[fic] Insomnia
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shannys_cornerTitle: Insomnia
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kiyala
Word Count: 2670
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boysex, swearing, the usual
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: belated birthday fic for my dearlifeinahole27. Happy birthday-and-a-week, Sarckes! ♥
Asked her for a prompt ages ago and she gave me 'insomnia' - I could've done more with it, but the muse monster wasn't cooperating very much. For the same reason, the ending isn't all that great but by this point, it just needed to end somewhere xD;;
It’s a quarter to four in the early morning and there is a knock on the door. There’s only one person in the world with the balls to do that and luckily for them, they’re also the one person Ichigo wouldn’t mind seeing at such a godawful hour.
He opens the door to find Uryuu standing there, wearing that wry grin that always tells Ichigo that he’s getting away with something nobody else would. Ichigo smirks back and takes him by the hand, pulling him into the flat. Uryuu feels cold from the night air and Ichigo holds him close, partly to warm him and partly to enjoy their proximity.
“Nice of you to visit,” he murmurs with a grin, pressing a kiss to the Quincy’s lips.
“Mm,” Uryuu returns the kiss before pulling away and making a half-hearted attempt to hide his smile. One corner of his mouth remains curved upward. “You’re in trouble.”
“Really?” Ichigo’s grin widens. “Doesn’t feel like it.”
“I’m serious, Kurosaki,” Uryuu says, slipping back to using Ichigo’s family name the way he does when he’s angry or concerned. “I’m not even going to tell you off for keeping me awake, but how many nights in a row have you not had proper sleep for now?”
“I don’t know,” Ichigo grumbles, knowing Uryuu does. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise, idiot,” Uryuu says in that gentle tone that Ichigo would never have believed the Quincy could even use, two years ago. “All I want is for you to get some sleep. This can’t be healthy for you. Remember what we learned at uni, prolonged periods without sleep can lead to—”
“I know, I know,” Ichigo sighs wearily. “And you know that if I could sleep, I would.”
“I’d ask you what was on your mind to keep you up like this,” Uryuu says, “If the thought of you thinking too much was actually believable.”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” Ichigo makes a face. “We’ve tried everything to get me to sleep – you even made a freaking scientific investigation out of it.”
“I had to be sure we were getting valid results,” Uryuu replies. “Besides, if I’m awake, I might as well exercise my brain.”
This makes Ichigo’s shoulders slump again. “I’m sorry.”
“Idiot.” Uryuu holds him a little tighter, but doesn’t tell him that it isn’t his fault. Because it is, really. He’s always been particularly sensitive to reiatsu and Ichigo’s is the easiest to sense because it’s so loud. And then, taking their relationship into consideration, he’s grown better at reading the reiatsu he feels: down to being able to tell when Ichigo is awake, and when he is agitated. And with these recent bouts of insomnia, Ichigo has been both, and the resulting reiatsu pattern is rough enough to keep Uryuu awake.
“Typical of me,” Ichigo mutters, shaking his head. “I do something dumb and just have to drag you down with me.”
“Ichigo,” Uryuu says sharply, making him fall silent. “I didn’t come over here just to listen to you beating yourself up over something that you can’t really help.”
“That’s the problem, isn’t it? I can never really help it, but I do dumb things like it’s my fucking job—”
Uryuu cuts him off with a kiss. Not a short one to make Ichigo stop talking, but a long kiss with the intention of distracting him from everything else. If the look on Ichigo’s face after Uryuu finally pulls away is any indication, he’s succeeded.
Ichigo places his hands on the sides of Uryuu’s face, pulling him into another kiss, this time hungrier and more demanding. Uryuu smiles against Ichigo’s lips, always pleased to know that the insomnia isn’t affecting his libido: a fact reinforced by Ichigo’s wandering hands.
“I think we should move away from the door,” Ichigo murmurs between kisses, leaving unsaid that they should be moving to his bed. Uryuu makes a small noise from the back of his throat, which Ichigo takes as agreement, and leads the way.
