Say what you wanted about Captain Kyoraku, but the man knew how to throw a party. The lower floor of his manor was filled with drunken shinigami laughing heartily, the clinking of porcelain at yet another loudly proclaimed "cheers" and off key singing to the music battling to be heard over the ruckus. Alcohol and smoke blanketed the warm atmosphere, open patio doors inviting a cool, spring breeze into the room.
The boisterous yells of testosterone filled youth play fighting on the patio had your full attention. You watched amused as Renji and Ikkaku wrestled playfully, throwing around their weight to pin the other. Teasing insults flew about easily, hoping to catch the other off guard. You joined in the encouraging calls, standing next to Yumichika who had the familiar glint in his eye that only a member of the eleventh division had when witnessing a fight.
Renji got the upper hand, throwing all his weight forward he managed to pin Ikkaku on the ground, holding him down on his shoulders as Yumichika counted them down
"3..2..1! We have a winner!"
Renji jumped up, arms in the air celebrating his win boisterously. After a dramatic bow to the cheers from onlookers he offed Ikkaku a hand to his feet, accepting the promise of a rematch later with a manly thump to the shoulder
"who's next?" Renji asked the crowd, eyes falling on you with a big grin "YN? How about it? Fancy a wrestle?" He added a lecherous eyebrow wriggle much to the enjoyment of the gathering men. Your cheeks stained pink at the inebriated jeering pulled forth from the double meaning. You roll your eyes at the snicker Yumichika gave you, elbowing your side gently.
"hard pass" you say with a determined straight face, earning another rupture of laugher and good natured shoving between the men. Taking the moment to escape, you slip back into the heart of the party with a grin on your face. Dry scratch in the back of your throat prompted you to cross the busy room, in search of a drink in the kitchen.
After being swept up in a three way hug with a drunken Hisagi and Kira, the cause of the painfully awful singing you had heard from outside and side stepping a playful swot to your ass, courtesy of Captain Kyoraku as you walked passed him trying to encourage Ukitake to let loose and drink, you finally made it into the kitchen.
It was just as full and loud as the other room, a gaggle of girls giggled loudly as they sampled the snacks laid out. You spotted Matsumoto leaning heavily on a straining Momo, attempting to keep her alcohol loving friend upright. You chuckled at the sight, tipping the bottle of beer you snagged from the counter in her direction in greeting before slipping out into the hall, closing the door behind you.
You enjoyed a party as much as the next person, but you needed a moment of quiet amongst the madness. Sitting down heavily on the wooden staircase, you opened your drink and drank enthusiastically. With a sigh you leaned back onto the staircase, elbows propping you up on the step behind you. You listened to the muffled noise of the party, taking a moment to relax in the calm. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back, tapping your foot to the beat of the music.
"Hiding, are we?"
The unexpected voice startled you, you jerked forward almost comically, beer sloshing out the top of the bottle to wet your hand. Your hand rested over your suddenly rapidly beating heart, eyes falling on the source of your fright. Kisuke Urahara stood at the foot of the stairs, fanning himself with that ridiculous fan he always had on him. Though the fan covered the lower half of his face, you knew he was grinning proudly by the crinkle in his mischievous eyes.
"Don't do that!" You scolded him sternly, wiping your beer soaked hand on your clothes. Sneaky bastard was quiet, you'd give him that. All the years working in the second division had made him almost impossible to detect unless he allowed you to do so. While it was an excellent trait to have when on duty as a Shinigami, it was unbecoming of the captain to use his light feet to scare unassuming parties, especially when involved wasting the alcohol you were enjoying "You scared me half to death"
The glint in his eyes only magnified at your less than pleased expression. He wafted his fan gently, the unruly tuft of blond hair that sat atop his nose fluttered in the breeze created
"sorry, sorry" The musical lilt of his voice sounded playfully behind his fan as he placated you with a lofty hand movement "I was merely curious as to why you were hiding out here alone"
"you enjoy creeping about and you know it" you scoff at the mock innocence he tried to portray, you knew him too well. He snapped his fan shut against his hand, sneaking it into the inside of his Black Kosode. The wrap of the kosode was loose, showing off the hardened, pale chest below. Not quite as lavishly open as Kyoraku tended to wear, though toeing the line of decency tantalisingly.
