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Title: He’s an Idiot
Part: 5
Arc: 2
Pairing: Jyuu/Ichigo
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AN: Ahh, another chapter, another bit of happy. Enjoy you guys. ;)
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And I can understand that whole forgetting a story thing. So no worries. :D
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The smile that was on Jyuushiro’s lips sent delight skipping up and down Ichigo’s back, making his eyes widen as he swallowed heavily. Biting his bottom lip, he looked down at his clothes, sliding the drawer shut as Jyuushiro closed the door behind him. Ichigo once more looked up from the dresser and his breath hitched slightly at the dark eyes that seemed to almost devour him, making him shift on his feet in anticipation.
Somehow he had known that Jyuushiro would have figured out just who he was crushing on, but he hadn’t thought that it would have been so quick. Closing his empty suitcase, he turned around to lean against the dresser, hands next to him as he waited for Jyuushiro to make his move, brown eyes trailing over the other man’s body. He swallowed as the white taichos haori slid off of the other’s shoulders, coming to lie on a chair as the man continued to smirk at him.
“Jyuushiro-san?” he asked again, shifting in place as his blood started to heat and rush to his groin, making his length start to harden in his pants. Jyuushiro started to walk over to him, feet quiet on the floor, making no sound.
“Ichigo-kun, you should have just told us that you were so interested in us. We would have loved to bring you into our relationship long ago,” Jyuushiro husked as he came to stand before Ichigo, head tilted down to look at the younger man. Ichigo looked down once more, finding his shoes much more interesting as he flushed brightly. “We do enjoy your company and care deeply for you. I believe that Urahara loves you but he has had much more time to get to know you,” he said, one hand cupping his chin and making him look up. “And I have no doubt at all that I will come to love you too.”
“Jyuushiro-san…” Ichigo breathed, his eyes wide as he stared up at the caring face. “I…”
“That’s it, Ichigo, say my name, but please drop the san,” Jyuushiro stated, getting a beautiful smile from Ichigo.
“Jyuushiro, are you gonna kiss me now?” Ichigo asked, becoming confident in the face that the other man did really care about him. Jyuushiro chuckled and leant down to slide their lips together, barely touching before pressing down a bit more firmly. Ichigo sighed and let his mouth open under the questing tongue, shyly responding to the muscle that slowly slid over his teeth and the roof of his mouth, just tasting and coaxing him into rubbing his tongue against the invading one. He moaned again, pressing closer to the other, eyes closed and breathing speeding up as he trembled.
He had never once felt such need and heat rushing through his veins, making his skin flush with a red color as his hands clenched at Jyuushiro’s shoulders, falling into the kiss. He barely noticed when long fingered hands slipped under his shirt and rubbed at his skin, adding to his pleasure. Ichigo moaned, running his hands down over strong shoulders before running up the well defined chest, feeling it under the man’s top.
“Ichigo,” Jyuushiro moaned as he pulled up from the kiss, opening his eyes to stare at flushed and blessed out face of his lover. Ichigo slowly opened his eyes as he licked his lips, which were swollen and flushed from his passion. The young man lowered his eyes before looking up back through his lashes. “My, aren’t you a beautiful sight,” the silver haired man purred, stroking a hand up the long neck and back to cup Ichigo’s head, drawing it back.
“No I’m not,” Ichigo denied, blushing even more at the soft look that came from the older man.
“Yes, you are,” Jyuushiro cooed, brushing his nose against the others temple before brushing his lips down over his cheeks and then over his lips. “Everything you do is beautiful and perfect; everything you do sends heat through my blood and makes me want you oh so much. Every spar and battle, your movements are like poetry. Do you have any idea how hard it is to fight while watching you fight and protect?”
“No,” Ichigo breathed. Swallowing as he shook his head, his eyes fluttered as the long fingered hands on his back moved to slide over his ribs, thumbs sliding over his nipples and making him moan.
“Yes, indeed so beautiful,” Jyuushiro chuckled, his eyes greedy as he watched the pleasure flash over the expressive face. He groaned when Ichigo arched up into his hand when he palmed the others pec, teasing his nipple into a tight bud. He smirked at the soft moans that came from the younger man and the way he responded to his touches, hands clenching at his haori.
“Jyuushiro,” Ichigo moaned, feeling his legs being nudged open by one of Jyuushiro’s legs and lifted one of his own to drape over his hips. He moaned as the lean hips rubbed against his own, hard prick rubbing against hard prick. “Oh my,” he panted, eyes squeezing shut as he shivered under the assault of pleasure, thick and heavy. He didn’t know if he was coming or going, feeling his groin tighten as his cock leaked heavily in his pants. “I’m…I’m… Jyuushiro,” he whined when Jyuushiro rocked and rolled their hips together as his lips and teeth teased Ichigo’s neck.
“If you need to cum, sweet Ichi, than come,” Jyuushiro purred, pulling back to watch as Ichigo arched and twitched, eyes wide. He moaned as the younger man screamed, his reitsu fluttering and wrapping around them, feeling him mewl and twitch as a wet spot spread slightly. The other’s body went limp, the red head coming to rest on his shoulder as he easily held the relaxed body up. “Beautiful, amazingly so.”