Uryuu turns around at the foot of Ichigo’s bed, watching him approach. Ichigo’s tired eyes and now alight with a predatory gleam and he grins, licking his lips slowly. Their tendency to have sex at odd hours of the morning has earned them enough complaints for Uryuu to be embarrassed to run into the other tenants during the day, and for Ichigo to buy a scrap-book to save all the small notes they find stuck to his door. Uryuu tries to be quieter, but it’s a difficult thing to do when Ichigo is always so dedicated to making him scream.
Ichigo wastes no time, pushing Uryuu down onto the bed and crawling on top of him. They kiss each other hard, letting out shaky breaths as they rock their hips against each other. Uryuu can feel Ichigo’s cock hardening against his own and that, combined with the large, warm hands slipping under his shirt make him gasp, arching against Ichigo, who pulls him close needily.
Uryuu bites his lip when he feels Ichigo’s teeth against his neck, lightly grazing the sensitive skin there. Then he feels Ichigo’s teeth sink into his neck, blurring that fine line between pleasure and pain, and gasps loudly, whimpering as Ichigo bites him again.
“I love how much you love that,” Ichigo murmurs, his voice husky, his hand slipping between their bodies to cup Uryuu’s erection through his pants. He presses his fingers down a little harder, right where Uryuu’s balls are, and watches as the Quincy throws his head back, teeth digging into his lower lip just a little harder in a renewed effort to stay quiet. Ichigo smirks, though the look in his eyes is nothing short of adoring. “Oh, beautiful, I can’t have you hurting yourself.”
With a demanding kiss, he coaxes Uryuu to stop biting down, relishing the quiet hum as their tongues meet. Uryuu’s arms go around Ichigo’s shoulders to hold him closer, fingers winding through his unruly hair. When Ichigo breaks the kiss, he nibbles gently on Uryuu’s lower lip, pulling away with an impish grin.
Holding Ichigo’s gaze, Uryuu slowly returns the grin, letting his hand trail down his lover’s chest and to the bulge in his pants. His fingers are gentle as they trace the outline of Ichigo’s cock, a silent reminder that he is just as merciless, that he is just as good at reducing Ichigo to incoherency.
“You’re wearing too much,” Uryuu murmurs, his fingers sliding under Ichigo’s shirt. “We need to fix this.”
“Anything you want, Archer,” Ichigo breathes, leaning into Uryuu’s touch. He takes hold of his shirt and Uryuu helps him pull it off, depositing it on the floor before returning his attention to Ichigo, sitting up so they are eye-to-eye.
Ichigo leans in for a kiss and Uryuu moves away in the last minute, smirking at the way this makes the lust burn even brighter in the brown eyes fixed on him. With a hand on Ichigo’s back to keep him where he is, Uryuu lowers his lips to the muscled chest before him, kissing one nipple before moving to the other. He pushes Ichigo up to kneel and kisses down his stomach, fingers following to admire the contours of his muscles, all the way down to the trail of hair stopping where Ichigo's pants begin.
“Damn it Uryuu,” Ichigo gasps out, wondering how the hell the Quincy's managed to turn the situation around like this. He fumbles with the belt he still hasn’t changed out of and Uryuu pulls his pants down, pushing him to lie down on the bed. Anything else Ichigo has to say is promptly forgotten as Uryuu kisses the head of his cock, peeking out from the waistband of his underwear. He simply gasps, hips lifting off the mattress and towards Uryuu’s mouth.
“Patience,” Uryuu says quietly, though he can feel his own erection, desperate for attention. He kisses down the length, through the thin material of Ichigo’s briefs, earning a low groan.
“Fuck, Uryuu—” Ichigo’s eyes widen as his underwear is pulled down and Uryuu’s lips are wrapped around his cock. It takes all of his self control to keep himself from thrusting into the wet warmth, demanding more. He places one hand on the side of Uryuu’s head, holding his bangs back, the other fisting the bed sheets. “Fuck.”
