Urahara looked at him and swallowed. "Did you just say you want me to hurt you?"

Scratching the back of his head in his nervous gesture, Ichigo shrugged. "I don't know? I've never done this before, Kisuke." He ran his fingers through the pale blonde hair and smiled shyly. "What do you like?"

Oh, Kami. Please give me strength. Urahara raised his head, not wanting to intimidate the teen with him staying right next to his arousal. He figured they would have this sort of discussion not in the heat of the moment, but...no time like the present, he figured. The teen looked lost and seemed to really want to please him, and that shook him to the core.

"Well, I like it all sorts of ways. Do you want me to show you what my favorite is?" Urahara figured an open-ended question would be the best way to tackle this subject.

Again, a shrug. He was going to have to teach this boy to be more assertive in bed. What happened to the person who had pushed him against a wall and kissed him? Where was that sex vixen hiding? He had to think of a way to make that side of Ichigo appear once more. Perhaps then he would feel more comfortable in this situation. Since the boy shrugged, he lowered his hand back down and placed it at Ichigo's entrance. He pushed his index finger back inside of him, watching his reaction. He watched as the teen closed his eyes and let a soft moan escape his lips. Once he felt that he was relaxed enough, he added another finger and pushed a bit deeper inside of him. The orange-haired teen gasped and his eyes flew open.

"It's fine, Ichigo," Urahara said quietly, still pushing his two fingers inside of him. "Remember what I said earlier - just relax." He waited until the teen took a deep breath and he could see him visually relax, as well as felt the tightness around his fingers release as well. Soon as he relaxed, he pushed further up into him and the pad of his index finger brushed the spot he had been searching for. Bingo.

Ichigo's eyes snapped out and he cried out loudly. "Ah!" He wasn't quite sure what had happened, but he had felt a jolt flow through his body. He felt himself beginning to pant and looked down into grey eyes that were clouded with need. "What was that? What did you just do?" He had never felt his body respond in that manner before - it felt like he had been doused in fire for a second and was then quickly put out.

Urahara grinned and stroked the pad of his index finger against the bundle of nerves once more. "What?" He asked, feeling the need to continue to touch that sweet spot so Ichigo would become incoherent. He cherished this power he had over the teen. He stroked against it once more, and then began to pull his hand out slowly.

Ichigo moaned and shook his head. "Please, no." He begged the pale blonde. "I don't want that feeling to stop..." He felt his face flush with want coursing through his body. The way that the older man had touched him caused him to lose his mind completely - he loved every second of it. He didn't want that feeling to stop. "I want you to touch me again like that," he said quietly. He knew that if he was going to learn this game, then he'd have to just forgo his nervousness and just have out with it. He hated new territory so much. He just wanted it to be simple and easy. But when is that ever the case? He leaned his head back on the pillow, hoping that Urahara would touch him in that special spot once more. What happened next caused him to shout out in ecstasy.

Moving back to the position he had been in prior to the conversation beginning, Urahara took Ichigo into his mouth once more and ran his tongue along his shaft. While his mouth was taking care of that, he slid his fingers back inside of Ichigo, stroking against the bundle of nerves - all the while continuing to pleasure him orally, caused the orange-haired teen to shout. He smiled around his arousal, running the back of tongue along the underside, gently stroking the inside of Ichigo still, letting out a low moan that reverberated off of Ichigo's body.

He couldn't think straight. All he could do was mutter "Kisuke" in a soft voice, over and over as the man continued to pleasure him. He had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that the older man's fingers were still inside of him, touching him and making him feel amazing and then the feeling of the man's mouth on him at the same time? It was too much for him to process. He threaded his hands through the pale blonde's hair and pulled gently, not wanting the feeling to stop. He wanted to chase this high as long as he could. He felt his insides begin to coil, letting him know that he was close to his release. "Kisuke," he moaned. "I'm so close...don't stop. Please, Kisuke." He begged the older man.

Never one to say no, Urahara continued to suck on Ichigo's length, feeling it pulsate in his mouth. He could feel that he was close. Gods, he's so amazing - how did this happen again? Oh, right. He made this happen. He pressed both of his fingers against Ichigo's sweet spot and immediately felt the teen release in his mouth. He greedily sucked up everything that he had to offer to him, swallowing his sweet taste down. He gradually slid his fingers out of Ichigo, wiping them on the side of the bed, not really caring about it right now. He watched the boy come down off of his orgasm, smiling broadly. He reached up with his clean hand and and touched his face tenderly.

