Hey everyone! I'm back again! This week we have a lime...a tasty tasty lime. It's my warm up before I write the lemon that should be coming on Sour Apple in a few weeks. (Still have one or two short ficlets to go in this side story arc though). I'm a little rusty at the feel of writing sexual situations, but I think you'll enjoy it!
On with the lime!!
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Soft evening light was trickling in through the window, catching the sides of a clear water glass that sat on the counter and littering the kitchen walls with tiny, rippling shards of color. Kisuke quietly closed the refrigerator door and picked the cup up, bringing the ice water to his lips while his bare feet padded across the cool tile floors. The house was empty today, the sounds of the children's arguing absent from the hallways and Tessai's strange mumblings not present in the shop. It had been a perfect day to spend alone with Ichigo…
Speaking of said young man, Urahara smiled as he looked out the back door to see him lounging on his side in the grass, rubbing at his nose absentmindedly. Ichigo's eyes were closed, head lying on his upper arm as a steady line of sweat ran down his temple and across his cheek. He looked hot, and Kisuke didn't mean that in the attractive way (though that was obviously true). Even his t-shirt was sweaty, clinging to his muscles in a way that couldn't be comfortable.
Summer was taking its last gasps in the early days of September, but that didn't mean that the heat didn't wrap around him like a wet blanket as Kisuke made his way out onto the porch. Almost instantly he began to feel himself sweat, opening up his fan and waving it in front of his face a few times to alleviate the burst of warmth against his skin. Though he'd originally started using it to cover up his facial expressions (thereby making himself seem more mysterious) there was something to be said for always having a cooling agent on hand. Not to mention it was cute. Yep…it was hard to resist a handsome, perverted shopkeeper with a fan and a long sword.
Urahara crossed his legs in the grass with a peaceful sigh, moving the fan it in front of Ichigo's face to watch the orange locks blow backwards as the corners of his mouth perked upwards. Kisuke's own smile became mischievous when a hand was placed on his thigh, long fingers kneading the fabric and the muscle underneath in a way that wasn't all together innocent. If he hadn't been so relaxed he might have made some sort of perverted comment or "accidentally" inclined his hips so that Ichigo's hand brushed against his crotch.
As it stood however, he was too drugged with heat and tranquility to really push the issue.
"Mmm," Ichigo practically purred, scooting a little closer to Kisuke so that his nose brushed the older man's pants. His voice was drowsy and soft, somewhat like the delicate light of the sunset that danced across his skin, making it glow like honey wheat laying low in the fields. "Nice day."
"I agree," Kisuke concurred, continuing to fan Ichigo's face while running his free hand through the slightly damp orange tresses. The redhead's response was encouraging, pushing his head further into Urahara's hand, trying to get more of the gentle caress. For someone who was usually such a prude, Ichigo was surprisingly insatiable when it came to affection. He enjoyed it…despite how he might say otherwise. And, of course, Kisuke would never tire of giving it to him…despite how much he might tease.
"Are you sure you don't want to go inside in the air-conditioning?" Kisuke questioned, noticing that the younger man really was rather soaked with sweat. Ichigo merely shook his head, eyebrows coming together when Urahara's hand slowed in his hair. So greedy! Kisuke couldn't help but cease the motion all together, earning a very disgruntled sound as the brown eyes cracked slowly open.
"Why'd you stop?" Ichigo scowled, crawling up and putting his chin on Urahara's thigh, turning his irritated gaze up to Kisuke's face. For a moment Urahara wasn't exactly sure what to say, but the longer he looked down at the bottom lip jutting out in annoyance, the absolute pouty face…the more his mind turned decidedly lewd. Glancing to the glittering cup of ice water sitting near his leg, he focused his attention back on the young man practically in his lap.
"Because I just had a thought Ichigo," he replied, dipping his finger into said water and smearing a wet line across Ichigo's eyebrows. "You look so uncomfortably hot down there…I thought perhaps you might want to take off your shirt."
Quickly Ichigo's hand came up and smacked Kisuke hard upside the arm, his own hand coming up to rub at the stinging area before looking down at the redhead in an affronted way. Was it something he said? "Ow! What was that for!? I'm thinking of your well-being Kurosaki-kun!"
"No," Ichigo countered, voice amused, face breaking out in a tiny grin. His eyes were already closing again, slowly twisting his body to lay his cheek once more against the grass with a sigh of pleasure. He was the picture of contentment, which was unusual considering how angst-ridden the young man could be. "You're thinking about devious ways to get me out of my clothes. It won't work you know."
