Part 2/2
Note: I don't really want to change the rating of the entire story for just one chapter, but there are a few phrases, themes, innuendos, and what have you that are toeing the T-rated line. Even though this is the SFW version, feel free to skip if you're not into this stuff.
They had been making out on the couch for some time now. Toushiro on Ichigo's lap the movie credits played on the TV in front of them. Neither of them had realised that the movie had ended; it hadn't been that great anyway and Toushiro hadn't complained when Ichigo found other ways to entertain himself. It started with Ichigo tracing patterns along Toushiro's arms and thighs, then he examined his hands, weaving their fingers together and kissing his knuckles, then a few playful kisses along his neck and jaw, and finally Ichigo swung Toushiro into his lap. Toushiro quickly reciprocated; the movie falling to the back of his mind almost instantly.
Ichigo's hands slipped under Toushiro's pants, kneading his butt and pushing them closer together. Their breath hot and heavy, mingling as they parted from a deep kiss only seconds before rejoining. Toushiro dragged his nails up the back of Ichigo's shirt, the light cotton catching on his defined muscles. He smiled into the kiss when he felt Ichigo's breath hitch as he dipped his fingertips into one of the dimples at the base of his spine. Ichigo nipped at his bottom lip and shifted on the couch, causing Toushiro to slide higher on his lap. His legs were trapped between Ichigo's hips and the back of the couch, and the tighter Ichigo gripped him the more he could feel through his thin pyjama bottoms. They were both pretty aroused. He could tell, by the bulge at the front of his pants, that Ichigo was feeling the same hot, knot in his stomach that he was. He broke the kiss and rested his face to the side of Ichigo's neck and breathed heavily. The room was sweltering; but he tightened his hands around Ichigo's waist anyway. He felt Ichigo's throat bob as he swallowed.
"Should... should we take this to the bedroom?"
Toushiro felt himself tense and took a few deep breaths to calm down. He and Ichigo had reached that point in their relationship – Ichigo sooner than him. They had been a couple for almost a year and recently Ichigo had been hinting at wanting to make things more 'intimate'. Toushiro wasn't as naive as most people made him out to be, but he didn't think that he was ready to sleep with Ichigo. At least not then. And Ichigo, more perceptive than most people thought, sat Toushiro down to discuss their relationship and what both of them wanted. He knew that he was Toushiro's first boyfriend and that he wasn't experienced with relationships, so he agreed that he would wait until Toushiro was sure that he was ready to take the next step. But even though Toushiro was nervous, he didn't want to keep Ichigo waiting. He knew theoretically there was nothing to be afraid of. It might hurt the first time, but he trusted that Ichigo knew what he was doing. He had his fair share of partners, both male and female, during his undergrad years. Actually the number wasn't that impressive, but compared to Toushiro's scant zero he was an expert.
Ichigo squeezed him softly. "If you don't want to, Shiro, it's okay-"
He took another deep breath. "No... I think I'm ready."
Ichigo craned his neck back to look at his face. "Are you sure?"
Toushiro nodded.
Ichigo pecked him on his nose. "Are you really sure?"
He huffed. "Do you want me to change my mind?"
Ichigo chuckled. "Gods no." He ran his fingers up Toushiro's spine and pecked his lips once more before urging him off the couch.
Toushiro had never felt so clumsy in his life. He tripped over his feet on the way to the bedroom while his heart was pounding, his fingers numb, and his mouth dry. He clambered onto Ichigo's bed, completely unsure of what to do, and watched as his boyfriend sauntered in and switched on the bedside lamp. He sat down on the bed next to Toushiro and guided his face to his. He kissed the side of his mouth then pulled back slightly.
"Nervous?" he asked.
Toushiro fixed him a flat look. Of course he was nervous; he had never done this before. What if he was bad at it, what if he got hurt, what if Ichigo got hurt, what if –
"Hey," Ichigo stroked his cheek. "There's nothing to be nervous about; it's gonna feel good, okay?"
Toushiro let out a long breath and tilted his face into Ichigo's hand. "Okay."
Ichigo smiled, eyes sparkling in the low light, and he leaned in for a kiss. Toushiro wrapped his arms around Ichigo's neck and forced himself to relax. His stomach was still bubbling, however. Ichigo guided him to the centre of the bed while kissing along his jaw-line and hovered over him as he settled onto his back. He caressed the side of Toushiro's face with a wide smile on his lips. Toushiro felt himself blush.
"What?" he asked.
"Gods, you're beautiful."
He blushed deeper and squirmed a bit.
"Let's get you undressed."
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"If I step on that condom tomorrow, you're not going to here the end of it," Toushiro warned.
Ichigo chuckled tiredly and lay back down, wrapping himself around Toushiro. "I love you, baby."
Toushiro couldn't do much else than mumbled in agreement. He fell asleep to Ichigo gently kissing the side of his neck.
He did step on the condom the next morning and nearly fell over because his lower back and his ass were sore. Ichigo woke up to him yelling and had the decency to look slightly guilty. He picked him up and carried him to the bathroom and made up for it by running him a warm bath and washing every bit of him. And they may or may not have had a second round in the tub.
The full version is posted to my tumblr. (Link is in my profile)
Thanks to Nico Zi for this one :)
Donations are still open and now that Christmas is over I should be updating regularly once more
- Mymomomo