As he watched the two taichou's separate, Ichigo began to feel his nerves begin to get the better of him. The soft spoken taichou let out a soft chuckle. Tilting his head to the side, Ichigo looked at him with a look of confusion.
"Ichigo," Ukitake said, "relax. You don't need to be nervous. Why would this be any different from what we just did before?"
Scratching the back of his neck nervously, Ichigo shrugged his shoulders. "I...I don't know, Jushiro." Maybe it's because your lover of many years is right behind you. What if he isn't willing to share you with me? And what about Kisuke? He stared in amazement as Shunsui put Ukitake's head on his lap and placed two fingers against his mouth. Ichigo let out a low moan as he watched Ukitake's pink tongue run along the two fingers, and felt his body shudder as Ukitake began to suck on the fingers in earnest.
"Kurosaki-san," Shunsui said,"would it be alright if you've over for just a second? I would like to prep him for you." The scruffy-looking taichou's voice had taken on a tone of pure seduction. Ichigo could only nod his head as he was moved over just a bit, with the assistance of Urahara.
His body moved against Urahara's, as the man's hands began to wander all over his chest. Ichigo's breathing began to become labored as he watched Shunsui pull his two fingers out of Ukitake's mouth, leaving the soft spoken taichou moaning softly as he knew what was to come. Ichigo rubbed his backside against Urahara, hearing his own lover's breath be drawn in by the small action. He knew that Urahara's eyes were in the same spot as his, staring down at Ukitake's arousal. Biting his lip to stifle a loud moan, he looked on as Shunsui's wet fingers danced around Ukitake's entrance, the taichou spreading his legs more and letting out a low moan. Ichigo's arousal throbbed at the sound, and could feel Urahara's doing the same behind him.
Shunsui slipped one finger inside of Ukitake, the soft spoken taichou visibly shaking from the gentle penetration. Ichigo moaned, wanting to help the man. He got on his stomach and moved his face close to Ukitake's entrance. Letting his tongue fall out of his mouth, Ichigo licked both Shunsui's finger and Ukitake's entrance, moaning low at how soft the skin around his entrance was. He heard Urahara let out a low moan, making Ichigo's hairs stand on end. He heard Ukitake let out what almost sounded like a howl when Ichigo's tongue had touched his entrance. He felt Shunsui remove his finger from Ukitake's body, Ichigo looking up into a pair of dusky eyes. The scruffy taichou gave him a nod, and it was all Ichigo needed. He quickly replaced Shunsui's finger with his tongue, rubbing the top of his tongue against Ukitake's entrance, teasing him.
"I-Ichigo," Ukitake lifted his hips more for Ichigo, giving the teen a better angle at the man's entrance. Ichigo felt Urahara's hands on his own hips, pulling him back towards him. Stretching out his body, he let out a low moan as he felt the tip of Urahara's arousal push against his opening, making Ichigo spread his legs just a bit more to get the man further inside of him. He looked up at Ukitake and saw that his hands were buried in Shunsui's hair as the two of them met in another passionate embrace, yet his hips kept rising up to meet his mouth, but Ichigo would not relent. He was waiting for the perfect moment. When he saw the two taichous about to break apart, he pushed the tip of his tongue inside of him, moving past the tight ring and entering him successfully. Ichigo let out a loud moan as Urahara took that particular moment to thrust deep into him, filling him to the brim.
Moving his tongue in and out of the soft spoken taichou's entrance, Ichigo used the techniques that Urahara had shown him when doing this to him. Judging by the noises Ukitake kept making, it seemed as if he were doing a successful job. Ichigo's mind was hazy as Urahara continued to thrust into him, hitting his sweet spot every now and then, making Ichigo moan loud. Pressing his lips around Ukitake's entrance, Ichigo dipped his tongue deep into him, and gently began to suck.
The soft spoken taichou cried out in a hoarse voice as Ichigo sucked slowly, letting his tongue mimic what Shunsui's finger had been doing only a few moments before. He groaned low as he felt Ukitake tighten around his tongue. Listening to his moans, Ichigo repeated the action a few more times before he began to stop the pressure of his mouth.
"N-No..." Ukitake moaned low, shaking his head so that his hair fell in his face. Ichigo looked up at him, and saw that his hazel eyes were clouded with lust. "Don't stop," he let out breathlessly.