Coming down off of the intense pleasure he'd just received, Ichigo was vaguely aware that Urahara was touching his face. He leaned into the touch, finding his palm and placing a kiss in the center of it. He did his best to control his breath, but couldn't quite seem to stop the panting that he had been doing since he had climaxed. He felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest and he did his best to calm his body down. He opened his eyes and saw Urahara's grey eyes looking at him. He smiled. "That," he ran his hand through his hair, "Kisuke, was amazing."

The shop keeper chuckled and blushed. "Thank you, Ichigo. You kind words are not necessary. Your reactions alone were well worth it." He winked playfully at him, feeling his neglected arousal begin to push against his jade pants. He discreetly adjusted himself, still touching the teen's face. "Do you want to take a short nap before heading back to your house?"

Ichigo stretched at the mention of the word 'nap' and grinned foolishly. "No, I'm fine, Kisuke." He sat up from where he had been laying and subtly made his way over to where the shop keeper was sitting and straddled his lap. "Can I return the favor to you, Kisuke?" He let his voice drop down an octave when he said his lover's name. He leaned forward and began to kiss his neck with gentle caresses.

Urahara groaned underneath him, placing his hands on his hips. "I-I-Ichgio...you don't have to do anything," Ichigo pressed his hips against his, "you don't want to." He knew it was a lost cause. Having this prodigy on his lap, in this manner, was going to be the death of him. Sweet death, I welcome you with open arms. He angled the boy's body to bite his clavicle, tasting his salty skin. "Do what you want to me," he murmured, burying his face in the boy's neck.

Pressing his hips forward, Ichigo gently pushed Urahara down on the bed. Feeling bold, he took his own two fingers and placed him in his mouth, rubbing his hardening arousal against the very large bulge in Urahara's pants. He smiled as the old man panted and moaned quietly, grey eyes never leaving his face. He reached down with his free hand and slowly slid off the jade pants, pulling them off and setting them on the floor. Both men cried out as their arousals brushed against each other - Ichigo's stiff once more. It hadn't been his intention to touch the shop keeper like this, but the initial contact as making Ichigo yearn for more of it. He experimented, moving his hips - raising himself up, sliding up and down the blonde's arousal.

Gazing up at the auburn eyes so intent on the pleasure he was feeling, Urahara moaned at the contact. For such a simple touch, it brought out a level of intimacy he was surprised that the teen was proceeding forward. Perhaps that sex vixen was finally making his appearance in the bedroom. Urahara felt his body flush at the thought, anxious for the boy to do more to him. He decided to push the teen a bit. When Ichigo rolled his hips up against his arousal, he took his hand and ran it over the both of their touching lengths. He watched as Ichigo opened his mouth, letting a low moan escape.

Even though he had only had an orgasm a bit before, Ichigo was suddenly feeling the need to release again. When Uraharad had placed his hand around both of their arousals, his brain checked out once again. So much for being in control. Instead of being upset about it, Ichigo continued to rub himself against Urahara's exposed flesh and discreetly slipped his hand down, placing it over Urahara's hand. He saw Urahara's eyes pop open and he smiled, never breaking contact with those magnificent eyes.

Feeling his breath stolen from his body the minute Ichigo began to stroke both of them using his hand, Urahara couldn't stop the moans escaping from his mouth. "That's it, Kisuke," Ichigo whispered into his ear, pressing himself against the other man's arousal, both beginning to move their hands faster. "Don't be silent," Ichigo bit his ear. "No one is here right now..."

The boy was right. Before Ichigo had disappeared into the basement, he had seen Tessai and had asked him to take both Jinta and Ururu away for the evening. Urahara had not realized this and had been holding back in the noises he was making, always being polite to those he lived with. The admission that they were alone, Urahara stopped being quiet and began to moan loudly, always a very vocal lover.