"you're avoiding the question" he teased, the clacking of his geta on the marble floor accompanied his walk over to you. He sat down next to you on the step, large frame invading your personal space. He reached out and stole the beer from your hand, raising it to his lips to greedily drink down. You watched transfixed at the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow. From this angle, you could see how sharp his jaw was, defined..manly.
"there's a kitchen full of drinks in the kitchen you know. You didn't have to come all the way out here to steal mine" You told him with the perfect deadpan look. The boyish grin you had in return was worth the lack of drink currently in your hand. That was one of the things you enjoyed most about these parties. Seeing the Captains and Lieutenants relax and have fun, act like normal people for a change. It was refreshing to see Urahara out of the lab, socialising with the living, and not locking himself away to work on what ever new invention his brilliant mind had cooked up.
"maa, beer is supposed to be shared between friends" he handed you back the bottle, holding onto it teasingly when you tried to take it back. You raised an amused eyebrow at him, lips curved prettily in a smile. Your fingers brushed together against the cool chill of the glass as you had your little tug of war, the liquid splashing about threatening to spill
"we're friends?" You ask him once he released the bottle back into your possession, so suddenly that a few drops managed to escape, slowly sliding down the glass. Absentmindedly, you licked up the length of the bottle, chasing away the sticky trail. You got on well enough with him, chatted a few times during these parties, said hello when passed in the street. Not exactly on friendship terms though. You take a long pull of the tangy beer, missing the hungry look flashing in his eyes at the erotic way you cleaned the bottle
. "I think so" The small smile on his face didn't falter as he watched your tongue dip out to catch the moisture left on your lips "so tell me, friend, why are you out here alone?"
"I'm not alone" you lean into his space to nudge his shoulder with your own playfully "Im drinking with my buddy"
You chuckled at the way he cocked his head to the side, giving you a look that clearly said he was going to keep asking until he had an answer that satisfied his curious mind. "I just needed a moment to relax. I'm afraid I'm not as blissfully drunk as the others" not for lack of trying, as you took another drink before willing handing the bottle over to share.
Urahara took the bottle gratefully, lifting it to his lips he muttered out before drinking "that's not nearly as entertaining as what I was hoping you were up to "
"what did you think I was doing?" You asked perplexed. He shrugged, finishing the bottle he laid it on the step next to him. He stood up unexpectedly, turning to face you with a devilish grin, holding out a large calloused hand
"come explore with me"
"explore? where?" You slipped your hand into the one offered. Warm fingers encased your hand, pulling you from the steps quicker than you had anticipated, causing you to stumble into his deceivingly solid frame with a huff. His devious grin only widened as you straightened yourself away from his chest, dusting of pink colouring your cheeks
"upstairs. I bet Kyoraku has some good alcohol hidden away up there"
"we shouldn't" you weakly protest as he sneaked an arm around your waist, sitting a little too low to be considered friendly. "I don't want to be reprimanded for sneaking into a Captains bedroom uninvited "
"we can't get into trouble if we don't get caught" he whispered into your ear, hot breath tickled at the hairs covering it, making you shudder slightly. You were painfully aware at how close his hand was in proximity to your ass as he urged your forward, ghosting it across your body as he removed it. "It'll be fun"
You watched as he began the climb up the stairs, soft clicks of his shoes steadily climbing higher. Your mind quickly raced through all the possibilities of what could go wrong before sigh defeated. You never could resist satisfying a curiosity, "Wait up" you call after him, hurrying up the stairs to catch up.
After discovering a bathroom and what seemed to be an unused office, Urahara lead you into a third room which could only be the master bedroom. Urahara let out a small whistle at the sight, a large bed dominated the room, deep blue bed sheets pulled neatly over the mattress. An array of matching pillows scattered across the headboard, plump and with a silky sheen. A small sofa and coffee table nestled against the wall behind the bedroom door had a small drinks cabinet next to it.
The room had two large windows letting in the soft glow from the moon, two doors sat on either ends of the room. Urahara made his way to investigate the contents of the drink's cabinet, crouching down to the balls of his feet. You crossed the room to the bed, running your fingers over the silky sheets. They were as soft as they looked, allowing your fingertips to glide effortlessly over them. You heard the clink of bottles bumping together followed by a satisfying pop of a cork over the hum of the party below.
