After two hours of peaceful sleep, Ichigo awoke and felt something pressing against his body. He couldn't quite figure what was going on and then remembered that he had had a visitor show up. He turned over and looked into pale grey eyes.
"Hello," Urahara said softly. "I hope I didn't startle you awake."
Ichigo yawned and smiled. "I thought you were a dream. I'm glad you're actually here." He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt extremely shy. He raised a hand to his face to cover his mouth.
"What are you doing?" The pale blonde asked him with mirth in his eyes. "If you're worred about bad breath, don't be. You smell fine." Ichigo's eyes widened as the older man lowered his head to his neck and softly nibbled on him. He felt heat race through his body and he moaned softly. "I'm glad to know that you enjoy your neck being played with," another gentle bite. "It's one of my favorite spots on the human body."
Ichigo did his best to clear his head and think straight for a second. "Kisuke, why are you here?" He turned his head and saw that it was almost 3 in the morning. He yawned once more. "Not that I'm complaining having you in my bed, but it is rather odd."
"Given the circumstances of your departure yesterday afternoon, I felt compelled to come to your house to talk to you." Urahara raised his head and laid back against the pillow, so the two were looking at one another. Ichigo watched as he raised his hand and placed it on his face. "Why did you act that way? What did she say to you?" The sadness in the grey eyes made Ichigo's heart swell.
"It's complicated," he said softly, breaking eye contact with him. He sighed when he felt Urahara take his hand and force him to look at him. "Kisuke," he looked back into those grey depths and felt himself reaching out to touch the other man's face as well. "She threatened to have Soul Society become involved if I didn't start hanging out with her," he said quietly. He ran his hand along the older man's jawline, feeling his ever-present stubble. Running his thumb along it in, what he hoped was, a loving caress he kept his auburn eyes locked with his. "I don't want you to get into trouble, I don't want to get into trouble. I didn't want to leave, trust me." He leaned forward and briefly brushed his lips against Urahara's. "She's going to make this extremely difficult."
Urahara let out his own sigh, and pulled Ichigo close to his body. "Trust me when I tell you that she can't really do anything. But, if she feels her threats are vaild, then there's no telling what she's capable of." The pale blonde rubbed his back in a gentle manner. "If you want to lay low with our...what are we?"
Taking his hand away from Urahara's face, he shrugged. "I don't know? I know that I like you and I'd like to do some more of what we did yesterday afternoon. Beyond that, I'm not sure. I don't like labels, and I've never really been in a relationship." He sighed. "Fuck, can we talk about this later? It's 3am, Kisuke." He closed his eyes, feigning sleep in hopes to surprise the old man with the thoughts that had been running through his head while Urahara watched him. He did his best to control the blush he felt creeping on his face, even though his eyes were closed. "I'm going back to sleep." He felt lips brush against his forehead in a slight caress.
"Sleep well, Ichigo. I'll be leaving before dawn, but I'll stay with you until then." Ichigo waited a few moments before opening his eyes to see that Urahara's were closed and seemed to be breathing deeply. He did his best to disengage the man's hold on his body and he slowly lowered himself underneath the sheets. While Urahara had been talking, Ichigo couldn't help but think about what the man had shown him the day before and how he had wanted to return the favor to him. He was level with the man's groin, underneath the sheets. He curiously reached out and gently touched the man, not quite sure what he should do. He heard the man mutter, almost as if he was talking in his sleep. He stifled a laugh and this time gripped onto his arousal. For being semi-hard, it was impressive. Ichigo did his best to coax it to be at "full attention", trying his best to not wake the man just yet. He felt him swell under his touch and he slowly slid the man's pants down so he could see just how impressive Urahara really was. So...I guess I just put it in my mouth? Oh gods, I wish I knew what I was doing...Ichigo took his arousal and genlty placed his lips around it.
For never having actually put another man's arousal in his mouth, he felt that he did a pretty good job at it. He ran his tongue along the underside of it, swallowing him down to the base. He did his best to remember what Urahara had done to him, what had felt so good, and tried to mimick him. He raised his head, still sucking on his length until he reached the tip. Once he was at the tip, he used the back part of his tongue to run it over the head, dipping into the slit with the tip of his tongue and tasting something sweet. He lapped some more at that sweetness and then lowered his head back down once more. He grinned when he felt Urahara place his hands into his hair, pulling on his hair tightly. He moaned at the pleasurable pain the older man was causing him. He continued to suck on him, rubbing his tongue at the same time. He felt the man's grip tighten in his hair and then he heard the most intoxicating sound he had ever heard.
"Ichigo..." Urahara had moaned his name. He continued to suck harder, placing his hand at the base, stroking the man at the same time. He wanted to hear him say his name again. The man did not disappoint. "Oh my, Ichigo," he moaned once more. "This is wonderful," he pulled on Ichigo's hair, causing Ichigo to moan himself. "Yes, like that," Urahara said softly. Ichigo nodded, taking the man deeper into his mouth and moaned deeply, feeling the vibrations of his own voice bounce back towards him through Urahara's hips. The pale blonde was pushing himself deeper into Ichigo's mouth, raising his hips in the process. Ichigo did his best to relax his throat so he could give the man what he apparently wanted, feeling him hit the back of his throat. He moaned at the touch and with his tongue could feel a vein begin to throb on his arousal. He looked up at the man and saw lust-filled eyes gazing down at him, his hair framing his nose as always. He felt his stomach drop at that look, causing him to want to give the man between his lips more than he cared to admit to himself. He kept watching him as he gently worked his tongue along his arousal, sliding back up to the tip slowly, teasing his head with the tip of his tongue and lightly suckling him with his lips. Watching Urahara's face was making him strain against his own pants.