Uryuu is indulgent, as always. If he is a little too slow for Ichigo’s liking, this is compensated for by the fact that everything he does makes Ichigo’s breath hitch and his mind blank. Uryuu deepthroats him and Ichigo moans, both hands on the sides of the Quincy’s head. Ichigo arches off the bed, pressing his head back into the mattress beneath him as he manages to gasp out a warning of, “Coming!” before he releases. Uryuu doesn’t move away, swallowing, licking Ichigo clean, and kneeling over him once again, the thumb of his left hand teasing the head of the redhead’s still-erect penis.
“Did you like that?” he asks with an amused tone. Ichigo knows the question is entirely unnecessary; he knows by now just how dazed his expression must look. Uryuu kisses him and Ichigo pulls him down, lifting his shirt off too before starting on the pants.
They take a moment to look at each other once they’re both naked. It is, by no stretch of the imagination, uncommon for them to be undressed around each other. This doesn’t mean they’ve lost their appreciation for it. And if they’ve benefited at all from the fighting they’ve done, it’s given them far more stamina than the average person. Ichigo is panting softly and Uryuu’s cheeks are flushed, but they’re nowhere near done with each other just yet.
Ichigo always dislikes not giving as good as he gets. He hates it even more when it’s a situation like this, where Uryuu can’t sleep because of him, he can’t sleep because he’s just stupid that way, and there’s an irritating voice at the back of his mind making him feel like he’s taking advantage of Uryuu every time they end up in bed together at some odd hour of the early morning. He knows this isn’t really the case; Uryuu is amazingly insatiable, which had surprised Ichigo upon discovery. Now, it makes Ichigo feel a lot better about the fact that he, too, finds the majority of his thoughts centred around Uryuu and sex.
Rolling them over so he is on top, Ichigo nuzzles Uryuu’s neck before biting into it again. Uryuu moans softly and Ichigo grins, knowing him well enough to know this is a sign that he’s even more aroused than before. Not that this is a surprise, considering the way the feeling of bare skin against skin is driving Ichigo wild, too. He rocks his hips against Uryuu’s and they both curse quietly at just how good it feels. Uryuu hooks a leg around Ichigo to pull him closer, their erections hot and hard against each other. Ichigo moans, and Uryuu’s grip on him tightens as they rock against each other harder this time.
Uryuu becomes progressively louder, until he bites on his knuckles to keep himself quiet. Ichigo moves the hand away, kneeling over Uryuu and licking his lips. “I want to fuck you so badly.”
This makes Uryuu smile, adding to the dazed look in his eyes. “I’m not stopping you.”
Ichigo presses a kiss to Uryuu’s lips, one hand already reaching to the bedside stand for the condoms and lube. It’s almost an automatic process now, and Ichigo doesn’t need to look, doesn’t even need to break the kiss as he flicks the bottle cap open. Instead of slicking his own fingers, he takes hold of Uryuu’s wrist.
“I want to watch you first,” he explains when Uryuu looks confused.
Uryuu raises his eyebrows and smiles slowly. “You want to watch me prepare myself for you, Ichigo?”
“Yes.” The reply is low, Ichigo looking as though he’s doing all he can to keep from pouncing on Uryuu.
“You want me to stretch myself for you, so I can have your huge cock all the way inside me? Mm, that would feel so good, wouldn’t it?”
“Fuck, Uryuu,” Ichigo moans, voice cracking a little with desire. “You play so dirty.”
“You love it.” Uryuu chuckles as he repositions himself on the bed so he can push two fingers into himself. He lets out a long breath and looks up at Ichigo, holding his gaze.
Ichigo feels his mouth go dry as he watches. Uryuu lets out small sounds of pleasure as he adds another finger, pushes them deeper, stretching himself. He feels his self control slowly and steadily wear away and when Uryuu arches with a small gasp, Ichigo swears and crawls across to him, slicking his own fingers.