Ichigo resumed the gentle suction action, continuing to move his tongue deeper and back out again. He heard Urahara's moans, knowing that the man was thoroughly enjoying the show. Ichigo pushed his hips back, making Urahara push deep inside of him. Ichigo hummed low as he felt Urahara push against his sweet spot. The hum traveled through Ukitake's body, making the taichou let out another loud moan. Ichigo knew that the man was close, as he began to feel the man's heartbeat where his lips rested. Gazing up, he saw that Shunsui was kneeling next to Ukitake's head, the soft spoken taichou's lips now wrapped around the man's arousal, and sucking on him. Ichigo sucked on the man a little bit more, pushing his tongue in, and let out a loud moan as Urahara began to relentlessly push against his sweet spot. He could feel his own arousal twitching, but didn't care. He felt Urahara push closer to his back and saw the man's hand snake around and began to stroke Ukitake in time with his own thrusts into Ichigo's body. Sucking on the man harder, he felt the man clench tightly around his tongue as he released, Ukitake's moan muffled by Shunsui's arousal pressing into his throat. Ichigo sucked on him and felt Urahara push deep inside of him and release, filling him. He heard Shunsui let out a low groan, Ichigo looking up as the man came inside of Ukitake's mouth, some of his release dribbling out of the man's mouth. Ichigo felt his body shudder hard at seeing such an intimate act take place. Dipping his tongue in one last time, Ichigo pulled his mouth away from Ukitake's entrance and lowered the man's hips back down to the bed. He felt Urahara pull out of him, and watched as Shunsui pulled out of Ukitake's mouth, Urahara leaned down and licked up the man's release that had spilled out of Ukitake's mouth, and then kissed the man deeply. Ichigo moaned loud as he watched the two men kiss each other, making his body ache.
Urahara pulled back and smiled at Ukitake. "You feel like you can handle more?"
"Hai," Ukitake said, smiling softly. "I've been waiting for this, we've been waiting for this since you came to visit me last week."
Ichigo watched them, his heart clenching. What's this? Why do I feel like this? Trying to push his thoughts aside, he watched as Shunsui moved towards him. "Ichigo-san," Shunsui said, smiling. "It seems that you need to be taken care of. Might I be of some assistance?" Ichigo saw both Urahara and Ukitake turn their eyes towards him.
"I'm fine," Ichigo said, blushing. It was one thing to be at the center of attention when fighting, but when it came to the bedroom, he wasn't at all used to it. "Don't worry."
"Nonsense," Ukitake said, sitting up and resting on his elbows. "Would you rather I help assist you?"
Blushing an even brighter shade of red, Ichigo didn't know what to say. Yes, but how do I say that to not hurt Shunsui's feelings? I want to be able to take the man that Urahara shares a special bond with. I want to feel that too.
"Ah," Shunsui said, laying down on the bed. "I know, I know. He's much prettier than myself. But don't think I can't be equally as satisfying in bed, Ichigo-san." The scruffy taichou gave Ichigo a wink, making him let out a nervous laugh.
"I think I wouldn't mind feeling you again, Shunsui," Urahara spoke softly as he crawled over to Shunsui. Ichigo let out a low moan as he watched Urahara straddle the man's hips. "But it seems we must waken you back up. And I know just the trick..." Ichigo bit his lip as he watched his lover begin to stroke Shunsui, making the man hard once more.
"Must be why you were head of Research and Develop-ah...ment." Shunsui let out a low groan.
"Tsch," Urahara said, stroking him more.
"Ichigo," the soft spoken taichou said in a firm voice. "Will you come here?"
Sitting between the man's legs, Ichigo leaned down and looked at him. "Yes, Jushiro?" He heard Urahara and Shunsui continue their light-hearted banter, making Ichigo's heart twist just a tiny bit.
"Don't worry about them," Ukitake said, wrapping his arms around Ichigo's neck, making the teen move his head closer to his. "Just focus on me."
Their lips were barely centimeters apart. Ichigo could feel the man's breath on his lower lip, making him open his mouth slightly to catch the hot air in his own mouth. Closing the distance between the two of them, Ichigo let his lips rest against Ukitake's, groaning at how many different tastes there were on the man. There was Shunsui's release, there was Urahara's natural taste, and now Ichigo was adding to the mixture his own taste, along with Ukitake's. The two kissed each other, not to the extent that the man had kissed Urahara or Shunsui, but that was to be expected. Ukitake pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
"Ichigo," he spoke quietly. "You are not with me, right now."
