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Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 27548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: The Right Time
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Urahara/Ichigo
Part: 3/3
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AN: This right here is a freebie to the ever lovely cutsycat that I promised her. I hope you enjoy and review. *smiles*
Posting now because I’m going to be busy tomorrow.
By the by: The first person to tell me in a review just what Ichigo went through (everything) to tell Urahara his feelings will get a free drabble. Cutsy, sorry lovely. No joining this one. ;)
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As he placed the empty bowl of soup down, Ichigo wiped his mouth with a hum of pleasure, feeling warm and content. Urahara chuckled lowly and gently squeezed him around his waist as a pert nose buried itself into his neck. “You keep teasing me,” he huffed, wiggling and blushing at the feeling of the other man’s half hard length against his ass.
“And you keep wiggling much too often,” Urahara chuckled into one ear, nipping at it with a smirk. The full body shiver he got made him leer at his lover and shift him so that the lean body was in his arms, bridal style, and stood up. Ichigo squeaked and scowled at the other man, just getting a smirk. “Now I did say about taking you to bed after you ate.”
“You did indeed say that,” Ichigo chuckled, his eyes bright with the pleasure of actually being in Uraharas arms and enjoying the heat of his lust.
The blond carried his soon to be lover to his bedroom, already plotting on what he was going to do to the smaller man once he had him behind locked doors. Which was quickly done as he opened his bedroom door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a foot. Smirking once more, Urahara set his lover down on the bed, just leaning over the younger man as Ichigo tipped his head back.
“So what are you going to do now?” Ichigo purred, eyes locking with Urahara, smirking lightly.
“Well I plan on doing some very naughty things to you. I know you’ve had a lover before but my question is, who was that?” Urahara rumbled, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ichigo flushed as a long fingered hand worked its way up his inner thigh, making him shift. “I fooled around with Renji but he wasn’t you so…you know, we stopped,” he admitted as those fingers teased his groin through his pants.
“A mere child compared to me but I have no doubt that he had treated you very well,” Urahara mused, watching as Ichigo groaned and pressed his hips up into the hand that was teasing him. I think I have an idea on what I will be doing to you tonight,” he purred, eyes flaring with lust.
Ichigo wiggled under Urahara, his eyes wide as the bigger man stood up after stealing a quick kiss. Sitting up on his elbows, he watched as the other dug around in a drawer, pulling out a bag that looked as if there were a few times within it. Biting his bottom lip at the look of glee on his lover’s face, the younger man shivered in anticipation at what his lover was planning on doing next.
“Do you trust me?” Urahara’s tone was serious, his face just as serious as he removed his hat and set it down on his dresser. Ichigo stared at him with some surprise before he nodded his head. “Of course I do,” he replied just as serious. A smile quirked up on Urahara’s lips.
“Good, because I will be testing that trust today,” he hummed, smilling at his lover as he reached into the bag. As he walked over to the bed, Urahara pulled out a long piece of fabric, Ichigo eyeing it with some curiosity. “Close your eyes and lay back on the bed for me.”
Ichigo took a deep breath and did so, lifting his head when Urahara wrapped the cloth around his head and eyes. His death hitched when long fingers ran down his sides before grasping the hem of his shirt.
The dragged in breath followed by a possessive growl made him shiver as his shirt was dropped to the side. Ichigo’s skin prickled under the hot gaze that ran over his body before the hands were back and roaming up one arm, lifting it so that it rested over his head. A soft fabric wrapped around the wrist, holding his arm over his head and prompting him to test the slack, finding enough to move but not very far. His other arm was also tied to the headboard with the same cloth, Ichigo tilting his blindfolded head up to the arm.
“Are you comfortable?” Urahara asked, his eyes dark as he ran his eyes from the tip of Ichigo’s fingers down to the sprawled out legs.
“Yeah,” Ichigo hummed, feeling the heated look he was getting. Urahara chuckled and reached out to pull down the pants that the younger man was wearing. He would have left them stay but he wanted full access to the lean body before him.
Sitting on his knees, Urahara dropped the pants down to the side before drawing off his own green top along with the under top, both dropping to the side. His eyes ran down the bare body once more before he smirked and decided on where he was going to start. Leaning over, he nipped at the full lips that begged to be plundered and used.
Ichigo sighed as his lips parted under the slow assault of teeth and tongue, responding to the kiss and moaning lowly in pleasure. He could feel Urahara’s heat as he kneeled over him and made him drown in the kiss. He tugged on his restraints, wanting to wrap his arms around the other’s neck, before relaxing and rubbing a leg against Urahara’s.

Pulling away, Urahara chuckled at the whining growl that he got and slipped a hand down over Ichigo’s side. “Calm down, sweet love. I’m not going anywhere,” he soothed as he reached for the bag. Digging around, he found a toy of his own making that would simulate an ice cube without the wet mess of water. He pulled out another toy that would act as a fire, warming the skin and contrasting with the other toy.
He picked up the first toy, shaped like a square of ice on the main part while the part that he held was round at the top. He licked his lips and gently turned it on. The square cooled quickly as Urahara turned on the other toy, placing it aside on the bed to warm up. Smirking, he took the cold toy and placed it against Ichigo’s neck, getting a gasp and slowly drew a rounded corner down to his collarbone and pulling a shiver from the younger man.
