They wandered into the house together, keeping their hands interlocked. Ichigo only let go of his hand when they had made it back into the master suite's bathroom. Looking at the tub, Ichigo looked at the number of different bath choices he had at his fingertips.

"Gosh, Kisuke," Ichigo said, picking up a few different bottles of bath salts. "How am I supposed to know what to use to get a nice bubble bath?"

Taking the bottles from him, Urahara chuckled. "Just get undressed, and I'll take care of this. Is there a particular scent you would prefer?" He leaned over and turned the water on, testing it to make sure it was the right temperature. The blonde let out a low groan as he felt Ichigo press his body against him, pushing him against the tub. "I-Ichigo, there will be time for that soon, I promise."

"There had better be," Ichigo kissed the side of his neck before pulling away from him. "It doesn't matter to me, Kisuke. Whatever you like me to smell like."

Picking up the correct bottle for a scent he would always associate with his young lover, Urahara began to pour capfuls into the tub, watching as the pink liquid turned quickly into bubbles, as soon as it made contact with the water. He grabbed another bottle of bath salts, adding another particular scent to the mixture, knowing that the salt he added would help relax his lover. He set the bottle back down and turned, being greeted by the welcome sight of Ichigo's naked body.

"Is it ready?" Ichigo asked, looking at the bath that was becoming filled with bubbles. "Can I get in?"

Urahara nodded and stood up. "It's all set. Why don't you get in? I need to go grab something from the kitchen. I'll be right back, though." He wiped his hands off. "Let the water run until you think you're fairly submersed, alright?"

"Okay, Kisuke." Ichigo got into the tub, and slowly sank down. Taking a deep breath, Ichigo blushed a deep shade, holding some of the bubbles in his hand. "Did you pour strawberry bubbles into the bath?"

Smirking, Urahara turned his back. "You said to use whatever I wanted you to smell like. I'll be right back." He headed out, listening to the protests of his young lover, amused by how unhappy it seemed it was by the fruit smell.

He headed into the kitchen and walked over to the fridge. He pulled a nice bottle of white wine from the door, setting it down on the counter as he bumped the door closed with his hip. Grabbing his corkscrew, he uncorked the bottle and poured a nice amount into two wine glasses, before corking the bottle. Debating on if he should put the wine back, or bring it with him, his inner voice won, which had been screaming to just take it with him. Once he had the bottle situated in the cradle of his right elbow, he made his way back to his master bedroom, and headed back into the bathroom.

"Is that wine?" Ichigo asked, his voice lethargic. It seemed as if the bath salts he had added to the bath were doing their job, much to Urahara's enjoyment. He set his glass down on the sink as he took the bottle of wine and held it up for Ichigo to see. "Ah...wonderful...You brought me a glass, I hope?"

Urahara set the bottle down and walked over to the bathtub. "Now, what sort of boyfriend would I be if I only brought myself a glass, and the rest of the bottle?" He set Ichigo's glass on the side of the tub. "Here's your glass."

"Arigatou," Ichigo smiled, reaching for the wine. Urahara watched him struggle to grab the glass, trying not to laugh at his lethargic movements. "Did you put something besides strawberries into the water, Kisuke?" Ichigo asked, finally grabbing the wine glass by the stem and taking a small sip.

His grey eyes sparkling, Urahara took a seat on the bathmat and shrugged his shoulders. "Do you feel relaxed?"

"Horribly so," Ichigo said, setting his glass down without spilling anything. "You didn't bring a straw, did you? I don't think I'll be able to lift that glass back up again."

Sipping his wine, Urahara set his own down to pick up Ichigo's. Placing the glass against the orange-haired teen's lips, he felt his body respond as Ichigo's eyes snapped open. "I guess I'll just have to help you, hmm?" Urahara said, tilting the glass back so that Ichigo could take another swallow of the crisp liquid. He lowered it and set the glass back down. "And yes, I did put something in the water. I wanted your body to be completely relaxed, Ichigo. You've been through a hell of a lot recently, so I thought it would be a welcomed feeling."

"Being here is all the relaxation I really need, Kisuke," Ichigo leaned his head back against the tile, groaning softly. "But, whatever you added to this strawberry mixture, I think I'm in love with it."

Laughing, Urahara shook his head. "Baka, you can't be in love with a substance. I'm glad that it's doing the trick. It's something I concocted years ago, trying to find the best remedy for the aches from..." He blushed, quickly picking up his wine.

