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Fingers tap the
table in a rhythmical sound.
Ishida Uryuu groans
in annoyance.
"Kurosaki, would you mind?"
A set of sexy, wild, and untamed orange hair sways in space as the head is turned.
"What, Ishida?"
"Move your good-looking, strikingly gorgeous piece of human anatomy entitled ass from my line of vision before I cannot prevent myself from lunging onto you, please and thank you."
Brown eyes roll.
"Tch. Whatever, Ishida."
He tilts his raven-black head to a side innocently.
"Did I ever mention to you that I'm gay?"
Grunt.
"Ya, and no thanks fer reminding me 'bout it…" Continues on mumbling incoherent words while staring blankly at the television.
"And did I ever mention that I want you badly?"
Ichigo turns his
head to Ishida, mouth agape.
Ishida stares back
blankly. Smiles.
"What. The. Fuck?!"
"Yes, so please move aside from the television before my instincts take over and I pounce you in a sexual manner that you may or may not be in favor of."
An orange eyebrow arises from the ground that beholds it.
"I'ma staying here, Ishida."
"Are you in favor of what I might do to you if you still do not move from your current position even though I repeatedly tell you to do so?"
Focuses on the television.
Talks blankly."Whatever, Ishida. Not interes- FUCK!"
Ishida is on him and is pinning him. He straddles him and in the process, brushing their…"What the fuck was that?"
Ishida smiles.
"This was what I was going to do to you if you were to still not move aside, which you were still doing so, and which explains why I am doing this said action right here and right now: straddling you in your almighty divinity."
"Wha-"
"Oh, and did I mention that I have toy figures, posters and briefs with your picture imprinted on it in my room? Ryuuken was aggravated, really, when he accidentally saw the whole lot. It quite amused me, I must say."
"Ishida, if ya don't get fucking off me, I swear I'll- gasp."
Ishida
unintentionally brushes their extremely sensitive parts
in an attempt to lean near Icigo's face.
Ichigo moans and
thrusts back in reflex.
Ishida smiles.
"You seem to like this, Shinigami. Though I must say, this was not the reaction I was expecting from you."
"I don't li- oh God, shit!"
Ishida thrusts his hips in a manner that was neither soft nor hard, barely enough to touch.
The Shinigami gasps and thrusts back once more.
"Your body language tells me otherwise."
Pant. Pant. Pant.
"Ishida, fuckingplease do that again. Shit, I can't believe I'ma fuckin'begging."
Thrust.
Moan.
Thrust.
"Ah, ahhh- Fuck, I can't remember when these pants got this fuckin' tight."
Stops.
"Kurosaki, I think my blood circulation just got cut off."
Glare.
"What! Yer ruining the fucking mood- ahh ahh AHHHH… shit, y-ya do these with other people, don't ya?"
"No, I have just seen enough gay porno to know."
"So's that's w-why, huh?"
Ichigo moans and
groans uncontrollably, thrusting back in rhythm and synchronization
with Ishida's hips.
Ishida arches his
back in pleasure, his neck elegantly exposed.
"Heh, ya know, yer sexy when ya do that."
"R-really, now?"
They stop and stare at each other, panting breathlessly.
"Ishida…"
"Kurosaki…"
Uncomfortable
silence befell upon them.
Ichigo growls in annoyance.
"Aw, shit. Let's just fuck."
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"So tell me one more time, just how the fuck did I end up in bed fucking you? Last time I checked, I was fuckin' straight, not a homicidal faggot who loves cocks shoved up their assess."
"You should ask your conscience about that."
"What, and receive a stuck-up reply from good ol' reject-of-an-arrancar Hollow? Tch."
"It is not a fault of mine, Kurosaki. And don't go blabbing like you didn't like it. You were even the one who suggested we do thi-"
"WHAT! I'd never-"
Naked Ishida
straddles Naked Ichigo in the bed and purposefully thrust against
Ishigo. Hard.
Ichigo is in a loss
of breath
"Y-ya just - sharp intake of breath - do that ta lure me into-ngghhh…"
Ishida captures
Ichigo's lips in an obsessive kiss, still thrusting into him while
doing so.
Ichigo moans and
thrusts back, creating an ecstatic rhythm of pleasure and bliss.
Ishida moans, their
thrusting not being enough.
"Ku. Ro. Sa. Ki," he makes a trail of wet kisses on Ichigo's neck, devouring him,"Again?"
Ichigo pants, breathless once again.
"Ya, s-sure. Fuck, you're on."
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Silence.
"Kurosaki, I want to have babies."
"You do? Go fuck yourself."
Ishida looks down thoughtfully between the bulge in his legs.
"I am not able to bend my penis."
"Then make it erect. Duh."
Ishida rolls his eyes.
"If that is the case, then I will not be able to fuck myself, could I?"
"How 'bout this: Go masturbate, then ya go and get this medicine dropper, get sample of yer fuckin' sperm, and fuckin' shove it in ya hole and squeeze it all in. Ya dig?"
Ishida blinks blankly.
"No, I don't 'dig'."
Sigh.
"Just go adopt some kid. Problem solved."
"Why don't we make a kid?"
"Fuck you!"
"Yes, you certainly do it all the time."
"There ain't never gonna be no chance in fuckin' hell I'ma gonna have some kid with ya."
"Is that the truth?"
"Truth."
"Lie. You deny the very fact that you like my constant fucking and merry making sessions with you, Kurosaki. I'm not oblivious to such fact."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Fuck."
"Look, if ya really think I'm fuckin' serious-"
"I do."
"-about this thing, ya should go and tie ya self up, ya hear? 'Coz I ain't never gonna admit no-thing."
"That's a very shallow thing to do, I must say. But I do not like the implication, Kurosaki."
"Shut ya trap."
"As far as I'm concerned, you have no authority whatsoever over or below me, Kurosaki."
"And what the fuck was that supposed ta mean?!!"
"Simple. You will never be seme."
"In your dreams!"
Ishida makes a heartbreaking expression.
"Sadly, in reality as well."
"What the hell-"
Dropping the bag that slung from his shoulder, he darts towards Ichigo, face mere inches away.
"Ichigo,"the words came out in a swirl of sweetness and passion. Ishida licks his lips as he eyes the lips of the Shinigami in front him.
"Damn, Ishida. I forgot how fast ya could get."
"Ah, you did?"
Ishida scooted
closer, their lips barely touching.
Leaning near his
ear, and in a low smooth voice,
"Do you want to do it again, Ichigo?"
Ishida is then pinned to the nearest wall, Ichigo's breath against him, making his skin tingle.
"See? I didn't even do anything."
"But ya just called me by my name!"
"And?"
"That's, like, illegal!"
"When was such law implemented?"
Ichigo smirks.
"Just. Right. Now."He leaned in, kissing Ishida in slow, soft movements, teasing his lower lip.
Ishida breaks away.
"You know what? I'm thinking of recording everything that we do just so to prove you that you make all the advances towards me and still, I'm the seme."
Ishida smirks, and fiercely kisses back."Yeah, whatever."
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And this was supposed to be really shortI'm still thinking it over if I will continue this.Please review:3
