Ichigo leans against the window of the bus, staring out the window, watching the streets pass by. He taps his foot repeatedly, antsy with excitement to get to his boyfriend's apartment. A bag of groceries rests on the seat next to him. Shiro had promised to help him bake a cake for Yuzu's birthday about a week ago, and today was the day they had planned on. Ichigo flips open his phone, typing a quick message to Shiro letting him know the he would be there soon. Smiling, he leans his head against the window, chewing on his bottom lip. His phone vibrates, and he glances down at it.
All right Ichi, I'm gonna take a quick shower, so just walk in ~Shiro.
The grin that morphs onto Ichigo's face nearly threatens to split his face in two. Flipping the phone closed, he stuffs it into his pocket. Grabbing the bag of groceries at his side, his fingers curl around the steel pole. The bus pulls to a stop, and Ichigo stands up, moving to the front of the bus. He maneuvers through the crowded vehicle, at some point getting his ass groped. Turning around to glare at the attacker, he is met with a pair of shining teal eyes. Ichigo scowls, turning to exit the bus. Once he is safely out of the bus, Ichigo gazes around. The streets are bustling with people enjoying the warm summer day. Taking a deep breath of the warm air, Ichigo turns on his heel, walking towards the apartment building at the end of the street. Flicking the bag of groceries to rest over his shoulder as he pulls open the doors, he is met with a cool blast of air conditioning. Walking over to the front desk, he signs his name into the visitors book, saying a quick hello to the purple haired receptionist. The woman smiles, watching him wander over towards the elevators. Once the doors open, he steps in, pushing the button for the fourth floor. He rocks on his heels, listening to the elevator music as he waits to reach the right floor. The bell dings moments later, the large steel doors sliding open. Stepping out into the hall Ichigo turns right, walking up the the door marked 406. He raises his hand to knock, until he remembers that Shiro had told him to just walk in. His hand falls to the door knob, twisting it and pushing the door open. He steps into the apartment, closing the door behind him. Glancing around the living space, he vaguely hears the shower running in the bathroom down the hall. He kicks off his shoes, wandering into the kitchen.
Placing the bag of groceries onto the table, he turns to the cupboards, pulling out the items he needs to make the cake. Placing the mixing bowl on the counter, he grabs the cake mix out of the bag, pouring it into the bowl. Turning the dial on the oven letting it preheat, he moves over greasing a pan to cook the cake in. After that he moves over to the fridge, pulling out a couple eggs and a carton of milk. He measures out the milk, adding it and the eggs into the pan, mixing it all together. The sound of a door shutting catches his attention, and he glances up, his eyes trained on the doorway. "Oi, Ichi! Are ya here?" Shiro's voice calls from somewhere in the apartment.
"Kitchen," he replies, sticking a finger into the batter. Just as he brings it to his lips, licking it off, Shiro walks in. His eyes immediately fall to the finger being licked clean by Ichigo's tongue.
"Well that's a nice show to walk in on," Shiro teases, licking his lips. Blushing, Ichigo turns to grab the pan off the stove, bringing it to rest next to the bowl.
"Hi to you too," he mumbles, stirring the batter one last time.
"Is it any good?" Shiro questions, leaning his elbows on the counter. His gaze flicks between the bowl and Ichigo a few times, a lecherous grin appearing on his lips. Ichigo shoves the bowl closer to him.
"Try it yourself." He grumbles. Shiro grins, grabbing Ichigo's hand, dipping one of his fingers into the batter. "Oi! What the hell are you doing!" Ichigo exclaims, trying to pull his hand out of Shiro's grasp. Said albino just grins, bringing the orange heads fingers to his mouth, his tongue snaking out to lick at the batter dripping off of them. Ichigo's blush darkens and he turns his gaze away from the gold orbs shining with mischief. Shiro brings Ichigo's fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. Stamping down the moan that threatens to break loose as his boyfriend's sinful tongue runs across his fingers, Ichigo grabs the spoon resting in the batter. He holds it up to Shiro, pulling his fingers out of the hot mouth encircling them. "Lick this," he orders, turning to pour the batter into the cake pan. Shiro takes the spoon from Ichigo, grinning.