"Remedy for what?" Ichigo asked, cracking an eye open. "For sparring?"

He swallowed the rest of the contents in his glass. "Well...not really..."

"Kisuke?" Ichigo said, struggling to sit up. Urahara reached down and helped him sit up a little bit. "If it's not sparring you created this for, what is it?"

A healthy red tint on his cheeks still, Urahara ran a hand through his pale blonde locks, fidgeting nervously. "For...certain activities." He didn't know why he was suddenly feeling shy about what he enjoyed, as he knew that his young lover tended to enjoy them with him. But there was so much more that he had yet to share with him, especially when it came to that particular activity.

"You mean that room, don't you," Ichigo said, sinking back into the tub. Urahara nodded his head, grateful that Ichigo could put two and two together without having to be hit over the head with the information. "Well, gosh, Kisuke. Why didn't you just say that?"

"I don't know," Urahara said truthfully.

Ichigo chuckled, sinking further down. "Mmm...I can only imagine the sort of things you've done in there to have to make your body feel this good in the bath." Hazy auburn eyes met his own grey ones. "Are you going to join me in here, Kisuke?" Ichigo's voice was laced with inviting possibilities.

"I need to make sure you don't drown," Urahara said, shaking his head. "I put a potent amount into the bath, wanting to make sure that you allowed yourself to relax."

The orange-haired teen let out a loud sigh. "Fiiiiiiine. But next time I want to bone, I'm going to hold out on you, Kisuke."

"Oh?" Urahara said, placing the wine glass back against Ichigo's lips. The teen sipped, smiling goofily. "And why are you saying that?"

Ichigo leaned his head back. "Cuz you won't join me in the bath."

Grabbing a small water cup, Urahara filled it with the bath water and began to pour it over Ichigo's head. "Wouldn't you rather I bathe you?" He watched as his lover leaned his head back as he dunked the cup back into the tub, dumping another cupful of water over his head.

"Mmm..." Ichigo said, keeping his eyes closed as the water washed over him. "Why do you think of strawberries and me, Kisuke?"

Chuckling softly, Urahara grabbed the milk shampoo and poured some into his hands, working up a lather, then placed his hands on his scalp. "Are you serious, Ichigo, or are you just making fun of me?"

"Is it because of my name?" He cracked an eye open.

Urahara continued to wash his lover's hair. "You are definitely making fun of me." He finished lathering his hair, batting his lover's nose with his index finger. "I'll remember that, Kurosaki."

"Awww...back to my last name. For shame!" Ichigo said, laughing before dunking under the water. Urahara watched him, the water still retaining some of the bubbles. He closed his eyes as Ichigo lifted his head up and began to shake his hair back and forth.

"Ichigo!" Urahara said, becoming soaked. "What are you doing?"

Ichigo placed his hands on the lapels on his kimono. "You're wet now. Means you can get into the tub with me."

"Baka," Urahara smirked, grabbing a clean washcloth from the towel rack next to the bath. "You sure do know how to push my buttons, don't you?" He poured some liquid soap onto the cloth after making it damp with the bathwater. Reaching forward, he began to rub the soapy cloth against Ichigo's chest, making the substitute shinigami purr softly. "Ah, there we go. Now you're sedated."

"Am not..." Ichigo arched up, groaning as Urahara's slipped over his nipples with the soft fibers of the washcloth. "Fuck, though...this feels nice."

"Language?" Urahara said, flicking his lover's chest. "I won't tolerate that while I'm doing this. There is a time and place for that."

"You mean, when I'm buried balls deep into your body, Kisuke?"

Dropping the cloth into the water, Urahara groaned as he could feel himself becoming aroused by what his lover was saying. Quickly regaining a sense of composure, Urahara blushed deeply. "Yes, well, I wasn't going to phrase it quite like that, but I suppose that would be a good time to use that sort of language, yes."

"Do you like it better when I'm on top, Kisuke?" Ichigo said, opening his eyes. Urahara's breath left his chest as they looked at each other. "Or do you prefer it when I'm writhing underneath you?"

"Ichigo..." Urahara said, the washcloth long since forgotten.

He sat up in the bath, touching the shocked shopkeeper's hand. "If I haven't made it clear, I'm really horny for you right now, Kisuke. I really need to touch you, or be touched by you." He pulled the hand down, Urahara letting out a soft moan as he touched Ichigo's very erect arousal. "See?" Ichigo moaned, pushing against Urahara's hand. "Please, Kisuke..."