"I knew it" Urahara said, pulling your focus from the bed. He stood with a bottle of sake in hand, holding it up to the moonlight to read the label. "Kyoraku always has good sake" You watched as he drank straight from the bottle before handing it over to you
You accept the offering, shaking your head with a smile "we're going to get in so much trouble"
The grin he gave you was wide and playful as he sank down onto the bed, bouncing lightly to test the comfort. The bed protested in the form of creeky springs "what Kyoraku doesn't know, can't hurt us" the dramatic wink he gave made you grin in return
Not finding any fault in that logic, you surrendered to the situation you were in. You sat down on the bed next to Urahara before indulging in the sake. The tart, fruity liquid tantalised your taste buds, the burn of the alcohol warming up your throat. You felt the warmth associated with alcohol surge through your body, relaxing your tense muscles.
You handed over the drink, Uraharas fingers brushed over your own. Rough with burns and callouses , the texture sent a shock of arousal through you. You felt the warmth radiated off him in waves, burning through your clothes where your thighs brushed, arms grazed. Urahara watched your face intently, eyes taking in every curve and line of your face as he brought the bottle to his lips. Neck of the bottle pillowed against his full bottom lip, head tilted back, his messy blond hair caught in the moonlight practically glowed.
You watched transfixed as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, slightly parted with suddenly loud breathing. The smell of the fruity sake on his breath was inviting, melting harmoniously with his own natural musk. The slight undertone of latex and the tang of chemicals enriched the aroma surrounding him. Urahara laid a heavy hand onto the bed behind you, leaning his weight to dip towards you. Your breath caught in your throat at the way his steely grey eyes fixated on you. The way they searched intently into the depths of your own. They drop down to your lips slowly, inching forward as if to appreciate them fully.
The weight of his gaze and the warmth of his proximity had you leaning closer. The hazy cover of alcohol dimmed the sensible thoughts you should've been having. The air thickened around you, pushing you closer together in an unbreakable pull. Half laden eyes watched you carefully, looking for the sign to back away or the invitation to lean in closer. Your tongue nervously darted out, separating your lips, inviting him closer.
Urahara placed the sake inbetween his strong thighs, opening up a palm to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, before leaning in to close the gap. Your breath mingled hotly between you, eyes fluttering closed at the promise of soft lips moulding to your own. Fingers gripped into the back of your neck, angling your face perfectly.
A shrill squeal broke through the erotic atmosphere between you. A breath away from making contact, you jumped away from eachother startled. A girly giggle and the thundering of heavy steps on the staircase filtering through the open bedroom door had you jumping from the bed. Wide eyed you grabbed Uraharas arm, shaking it nervously "We're going to get caught, genius" you whisper loudly to him, a deep chuckle increasingly getting closer the the bedroom you were hiding in.
Uraharas head whipped side to side, deciding on the best corse of action he grabbed hold of your wrist, thrusting the sake into your hand and dragging you willingly across the bedroom. He opened the door you had noticed to the left of the room, hurrying in and tugging you sharply into his chest. He closed the door quietly slipping you both into darkness. You detangled yourself from Urahara pushing you into his smooth chest, your back lightly hit the door behind you. You held your breath at the noise, waiting for whomever had come upstairs to discover you. The main bedroom door slamming shut made you jump, your hands automatically gripped onto Uraharas top, fisting the open neckline.
You heard the deep, sultry undertone of Kyorakus muffled voice in the next room, a feminine reply cut short by a thump of bodies hitting a wall. Your head shoots up to stare into Uraharas shaded face, absolutely mortified. The devious grin you found on his face had you thumping him on the chest "what are we going to do now, genius?" You whisper harshly at him.
You felt the silent snicker he gave by the shuddering of his chest. Eyes adjusting to the change in lighting, you discovered he had pulled you into a closet, a small closet. Clothes hung high on one wall, draws nestled neatly below the hems of the hanging garments. The other wall, thankfully clear, giving you enough room to not be nestled in Kyorakus clothes. The small wall opposite the door held a small circular window, mercifully bathing the room in moonlight, cutting through the darkness
"the window" you nodded behind Urahara, urging him gently with your fingers. Urahara made a tight spin, taking two steps to cross the distance and examine the window. You laid the sake down on one of the cabinets tops, watching as His hands circled the frame gently, before turning back to you, head already shaking.
"no good, it doesn't open" you could hear the amusement in his whispered voice, clearly not as effected by the embarrassing situation as you were. The familiar creek of the bed springs sounded out, followed by a desperate moan. Your hands flew to your mouth to catch the gasp you almost let escape.