"I would rather lick somethin else," he purrs, his eyes trained on the orange head. Ichigo nearly drops the bowl, his cheeks flushing darkly. Clearing his throat, he sets the bowl down. Grinning, Shiro steps around the counter, wrapping his arm around Ichigo's waist, pulling him closer. Ichigo turns wide brown eyes on him. "Would ya like that Ichi," Shiro whispers against his lips teasingly. Ichigo lets out a small whimper, leaning forward to press his lips against Shiro's. The spoon falls from the albino's grasp onto the counter, his hand reaching up to tangle in obnoxious orange locks. His tongue flicks across the orange head's lip, and Ichigo parts them. He moans softly into the kiss as his boyfriend's tongue slides across his. Shiro's distinctive taste along with the sweet flavor of the batter, makes Ichigo's senses swim. Tanned fingers tangle into the black shirt covering Shiro's body, pulling the albino closer to him. Breaking the kiss, Shiro leans down resting his forehead against the orange head's, staring down at the half lidded chocolate eyes smoldering with desire. His lips slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed deliciously. Shiro grins, dipping a finger into the batter, before pressing it to Ichigo's nose.
"Hey!" Ichigo cries, pouting at his smirking boyfriend. Shiro leans forward, licking the batter off the blushing strawberries nose. Grumbling, Ichigo turns away from him, grabbing the pan and placing it in the oven. "Turn the timer on for twenty minutes please," Ichigo orders.
"Bossy!" Shiro mumbles playfully, doing as the orange head asked. Ichigo moves over, pulling a bar of chocolate and a container of strawberries out of the grocery bags. The grin that spreads across Shiro's face causes a shiver to run up his spine. "I'm likin the looks of this," he purrs, placing a pan onto the stove, turning it on. He takes the bar of chocolate out of Ichigo's outstretched hand, breaking off chunks and tossing them into the pan. As he melts the chocolate, Ichigo pulls a plate out of the cupboard, opening the container of strawberries. Popping one into his mouth, he hands the container over to Shiro, who takes the strawberries, dipping half of them into the chocolate. He places the finished strawberries onto the plate.
"That should be enough," Ichigo states, taking the plate and putting it into the fridge to allow the chocolate to cool. Shiro glances down at the container, noticing that there is still about half a container left. His eyes turn devious as a lewd thought passes through his mind. Turning the stove off, he turns to find Ichigo pulling a container of whipped cream out of the grocery bag.
"You really are making this too easy on me," Shiro purrs, stepping closer to him. Ichigo raises an eyebrow at the albino stalking towards him. At that moment, the timer dings, causing Shiro to pout. Ichigo breezes past him, pulling open the oven. Grabbing the pot holders off the counter, he pulls the cake out, placing it on top of the stove to cool. He kicks the oven closed with his foot, grabbing the pan of chocolate off the burner. Drizzling some of it onto the top of the cake, Ichigo turns to Shiro.
"I brought some marsh mellows, how about a snack?" Ichigo questions, grabbing the rest of the strawberries before sauntering into the living room, his hips swaying enticingly with each step. Grinning, Shiro grabs the marsh mellows off the counter, following the orange head into the living room. The two of them clamber onto the couch, Ichigo placing the chocolate onto the coffee table. "It's cooling, so we gotta be quick," he comments dipping a strawberry into the chocolate. Bringing it to his lips, he bites down, a small smile on his lips. Shiro watches him closely, noticing the chocolate on the corner of Ichigo's mouth. He leans over, wrapping a hand around the back of Ichigo's neck. Ichigo gives him an apprehensive look.
"You got some chocolate right there," he murmurs, flicking his tongue out to lick the chocolate away, before crushing his lips against Ichigo's. Said male lets out a small yelp, falling back onto the couch, Shiro leaning over him. He nips at Ichigo's lip, asking for entrance which is given to him almost immediately. His tongue snakes into Ichigo's mouth, groaning when the taste of chocolate sends his taste buds tingling. Shiro's hands move towards the buttons of Ichigo's white dress shirt, making quick work of them. With the buttons undone, Ichigo's dress shirt falls open, allowing pale, black nailed fingers to run across the skin of his stomach. Ichigo squirms out of his shirt, tossing it over the back of the couch before tangling his fingers in white hair, pulling his lover closer. Shiro breaks the kiss, gazing down at the blushing strawberry beneath him.
"Shiro," Ichigo whimpers out, squirming beneath him. Shiro grins, reaching onto the table, his fingers curling around the handle of the pan containing the chocolate. His free hand pulls Ichigo's legs apart, and he slides between them. He brings the pan up, tilting it to drizzle the chocolate onto Ichigo's stomach. The orange head twitches, his head falling back onto the arm rest of the couch.