Keeping his gaze, Ichigo swallowed all of him once more. Urahara gripped his head and parted his lips, panting slightly. "Do you want me to finish?" Urahara said softly. Ichigo gripped the older man's hips, pushing the man deeper into his throat, sucking him in deeper. He began to feel the man pulsate in his mouth and began to taste the sweetness that he had licked before begin to make its way down his throat. He envisioned himself sucking on a straw, only the straw was Urahara himself. He continued to swallow and moan as he did so, feeling a slight thrill go through him. He felt the man begin to go soft inside of his mouth, signaling to him that he had finished completely. He licked the man clean, and stayed down by his groin, smiling up at him. "How was that?"
He grinned as he felt Urahara grab his arms and pull him up to his face. "How was that, he asks." He rolled his eyes and leaned forward to place his lips on Ichigo's. The orange haired teen smiled, letting the old man lead him in a dance with his tongue. Ichigo loved being able to touch his tongue with his own, especially after tasting him only a few moments prior. He groaned into the kiss, pressing himself against the older man, crying out at the slight contact with his arousal. He broke off the kiss and buried his head in the blonde's neck.
"Sorry," Ichigo blushed. He hadn't meant to cry out that way. He tried to pull away from the older man, but he was stilled by one of Urahara's hands on his hip.
"Don't scoot away," Urahara murmured. "Let me help you, Ichigo..." he trailed off as he reached down to grasp Ichigo's manhood with his hand. Ichigo let out another cry at the contact, loving the way the other man's hands felt on his body. He pushed himself into the other man's hand. "Tighter," he instructed the older man. Whenever he touched himself, he liked to grip himself tightly. To feel someone else doing the same to him made him almost release upon initial contact. The older man began to stroke him faster and faster, causing Ichigo to begin to see white spots in his vision. "Oh, gods, Kisuke," he gripped onto the other man's shoulder, thrusting himself against the hand that gripped him tightly. He felt the familiar coil in his belly and began to pant heavily, letting Urahara know that he was close. Soon, he felt himself release onto his stomach ,as well as Urahara's hand. Urahara kept muttering soft words of encouragement as he continued to stroke him until liquid stopped coming out of his body. He sighed deeply, and yawned a bit. He turned and looked at the time once more. Almost 4:30am.
"Shit. I need to get some sleep if I want to be coherent in school," Ichigo mumbled, fumbling back onto his pillow. He gazed at Urahara and smiled weakly. "Thank you for that." He raised his hand and brushed the older man's stubble once more. "Are you going to leave?" He yawned once more.
The pale blonde nodded his head. "I hate to leave after something so magnificent, but you need to get your rest." He leaned over and placed a kiss on Ichigo's face. "Will I see you later today?" Urahara asked casually.
"After what just happened, I'm sure." Ichigo let out a quiet laugh. "I'll do my best, but it might not be until later in the day. I don't want Rukia to become stupid again." He sighed, hating to bring up that name after such an intimate moment with Urahara. But, if he was going to make this work with the older man, he had to be honest with him. He watched as the pale blonde grabbed his hat and crawled over to the window.
Grey eyes met his once more. "It's alright, Ichigo. You take care of what you need to take care of. You know where to find me." He looked at the closet. "Speaking of...she's not here, is she?" He began to step through the window and sat on the lege, turning to look at Ichigo.
He shook his head. "I sent her home with Inoue. I'm tired of her crap. I can't have her here anymore." He felt a blush creep back onto his face. "Not when I want to hear you moan my name in the way you did earlier."
The shop keeper took out his fan and began to fan himself. "Well then, that sounds like an excellent plan." He grinned and lowered the fan, blowing a kiss to Ichigo. "I'll see you soon, then." He dropped out of the window and dashed away from the house.
Ichigo grabbed onto the pillow that Urahara had been laying on and brought it to his face, inhaling the man's lingering scent. He heard the closet door slowly open.
"You two need to be more quiet. Sheesh," Kon grumbled.
Laughing at the stuffed animal, Ichigo threw a small pillow at him. "Shut up, Kon. Go back to bed." He watched the mod soul close the closet door once more and he couldn't stop the smile on his face. He raised his hands to his lips, remembering the touch and taste of Urahara. He really hoped that Rukia wasn't going to be a pain in his ass today.
Doing his best to go back to sleep, Ichigo closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply. He was soon fast asleep.
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Back at his shop, Urahara went back to his bedroom and headed to his shower. He knew it was late, but he wanted to wash off the night's activities from his body. Standing under the water, he began to think about what the boy had told him about the petite shinigami.
So, you've threatened him, have you? We'll just have to see about that.
Urahara finished his shower and made his way to his bed, feeling like a schoolgirl with a new boyfriend. The butterflies had yet to disappear from his body whenever he saw the orange-haired teen. He was so glad he went over there to see him. He really couldn't wait to take him further down the rabbit hole with his sexual desires.
Rukia was not going to stop him. He would not allow it.
A/N: Hope everyone has a safe and happy new year!