Author's Note
Pardon me for the slow update...this chapter took forever to write for some reason! Thank you so much for the kind reviews, favs, and reads! Hope you'll enjoy this chapter. =)
Ichigo grunted as his back hit the wall. Several boxes from the shelf next to him fell to the floor, but neither men paid attention even as the contents scattered around their feet. Urahara's lips brushed against the shell of his ear, and then he heard the man say breathlessly, "We shouldn't be doing this."
Tilting his head back to give the blonde better access, Ichigo replied with a murmured "mm hmm" and coiled his fingers under the man's collar. He tugged, trying to get the top off of Urahara's shoulder, but Urahara had his arm tightly wrapped around Ichigo's waist and he was blocked. Ichigo had to tug a few more times before the blonde finally got the message. Urahara withdrew his arm reluctantly, and then, after a series of clumsy, uncoordinated tugging and pulling, one side of his robe swung free, joining the sash that had been untied a while ago. A few seconds later, the other side side of his robe was peeled from his body in a similar fashion, and the garment fluttered down to the floor to join the fallen merchandise.
"We need to stop," Urahara panted, but at that exact moment Ichigo's hand found his nipple, and all thoughts of stopping flew out the window. Moaning into the boy's neck, he slipped his hand under Ichigo's t-shirt from below. The shirt was tight, though, and it trapped his arm in an awkward position. With a low growl, he grabbed the hem and pulled it up, exposing the toned abdomen underneath.
Panting heavily, Ichigo drew his hands away from Urahara's body and raised his arms above his head, allowing the man to remove his t-shirt. Urahara grunted in frustration as the t-shirt kept getting stuck along the way, but after a few more urgent tugs, it came off and was flung carelessly to a corner of the room. Ichigo's hair became a wild ruffled mess from the struggle with his top, and Urahara couldn't resist digging his fingers into the orange strands to pull the boy's face closer.
Crushing their mouths together, the blonde slid his tongue easily between Ichigo's lips. Ichigo responded immediately; reaching out with his tongue, he coaxed Urahara deeper into his mouth, then, tentatively, he let his teeth graze the blonde's tongue. The almost-shy experiment ripped a raspy groan from the older man; and the battle for dominance began.
They nipped each other's lips, pinching the fragile tissue but never hard enough to draw blood. It was thrilling to walk on the fine line between pain and pleasure; they teased one another, slowly learning how far they could go without inflicting pain.
When they finally broke the kiss, Urahara's head fell forward and rested on Ichigo's forehead while he struggled to get his ragged breaths under control. It was a lost cause, because the boy proceeded to thrust his hips into the blonde's, kicking his already racing pulse a notch higher. The rough material of Ichigo's jeans rubbed against Urahara's straining arousal, wringing a moan from the older man.
Swearing under his breath, Urahara reached down with one hand and made quick work of Ichigo's belt, but he couldn't get past the button and zip single-handedly. Hissing in impatience, he withdrew the hand that was entangled in the boy's hair and renewed his effort with both hands. To his chagrin, even after those were undone, Ichigo's jeans were so tight that he couldn't get it off without the boy's help.
Ichigo laughed at the man's frustration as he wiggled out of his pants. In response, Urahara wrapped his hand over the prominent bulge in the boy's underwear and squeezed. A noise—a mixture of a yelp and a moan escaped from Ichigo's lips; he had never had anyone touch him there before, and Urahara's hand was large, warm, and moving in such a delicious manner. The amount of pressure was just right, the pace perfect, and Ichigo felt his knees becoming weak.
"Kisuke," Ichigo moaned, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy.
The blonde's breath hitched in his throat; the boy's lust-filled voice was thicker, lower than it normally was, and it dripped with need. He leaned in and took Ichigo's mouth roughly, and at the same time, began to move his hand up and down, stroking the teen through the thin layer of fabric. He felt Ichigo let out a shaky breath against his lips as he trembled under his touch.
"S-shit," Ichigo groaned, feeling the tension in his belly build at an alarming rate. He recognized the sign and realized that he was going to peak soon. "Stop," he whispered, letting his forehead fall against Urahara's shoulder. "I'm gonna—"
A low "mmm" was the only response he got before the blonde suddenly increased his pace. With a sinking heart, Ichigo felt himself twitch once, twice, and then it was too late—the rush of pleasure hit him, and all the tension in his body spilled into his underwear. His cry came out choked, as though he wanted to swallow it but could not.
Urahara felt the sudden rush of dampness under his palm and knew that Ichigo had climaxed. He had heard the boy's plea to stop, but couldn't resist pushing him over the edge. It was selfish, he knew, but he wanted to see Ichigo become undone. But now as he looked at the boy's face, he wished he had stopped—Ichigo looked horrified, his face a bright pink and his eyes wide with disbelief and dismay.