Couldn't argue there…
"Now I admit, usually you'd be right," Kisuke laughed, poking Ichigo's cheek and watching the orange eyebrows come together. "But really…I've seen you half naked before. Hell in your bankai outfit most of your belly and chest shows anyway…"
When the younger man didn't seem to be responding Kisuke's bottom lip came out, leaning down to run his nose along the teenager's neck to get his attention. He smiled softly when small goose bumps broke out on the smooth skin, a shiver running down Ichigo's body. "Please Ichigo? I promise that will be the entirety of what you take off this evening…please with sugar?"
Ichigo sighed, pushing himself up abruptly to fix Kisuke with a stare, his expression shifting through emotions as though he were weighing his options before making a decision. Wise boy. Then, with a defeated roll of his eyes, he pulled his shirt up over his head, exposing line upon line of beautiful abdominal muscles to Urahara's ravenous gaze. No matter how many bad decisions he may have made in life, Kisuke was certain that the gods must have loved him to adorn him with the affections of such a glorious youth. Truly he was a blessed man.
"There," Ichigo said sleepily, tossing the sweat-soaked shirt into Kisuke's face before plopping himself back down on the ground. "Happy now?"
"Extremely," Kisuke breathed, swallowing thickly, letting the shirt fall from his suddenly nerveless fingers. If the sight of Ichigo's chest had been welcome, the view of his back was…overwhelming. From the curves of his shoulder blades to the plane of his spine, each muscle was a masterpiece, perfectly proportioned. Urahara had to look away briefly, his fingers tingling with the need to reach out and touch at the flawless skin, closing his eyes to get a hold on himself before he did something foolish. What had he been thinking, asking Ichigo to take off his clothes like that?!
When he opened his eyes they once again landed on the glass near his leg, the ice cubes floating in endless circles around the water. Cocking his head to the side, Kisuke felt the corner of his lips quirk upward, tongue coming out to brush at his top lip. Instinctively his hand reached out, pulling out a partially melted cube and running it between his fingers, watching the water drip to the ground. Ichigo was probably going to kill him…but he really was having a hard time convincing himself not to do it.
"Hey!" Ichigo practically shouted as the first drop hit his skin, squirming and glaring daggers at Urahara over his shoulder. "Knock it off!"
Before Ichigo could protest further Kisuke was on him, legs spread to either side of Ichigo's hips, sitting firmly on the younger man's butt. Laughing darkly, Urahara leaned forward, putting all his weight on the pliant body beneath him and moving his mouth down beside Ichigo's ear. "Relax," he whispered, letting his tongue come out to graze the ear near his lips, nipping playfully at it and enjoying the delicious fidget the younger man bestowed in return. "I'm going to cool you off…"
"Stop, you pervert…" Ichigo complained less forcefully, voice slightly breathy, his hips bucking up to attempt to knock Urahara off his body. The push only succeeded in brushing them together however, making Kisuke's eyes slam shut harshly against the rush of friction. Breathing suddenly became harder to do as he realized that keeping control of himself was going to be more difficult than he'd originally imagined. He hadn't counted on Ichigo's response being so arousing.
Deciding to go forward with his plan anyway, he sat back up to his full height and squeezed his thighs together to keep Ichigo still, pushing the ice cube firmly against the top of the redhead's backbone. Instantly Ichigo began cursing, his body rocking as his arms tried in vain to reach backwards and grab at Urahara's hands. Not deterred, Kisuke ran the melting ice further down the tanned spine, grinning when Ichigo's jerks began to lessen and soft pants made his back rise and fall more quickly. Was he giving up? Or was it just starting to feel good?
"That's cold Kisuke," Ichigo almost whined, wiggling his hips back and forth beneath Kisuke's crotch. The act sent another shockwave up the older man's spine, a heat settling in his gut that had nothing to do with the weather. His eyelids were heavy now as he leaned downward again, unable to stop his teeth from sinking into the back of Ichigo's neck. He practically growled when the teenager gasped and shuddered below him, a sense of possessiveness washing over him, exhilarating in its intensity. The redhead's skin always had the same flavour, only this time it was tainted with sweat and a little bit of dirt. Almost a filthy taste…one that Urahara found strangely erotic.
"Stop wiggling like that Ichigo," his voice was low, grinding the words out between the teeth that still held the younger man's flesh between them. "Or this won't stay playful for much longer."
Pulling slowly away from Ichigo's neck, he watched curiously as brown eyes glanced over a bare shoulder, giving Kisuke a look that could only be described as purely evil. What was he up to? Seconds passed as they continued to stare, henna into rainy gray, until with a smirk the younger man began rolling his hips in a gentle, sensual rhythm, his breath catching quietly. Perfect white teeth came out soon afterwards; catching that bottom lip so enthralled Kisuke in an obviously teasing way. Devious scamp. The pure eroticism of the gyration made Kisuke involuntarily cry out, pushing one hand on Ichigo's back to steady himself while wondering vaguely when the younger man had grown so bold. What kind of beast had he awakened in that prim and proper mind?