“Do you like that?” Urahara purred as he slowly drew the toy down lower, leaving a trail of bumps behind. Ichigo’s moan of need was the perfect answer to him as he picked up the warm toy and trailed it over the skin that he had used the cold one over.
Ichigo writhed under the dual sensations, making sweet sounds for him. He continued to alternate between the two toys, playing them over the sprawled out body, dragging out more and more sounds from Ichigo. His length was hard, throbbing as it begged to be buried in tight heat, and it was only his years, centuries, of self control that stopped him from saying fuck it and taking his lover.
Urahara was bound and determined to make Ichigo completely addicted to him and him alone. And so far, he was doing just that.
Once he had worked down Ichigo’s body with the toys, the lean body limp and twitching in need, skin flushed and swollen lips parted as he panted heavily. “Are you okay still, Ichigo?” Urahara asked.
Ichigo swallowed as his cock dripped against his stomach. “Water?” he asked, voice rough. Urahara smirked and flipped the toys off, dropping them into the bag before reaching out to grab a bottle of water from a hidden hole in the floor. Sitting up again, he opened the water bottle and helped his lover to slowly drink some of it down.
“Better?” he asked as Ichigo once more laid back, coming down from the high plateu of pleasure that Urahara had sent him to.
“Yeah,” Ichigo husked, twitching at the sound of a lid popping open as one hand pressed one of his legs up to his chest.
“That’s good,” Urahara rumbled as his slick hand teased over Ichigo’s length, down over his balls and then ghosting over the entrance that he so badly wanted to buy himself into. Ichigo made a noise of need as the fingers alternated in light, teasing touches and firmer touches that promised a finger sliding into him.
Finally a finger slid into him as the muscles of his entrance gave, relaxing under the teasing touches, making Ichigo moan and press down into the finger. Urahara chuckled and stroked his hip in a soothing manner at the soft begging sounds that came from his lover. He worked his finger in and out, adding some more lube when he added a second finger into the relaxing body. Urahara growled as his lover arched up with a gasp before moaning deeply and rolling his hips down into the fingers.
“That’s it, just relax for me,” Urahara rumbled, stroking over the lean thigh that was resting around his hip. His fingers worked in and out slowly, opening the muscles, coaxing them to relax with each spread of them. A third finger was worked in slowly, the finger rocking in and out to make them relax even more. “You’re doing so beautifully. Look at how your body just swallows my fingers so easily, squeezing them so tight,” he growled.
Ichigo shuddered and twitched under the feeling of being stretched and the words that were spoken in his ear. They were so dirty but it made him hot, his prick jerking with each word that came from his lover and each stroke of the fingers in his body. Moaning as he rocked his hips up into the next stroke, he shivered as they slid out, leaving him feel empty, needy.
“Urahara,” he whined as the man slid off of the bed and pulled off his pants, freeing his own cock.
“Don’t worry, lover, I’m not leaving you,” he promised, slicking his cock with some of the lube as he came to rest between long legs once more. “I’m right here,” Urahara purred, pressing the tip of his cock to the stretched entrance, just resting there.
Ichigo hummed and rubbed his face against the bedding, trying to get the blindfold off of his face. “Wanna see you,” he breathed. Urahara smiled and removed the blindfold, placing it aside as Ichigo blinked a few times to adjust to having the ability to see once more.
“Ready for me?” Urahara asked, fingers once more dipping into the stretched entrance, getting a hitched breath and a frantic nod. Laughing lowly, he pressed forward, the head of his cock slipping in his Ichigo gasped and tightened. Urahara paused, hands holding one leg up and out, and onto a lean hip, as he waited for his lover to relax again under him.
His body relaxing under Urahara, Ichigo moaned once more as the cock slid deeper into him until his mate was in as far as he could go. Letting out a shuttering breath, he caught his lover’s eyes and bit his bottom lip, feeling the pain and burn of entry subside, and his body once more relax around the invader.
Urahara shifted, laying the leg that he had been holding to rest over his arm and planted his hand on the bed as he breathed out slowly so he wouldn’t fall over the edge to soon. Ichigo was hot and tight around his cock and the brown eyes that locked with him begged him to move, to take Ichigo so hard he wouldn’t be walking right until they were both satisfied.
Groaning, he pulled out slowly, his lover shuddering, before he slammed back in with a slap of skin on skin that was loud in their ears.
Urahara settled into a hard, fast pace, sometimes just rocking his hips in a slow movement that rubbed Ichigo’s sweet spot just right. The younger man writhed and rocked with each thrust, body tingling and sensitized from the pleasure that flared high under his skin. The two bodies slid together, sweat slicking their skin as they came together again and again with sounds of pleasure escaping from them.
Ichigo was the first to fall off of the razors edge of his climax, slicking their stomachs as Urahara followed after, growling as he spilled into his mate. As they came down, the blond rested his forehead down onto his mate’s shoulder, being held close by long limbs that were nearly limp.
“Are you still alright?” Urahara asked as he gently detangled himself from Ichigo sliding out much to both of their displeasure. Ichigo hummed and nodded his head as he lazily smiled up at the other man, eyes hazy.
Urahara chuckled and stood, moving to clean the both of them up with a washcloth and untie Ichigo. Once they had finished off the bottle of water, he tucked his still limp lover into his body as Ichigo started to fall asleep, curled up against him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ichi-love,” Urahara hummed into some hair and getting something that may have a returned sentiment.
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