"I-I'm sorry," Ichigo muttered, feeling useless. He couldn't believe he had come so fast, Urahara didn't even look like he was halfway there yet. The hand at his crotch went away, then he was suddenly crushed in an embrace, and he felt the blonde's lips against his forehead.
"Shhh," Urahara murmured, stroking the boy's back soothingly.
Ichigo squirmed in the older man's arms. "Don't shhh me," he grumbled, his face feeling impossibly hot from embarrassment. He had heard that guys who were young and inexperienced tended to not last very long, but this was ridiculous. "I'll still finish you, you know."
The blonde blinked, and then pulled away to look at the boy in amusement. "Excuse me?"
"I'm not going to hang you out to dry like this," Ichigo said with a serious face.
Urahara looked as if he was struggling to swallow his laughter, but before he could reply, Ichigo attacked him with fervor. Cupping the older man's face with both hands, Ichigo pulled him in for a kiss. And then, before the blonde could recover from his surprise, Ichigo flipped around and pressed him into the wall, switching their positions.
"Where's your bedroom?" Ichigo asked, his breath becoming ragged again.
Urahara's eyes flicked to the left, and Ichigo immediately pulled him by the wrist towards that direction. Spurred by the boy's enthusiasm and his own need, Urahara only hesitated for a second before letting Ichigo lead the way.
Ichigo was surprised to find the shopkeeper's room quite sparsely decorated, but that just meant that there were fewer obstacles between the door and the bed. Eager to make up for his own untimely climax, Ichigo practically shoved the man onto his bed, then he climbed in after him and straddled the man's hips.
Then, with equal eagerness, he lifted himself up on his knees and began to tug at Urahara's pants. The sight of Ichigo panting over him with his reddened lips slightly apart sent blood rushing to the blonde's head, and in a dazed, almost drunken state, he raised his hips to let his pants and boxers slide down his thighs.
"Wow," Ichigo blurted out when the older man's arousal finally sprang free, suddenly feeling very small himself. But after a few seconds of staring, he started to pull his own underwear off, wrinkling his nose slightly at the stickiness of the garment. He flung their pants carelessly onto the floor, and then he moved up and started to align himself with Urahara, looking as though he was going to lower himself onto it as soon as he got the position right.
The blonde felt his tip nudge Ichigo lightly, and he snapped out of his stupor. "Wait, what are you doing?" he asked, incredulous.
Ichigo scowled. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He had a look of determination on his face, and for a moment Urahara was reminded of their training sessions in the past.
Amused, he began to chuckle. "You haven't done this before, have you?" When the boy blushed deeply, Urahara stopped laughing; hesitation once again creeped into his consciousness. "Are you sure you want this? With me?"
Instead of replying, Ichigo simply bent over and sealed the older man's lips, silencing any further questions. The feeling of the boy's overheated bare skin against his own made Urahara moan into Ichigo's mouth—the boy was already getting hard again.
"If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right," Urahara whispered, then, holding Ichigo's wrists, he guided the boy to flip over onto his back while he got on top.
Ichigo's heart began to pound in his chest as he watched the blonde reach over his head to retrieve something. There was the sound of things being pushed around, then Urahara reappeared in his view, holding a tiny bottle. Wordlessly, the man flipped the cap open and squeezed out a generous amount on his palm.
Eyes wide in a mixture of fascination, anticipation, and—much as he wanted to deny it—nervousness, Ichigo stared intently as the blonde spread the lotion on his palm and fingers. Now that he had calmed down and thought about it, this made sense. Thinking back to his own impulsiveness earlier, Ichigo felt his face burn, but he didn't get the time to simmer in his embarrassment for long.
"This might feel a little strange at first, okay?" Urahara said softly. When the boy nodded, he leaned down and brushed his forehead on Ichigo's in a reassuring way, and then his finger slid in.
Ichigo jumped slightly with surprise; it wasn't painful nor especially unpleasant, but it felt strange nonetheless. He felt the finger slide in and out a few more times, and then the next time it came back, it didn't return alone. Ichigo frowned slightly as his body worked to accommodate the second finger.
"Are you okay?" Urahara stilled and looked at the squirming figure beneath him.
Ichigo flashed him a look that could pass as a glare if not for his flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. "Don't stop," he said, breathing heavily through his teeth. But alas, the commanding tone was dampened by the tremor in his voice.
The blonde looked at the rapid rising and falling of the boy's chest and saw right through the brave front. Smiling in amusement, he slid a little farther down so that his head hovered above Ichigo's hips.
"What—" Ichigo never had the chance to finish his question because right at that moment Urahara decided to duck down between his legs and take him in the mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily, and Urahara had to hold him down to avoid getting choked.