The pace was slow at first, leisurely and unhurried, but soon it was picking up speed, Urahara pressing his forehead against the redhead's back with a soft, almost painful sound. If he wasn't careful, this would get out of control quickly. It had been so long since he'd been with a lover…so long in fact that even this slight contact was easily enough to make his cock harden instantly and press sharply into the body below. He wasn't so stupid as to think that Ichigo couldn't feel it, and he had the sneaking suspicion that the younger man was using it to his advantage.
"Kurosaki-kun," he groaned, letting his tongue come out to lap at the young man's skin, licking at the water he'd placed there a few moments before. It was tepid already, heated by the setting sun overhead and the warmth of Ichigo's skin. Luscious. Inspired by the soft moan he heard from underneath, he moved his mouth further down, closer to Ichigo's waistband, teasing the flesh he found there with subtle nibbles. He remained there momentarily, abusing the skin friskily, until he felt Ichigo arch his body into the touch, gasping out his name in a tone that went straight to Kisuke's cock. Only then did Urahara flatten his tongue against the small of his back, working with deliberate slowness up the redhead's spine, halting every few centimeters to nip and suck at random patches of skin.
Ichigo was writhing now; Urahara could see where his knuckles were going white against the grass he gripped tightly between his fingers. The reaction made Kisuke a little proud, taking satisfaction in his ability to make his lovers scream without ever even touching the more intimate areas of their bodies. His gaze wandered back to Ichigo's face, drinking in the sight of the faint blush staining the tanned skin, the teenager's cheek firmly pressed against the ground, eyes closed, mouth partially open as puffs of air rushed out in gasps. The scene was so sexy it caused Kisuke to hesitate in his actions, mouth pressed in an open kiss against Ichigo's back as he stared captivated into the lustful copper gaze now fixed solely on him. If he'd ever witnessed anything so beautiful…he couldn't remember it now.
Unable to stop, he twisted himself to the side until his lips came into semi-contact with Ichigo's, gasping when the redhead's still-rolling hips sent another wave of pleasure through his nerves. The kiss was sloppy and wet, their mouths barely able to meet with the younger man still on his stomach, but Urahara made it work despite the awkward angle. He could feel a faint line of saliva trail down the redhead's cheek, the exchange more a dance of tongues meshing passionately than mouths pressing together. It had to be, quite possibly, the dirtiest kiss of his entire life…and it was sublime.
"I want," Ichigo gasped, his tongue coming out to lick against Kisuke's wantonly. "I want to kiss you…please Kisuke…"
Urahara's response to the plea was immediate, turning Ichigo over roughly and pushing their lips together hard enough that teeth clacked together a little. The long legs beneath him opened wider to allow him to rest in between, the younger man's hands dancing up his back, snaking down his arms, teasing inside his shirt, and eventually finding purchase on his ass to pull their groins together. Ichigo, to Urahara's delight, was just as hard as he was, ready and seemingly very willing to go. Time seemed to slow as they locked eyes until hesitantly Ichigo began rolling his hips again, fingers digging into Kisuke's upper thighs almost painfully.
The world was spinning slower now, each passing second encompassing what felt like a hundred lifetimes within the short span of time. Urahara could feel everything…Ichigo's lips silken against his own, their bodies pushing somewhat frantically against each other, the sound of cloth scraping, Ichigo moaning into his mouth, the feel of the redhead's hair caught tight in his fingers…dirty, sensual, sullied, exquisite…everything he could ever want.
"Ichigo," Kisuke whimpered softly, breaking the kiss and pressing his face into the redhead's neck, biting at the skin there until it began to turn a light purplish color. As the skin threatened to break under his teeth Ichigo's whole body bucked upwards, a throaty cry spilling from his lips.
It was then, upon hearing that impassioned cry, that Urahara realized two things. One, they were still outside where anyone could interrupt them (not good)…and two, that this wasn't how he wanted their first time together to be. Granted, his body was screaming otherwise, his cock throbbing agonizingly and his blood rushing so fast that he was having trouble thinking clearly…but he couldn't do this. Not here in the grass like two beasts rutting in the dirt. Ichigo deserved better…
His hands shot out to catch the younger man's hips, stopping them from moving as he pulled his mouth away from Ichigo's neck with a liquid pop. His self-control wavered for the briefest of moments as he heard the disappointed moan from below, closing his eyes so he wouldn't be tempted to give into the crestfallen expression that he knew would be there. Ichigo would thank him for this later when things were more perfect…when the younger man wouldn't look back on his first time with the regret that it hadn't been right.
