward to. I voice none of my impatience, watching him with the best impassive look I can manage at this moment.
“Do you enjoy wasting time, Kurosaki?”
“I enjoy watching you try to keep a straight face,” he quips. He moves his hand to hold my erection and I suck in a deep breath to keep from thrusting into it. He strokes it slowly, moving his hand up and down almost lazily. Finally, he chuckles. “Give someone enough time to get to know you, Ishida, and eventually you’re not as hard to read as you think you are.”
I growl under my breath, irritated because I know it’s the truth. And because I know that I’ve let Kurosaki closer to me than I’d ever intended to allow anybody. Deciding that there’s no need to pretend I’m calm if he can see through it, I grip his hair tightly. “I’m not as patient as I’d like you to think I am, either.”
Ichigo murmurs, “I know,” and moves his lips to the head of my erection, kissing it before wrapping his lips around it. I feel myself melt against the sofa even more than before and gasp as he takes more of it into his mouth. He bobs his head slowly, swallowing around me and sliding his lips further down my length.
I’m torn between bliss at the warmth that surrounds my cock and the way his tongue teases the underside of it, and amazement at how much of it he has in his mouth. I cannot recall him amazing me with his talents in oral sex before, which confuses me until he swallows around me again and whatever part of my brain thinking about it shuts down. I can feel the warmth of his mouth around the entirety of my length, his lips around the base and tongue against it. I shudder, fighting back the urge to thrust into his mouth. He massages my balls and I finally moan, low and loud.
Perhaps it’s what he’s waiting for, because he begins bobbing his head again. The feeling of his lips and tongue on my erection combined with the knowledge that he has all of me in his mouth push me to climax faster than I can recall.
“Fuck, Kurosaki, move,” I gasp as I feel it ripping through my entire body, from my groin to my stomach to my chest to my head, which feels like it’s exploding as I release. He ignores my warning, swallowing it all and it makes me moan softly.
“That was worth it,” he murmurs, wiping his lips with a grin as he settles on his haunches. “To see you lose it like that.”
Panting heavily, I lift my head and look at him. A thought occurs to me. “You didn’t make me scream loud enough that the neighbours would hear.”
“I could fix that,” he replies.
“Or,” I murmur, getting off the sofa and pushing him to lie on the floor. “I could be the one making you scream instead.”
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Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1261
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "deepthroating"
Yaay it's been a while since writing from Uryuu's PoV
I’ve never been entirely sure where Kurosaki gets his ideas from – I’ve seen him go from idly minding his own business to grinning at me with an evil glint in his eyes with no identifiable cause at all.
Though I’ve quickly learned that the evil glint is most definitely a good thing. Even when he has me pinned against the wall, body warm against mine the way he is at this moment.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he murmurs, mouth against my ear and bites the lobe before kissing the skin just under it. It sends a shudder through my body and he smirks at me, pulling back far enough to look me in the eyes and leaning forward again to capture my lips in a rough kiss. His lips move down to my neck and he bites in between his kisses, making me arch against the wall, gasping and leaning into him. His grip on me tightens and he smirks up at me. “I swear, Ishida. By the end of the night, you’ll love what I can do with my mouth.”
“You mean you’ll do things other than talking?” I ask, retorting while I still have the mental functions to do so. Kurosaki isn’t subtle and I am smart. I know what to look forward to already.
He snorts, pulling me against him suddenly enough to make me lose my balance. He holds me up, one hand snaking in between our bodies to pat my groin, already stirring with arousal. “Just for that, I’m going to make you scream so loud the neighbours will hear.”
I tilt my head up and kiss him hard. “Fine. They’re your neighbours.”
But we both know that he is correct in his assumption that it would embarrass me – even if I’m not the one who will have to face them later. He pushes me into a sofa and I fall backwards. The large, comfortable, sofa cushion breaks my fall and I sink into it as Kurosaki leans over me, bracing with his knee between my legs as he kisses me again. I pull him down on top of me with my arms wrapped around his shoulders and a leg hooked around his waist. He grabs onto the arms of the sofa to support himself, biting my neck before disentangling himself and kneeling on the floor, between my legs.
He starts with my shirt, taking hold of the zipper and pulling it down so that it falls open. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush, as he leans forward and kisses down my chest before going back up, flicking his tongue over my nipples.