"oh my god" you whisper, all too familiar with what those signs mean. Your slender fingers covered your face, heat rushing through your body as you listened to the sounds of Captain Kyoraku engaging in the beginnings of sex with his next willing partner. How did you always let yourself get into these situations? You had only wanted a moments silence, now you were trapped with the man you had nearly kissed in the closet of another man, evidently doing more than just kissing if you were to judge the situation by the next obnoxiously loud moan.
Sliding your hands down your face you let them fall heavily back to your side. Heat rushed through your body, reacting to the live porn going on in the room the other side of the door. The feminine breathy moans had your thighs squeezing together, needy throb from between your legs, jealous that you weren't the one to feel such pleasure. Your skin tingled at the yearning to feel strong hands bring you to the brink of pleasure.
So focused on the room beyond the closet you failed to notice the change in the atmosphere until it hit you overwhelmingly, stealing your breath away. Urahara stood in closer proximity than you realised, taller frame blocking half of the moons warming glow. You could hear his deep slow breathing, feel his body vibrate with tension. You looked up into his face cast in shadow, moon glowing around his wide silhouette.
You saw his hand twitching beside him, itching to reach out and grab you. The woman calling out Shunsuis name had you both slamming together in a feverish kiss. Urahara used his superior strength to push you back into the wall, pinning you with his lips. His hands found purchase at the curve of your hips, pushing himself into you. His soft, demanding lips parted your own, his tongue hungrily caressing your own as he dominated your mouth.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you desperately. Your fingers scratched the back of his head, threading through his hair to grip it tightly. You could tell the sounds from the adjoining room had excited him as much as it did you by the hardened length pressed against your hip. You moan into the kiss, Urahara swallowing it greedily, grinding himself into you.
Your hands traveled down from his neck, over the hardened planes of his chest and into his kosode. Your fingers memorised the smooth muscles, soaked in the heat from his defined abs. Your lips separated, panting hotly between you. Your hands greedily pushed away his kosode, searching for more bare skin. Urahara made quick work of your sash, undoing the knot securing it you your body and dropping it to the floor. You are breasts hit the air, nipples hardening rapidly.
Pushing off your top, Urahara ducked his head to capture a dusty pink nipple into his mouth and sucked enthusiastically. Your back arched off the cool wall, thrusting your breast into his willing mouth. Urahara helped you remove his top before bringing his hand up to your neglected globe, squeezing it approvingly in his rough hand. Your head fell back to knock into the wall, panting deeply as the spikes of pleasure rushed through you, dampening your panties.
Rolling your nipple between his fingers, Urahara left your breast, flicking his tongue against your hardened bud before rising. His breath ghosted over your face, hand caressing over your exposed side to tease a finger along the waist band of your bottoms. "Can you be quiet?" You felt him whisper against your lips. At your breathless nod he closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours in a breath stealing kiss.
The shout pulled from a powerful orgasm in the bedroom covered the sound of Uraharas knees hitting the floor. Skilled fingers pulled down your soaked panties along with your bottoms, pulling them from your ankles with your cooperation. Your thighs trembled as you felt large hands smooth their way up your legs, a trail of heat rushing up to your core. Kisses teased the supple flesh of your inner thigh, hands nudging your legs further apart. A sharp nip the the skin made you gasp, his wet tongue soothing the area had your head swimming in arousal.
The springs whining beyond the door distracted you momentarily, reminding you of the situation you were in. A stubbled chin scratching the sensitive mound between your legs had your head snapping back down. Urahara grinned at you wolfishly before surging forward, burying his face between your legs for a lavish kiss with your clit. Your hands reached out to grab fistfuls of messy blond hair, helping keeping you up right as your legs trembled beneath you. Darkened with lust eyes bore into your own, commanding you to keep eye contact as his devilishly skilled tongue twirled around your most sensitive area. The scruff on his jaw brought new sensations to your supple flesh, adding to the stimulation.
There wasn't a more sinful sight than that of Kisuke Urahara hungrily devouring your core while maintaining eye contact, of that you were certain. A quiet whimper escaped your lips, pleasure rippling through you. Tightening your hold on his hair, Urahara groaned into your pussy, the gravely tone sending vibrations to your swollen clit. Your top teeth snagged your bottom lip, biting down to quiet the desperate moan threatening to make itself known.
