Title: Hands
Author: Acmarache
Rating: T for mentions of sex
Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Ichigo wants to know why Kisuke's hands are so soft.
Prompt: Manicure, from conjurelass
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He loved Kisuke's hands. They were just the right size. They weren't gigantic, but they were big enough that when they got to fooling around and he reached back and down, he had no problem cupping his ass and pulling him against his long hard body.
God, and the places those hands touched and the things they could do! Kisuke could just touch him with those beautiful hands, and Ichigo would be gone in no time. How could he not love hands with such talent?
The best part of Kisuke's hands, though, were how soft they were. He knew the man trained his swordsmanship. Hell, he trained with him. He also knew that when he wasn't training and they weren't in bed, the man could be found in his lab working with various chemicals. All things that should make his lover's hands rough and calloused. Ichigo had been wondering about Kisuke's secret for weeks now. At this point, he didn't care if the man laughed at him. He had to know.
Sitting next to his lover at the low table, Ichigo laid his head in Kisuke's lap and plucked his hat from his head, so he wouldn't be able to hide anything. "Kisuke?"
Glancing down at his lover who had now placed his hat on his head, he smiled lightly. Ichigo hated when he said it, but he was so cute! "Hmm?" He said in lieu of an answer as he traced the sharp angles of his lover's jaw.
"How do you keep your hands so soft?" There. It was out. Ichigo knew that with this man, it was best to just get straight to business. There was less chance of the bastard talking his way out of an answer then. To his surprise, he saw a rather prominent blush spreading across the man's cheeks. Oh, this was good. Finally, he wasn't the only one in this relationship to get embarrassed.
Wait. Embarrassed? What did Kisuke have to be embarrassed about?
He saw his lips slightly move but didn't hear what was said. "Sorry. Didn't quite catch that. What'd you say?"
Kisuke gave a half-hearted glare to the smirking boy in his lap. He was enjoying this way too much. It didn't help that now that Ichigo had seen his blush, there would be no dancing around the answer. Dammit. Sighing in defeat, he repeated himself a little louder. "The manicure salon downtown."
Manicures? Oh, this was too good. Ichigo snorted in an attempt to keep some of his laughter down. It wouldn't do any good to get himself kicked out of his lover's bed for the next few nights, and Kisuke was surprisingly determined about it the last time it'd happened. "You get manicures?" he managed through bouts of laughter.
"Yes. It's actually very good for the hands." Kisuke replied a little indignantly.
"Okay, okay. I like how soft your hands are, so I won't give you a hard time." He wouldn't. He'd never mention it to the blond again.
"Thank you, Ichigo." Kisuke replied as the phone rang , and he got up to answer it.
When his lover was out of the room and earshot, Ichigo pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Yoruichi, guess what?"
Sure, he'd promised not to bug Kisuke about getting manicures, but he'd never promised not to tell someone who would tease him mercilessly about it for the rest of his life. Honestly, Kisuke should have seen this coming. After all, he learned from the best.