Stroking him slowly, Urahara leaned forward, kissing the lower part of Ichigo's neck. "Are you sure you're just not trying to make me fall into this bath with you..?"

"Take me out of the bath, Kisuke," Ichigo moaned, his hips bucking gently, splashing water out of the tub. "If that's what you're worried about...I don't...I don't care..."

Letting go of Ichigo's arousal, Urahara nodded his head and placed his arms underneath Ichigo's knees. He lifted him out of the bath, not caring how wet he was becoming because of the water dripping off of his lover's body. Still a bit off from the question Ichigo had asked him, he grabbed a towel with his hand, keeping Ichigo' balanced against his body. He walked the two of them into the bedroom, groaning as Ichigo somehow managed to attach his lips to the side of his neck, nipping and biting him in just the right spots, sending pleasure running through his body.

"Ichigo..." Urahara groaned, quickly throwing the towel on the bed, setting the orange-haired teen on it. He quickly dried him off, which was a challenge in and of itself, as the substitute shinigami's hands were trying to undress him at the same time. He felt his hakama start to slide down his legs, Ichigo successfully untying the tie.

"No underwear, Kisuke?" Ichigo said, his hand sliding over Urahara's now naked backside. "That's a first."

The shopkeeper blushed, finishing his half-hearted attempt at drying off Ichigo. "No, it's not. I tend to not bother with them here, especially with you, Ichigo." He raised his head up, a small smirk appearing on his face as Ichigo returned the wicked smile. "Now, then." He took off his kimono and sat between Ichigo's legs, now as naked as he was.

"You never answered my question." Ichigo said, spreading his legs automatically for Urahara, reaching up to pull him down towards his body. Urahara allowed himself to be led, kissing the side of Ichigo's neck, making the substitute shinigami moan low in his throat.

Urahara nipped at the base of his neck, gently pushing his hips against Ichigo's, rubbing his arousal against Ichigo's. "Why does it matter, Ichigo?" Urahara slipped his arms underneath Ichiog's shoulders, holding his body in place as his rolled his hips more.

"Do...do you want to knowaaaaah...what I like...?" Ichigo moaned, arching his back, their chests touching each other as each moved their hips slowly together.

Licking the small hollow of his neck, Urahara pushed his hips against Ichigo's, moaning softly. "I-If you want, Ichigo..."

He groaned as he soon found himself laying on his back, Ichigo now the one between his legs, laying on top of him. Urahara moaned, excitement coursing through him as he watched his lover's face become slack with need. "This, Kisuke...I like making you feel good..." Ichigo placed his right index and middle finger against Urahara's lips. "Help me?"

Taking the offered fingers, Urahara began to suck on the digits gently, allowing his saliva to coat them slowly. He kept his eyes locked on Ichigo's, groaning as he could see the love behind his eyes, the feeling overwhelming him. Moaning low, he sucked on Ichigo's fingers more, anxious to feel them elsewhere on his body. Sensing his anxiety, Ichigo pulled his fingers out and began to kiss a small trail down Urahara's chest. He dipped his tongue into Urahara's belly button, making the pale blonde moan louder.

"Hm...never thought that would make you feel good," Ichigo said, slowly swirling his tongue around Urahara's belly button once more. He slowly let his hand slip further down, moving discreetly, keeping Urahara's mind occupied on what his tongue was currently doing to him. "Does it make you feel good, Kisuke..?"

"A-Anything you do, Ichigo...is a delight..." Urahara moaned as he finally felt Ichigo's index finger press against his entrance. He spread his legs, groaning as his lover kept his finger tip just barely against the opening. "Kami...if you want...to torture me...we're in the wrong room..."

Ichigo smirked, pushing his finger against the tight ring of muscle, groaning as the tight heat surrounded him. "How long are we staying here, Kisuke?"

"Couple...days...? Unless...something...happens..." Urahara gripped the side of the bed, moaning as Ichigo added his second finger quickly after the first. "W-Why...?"

"No reason," Ichigo said, slowly scissoring his fingers. "That feel good, Kisuke...?"

Urahara's hair began to fall in front of his face, as he leaned his head back in with a low moan. "So good, Ichigo..." He let out a disappointed groan as he felt Ichigo's fingers leave his body. "You are determined to torture me, aren't you?"

"Relax," Ichigo said, settling between his legs. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the small drawer, pulling out the small bottle of lube. "Do you want my fingers in you, or my cock?"