His eyes growing wide, Ichigo stuttered. "H-How'd you know that?"
"So, you don't deny it." Ukitake said, chuckling.
"I'm sorry, Jushiro. I just," Ichigo took a deep breath. "My mind keeps getting in the way."
"Are you thinking about Kisuke? Do you want to stop?" Ukitake said, touching his face gently with his soft hand. Ichigo leaned his face into the touch, groaning softly as he heard Urahara moan loud. He opened his eyes a crack and saw that he and Shunsui were rocking together, Urahara straddling the man's waist, Shunsui buried in him to the hilt.
"No," Ichigo said, kissing the taichou's hand. "I don't. I'm sorry, Jushiro. I'll focus."
He let out a genuine laugh. "Ichigo, you sound as if it's a chore."
"No..." Ichigo said, lowering his face to the crook of Ukitake's neck. He sniffed at the man's pulse point and heard him let out a quiet moan. "It's never a chore." Letting his lips press against the hollow of Ukitake's throat, he felt the man's head turn to the side, giving more of his neck to him. He dipped his tongue into Ukitake's clavicle, the saltiness of the man's sweat being the first thing to hit his tongue.
"I'm glad," Ukitake said in a breathless voice. "Now...if you don't mind...I'd really like to feel you deep inside of me, Ichigo. And not just with your tongue."
His body shuddering hard at the bluntness of the taichou's request, he placed himself at the man's entrance. Letting just the tip push inside of him, Ichigo lifted his head and stared into soft hazel eyes. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Oh," Ukitake did his best to spread his legs more, but Ichigo held the man's hips in place. He was not going further inside of him, as the man was hoping he would. "I'm positive." Ukitake pulled him back down to his lips and whispered, "Fuck me, Ichigo."
Moaning at the command, Ichigo thrust himself all the way in, the tightness almost making him almost release instantaneously. He stilled his hips, doing his best to not move, for he didn't want to be that guy. Ukitake was kind about it. The man just rubbed his hands along Ichigo's back as the teen did his best to regain his composure. As soon as he found that he had enough of a moment, Ichigo began to move his hips. Pushing himself deep into the man, he marveled at how tight he was. He must be the seme in their relationship, for the most part. He moaned low as he felt the man clench around him involuntarily. Ichigo turned his head and saw that Urahara was rolling his hips, pushing Shunsui deeper inside of him, balancing himself by having his hands resting on Shunsui's thighs. The sight of his lover in that position made Ichigo moan loud, and made him begin to move his hips faster. Turning his attention back to Ukitake, he leaned down and kissed the man, kissing him with everything that he had to give him. Not necessarily a loving kiss, but a passionate one. Loving kisses were reserved for the man that he loved. The man that was riding Shunsui in such a way that he could not wait until they were back at his estate, so he could fuck him in that manner.
Ichigo reached down and began to touch Ukitake, stroking the man gently as he continued to thrust in and out of him. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on thrusting in as deep as he could go, not wanting to hurt the man beneath him. In one particular thrust, he felt the man tighten and heard him let out a soft wail. He knew that he found the taichou's sweet spot, so he began to push himself against it, over and over. Ichigo opened his eyes as he heard Urahara cry out. Ukitake had reached over and had begun to stroke the man in time with Ichigo's thrusts. Soon, all the men were moaning in tandem, each of them rocking together in a steady rhythm. He heard both Urahara, and felt Ukitake, release at the same exact moment. As Ukitake's body tightened around him, Ichigo thrust himself deep and soon followed him over the edge, shouting as he did so. He heard Shunsui let out a soft groan as he came as well.
The four lay there, all panting in one rhythm or another. No one person's breath was the same. Ichigo felt like he was panting the hardest, but that's what each of the men thought. Each of them had released hard, and were all doing their best to maintain their composure. Gently pulling out of Ukitake, Ichigo laid down on the bed, next to Ukitake. He watched as Urahara pulled himself up and off of Shunsui and laid next to him. Turning over, he nuzzled against the man's chest, grateful when he felt his familiar arms wrap around him. He closed his eyes and just kept breathing.