"Too hot?" Shiro questions, placing the pan back onto the coffee table. Ichigo shakes his head.
"No, it feels good!" Ichigo groans out, taking in a shaky breath.
"Good," Shiro growls out, dipping his finger into the chocolate on Ichigo's stomach, spreading the sweet across his chest. He dribbles some of it onto one of his nipples before leaning down to lick it away. Ichigo mewls, his hand gripping into Shiro's hair. Biting down on the bud, Shiro swirls his tongue around it, lapping up the chocolate. He leans back, reaching onto the table, grabbing a strawberry. He swirls it in the chocolate, before bringing the fruit up to Ichigo's lips. Ichigo parts his lips, biting into the strawberry. He licks his lips, half lidded eyes trained on his lover as he dips another strawberry into the chocolate before biting into it. He continues to feed Ichigo, dipping strawberries and marsh mellows into the chocolate, before he remembers the whipped cream in the kitchen. Climbing off the couch, he tilts his head to gaze back at the orange head sprawled out on his couch, covered in chocolate. Ichigo shoots him a confused look.
"Just stay like that, I'll be right back," Shiro promises before disappearing into the kitchen. When he comes back, he lifts up the container of whipped cream, licking his lips. Ichigo blushes, his eyes wide. Shiro saunters over to the couch, moving back into place between Ichigo's legs. Popping off the lid on the whipped cream, he proceeds to cover Ichigo's upper body in it. Once satisfied with his work, he tosses the container onto the table before leaning down to lick away the chocolate and whipped cream covering Ichigo's tanned skin. His tongue laves at the orange heads nipples, rolling them between his teeth before moving down lower. Ichigo moans out, arching his back, his mouth hanging open as he gasps for breath. Shiro's hand moves to the front of Ichigo's pants, palming the growing erection. Ichigo lets out a hiss, bucking into his hand.
"Shiro!" Ichigo cries out. Shiro's tongue continues to lave at Ichigo's skin until there is no trace of the sweets left. He then moves up, claiming Ichigo's lips in a forceful kiss, shivering when the other moans into the kiss. White fingers fall to the button on the orange head's pants, working it open. Pulling the zipper down, Shiro shifts back, pulling off Ichigo's pants and boxers. Nestling himself back in between Ichigo's legs, he dips his fingers into the chocolate, trickling a small amount over Ichigo's erection. The orange head hisses when the now cool sweet hits his heated flesh, turning smoldering eyes on his lover. Swirling gold eyes stare up at him as a sinful tongue licks it's way up his erection. Ichigo's hips buck, a moan tearing from his throat as Shiro's lips circle around the head of his erection, his tongue flicking through the slit.
"Fuck! S..Shiro!" Ichigo cries out, as said man's lips slide further down his heated skin. Shiro's tongue swirls around his erection, lapping up the chocolate. He trails his fingers up from Ichigo's stomach to his lips. The orange head takes the fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digits, coating them in saliva. Once satisfied, Shiro removes his fingers, shifting slightly. His finger brushes across Ichigo's entrance, causing him to buck his hips. Shiro hums in approval, bobbing his head up and down, distracting Ichigo from the finger probing into his entrance. Ichigo squirms, letting out a breathy hiss. Shiro moves his finger in and out a few times before adding a second, scissoring the tight entrance. Suddenly Ichigo's hips buck, pushing against his fingers.
"H..hit that again! Please!" Ichigo moans, lifting onto his elbows, tugging on Shiro's hair, pulling him away from his erection to crash his lips against the grinning albino's. Shiro adds a third finger, thrusting into Ichigo, his tongue probing the orange heads mouth. Ichigo groans, grabbing Shiro's shirt, tugging it up. Shiro breaks the kiss, allowing Ichigo to pull it off of him. Tanned hands splay across his pale back, pulling him closer. Shiro grinds his hips into Ichigo's, purposefully brushing their erections together.
"Shiro," Ichigo pleads, breaking the kiss, panting for breath.
"Yes love?" Shiro questions, removing his fingers from the flushed man underneath him. This earns him a whimper and a dark glare. Chuckling Shiro places his hands on either side of Ichigo's head, leaning over the male.