Ichigo lifted his head and looked up at the taller man with hazy eyes as the fact that he was sticky and needing a shower worked through the pleasured haze.
“I’m sticky,” he slurred, blinking when Jyuushiro just chuckled and reached down to unbutton his pants, long fingers playing with the hair around the base of his cock before pulling his shirt up and off.
“Not yet you don’t. But you will once I’m done with you, you will,” the silver haired man chuckled, reaching down and hauling Ichigo up into his arms, making him wrap his legs around his waist. Pulling away from the desk, Jyuushiro walked over to the bed and laid his lover back onto it, covering him with his own body.
Ichigo hummed at the feeling of another pressing him back, resting between his legs as the man chuckled softly as his hands tugged at the haori. “You’re still mostly dressed,” Ichigo pouted as he once more tugged at the others top, trying to get it off. “That’s not fair.”
Jyuushiro chuckled as he sat up onto his knees, Ichigo’s legs unwrapping from around his waist. “You’re right, it’s not,” he hummed as he pulled off the top, tossing it to the floor. Ichigo smiled as he sat up on one elbow, reaching out to tug at Jyuushiro’s belt, getting it loose and off, tossing it aside so that his lover’s hakama fell down enough for the other’s long cock to pop out of the top.
Ichigo blinked at the part that he could see and promptly blushed. “You’re…” he squeaked, eyes wide. Jyuushiro leant forward onto one hand and cupped Ichigo’s cheek with the other hand.
“Yes, I’m a bit over average but I’ll make sure that you are well prepared,” he promised. Ichigo smiled sweetly and reached up to draw him down into a soft kiss, his length starting to twitch and harden once more in his pants. As he pulled away, Jyuushiro chuckled and started to tug his lover’s jeans and boxer shorts down, tossing them over his shoulder before running his eyes over the body on display before him.
Ichigo was, as his clothes often suggested, lean; well defined muscles moved with an ease only a fighter ever found. His limbs were long, strong and beckoned him to tie them down so he could tease his way down to the half hard cock that was surrounded by neatly trimmed hair that was a shade darker then the hair on Ichigo’s head. His body was smooth, free of hair everywhere beyond his head and groin. “Beautiful,” he rumbled, trailing his fingers down the lean chest.
Ichigo sighed as he laid back and arched up into the touch, eyes half lidded as he watched his lover with anticipation. Jyuushiro smiled and decided to indulge in the need to taste his lover’s skin, leaning forward to lay an open kiss down onto the sweet skin.
The younger man shifted and moaned as his hands buried themselves into long, silver hair, hands curling and uncurling with each kiss, lick and nip to his skin. Jyuushiro made sure that he left marks wherever he got a positive response; along Ichigo’s ribs, down by his hips, one on his inner thigh, one near his left ankle.
Each mark made him purr with possessiveness, knowing that no matter what, Ichigo would always know just who had claimed him. Jyuushiro looked up the length of his lover’s body and purred happily at the gasping mouth, brown eyes wide and dazed as long fingered hands clung to the bedding under him.
Chuckling, he worked his way back up the sweet body, tasting every inch again.
“Jyuushiro, you tease,” Ichigo moaned, reaching down to drag his lover into a needy kiss as Jyuushiro pulled his own pants off. “Need you,” he growled as they pulled apart again, panting slightly.
“I know and you’ll get me very soon,” Jyuushiro promised, stroking Ichigo’s cheek with one thumb, the younger man turning his head to kiss it. “But first, I have to do a few things,” he chuckled, shifting them so Ichigo’s head was up near the headboard. Smirking down at Ichigo, he flipped him over onto his hands and knees, getting a yelp of surprise from the younger man. “Don’t worry, sweet guardian, I know what I’m doing.”
Running his hands down Ichigo’s back, he draped himself over the lean body once more and started to kiss his way down his lover’s back, leaving more marks and getting him to writhe under him once more. His hands smoothed down heaving sides and down to grip rocking hips, probably leaving behind bruises. The moan that he got that just added to his own lust and need.
Nipping at the tailbone of his lover’s spine, Jyuushiro lapped at the spot, getting a sound of surprised pleasure. Smirking, he continued to tease the spot, drawing out moans and gasps from Ichigo as the lean body rubbed against the bedding. Licking his lips, eyes glowing in delight and anticipation, he pulled back and spread the cheeks before him, exposing the twitching entrance to his gaze. He noted that it was a lovely dusky rose color making him drool at the thought of tasting it.
Doing just that, Jyuushiro leant forward and teased his tongue around the ring, feeling it flutter and twitch. Ichigo let out a sound of pleasure and surprise, trying to turn his head enough to see what the older man was going to do before moaning and letting his head drop down onto the bed again when Jyuushiro’s tongue stabbed into him and lapped at his walls. Shuddering, he let out soft moans with each stab of the slick tongue into his body, coaxing his entrance to relax and open for more.
The silver haired man removed a hand from one of Ichigo’s hips and reached out to his hakama, glad that he had taken Urahara’s advice and shoved a small bottle of lube into a small inside pocket. Finding the lube, he popped open the small bottle and slicked his fingers as he continued to tease the ring of muscles into letting his tongue deeper into the tight heat. As he pulled out his tongue, he slipped his finger into the tight body.