“Can’t just sit and watch when you look like this,” Ichigo murmurs, one hand stroking Uryuu’s cock, the other moving towards Uryuu’s entrance, gently pushing one finger in.
“Ichigo,” Uryuu gasps, eyes screwed shut. His mouth is open and his chest rises and falls as he pants. He bites his lip hard as Ichigo adds another finger, curling them just the right way. “Ohhhh, fuck yes.”
“Fuck,” Ichigo growls, his hand on Uryuu’s erection slowing and reaching for the condoms. He tears one open with his teeth and gently withdraws his fingers so he can put it on. Uryuu whimpers in protest at the loss, but then moans breathlessly at the feel of the erection pressed against his thigh as Ichigo takes holds of him beneath the knees and spreads him open a little wider. “You look so beautiful, Archer.”
Uryuu’s lips twitch upward at the nickname as Ichigo pushes in slowly. He lets out a breath he doesn’t even remember holding once Ichigo is fully sheathed, to the balls. Ichigo remains that way for a moment, not moving, savouring the tightness that surrounds him, before he places his hands on Uryuu’s hips and thrusts gently.
With a loud gasp, Uryuu’s fingers go to Ichigo’s shoulders, holding him tight enough to bruise. Not that either of them notice, minds blanking with pleasure. Uryuu’s cock is dripping and Ichigo hums appreciatively as he wraps a hand around it, pumping in time to his thrusts. Uryuu throws his head back with a loud moan and Ichigo shifts, finding that one angle that makes Uryuu scream with pleasure every single time.
Uryuu comes hard with a loud moan as Ichigo continues stroking and thrusting until he follows soon after. They collapse back on the bed together, disentangling themselves, throwing out the condom, and panting for breath.
Ichigo grins, kissing Uryuu and whispering, “You think we woke the neighbours?”
Uryuu groans, though he can’t hide the smile. “We’re terrible people and they must hate us.”
“They’re just jealous,” Ichigo decides. “Because we have good sex at…”
“Five-thirty in the morning,” Uryuu supplies, glancing at the bedside alarm clock. “And I have to be up at eight to get to my morning lab on time.”
Ichigo raises an eyebrow. “You came over when you’ve got an early start tomorrow at uni? You idiot.”
“Really?” Uryuu looks at him and smiles a little when he sees Ichigo’s eyes drooping. “And you’re sleepy. I think that makes it worth it.”
“You’re sappy after sex, you know that?” Ichigo murmurs against Uryuu’s neck, kissing it.
“Shut up, Kurosaki.” Uryuu’s tone is more affectionate than anything else as he runs a hand through Ichigo’s hair. “Shut up and sleep.”
“Love you.”
Uryuu snorts. “And you call me sappy.”
“M’serious,” Ichigo mumbles. “You stay up late with me before early classes and you sex me to sleep. Luckiest guy in the world, right here.”
Uryuu shakes his head, but murmurs that he shares the sentiments. By the time he pulls the blanket over them, Ichigo is already asleep.
Not even bothering to hide his smile this time, Uryuu strokes Ichigo’s hair once again. “…Idiot.”
Definitely worth it.
x
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 2670
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boysex, swearing, the usual
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: belated birthday fic for my dear
lifeinahole27. Happy birthday-and-a-week, Sarckes! ♥Asked her for a prompt ages ago and she gave me 'insomnia' - I could've done more with it, but the muse monster wasn't cooperating very much. For the same reason, the ending isn't all that great but by this point, it just needed to end somewhere xD;;
It’s a quarter to four in the early morning and there is a knock on the door. There’s only one person in the world with the balls to do that and luckily for them, they’re also the one person Ichigo wouldn’t mind seeing at such a godawful hour.
He opens the door to find Uryuu standing there, wearing that wry grin that always tells Ichigo that he’s getting away with something nobody else would. Ichigo smirks back and takes him by the hand, pulling him into the flat. Uryuu feels cold from the night air and Ichigo holds him close, partly to warm him and partly to enjoy their proximity.