"Please! Enough playing around!" Ichigo cries, wrapping his legs around Shiro's waist. Smirking, Shiro leans down, biting Ichigo's neck, sucking on it until a dark purplish mark appears. Whimpering, Ichigo leans forward, quickly undoing the button on Shiro's jeans, tugging them down his slim hips.
"Impatient aren't ya?" Shiro teases, nipping at Ichigo's ear. He kicks off his pants, soon followed by his boxers that Ichigo pulls down.
"I don't care anymore! Just fuck me!" Ichigo commands against Shiro's neck biting at the skin in front of him.
"Yes your majesty," Shiro taunts, lining himself up with Ichigo's entrance. Snapping his hips forward, he relishes in the sight of Ichigo's mouth hanging open as a scream of pleasure tears from his throat, chocolate eyes rolling into the back of his head. Shiro waits until Ichigo gives the command, allowing the orange head to adjust.
"M..move!" Ichigo gasps out after a moment, pressing his hips against Shiro's. Grinning, Shiro withdraws almost completely out of him, before snapping his hips forward again. His thrusts start out slow and languid, building up the pleasure. Ichigo's moans and gasps of pleasure fill the room, his hips coming up to meet Shiro's with every thrust. His legs wrap tightly around Shiro's waist, pulling the male closer. His eyes open wide, pupils dilating when Shiro hits his prostate.
"Again! Sss..Shiro!" Ichigo moans, biting down on his bottom lip.
"Fuck! So t..tight Ichi!" Shiro growls out picking up his pace. He pounds relentlessly into the orange head, hitting the male's prostate each time his hips snap forward. Ichigo tosses his head from side to side, his eyes open, but glassed over and dazed.
"Hah! Harder! Damn," Ichigo chokes out between gasps, his nails digging into Shiro's back, his body trembling. Shiro lets out a groan, leaning down to capture the slightly bruised lips of his lover. He complies, his thrust turning almost erratic, pounding furiously into the orange head. His lips fall to Ichigo's neck, feeling the quickening pulse beneath his tongue as he runs it up his neck before biting down. His hands ghost across the tanned skin covered in a light sweat.
"I'm s..so cl..close! SHIRO!" Ichigo screams, his body stilling, muscles pulling taut. Shiro's hand grasps Ichigo's leaking erection, pumping it in time with his thrusts, his thumb sliding through the slit. Ichigo's head tilts back, eyes rolling into his head, a loud moan pouring from him. His hips buck harshly before stilling suddenly, his vision going white. With one last loud moan, he cums over Shiro's hand and his stomach. Growling low, Shiro pounds into him, pleasure tingling through his veins as Ichigo's tight muscles convulse around him.
"Ichi..go!" he growls out lowly as with one last thrust, he spills his seed inside Ichigo. He grips the arm rest of the couch, gazing down at Ichigo, breathing hard. After a few moments, he slowly pulls out of the orange head, who straightens into a sitting position.
"I need a shower," Ichigo grumbles, running a hand through his sweat dampened hair. Shiro falls next to him, his head resting on the back of the couch.
"Me too, I feel all sticky," he whispers, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"It's your fault!" Ichigo exclaims, punching him lightly before standing up and gathering his clothes and heading for the bathroom. While he waits, Shiro takes a cat nap to recharge his energy. When Ichigo comes back out, he kicks Shiro in the shin, telling the man to hurry up and shower. While Shiro is in the shower, Ichigo cleans up the mess left in the living room. Once that is done, he finishes the cake. As he is placing the last strawberry on top of it, Shiro walks in, leaning against the doorway.
"All done?" Shiro questions, raising an eyebrow. Ichigo nods before glancing at the clock.
"It's already six? Shit! We're late!" Ichigo exclaims.
"Then we better get a move on it," Shiro states with a smirk, watching the orange head pull on his shoes and grab the cake. Shiro pulls his shoes on before grabbing his keys.
"I blame you and your perverted tendencies!" Ichigo growls opening the front door and stepping into the hall. Shiro chuckles following him, turning to lock the door.
"You weren't complaining just a little while ago," he teases as they step into the elevator.
"Shut up." Ichigo grumbles, a blush tainting his cheeks. The elevator stops and the two pass the reception desk, missing the knowing smile on the woman's lips. "We better hurry. You get to explain to Yuzu why we are late for her party," he states, climbing into the passenger seat of Shiro's car.
"Yes your majesty," Shiro teases pulling out of the parking lot.