Ichigo grinned at the sounds his lover was making as he continued to thrust against him. He always assumed he would be the loud one in the bedroom, and here he was, proving his thoughts to be correct. Because, of course, Ichigo had had dreams of doing naughty things to the man who writhed underneath him. He just wished he was more confident in his actions. Give it time. Be patient. When we eventually have sex, no - make love, I'm sure I'll be better at all of this. He felt himself getting close one more, controlling the way their bodies and hands moved together. He sped up his thrusts, feeling the older man meet him thrust for thrust. Soon, the two of them were crying out each other's names as both of their bodies orgasmed together, the liquid causing the thrusts to feel that much more incredible.

Panting softly, Ichigo stilled his hips and smiled. "Sorry, Kisuke. I had grander plans of touching you, but that felt so good." He leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on the older man's swollen lips. "It was good, right?" His insecurities came back in a flash.

"Oh, good doesn't cover it." Urahara laughed, pulling the boy off of his lower body and laying him down next to him. He wrapped his arm around his body and held him close. "How do you feel, Ichigo?" Sweet whispers into his ear.

Yawning, Ichigo laughed. "I feel so drained. I don't think I've had back to back orgasms like that since I tried to masturbate five times in one day."

"Sounds deliciously fun," Urahara nuzzled the boy's neck and smiled. Urahara rested his head on Ichigo's neck, loving the way he felt secure and safe in the teen's arms. He smiled as he felt Ichigo hug him closer to his bdoy. "We'll have to practice that marathon again. Perhaps I'll make you come six times in a day." He leaned back and winked at the auburn eyes that were staring down at him.

"You're perverted," Ichigo teased him, taking his lips once more. He didn't think he'd ever tire of those lips against his.

"Me?" Urahara gasped playfully. "Never." He smiled at him. He heard the shop bell ring quietly. "Now who could be calling at this hour?" He wondered out loud. Grabbing his pants, he regretfully put them back on his body. He smiled when he felt a hand reach out and touch his arm.

"Stay," Ichigo begged him quietly. "Don't leave me alone?" He gave the man his best puppy dog eyes, willing for him to stay in the bed with him.

Urahara sighed. "Ichigo, I gotta go and see who it is. What if it's Yamamoto? Not likely, but what if? If I don't go out and see who it is, then there may be dire consequences." He leaned down and kissed him once more. Like the orange-haired teen, he couldn't get enough of those soft lips against his own. "I'll be right back." He got up and walked out of the room.

"You better," Ichigo murmured. He pouted for a bit and then found himself drifting off to sleep.

Walking down the hall to the front of the shop, Urahara really had no idea who could be calling at this hour. Not that it was horribly late - the clock said it was just past eight in the evening, but still. He usually closed his shop around six in the evening. When he rounded the corner and saw into the shop, he was greeted with a familiar blonde.

The man lowered his newsboy cap in greeting. "I figured you'd want a report on what I did for the rest of the evening with Kurosaki-san's friends," Shinji said quietly. "Is Kurosaki still here?"

Nodding his head, Urahara walked towards the side of the shop. "Come, let's have some tea while we talk, yes?" He saw the blonde nod his head and he got a teapot started. "So, what happened after you left?"

Shinji sighed. "Well, that petite shinigami is quite a handful. I don't even know how Kurosaki deals with her. All she does is complain and nag."

Hiding behind a mug, Urahara bit back a laugh. "Well, keep in mind that the boy was in love with her before she got herself injured during our battle with the Bounts." He felt his heart pang at that admission, but knew that the boy was here with him, so he didn't have much to worry about. "What else went on?"

Shinji continued on for well over an hour. The two of them sat and talked, drinking almost two pots of tea. As their conversation began to wind down, Urahara looked at him and became serious once more.

"I want you to continue to go to school with them. I need to make certain that she's only spouting off idle threats. Are you okay with this?" He was so focused on Shinji and their discussion that he hadn't felt a familiar reiatsu approach the room.

"What's going on in here?" There, at the sliding door, stood a tired Ichigo, rubbing his eyes to rid them of sleep.

Ichigo had woken up and saw that Urahara had yet to return to his side of the bed. He got up, wanting to make sure that everything was okay, that the man hadn't gotten into a fight in his own home. He felt his reiatsu and stood there, rubbing his eyes. When he was finished rubbing his eyes, he saw who was sitting with him.

"Hirako-san? What are you doing here?"

A/N: Okay, it may have been a bit predictable, but don't worry. There are will more surprises (and lots more lemon) to follow! ^_^