He licked his lips as he watched Ichigo pour some of the lube onto his palm, and stared shamelessly as Ichigo coated himself with the slippery substance. "Tough choice, Ichigo." He met his auburn eyes, groaning softly.

"Pervert," Ichigo said, another smirk appearing on his face as he placed himself at Urahara's entrance.

"You love me," Urahara said, trying to push against him, wanting to feel him inside of him.

Thrusting his hips forward, Ichigo groaned as he pushed himself into Urahara. "I do..."

"Balls...deep...?" Urahara moaned, wrapping his legs around Ichigo's waist as he pushed his lover deeper inside of his body.

"Fuck..." Ichigo groaned, the warm heat gripping him tightly as he moved further into his lover's body. "Can I...move...?"

Urahara nodded his head rapidly, pushing back against Ichigo, loving how good it felt when he was this deep inside of him. He moaned as Ichigo began to pump his hips, moving at a slow pace, frustrating him with the speed. He pushed against him, suggesting without words that he did not want it to be slow right now. Ichigo looked down at him, his jaw slack as he began to move his hips faster, making Urahara's moans increase in volume.

"Harder!" Urahara cried out after one particular hard thrust, moaning as Ichigo obeyed his command, thrusting harder into his sweet spot over and over. "Oh, Kami...oh, yes...oh, Ichigo..." His moans were laced with expletives, groaning as Ichigo spoke directly into his ear as he pounded into him.

"That's it, Kisuke...just feel my cock inside of you...You love it, don't you...You love how good it feels...how no one else can make you feel the way I can..." Ichigo moaned, unable to keep up the dirty talk much longer, as he could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release.

Reaching between their bodies, Ichigo's hand found Urahara's throbbing arousal, and began to move his still somewhat lubricated hand up and down. He paid close attention to Urahara's sounds, groaning as he heard the man's moans become higher pitched as he pushed against his sweet spot, stroking him faster. Ichigo pounded into him relentlessly, and as soon as he felt Urahara release, the tightness of his body clamping down around him pushed Ichigo over the edge, both moaning as they rode out their orgasms together.

Ichigo rested his head against Urahara's shoulder, panting softly. He could feel Urahara's breath against his ear, the older man panting softly as well. "Kisuke..." Ichigo said, lifting his head up to look at him.

"Yes, Ichigo...?" Urahara said, taking a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around his lover's body.

Resting against his chest, Ichigo smiled. "Thank you..."

"For what?"

"For all of this," Ichigo said, his hand waving around lazily.

Holding him closer to his body, Urahara shook his head. "Don't thank me, Ichigo. Today is a day of rest. Tomorrow, we begin to train."

"Well, then, thank you for today." Ichigo said, nuzzling the side of his neck. "Do you want to go take a ride later?"

Urahara nodded his head. "We can do that. I know that Juushiro has invited us to dinner tomorrow evening. Maybe we could stop into Seireitei this evening? I do need to speak with Yamamoto-san."

"About?" Ichigo asked, lifting his head. "Why do you need to talk to the old man?"

Kissing his cheek, Urahara shook his head. "I just want to make sure I get permission for what I have planned, Ichigo. That's all. Nothing else."

"I don't know, Kisuke...You always say that, but then something else seems to happen." Ichigo gently pulled out of him, both men grunting softly as he landed on the bed.

He kept his arms around the orange haired teen, pulling him back against his body. "There is nothing else, Ichigo," Urahara said. "Don't worry. I'm keeping you in the loop from now on."

"I appreciate it, Kisuke." Ichigo whispered, closing his eyes. "I don't want to not trust you."

Feeling his heart pang, Urahara kissed his cheek softly. "I know, Ichigo. I don't want that either."

Ichigo rested his head against Urahara's chest. "Good."

"Rest, now. We'll go riding in a little bit, okay?" Urahara said.

"Okay, pervert."

Chuckling softly, Urahara held his lover close. "You're lucky I love you, strawberry."

"Fuck you, old man." Ichigo said, laughing quietly.

"I'll show you who's an old man."

"Night, ojisan."

"Ichigo!"

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A/N: Up next, a visit to Seireitei! On a side note, I know that they are cracking down on M/MA material, so I've been in the process of uploading all of my stuff to a different site - yourfanfiction dot com. If my stories do disappear, they have a true MA rating over there (which this story definitely is), so feel free to come and find me there. In the meantime, I'll be cross-posting chapters to both sites. Thank you all for your continued support, be it with reviews, favoring and/or following this story. This journey is far from over. ^_^ Thanks for reading!