“Nice of you to visit,” he murmurs with a grin, pressing a kiss to the Quincy’s lips.
“Mm,” Uryuu returns the kiss before pulling away and making a half-hearted attempt to hide his smile. One corner of his mouth remains curved upward. “You’re in trouble.”
“Really?” Ichigo’s grin widens. “Doesn’t feel like it.”
“I’m serious, Kurosaki,” Uryuu says, slipping back to using Ichigo’s family name the way he does when he’s angry or concerned. “I’m not even going to tell you off for keeping me awake, but how many nights in a row have you not had proper sleep for now?”
“I don’t know,” Ichigo grumbles, knowing Uryuu does. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise, idiot,” Uryuu says in that gentle tone that Ichigo would never have believed the Quincy could even use, two years ago. “All I want is for you to get some sleep. This can’t be healthy for you. Remember what we learned at uni, prolonged periods without sleep can lead to—”
“I know, I know,” Ichigo sighs wearily. “And you know that if I could sleep, I would.”
“I’d ask you what was on your mind to keep you up like this,” Uryuu says, “If the thought of you thinking too much was actually believable.”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” Ichigo makes a face. “We’ve tried everything to get me to sleep – you even made a freaking scientific investigation out of it.”
“I had to be sure we were getting valid results,” Uryuu replies. “Besides, if I’m awake, I might as well exercise my brain.”
This makes Ichigo’s shoulders slump again. “I’m sorry.”
“Idiot.” Uryuu holds him a little tighter, but doesn’t tell him that it isn’t his fault. Because it is, really. He’s always been particularly sensitive to reiatsu and Ichigo’s is the easiest to sense because it’s so loud. And then, taking their relationship into consideration, he’s grown better at reading the reiatsu he feels: down to being able to tell when Ichigo is awake, and when he is agitated. And with these recent bouts of insomnia, Ichigo has been both, and the resulting reiatsu pattern is rough enough to keep Uryuu awake.
“Typical of me,” Ichigo mutters, shaking his head. “I do something dumb and just have to drag you down with me.”
“Ichigo,” Uryuu says sharply, making him fall silent. “I didn’t come over here just to listen to you beating yourself up over something that you can’t really help.”
“That’s the problem, isn’t it? I can never really help it, but I do dumb things like it’s my fucking job—”
Uryuu cuts him off with a kiss. Not a short one to make Ichigo stop talking, but a long kiss with the intention of distracting him from everything else. If the look on Ichigo’s face after Uryuu finally pulls away is any indication, he’s succeeded.
Ichigo places his hands on the sides of Uryuu’s face, pulling him into another kiss, this time hungrier and more demanding. Uryuu smiles against Ichigo’s lips, always pleased to know that the insomnia isn’t affecting his libido: a fact reinforced by Ichigo’s wandering hands.
“I think we should move away from the door,” Ichigo murmurs between kisses, leaving unsaid that they should be moving to his bed. Uryuu makes a small noise from the back of his throat, which Ichigo takes as agreement, and leads the way.
Uryuu turns around at the foot of Ichigo’s bed, watching him approach. Ichigo’s tired eyes and now alight with a predatory gleam and he grins, licking his lips slowly. Their tendency to have sex at odd hours of the morning has earned them enough complaints for Uryuu to be embarrassed to run into the other tenants during the day, and for Ichigo to buy a scrap-book to save all the small notes they find stuck to his door. Uryuu tries to be quieter, but it’s a difficult thing to do when Ichigo is always so dedicated to making him scream.
Ichigo wastes no time, pushing Uryuu down onto the bed and crawling on top of him. They kiss each other hard, letting out shaky breaths as they rock their hips against each other. Uryuu can feel Ichigo’s cock hardening against his own and that, combined with the large, warm hands slipping under his shirt make him gasp, arching against Ichigo, who pulls him close needily.
Uryuu bites his lip when he feels Ichigo’s teeth against his neck, lightly grazing the sensitive skin there. Then he feels Ichigo’s teeth sink into his neck, blurring that fine line between pleasure and pain, and gasps loudly, whimpering as Ichigo bites him again.