Ichigo could not believe the amount of sensory overload he was getting within such a short period of time. The blonde's mouth felt so warm it was almost blindingly hot against his sensitive flesh, and it was moving in such an evil, evil way.
The blonde wished he could laugh out loud at the boy's reaction; Ichigo's head was tilted back, his damp hair buried into the pillows, and he kept alternating between biting his lip and gasping, as though he wasn't sure which one helped more. The muscles of the flat, lean torso strained under Urahara's hand as his mouth continued to slide up and down the boy's length, Then, when he saw Ichigo's fists clutch the sheets, he finally deemed the boy distracted enough, and inserted the third finger.
Ichigo's toes curled on their own accord as he struggled to process the pleasure from Urahara's mouth and the ache from the man's fingers. It was that fine line again, that dangerous cocktail of pleasure and pain that made Ichigo's body confused and happy at the same time. The cries tumbling from his lips began to resemble sobs more than moans as he writhed on the bed.
He was almost certain he was going to climax before the blonde again when Urahara suddenly released him with a soft, moist "pop".
"K-kis-suke..." Ichigo panted, reaching out to touch his lover. Their fingers entwined, and Ichigo pulled the man towards him, sharing a brief kiss before the blonde nudged Ichigo's thighs apart.
The last shreds of uncertainty in Urahara's mind had long since been shoved to some unreachable depths in his consciousness; no longer was he thinking about the fact that Ichigo was his friend's son, or the fact that Ichigo was much younger than he was, or that the boy was emotionally vulnerable now. There were so many reasons that would've held him back if he weren't drunk in the throes of passion, but none occurred to him now.
With a firm but gentle thrust of his hips, he slid into Ichigo and truly became hopelessly, thoroughly lost. The heat in that tight, velvety passage was overwhelming; the highly-strung tension in his body finally found an outlet, and he began to move, wringing cries after cries from the body beneath him. He wasn't rough, but everything about their rhythm was urgent, both racing to reach the edge that had been calling to them since seemingly forever.
The bed creaked in time with their bodies as Ichigo raised his hips to meet every thrust, his fingers clawing at Urahara's back, leaving trails of pink on the otherwise flawless skin. Ichigo may not have done this before, but there was nothing awkward about his movements, his battle-trained body graceful even in bed. He simply followed Urahara's lead, letting the more experienced man carry him away to the end that he knew would arrive very, very soon.
"Come with me," the blonde whispered suddenly, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Without waiting for a response, he reached between them and wrapped his hand around Ichigo.
Ichigo's back arched off the bed as the gentle command and touch pushed him over, and he shuddered almost violently, spilling himself over Urahara's fist and their stomachs.
The blonde managed a handful more thrusts before letting himself go with a choked cry. His head fell forward as he pulsed within the crushing tightness, and then with a groan, he collapsed onto the heaving chest below him.
Ichigo continued to pant under his lover's weight, unable to come down fully from his high because Urahara was still inside. But after awhile, it became difficult to breathe, and he nudged the older man to the side.
They lay side-by-side as their breathing gradually slowed, neither having the energy to speak.
Finally, after a long stretch of silence, Ichigo turned to Urahara and said hoarsely, "That was really something."
Urahara nodded and looked at the young man; it was definitely something, but as the rush of pleasure tapered off, a terrible sense of guilt and horror began to settle in his gut. But the boy looked so contented—happy, even—that he couldn't help but smile.
"I'm glad you liked it," he said, stretching his tired limbs.
"Did you?" Ichigo asked, suddenly worried. The older man's smile did not quite reach his eyes, he noticed.
Urahara chuckled. "Of course I did."
Ichigo looked at him, not sure if he should believe the man or not. "Enough to do it again?" he asked carefully.
The blonde hesitated. Of course it was, but it didn't mean he should do it again. In fact, it was the complete opposite. But he couldn't say that, not when the boy was looking at him like that. So, despite his trepidation, he slid an arm under Ichigo's neck and pulled him close.
Ichigo remained tense for a while, even when Urahara rested his chin on the top of Ichigo's head and held him tightly. Then, slowly, he allowed himself to relax against the older man's chest. The man's body heat was comforting, and so was the strong, steady beating of his heart.
Ichigo wasn't sure what Urahara's silence meant, but his eyes were gradually getting heavier, his body drained of energy. He wanted to ask Urahara again, but his eyelids defied him, and he drifted off.
The blonde felt the boy's breathing even out into a slow rhythm and guessed that he had fallen asleep, and as he listened to the light inhalation and exhalation of breath, his own eyes began to slide closed.
They can talk about this later, he decided. And then he, too, let sleep claim him.
To be continued...
Author's Note:
I do hope I'm keeping at least some of you on the edge of your seats! =) I'll try my best to update soon, but I have a friend visiting in the next few days, so the next chapter may not be up until the weekend. *pout* Thank you for your patience in advance!