"Why not?" Ichigo whispered, his fingers still clinging to Urahara's thighs, though with much less force. Kisuke didn't respond right away, still too busy with bringing his breathing back under control and calming his body down enough so that he could think clearly. Eventually he felt Ichigo lean upward, a small lick to his cheek indicating that the redhead wanted his undivided attention. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Kisuke turned his face to the question, surprised when he saw how concerned Ichigo was underneath all that pent up sexual frustration. There was depth in that brown gaze that stunned him, made him breathless all over again. Ichigo's own breathing was still choppy and uneven, body shaking violently against Urahara's own, his skin still a bit flushed. Worry over the younger man's condition prompted him to wrap his arms back around the smaller body and roll them both onto their sides. Nothing was worse, in Urahara's opinion, than getting all worked up and then having the entire thing deflate on you. Can you say 'blue balls'? Ichigo didn't protest, allowing him to rain kisses in the orange hair in an effort to calm the younger man's obviously fraying nerves.
"I'm fine," Urahara soothed, rubbing his hands in comforting circles around Ichigo's back. Regretfully he kissed the swollen lips so close to his own, willing the teen to understand the intentions behind his refusal. "But I can't do this right now."
Ichigo looked up at him curiously, a pale orange eyebrow rising as the younger man settled more firmly in his embrace. Finally a small smile pulled as his lips and he poked Urahara lightly in the stomach with a small snicker. "Are you like…having erectile dysfunction or something? I mean…I know you're old and all…"
Kisuke's mouth fell open at that, trying to decide if Ichigo was being serious or not. "I-Ichigo!" he stammered, closing his mouth only to have it fall open again. He must have looked rather ridiculous because the teenager began laughing in earnest, the sound soft and happy. At least he wasn't angry about stopping in the middle of their little frottage session. "I do not need Viagra! What, you couldn't feel it pressing into that tight little rump of yours?"
For emphasis he gave Ichigo's butt a small squeeze, delighting in the gasp he got in return. "Little smartass," Kisuke purred, kissing Ichigo's cheek. "But no…I just don't want you to lose your virginity like an dog in the backyard. Unless that's all right with you?"
Ichigo's face fell for a moment, as if he were finally realizing where exactly he was and what he'd been doing. When he finally grasped the situation his eyes went wide as cup saucers, his body becoming tight in Kisuke's arms. "Um…no…not really…I just…" he began, a faint blush breaking out on his cheeks as his words faded away. The rest needed no explanation. Urahara was more than aware that the younger man had been practically consumed by the deluge of hormones assaulting his senses. It wasn't as though he'd never been young once…and hormones were something that not even his substantial intellect had been able to overcome.
"I know Ichigo, you don't have to clarify," he smiled, scooting his hips a few inches away from the ones beside him so that their more intimate areas weren't brushing against each other anymore. The younger man sighed softly, face relaxing as the storm between them calmed down, leaving him looking exhausted. "I can completely empathize…"
"You could have, you know…done it…and I wouldn't have stopped you," Ichigo murmured, suddenly looking very serious.
"You act like I don't know this…you can't resist my charms Kurosaki-kun!" Urahara laughed, watching Ichigo's expression go from very seriously grave to very seriously annoyed all in the matter of three seconds. The reaction made the laughter bubble further up in Kisuke's chest, drawing Ichigo close again despite his initial protests. There was nothing he liked more than getting a rise out of the redhead…it was one of life's greatest pleasures to be sure.
"You act like you don't know that I'll kick your balls up into your sternum," Ichigo threatened in what Urahara thought had to be his best scary voice, even though it was muffled by the fact that his face was pressed into Kisuke's chest. All it needed was that weird underwater effect that wearing his hollow mask gave it and everything would have been perfect.
"Don't damage equipment that you'll eventually grow to love," Kisuke raised an eyebrow, his laughter dying down though his smile wasn't. "You should be thanking me for my self-restraint, not threatening my manhood."
"I can't start thanking you until the shock wears off…seeing as how this has to be the first time you've shown any self-restraint around me at all," Ichigo said sarcastically, looking as though he were fighting laughter of his own.
"That wounded me Ichigo…I'm really hurt…"
"Not as much as me…I've never had blue balls before but this shit hurts like hell!"
And the ice cubes that originally started the whole ordeal slowly melted away, the cup laying forgotten in the grass as the two men gathered themselves back up and went inside to cool off. It was only when it got ran over by the lawnmower a few days later that Urahara even remembered it was there…and that was only because Tessai looked as though he were going to murder someone with glass shards sticking out of his apron like little knives.
Maybe next time he'd use that Captain Planet sippy cup instead…