A teen was sitting on the chair, resting his chin on his elbow. Scowl graced his face, and his eyes were closed, but he seemed relaxed with his legs crossed elegantly. Everything was prepared for next guest- curtains hanging at a huge, full-wall window, were opened, bed sheets on the king sized bed across the window were changed. He himself was dressed in one of his best shirts, leaving a few open buttons at the top, and black pants that were not too tight, but perfect. Everything was to be perfect for this guest.

He waited.

When he heard the door opening, he turned around in his seat, seductive smile replacing his scowl, amber eyes opening.

"I was waiting for you, Urahara-san." He stood up and walked toward blond-haired man, resting one hand on Kisuke's shoulder, leaning in. "I'm glad you came." He kissed him on the cheek.

"You're … younger than I expected." Man said, his eyes were slightly widened. He pushed Ichigo away, and took a step back. "I don't think I can…"

"Urahara-san." Teen sighted with concern, hugging his waist. "It's okay. Here everything is okay, everything's fine." With each word he stepped closer to the other, to the point when he was hugging him. "You're here because you need it." He leaned in again, slowly bringing their lips together, in filled with passion kiss. His eyes fell shut when he felt the other respond. Slowly their tongues slid against each other's, making Ichigo moan. He started to gently pull Urahara back , and when his knees hit the edge of the bed, he fell, and the man landed on top of him.

Urahara stilled, and started to laugh quietly, smiling and shaking his head.

"Is something wrong, Urahara-san?" asked Ichigo, smiling back. His voice was barely a whisper, and he panted slightly.

"Call me Kisuke. You know…"

"Ichigo."

"… Ichigo, I never did it with a man before.."

"You can go to someone else, Kisuke-san, if you want to. There's plenty of beautiful woman here." Teen said, stroking man's cheek lightly.

"No." he whispered, nuzzling teen's neck with his nose, earning a gasp. "It felt like betrayal, being with a woman." Sudden pull, and they changed sides. "Please, take care of me, Ichigo!~" he added playfully, his smile barely reaching his eyes. Hesitation was gone now.

"Of course, Kisuke-san."Ichigo never asked questions. He kissed man's jaw, then trailing feather like kisses on his neck and chest, opening his shirt as he did it; his own was lying on the floor long ago. Urahara arched his back, moaning. Teen couldn't help but smirk, when he felt the other harden and his breath quicken. He stood up for a second, chuckling as he saw his guest's surprised face, and took of his pants, quickly doing the same for the man. He sat on top of Kisuke, and gasped, when he rolled his hips into man's. Urahara touched a scar, that ranged from teen's right hip to the knee. It was thin, but even the slightest touch to the sensitive tissue made Ichigo moan.

"I hope that you don't mind it, Kisuke-san." He whispered into his ear, licking at the earlobe.

"No-o!" man yelped, when the teen suddenly sat between his legs, and licked at the tip of his erection. "I don't mi- Oh God!" pale fingers entangled with orange locks, when Ichigo took him into his mouth.

He liked on the sensitive underside, earning a deep moan from Urahara. Sucking and licking, he reached between his own legs and slid his finger across his entrance, never looking away from the other, he slid it in, pumping in time with his sucking. His left hand kept Urahara's hips down when he buckled, and he slowed his peace, adding a second and third finger, twisting them around and pressing his prostate in studied movement. His eyes closed, and he moaned, sending vibrations along the length, making Urahara moan.

The man pulled him up by the hair, linking their lips once more in hot and wet kiss. They exchanged glances and Urahara smirked widely.

"Ichigo. I want to be inside you."

Without a word, the teen lined man's length with his entrance, and slowly lowered himself on it, throwing his head backwards and letting a cry escape his throat, as the other was fully sheathed inside.

"So… big… oh God! Kisuke-san!" he let another strangled cry out as he started to move, setting an agonizingly slow peace, rocking his hips. Urahara sat up and embraced the teen with his arms, meeting Ichigo's movements with sharp thrusts, his touch desperate and full of need.

Time filled with passion fled, as their connected bodies danced with each other; moans, gasps and occasional words could be heard. Touches bringing the oddest pleasure Urahara had ever felt, amber eyes meeting grey ones, as their owners were nearing the peak.

Movements became faster and erratic. Their lips met, tongues battling, in wet and sloppy kiss. String of saliva connecting their mouth, as they paused for breath. Kisuke licked other's shoulder, and bit it, drawing out some blood.

"I'm gonna.."

"I want to feel you come inside of me, Kisuke-san." Barely a whisper made him cum, snapping his hips up sharply, deep into the teen.

"Kisuke-san!" the teen came instantly after him, with the man's name screamed out on the top of his lungs. They panted heavily for quite a while, and when their bodies were calming, Ichigo looked out of the window , hearing fireworks. "Happy New Year" he whispered.

Urahara hid his head in teen's chest, his shoulders started to shake, when he tried hard not to cry.

"She said she was glad to see fireworks at the end." His voice was breaking, and Ichigo barely understood him. "That it reminded her of how we met."

"I told you, Kisuke-san, that nothing will come out of this room. No matter what you do or say." He hugged the other stronger. "You're not alone anymore. I will be here whenever you feel like coming over, you know." he added chuckling.

Later, as they lied on the bed, came THAT question.

"Sooo, how old are you really, Ichigo-kun?"

"Sixteen."

"Oh God. I slept with a kid."

"You don't sound like you feel guilty, you perv!"

***

And Ichigo found himself yet again waiting, clothed in his best shirt, on the New Year's Eve, sitting on his chair. Bed sheets were changed, and huge, full wall window uncovered. He turned around, when he heard the door opening.

"Good evening, Kisuke-san. I'm glad you came."


A/N: I didn't think it would be this difficult to write a lemon! I have no idea if there will be any plot in this.

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