“I love how much you love that,” Ichigo murmurs, his voice husky, his hand slipping between their bodies to cup Uryuu’s erection through his pants. He presses his fingers down a little harder, right where Uryuu’s balls are, and watches as the Quincy throws his head back, teeth digging into his lower lip just a little harder in a renewed effort to stay quiet. Ichigo smirks, though the look in his eyes is nothing short of adoring. “Oh, beautiful, I can’t have you hurting yourself.”
With a demanding kiss, he coaxes Uryuu to stop biting down, relishing the quiet hum as their tongues meet. Uryuu’s arms go around Ichigo’s shoulders to hold him closer, fingers winding through his unruly hair. When Ichigo breaks the kiss, he nibbles gently on Uryuu’s lower lip, pulling away with an impish grin.
Holding Ichigo’s gaze, Uryuu slowly returns the grin, letting his hand trail down his lover’s chest and to the bulge in his pants. His fingers are gentle as they trace the outline of Ichigo’s cock, a silent reminder that he is just as merciless, that he is just as good at reducing Ichigo to incoherency.
“You’re wearing too much,” Uryuu murmurs, his fingers sliding under Ichigo’s shirt. “We need to fix this.”
“Anything you want, Archer,” Ichigo breathes, leaning into Uryuu’s touch. He takes hold of his shirt and Uryuu helps him pull it off, depositing it on the floor before returning his attention to Ichigo, sitting up so they are eye-to-eye.
Ichigo leans in for a kiss and Uryuu moves away in the last minute, smirking at the way this makes the lust burn even brighter in the brown eyes fixed on him. With a hand on Ichigo’s back to keep him where he is, Uryuu lowers his lips to the muscled chest before him, kissing one nipple before moving to the other. He pushes Ichigo up to kneel and kisses down his stomach, fingers following to admire the contours of his muscles, all the way down to the trail of hair stopping where Ichigo's pants begin.
“Damn it Uryuu,” Ichigo gasps out, wondering how the hell the Quincy's managed to turn the situation around like this. He fumbles with the belt he still hasn’t changed out of and Uryuu pulls his pants down, pushing him to lie down on the bed. Anything else Ichigo has to say is promptly forgotten as Uryuu kisses the head of his cock, peeking out from the waistband of his underwear. He simply gasps, hips lifting off the mattress and towards Uryuu’s mouth.
“Patience,” Uryuu says quietly, though he can feel his own erection, desperate for attention. He kisses down the length, through the thin material of Ichigo’s briefs, earning a low groan.
“Fuck, Uryuu—” Ichigo’s eyes widen as his underwear is pulled down and Uryuu’s lips are wrapped around his cock. It takes all of his self control to keep himself from thrusting into the wet warmth, demanding more. He places one hand on the side of Uryuu’s head, holding his bangs back, the other fisting the bed sheets. “Fuck.”
Uryuu is indulgent, as always. If he is a little too slow for Ichigo’s liking, this is compensated for by the fact that everything he does makes Ichigo’s breath hitch and his mind blank. Uryuu deepthroats him and Ichigo moans, both hands on the sides of the Quincy’s head. Ichigo arches off the bed, pressing his head back into the mattress beneath him as he manages to gasp out a warning of, “Coming!” before he releases. Uryuu doesn’t move away, swallowing, licking Ichigo clean, and kneeling over him once again, the thumb of his left hand teasing the head of the redhead’s still-erect penis.
“Did you like that?” he asks with an amused tone. Ichigo knows the question is entirely unnecessary; he knows by now just how dazed his expression must look. Uryuu kisses him and Ichigo pulls him down, lifting his shirt off too before starting on the pants.
They take a moment to look at each other once they’re both naked. It is, by no stretch of the imagination, uncommon for them to be undressed around each other. This doesn’t mean they’ve lost their appreciation for it. And if they’ve benefited at all from the fighting they’ve done, it’s given them far more stamina than the average person. Ichigo is panting softly and Uryuu’s cheeks are flushed, but they’re nowhere near done with each other just yet.