Uraharas hand snaked it's way around your thigh, lifting it easily to drape over a broad shoulder. Inching forward into the new space, he pushed two fingers through your dampened folds, teasing your hot silky inner walls. Your hips bucked forward, chasing the feeling of being penetrated. The deep sultry tones of Kyoraku sounded through the quiet, adding to the lustful haze you were lost in. The rhythmic tapping of a headboard hitting the wall set a steady rythem for the nimble fingers fucking into you.
Lip threatening to break and bleed, you opted to raise your hand, biting down on the fleshy part of your thumb. "Urahara" you mumbled around your flesh, praising the steady rhythm building you up to a euphoric orgasm. You hips grounded down onto his thrusting fingers, fucking your self on his digits. Talented tongue swirling around your clit, pressing into it firmly before wrapping his lips securely and sucking deeply. Fingers brushed against the spongy pleasure spot inside you, along with the powerful suction had you coming apart.
The hand twisted up in the mop of hair tightened, pushing him away wetly from your over stimulated bud as you tumbled blindly into an orgasm. Your legs shook with the pleasure, as your head dropped back in a silent moan. Your release coated his busy fingers, riding you through your orgasm. The wetness reached your thighs, cooling rapidly against your skin.
Darkness around the edges of your vision faded as his fingers slipped from your clenching pussy, greedily trying to pull them back in. Breathing hard you looked down at the erotic sight. Urahara knelt at your feet, head pushed back by your own fingers in his hair. He looked up at you with a carnal desire, eyes locked onto yours in a predatory stare.
Grip softening in his locks, your hand slid down to his jaw, the scratch of his scruff prickled against your palm. Dampened with your arousal, Uraharas tongue dragged across his lips, savouring your taste, not willing to loose a drop. Gracefully he rose, caging you between the wall and his sculptured body. Defined chest pressed against your soft breasts, nipples rubbing against the taunt skin. Breath painted with the smell of your arousal invaded your space, wet lips allowing you to taste yourself in a languid kiss.
"call me Kisuke" he breathed into your neck, leaving feathering kisses at the juncture where it met your shoulder. Your eyes slip closed at the lingering kisses he left, breathing out his name in a prayer. The sound of his breathy name falling from your lips had him rolling his hips, reminding you of his neglected cock held prisoner behind his clothes. Fingers roamed over his impressive abs, dipping into the contours of his muscles. Following down the trail of hair you hooked your fingers into his waist band, tugging them down eagerly.
Kisuke assisted in pushing the garments away, eagerly allowing his straining cock to spring free. Your hand wrapped around the smooth length, thumb circling the leaking, bulbous head to spread the ejaculate seeping out. You felt the shuddering breath against your neck as he thrust into your hand, chasing the exquisite squeeze around his member. "Kisuke" you moan wantonly over his head, rolling your fist up his arousal.
Urahara straightened, two firm hands wrapped around your legs and threw you up the wall effortlessly to meet his desperate look. You guided his length to your core, wetting the head through your dampened folds. Urging him in, Kisuke thrusted forward, sliding through your clenching walls to the hilt. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers returning to his messed up hair.
Kisuke subconsciously began thrusting into you in time with the slamming headboard in the room beyond. The drag of his thick cock stretching your inner walls almost painfully. The angle had him hitting your sweet spot with feverish accuracy. Strong hands cupped your ass, kneading the juicy globes appreciatively. Head buried in your neck, he nibbled at your skin, soothing the nips with a strong swipe of his tongue. You moan into his ear, pleasure rippling through your body.
Uraharas hand flew up to cup over your mouth, muffling the cry your lustful mind couldn't stifle. "Fuck, I wish this room was soundproof" he growled into your ear, powerful hips snapping into you eliciting a high keen smothered by his palm "I bet I can make you scream louder than that lovey lass in there"
You panted harshly behind the hand, trying to suck in a lungful of air. Your mind was swimming dizzily, lost in the pleasure given to you. Your fingers dug into Kisukes shoulders, nails marking his skin with Cresent shape indents. His thrusting increased with the rapid banging next door, plowing through you as the woman screamed out in toe curling pleasure. The gruff manly grunts that followed added to your arousal, locking eyes with Urahara pleadingly as the headboard ceased its racket, springs no longer whining.
"stay quiet" Urahara whispered, removing his hand at your nod to resume its place on your ass. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder to muffle any sounds that could escape. Using the leverage Kisuke had on your ass, he pulled you down onto every thrust, making you feel every rigid inch he pushed into your soaking pussy.