I fight back the urge to tell him to hurry up, because doing so would mean losing to him – and every single thing between us is a matter of winning or losing. The hand I have holding the back of his head rests lightly on him, not bringing him closer the way I want to. I scratch the top of his head gently and his shoulders relax: a good enough sign as any that he likes it. I do it again and he hums happily this time. I chuckle at him and he glares up at me before moving his lips to the star-shaped scar in the middle of my chest.
I flinch away from the contact as soon as I feel it. As much as I try to rid myself of the reflex, I do it every single time he touches my scar, without being entirely sure of why. Perhaps it’s the memories associated with it, but I’ve never sat down to truly explore it and Kurosaki knows for the most part not to go anywhere near it without permission.
“Kurosaki,” I say through clenched teeth, partly due to the discomfort but also because as much as I wish it didn’t, it feels wonderful to have his tongue running across the sensitive skin.
His mouth moves lower, kissing down to where my pants begin. He undoes them easily and I lift my hips as he pulls them down, along with my underwear. He looks up again, but this time he’s smirking. I’m already hard for him – it’s embarrassingly easy for him to get me this way – but he ignores it for the moment, kissing my inner thigh instead. I wait, but he doesn’t give me what I want. He continues kissing the sensitive skin there and while I enjoy it, I’m unsatisfied, knowing that I have more to look forward to. I voice none of my impatience, watching him with the best impassive look I can manage at this moment.
“Do you enjoy wasting time, Kurosaki?”
“I enjoy watching you try to keep a straight face,” he quips. He moves his hand to hold my erection and I suck in a deep breath to keep from thrusting into it. He strokes it slowly, moving his hand up and down almost lazily. Finally, he chuckles. “Give someone enough time to get to know you, Ishida, and eventually you’re not as hard to read as you think you are.”
I growl under my breath, irritated because I know it’s the truth. And because I know that I’ve let Kurosaki closer to me than I’d ever intended to allow anybody. Deciding that there’s no need to pretend I’m calm if he can see through it, I grip his hair tightly. “I’m not as patient as I’d like you to think I am, either.”
Ichigo murmurs, “I know,” and moves his lips to the head of my erection, kissing it before wrapping his lips around it. I feel myself melt against the sofa even more than before and gasp as he takes more of it into his mouth. He bobs his head slowly, swallowing around me and sliding his lips further down my length.
I’m torn between bliss at the warmth that surrounds my cock and the way his tongue teases the underside of it, and amazement at how much of it he has in his mouth. I cannot recall him amazing me with his talents in oral sex before, which confuses me until he swallows around me again and whatever part of my brain thinking about it shuts down. I can feel the warmth of his mouth around the entirety of my length, his lips around the base and tongue against it. I shudder, fighting back the urge to thrust into his mouth. He massages my balls and I finally moan, low and loud.
Perhaps it’s what he’s waiting for, because he begins bobbing his head again. The feeling of his lips and tongue on my erection combined with the knowledge that he has all of me in his mouth push me to climax faster than I can recall.
“Fuck, Kurosaki, move,” I gasp as I feel it ripping through my entire body, from my groin to my stomach to my chest to my head, which feels like it’s exploding as I release. He ignores my warning, swallowing it all and it makes me moan softly.
“That was worth it,” he murmurs, wiping his lips with a grin as he settles on his haunches. “To see you lose it like that.”
Panting heavily, I lift my head and look at him. A thought occurs to me. “You didn’t make me scream loud enough that the neighbours would hear.”
“I could fix that,” he replies.
“Or,” I murmur, getting off the sofa and pushing him to lie on the floor. “I could be the one making you scream instead.”
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Date: 2009-08-07 05:03 pm (UTC)I'm going to hate it when you get a bingo on this card. I say you do an Ichi/Ishi blackout. :D
This is also inspiring me to get started on my card.
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Date: 2009-08-07 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-11 09:38 am (UTC)And glad that you liked it :D And don't you worry, I'm aiming at a blackout (if you hadn't yet worked that out xD) - perhaps not entirely IchiIshi but mostly :D
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Date: 2009-08-24 06:38 pm (UTC)I love it when Ichigo can break through Ishida's icy facade and make him show what he's feeling. \o/
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Date: 2009-08-24 11:47 pm (UTC)Hehe it is fun to have him be able to read Ishida after knowing him for some time xD
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Date: 2010-06-08 12:32 am (UTC)This line. So perfect <333
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