Ichigo always dislikes not giving as good as he gets. He hates it even more when it’s a situation like this, where Uryuu can’t sleep because of him, he can’t sleep because he’s just stupid that way, and there’s an irritating voice at the back of his mind making him feel like he’s taking advantage of Uryuu every time they end up in bed together at some odd hour of the early morning. He knows this isn’t really the case; Uryuu is amazingly insatiable, which had surprised Ichigo upon discovery. Now, it makes Ichigo feel a lot better about the fact that he, too, finds the majority of his thoughts centred around Uryuu and sex.
Rolling them over so he is on top, Ichigo nuzzles Uryuu’s neck before biting into it again. Uryuu moans softly and Ichigo grins, knowing him well enough to know this is a sign that he’s even more aroused than before. Not that this is a surprise, considering the way the feeling of bare skin against skin is driving Ichigo wild, too. He rocks his hips against Uryuu’s and they both curse quietly at just how good it feels. Uryuu hooks a leg around Ichigo to pull him closer, their erections hot and hard against each other. Ichigo moans, and Uryuu’s grip on him tightens as they rock against each other harder this time.
Uryuu becomes progressively louder, until he bites on his knuckles to keep himself quiet. Ichigo moves the hand away, kneeling over Uryuu and licking his lips. “I want to fuck you so badly.”
This makes Uryuu smile, adding to the dazed look in his eyes. “I’m not stopping you.”
Ichigo presses a kiss to Uryuu’s lips, one hand already reaching to the bedside stand for the condoms and lube. It’s almost an automatic process now, and Ichigo doesn’t need to look, doesn’t even need to break the kiss as he flicks the bottle cap open. Instead of slicking his own fingers, he takes hold of Uryuu’s wrist.
“I want to watch you first,” he explains when Uryuu looks confused.
Uryuu raises his eyebrows and smiles slowly. “You want to watch me prepare myself for you, Ichigo?”
“Yes.” The reply is low, Ichigo looking as though he’s doing all he can to keep from pouncing on Uryuu.
“You want me to stretch myself for you, so I can have your huge cock all the way inside me? Mm, that would feel so good, wouldn’t it?”
“Fuck, Uryuu,” Ichigo moans, voice cracking a little with desire. “You play so dirty.”
“You love it.” Uryuu chuckles as he repositions himself on the bed so he can push two fingers into himself. He lets out a long breath and looks up at Ichigo, holding his gaze.
Ichigo feels his mouth go dry as he watches. Uryuu lets out small sounds of pleasure as he adds another finger, pushes them deeper, stretching himself. He feels his self control slowly and steadily wear away and when Uryuu arches with a small gasp, Ichigo swears and crawls across to him, slicking his own fingers.
“Can’t just sit and watch when you look like this,” Ichigo murmurs, one hand stroking Uryuu’s cock, the other moving towards Uryuu’s entrance, gently pushing one finger in.
“Ichigo,” Uryuu gasps, eyes screwed shut. His mouth is open and his chest rises and falls as he pants. He bites his lip hard as Ichigo adds another finger, curling them just the right way. “Ohhhh, fuck yes.”
“Fuck,” Ichigo growls, his hand on Uryuu’s erection slowing and reaching for the condoms. He tears one open with his teeth and gently withdraws his fingers so he can put it on. Uryuu whimpers in protest at the loss, but then moans breathlessly at the feel of the erection pressed against his thigh as Ichigo takes holds of him beneath the knees and spreads him open a little wider. “You look so beautiful, Archer.”
Uryuu’s lips twitch upward at the nickname as Ichigo pushes in slowly. He lets out a breath he doesn’t even remember holding once Ichigo is fully sheathed, to the balls. Ichigo remains that way for a moment, not moving, savouring the tightness that surrounds him, before he places his hands on Uryuu’s hips and thrusts gently.