Ichigo shivered as the finger slipped into his body, his entrance tightening around the finger. It burned just ever so slightly but yet, feeling the finger deep in him drew out a sound of pleasure. He wiggled lightly as he adjusted to the feeling of having something in him. Jyuushiro chuckled lowly as he nipped at one cheek before placing a kiss onto it as he pulled his finger out before pressing it forward again. The younger man made a soft sound and rocked back into the finger.
“You’re doing so wonderful, Ichigo,” Jyuushiro cooed, rubbing his finger over his lover’s sweet spot, getting a choked moan and a hard shove back into it.
“Jyuushiro,” Ichigo cried out as a second finger slipped into him and both fingers stroked over the gland. He jerked and shuddered hard, his cock twitching and leaking against the bedding.
“Ah, such a beautiful sound,” Jyuushiro purred, nipping at one of Ichigo’s hip bones where a bruise was already rising from his grip earlier. “Almost ready,” he promised, working the fingers in and out of Ichigo’s body. He could feel the muscles relax around his fingers, twitching and squeezing, sucking them back into his body and making Jyuushiro moan at the thought of his cock being buried in the grasping heat.
“More, please,” Ichigo groaned lowly, body flooded with the pleasure that Jyuushiro was invoking in him, barely noticing that the third finger, or the sting of pain that came with it. Rocking back into the fingers, he hoped that soon the fingers would be removed and something bigger would fill him. “I need more. Gods’, fill me, please,” he pleaded.
Jyuushiro smiled lightly and moved so that he was draped over Ichigo’s body body again, fingers still working in and out of his mate’s body. “Going to give you more, don’t worry,” he said, pulling his fingers out of the grasping body before grabbing the lube and coating his length with some of it. “Remember, just stay relaxed,” he said into one ear as he pressed up against the twitching ring. Ichigo turned his head and caught eyes with his lover.
“Jyuushiro,” he breathed before Jyuushiro pressed forward, filling him, stretching him wide, the burn making him gasp and tighten around the other. Jyuushiro stopped moving once his balls rested against Ichigo’s ass, letting him become used to being filled. Ichigo took a long, slow breath, eyes closed as he twitched around the cock, body trying to push out the invader before relaxing under the gentle twitches and pushes.
“That’s it, sweet love, just relax,” Jyuushiro choked, fingers curled around his lover’s hips, knowing for sure that he was definitely bruising his mate’s skin. But at that moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to care with the tight heat that was squeezing around him oh so perfectly.
“Move,” Ichigo growled as he pushed back into Jyuushiro, demanding something, demanding friction and movement. Jyuushiro smirked, the look strained, before he pulled out very slowly and rocked back in, both men moaning at the friction and feeling that the movements created.
Groaning, Jyuushiro started a slow, easy pace in and out of Ichigo, the younger man spreading his legs as he tilted his hips back into the thrusts, rocking and moaning. He groaned at the whimpered pleas for more and faster, prompting him to start moving harder and faster, skin slapping together. Ichigo was quickly reduced to mewls as he clung to the bedding, eyes glazed and unseeing as his sweet spot was abused so perfectly that his cock leaked continuously. Arching, he moaned loudly as his lover bottomed out and rolled his hips to stimulate his nerves.
“God’s, so tight, Ichigo,” Jyuushiro moaned into one ear, continuing to thrust as he felt his climax start to curl and tighten low in his groin. Uncurling his hand from around the other’s hip, he reached down and curled his hand around Ichigo’s prick, determined to bring him off before he found his own climax.
It only took a couple of hard strokes before Ichigo was screaming his lover’s name, spilling over the long fingered hand and bedding. Jyuushiro growled as the body around him tightened to an almost vice like tightness around him, unable to do much more then twitch his hips a few times before he followed his lover into climax. Ichigo mewled slightly at the sticky warmth in a new place, rubbing his cheek against the blankets under his face.
Jyuushiro chuckled as he gained his breath, slowly pulling out of the still fluttering body and getting a sound of displeasure. Pressing a kiss to the lean back, he flipped Ichigo onto his back and eyed the other’s body, feeling smug at the disheveled look that he now sported, running his hands over the other’s ribs. Leaning forward, they lazily kissed before he pulled back.
“Let me run a hot bath. Losing your virginity so vigorously can leave you sore,” Jyuushiro hummed, rubbing at Ichigo’s bottom lip.
“Alright,” Ichigo replied, smiling lightly before he slowly stretched his body, feeling the soreness that his lover had spoken about. Jyuushiro smiled in sympathy at the wince that came from that move.
“I’ll run that bath and get you some pain killers,” he said as he stood up, Ichigo watching with appreciative eyes and relaxing into the bed. The rest of the night was spent in the bathroom or in the bed once the sheets had been changed, the two lover’s relaxing and getting to know each other.
Jyuushiro never told Ichigo that they had been watched through the computer that he used to communicate with Urahara, knowing that their lover would eventually blab about that fact.
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