Title: E is for Entice
Series: Let Me Count The Ways
Author: Acmarache
Rating: T
Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo
Disclaimer: I own no part of Bleach.
Summary: Urahara tricks, ehm, entices Ichigo to use the previously mentioned swing used for kinky purposes.
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This had to be done perfectly. There couldn't be any flaws. It was the only way. If he failed, then, well, the world as it was known could end. Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that terrible. But, it would be catastrophic. One wrong move and his entire plan would combust into pretty little pieces that even his genius mind couldn't put back together again. Like that stupid nursery rhyme that Isshin was so fond of.
No! Don't digress! Concentration was absolutely key at this point. He couldn't afford to lose his focus. Once again, catastrophe would be inevitable. So, what was he doing again? Oh, yeah. Tricking, ehm, suggesting Ichigo try out the, uh, swing. Yeah, swing. He really needed to stop his inner ramblings. They were only distracting him. Almost as much as his daydreams about what he and Ichigo could do with that swing once he got the stubborn teenager to give it a try. Guh….Dammit! He thought he told his brain to stop digressing. Mental images of a naked, flushed and panting Ichigo were most definitely against that order! This wasn't going to end well.
Making sure he was nice and comfortable as well as visible to anyone who walked through the door coughIchigocough, Urahara settled himself down on the bed. Searching carefully for his lover's spirit energy, he found him heading towards his room. Perfect. Adjusting his naked form to appear as if he were asleep, the blond set to work. Moaning Ichigo's name softly, he arched his back slightly. Letting out deep groans, he moved his hands to clench the sheets.
He didn't know what the hell was going on. He had just gotten done with dinner when Yoruichi had called saying that he needed to go see Urahara. If this was about that damn swing, then his lover could consider himself cock-blocked for the next week. Or as long as he could hold out. So, maybe three days. Frustrated and plastering his deepest intimidating scowl (which seemed to have no effect on Urahara except to make him tease him more), Ichigo stormed inside the shop and stomped towards the man's bedroom. He threw the door open prepared to go in and give the man a piece of his mind only to freeze mid-step.
That must be one hell of a dream. Ichigo realized he was probably drooling as he slipped inside and shut the door quietly trying to avoid disturbing the writhing figure on the bed. He watched the blond rock his hips at a tantalizingly slow rhythm and immediately began plotting ways to get those hips to rock more. And, preferably, the increase of rocking would occur when he was equally naked and much, much closer. Urahara was so….uninhibited like this. Sure, he never held back in bed, but this, well, this definitely made it on his top five things to wank to. Back to the manner at hand. How to make Kisuke rock his hips like that because, honestly, it looked like it'd feel really damn good as far as friction goes.
Come on brain! Think past the gorgeous blond in front of you, and think of dirty things to do with said blond! Dirty? As in kinky? As in…oh, he knew this one. Something he'd been avoiding. The swing! He couldn't believe he was going to give in, but if it got that kind of reaction, then he was just going to be pissed for not saying yes sooner. He couldn't help it. Seeing his lover laid out like that, dreaming of him, it was just so… enticing. Walking up to the bedside, Ichigo sat down and gently shook his lover back to consciousness. Long lashes fluttered slightly before icy grey eyes gazed into his own.
"Ichigo? What are you doing here?" Urahara hoped that he'd sounded groggy enough because if Ichigo realized he hadn't been asleep, then the dazed and lustful look in his eyes might just disappear.
Oh God. He was so sexy when he just woke up. He just loved how his voice had that rough edge to it. "Hey, I've been thinking. Do you wanna try out that swing?"
Urahara quickly nodded and threw himself into Ichigo's arms in order to hide his smirk. He was good. No, he was amazing. Better yet, he was more than a manipulator now. He was an enticer. Who was about to have some really awesome sex. Wonder what else he could trick, ehm, entice Ichigo into doing?