"You two are free to leave whenever you'd like," Ukitake said, sitting up. "Shunsui and I will be retiring back to our room now, if that's okay?"
"It's fine, Jushiro," Urahara spoke softly. Ichigo allowed his lover to talk, the energy having been sapped from his body from the marathon session.
"Sleep well you two." Ukitake leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Ichigo's temple. "Good night, Ichigo. Thank you so much for indulging us tonight."
Blushing brightly, Ichigo was at a loss for words. "Um...you're welcome?"
"Leave the poor kid alone," Shunsui said, chuckling. "You're already given him enough tonight."
"Will we see you two in the morning?" Ukitake asked, picking up his clothes.
"Yes," Ichigo said. "I'd like that." He didn't want it to be another incident like they had had at the Kuchiki manor. He had no problem being an adult about this entire situation.
"Very well," Ukitake said, bowing slightly. "Pleasant dreams to the both of you."
"Good night," Shunsui said, tipping his fingers to his forehead as he closed the door.
Urahara held him close to his body. "Ichigo?" He asked, after the quietness in the room became too much for him. "Are you still awake?"
"Yes," Ichigo said, resting against Urahara's chest. "I don't think I can sleep just yet."
"Did you enjoy that?" Urahara began to run his hand through Ichigo's hair, instantly calming any sort of fear that had been racing through him.
"I did..." Ichigo hesitated.
"But?" Urahara's hand stopped, staying still.
"For a moment..." Ichigo sighed. "For a moment, I got jealous. And I don't know why."
Urahara's arms tightened their hold around his body. Ichigo raised up his own arms and hugged his lover just as tightly. "Ichigo...You know that you have no reason to be that way. And besides, I'm the one that's supposed to be the jealous one in this relationship. Not you."
"I know," Ichigo said, blushing. "That's why this is so awkward for me to say. I guess it's because of the history I know you share with Ukitake. I know that I can never have that with you."
"What?" Urahara said, loosening his grip on Ichigo. He pulled back and looked up into his soft grey eyes. "What would make you say such a thing?"
"Kisuke, I know how much he means to you. I know that deep down, there's a part of you that still loves him. And I know that I can't touch that part of your heart. I guess a little part of me is jealous about that."
"Ichigo," Urahara placed both of his hands on his face, forcing him to look up at his older lover. "Listen to me, right now. Yes, I have a past with both of those men. But I have a past with Byakuya as well. Why is it that these two bother you and he didn't? You didn't act this way with those two."
Ichigo stared into his eyes. "I...I don't know. I know that Renji and Byakuya are together. I know they're meant to be together. What if...what if you're meant to be with Jushiro and Shunsui? Hmm? Why would I be the one to come between that?"
"Oh, Ichigo," Urahara said, pulling him back into a warm embrace. "Listen to you. You voice all the fears I have about you and everyone else. They are in the past. You are my now. You are the person that has my heart. No one else can say that. And they never have been able to say that."
"What?" Ichigo's own heart stopped. "You can't mean that. Are you saying that before me, you never loved someone?"
"No," Urahara held him close. "I'm saying that I've never loved anyone the way I love you, Ichigo. So, relax. I'm not going to run away with Jushiro, or Shunsui, or the two of them. You are stuck with me."
"Good." Ichigo said, hugging him tightly. "That's just the way I want it to be. Although, having fun with them is nice too." He blushed at the admission.
Urahara laughed. "So, I see that Jushiro has weaved his spell on you as well."
"Shut up, old man."
"Right. Good night, Ichigo. Pleasant dreams."
"You too."
Closing his eyes, Ichigo felt a lot better. "Better make sure he's being honest with ya." Oh, fuck off, Shiro. I'm trying to go to sleep. "I'm just sayin'..." He heard Urahara begin to snore peacefully, snuggled up against him.
But Ichigo laid there, more alert and awake than he cared to be, because of his damn Hollow's voice inside of his head. Kisuke...are you really telling the truth? After lying awake for a couple of hours, exhaustion finally captured Ichigo and forced the teen to fall into a restless sleep, cursing out Shiro for filling him with doubt.
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A/N: Who else wants to punch Shiro? Ah, well. ^_^ Thanks for reading!