You were in ecstasy. Your body buzzed and vibrated with unmeasurable pleasure. Desire oozed from you at every thick drag his cock had in your tight walls. Everything around you was Kisuke. His handsome face, contorted in pure pleasure stared at you intently, obscuring everything else in the room. His hard, powerful body pressed against your own, everywhere he touched hot and pleasurable, overwhelming your senses. The air in the closet was thick and warm, the subtle smell of your sex melting together, musky and heady. The sounds of sweat slicked skin slapping together, desperate breathy moans and the embarrassingly wet noises coming from your joining bodies.
The introduction of his thumb pressing firmly into your clit had you spiralling. Quick short movements against the over sensitive bud had you slamming your eyes shut, a bright light exploding behind them. You could feel your impending orgasm race towards you, feeling the tension about to snap you bit down into his shoulder, muffling the cry you gave. Unrelenting hips slammed you into the wall repeatedly, Kisuke chasing after his own orgasmic bliss as you clamped down tightly. Spasming walls and the sudden gush of liquid surged him on. Orgasm fading away, you released the hold you had on his shoulder; visible wet teeth marks left of the otherwise unblemished skin.
Your body sagged in his grip, endorphins giving your a boneless feel as all your muscles relaxed. With half hooded eyes you raised your head, body jerking along with his erratic thrusts. Kisukes dark grey eyes held your own, panting with the force he used to bring himself to the edge. Nudging your nose with his own, you tilted your chin up to accept his desperate kiss. His tongue coated your own lazily, a stark contrast to the way he plowed his dick into you erratically.
Desperate thrusts turned sloppy, loosing all sense of rhythm as he came deep inside you. He groaned into your mouth and your swallowed it gladly. The fingers he had on your ass pinched in bruisingly, holding you flush against his twitching member as he exploded his hot seed deep within you. Urahara gently laid his sweaty forehead on your own, heating up the space between you as his breathing fought to return to normal. The hair messily falling over his nose tickled your own, you brushed it back only to watch amused as it immediately fell back into place over his nose. Hiss fingers eased up from the grip he had on your ass as he came down from his high. soothing the area with the palm of his hands.
Cock softening inside you, your legs went limp around his waist, struggling to hold yourself up. Urahara pulled himself free from your depths, wincing at how sensitive he was. Carefully he helped you to lower your legs, assuring you could hold your weight before loosening his grip. His hands rubbed up to your hips, rubbing his thumb over the silky skin. He kissed you sweetly, lips lingering on your own as you enjoyed the post orgasmic glow.
Both fully dressed you had kissed lightly in the quiet darkness. Gentle fingers caressed your cheek, whispering sweet words of your sudden frenzied love making. When loud snores vibrated through the room, you broke the silence with a whisper "you think it's safe to sneak out?" Urahara rested a finger onto his lips, warning you to remand quiet. Silently he moved to the closet door, opening it a fraction to peer out into the room. He beckoned your forward with a curl of his fingers. Picking up your shoes, not trusting yourself to be as quiet as Urahara when wearing them, you sneaked your way over.
His fingers intertwined with your own, holding your hand securely as he pushed the door open enough for you both to slip out. With held breath you slowly crossed the room. You couldn't resist darting your eyes to to bed in the centre of the room. Kyoraku lay on his back snoring loudly, wide hairy chest exposed to the room. One strong leg laid kicked out from the sheet, thankfully still covering his modesty. Dark brown hair covered the face of the woman nestled into his side, making it impossible for you to identify her.
Urahara squeezing your hand had your eyes snapping back to his. His eyebrows were raised comically at your staring, teasing smirk on his kissed swollen lips. You sent him a toothy grin at begging caught staring. With a playful shake of his head, Urahara urged you to cross the room, avoiding the messily thrown clothes that littered the floor.
One in the hall, Urahara closed the door behind you with a soft click. You both released a deep breath, tension finally broken now that you hadn't been caught in a compromising position . Urahara picked up his speed, dragging you along behind him as he hurried to the stairs. Practically running down the wooden staircase you began giggling. Adrenaline surged through your veins as Kisuke threw open the front door the the manor, running through the gardens with your laugh chasing behind him. He turned to see you running behind him, wide mischievous grin back on his handsome face. The very same grin that had gotten you trapped in that closet in the first place.