With a loud gasp, Uryuu’s fingers go to Ichigo’s shoulders, holding him tight enough to bruise. Not that either of them notice, minds blanking with pleasure. Uryuu’s cock is dripping and Ichigo hums appreciatively as he wraps a hand around it, pumping in time to his thrusts. Uryuu throws his head back with a loud moan and Ichigo shifts, finding that one angle that makes Uryuu scream with pleasure every single time.
Uryuu comes hard with a loud moan as Ichigo continues stroking and thrusting until he follows soon after. They collapse back on the bed together, disentangling themselves, throwing out the condom, and panting for breath.
Ichigo grins, kissing Uryuu and whispering, “You think we woke the neighbours?”
Uryuu groans, though he can’t hide the smile. “We’re terrible people and they must hate us.”
“They’re just jealous,” Ichigo decides. “Because we have good sex at…”
“Five-thirty in the morning,” Uryuu supplies, glancing at the bedside alarm clock. “And I have to be up at eight to get to my morning lab on time.”
Ichigo raises an eyebrow. “You came over when you’ve got an early start tomorrow at uni? You idiot.”
“Really?” Uryuu looks at him and smiles a little when he sees Ichigo’s eyes drooping. “And you’re sleepy. I think that makes it worth it.”
“You’re sappy after sex, you know that?” Ichigo murmurs against Uryuu’s neck, kissing it.
“Shut up, Kurosaki.” Uryuu’s tone is more affectionate than anything else as he runs a hand through Ichigo’s hair. “Shut up and sleep.”
“Love you.”
Uryuu snorts. “And you call me sappy.”
“M’serious,” Ichigo mumbles. “You stay up late with me before early classes and you sex me to sleep. Luckiest guy in the world, right here.”
Uryuu shakes his head, but murmurs that he shares the sentiments. By the time he pulls the blanket over them, Ichigo is already asleep.
Not even bothering to hide his smile this time, Uryuu strokes Ichigo’s hair once again. “…Idiot.”
Definitely worth it.
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Date: 2010-07-06 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-06 05:57 pm (UTC)It made my day :D
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Date: 2010-07-08 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 06:05 pm (UTC)K: *throws ribbons and shininess at Shanny*
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Thank you!! *Kii-face squish!!*
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Date: 2010-07-08 11:31 am (UTC)*Sarcake squish!* :D
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Date: 2010-07-06 07:23 pm (UTC)This was sweet, just what I needed!
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Date: 2010-07-08 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 08:10 pm (UTC)I'm happy that you write about them that much.
I love all your stories! And this is just so hot - you will never disappointed me xD
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Date: 2010-07-08 11:33 am (UTC)Also: *snort* love your icon xD
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 11:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-09 03:17 am (UTC)You have totally inspired me to get back to work. *cracks knuckles and gets to work on i/i fic*
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Date: 2010-07-07 08:05 am (UTC)But seriously, all that worrying was for nothing, Chibi. This was great. Nothing felt out of place, the smex was awesome and the ending made me go "Awww…". So yes, a job very well done! *Daddy! thumbs up*
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Date: 2010-07-08 02:04 pm (UTC)Such a relief to hear it! And sorry for angsting at you so much while writing this one (and the two I attempted before it xD;;;)
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Date: 2010-07-07 10:27 am (UTC)No I take that back... I loved the whole thing!!
*nods* You're awesome ^^
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Date: 2010-07-08 08:52 am (UTC)Amazing, Kii-sama!! >DD I don't care what you say, I'll still call you that, 'cause you deserve to be! <3
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Date: 2010-07-08 02:06 pm (UTC)But I'm glad you liked it! <3
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Date: 2010-07-08 10:22 am (UTC)(It maybe sounds strange, but I really like that you used present tense in this one - it makes the story imminent and catching)
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Date: 2010-07-08 02:07 pm (UTC)And I totally understand your appreciation for the present tense. Sometimes, the story just *needs* to be told in present instead of past.