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Shipped Out	By : ChipsAndFish Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Urahara/Ichigo Views: 7877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Bleached Out Beach
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AN : Turning out this chapter was like giving birth over the course of weeks, and being interrupted and told to take care of something else every time you tried to push. And no, I don�t mind giving you all that mental picture. There�s no third chapter in the works at the moment, and this is nothing but undiluted smut. I�m still accepting any one-shot challenges, for those who care to issue them. Last of all, tell me honestly what you think of my porn, lol
　

　

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Ichigo was - against his will - enjoying the beach with Kisuke. And while some rare, well-deserved alone time with his lover spent under a warm sun with a perfect breeze against their skin certainly was time-well-spent, Ichigo desperately wanted to be doing other things.
Like licking salt water off Kisuke�s perked nipples.
His dazed staring must have been finally noticed, because Kisuke had that sexy grin on his face that meant he was going to be ravishing some part of Ichigo soon.
Ichigo swallowed almost audibly when his mouth watered at the images in his mind. He shook his head and tried to get his insidious planning back on course.
So far, his strategy for attack was woefully short and uncomplicated.
Step one - Somehow force Kisuke back into the one-room, secluded beach cabin they were inhabiting for the weekend. Ichigo had only seen it for the briefest of moments before Kisuke had stripped him of his shirt and tricked him with some passionate kissing and manhandling onto to the beach directly outside.
Step two - Overcome all attempts by his lover to keep things gentle and slow, and thoroughly, totally, finally lose his embarrassing status as a virgin.
Ichigo�s eyebrows twitched slightly downward as he felt failure loom in his future. He was absolutely powerless when it came to Kisuke and any kind of erotic activity. And though he found it an infuriating weakness on his part, Kisuke certainly seemed to enjoy it. Which meant Ichigo didn�t find it annoying enough to actually do something about.
Which was another source of annoyance.
He turned his face away from his lover as he felt his features settle into his usual scowl. But almost immediately, Kisuke�s long, talented fingers cupped his chin and turned it back around.
�What�s this, then?� the shopkeeper asked, his voice low and intense. A dark smile slid into place when Ichigo�s eyes glazed at the tone.
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Ichigo whimpered as his back was shoved against the headboard of the huge bed, his mouth devoured by a growling Kisuke. He could barely remember being tossed into the small house, divested of his swim trunks with a single, jerky move, and hastily nipped and licked and stroked into a blindingly brilliant first orgasm of the day.
He�d not even fully recovered from his pleasure-daze before Kisuke had tumbled them both onto the bed and rocked their naked hips together amongst Ichigo�s seed and sweat, the feeling intensely sensual and passionate. Ichigo had cried out hoarsely, blushing like the virgin he was, and messily reached for both of their cocks. Kisuke had stuttered in the middle of his diatribe about �dirtying up Ichigo�s sweet cock� and grunted, the snap of his hips becoming wild and violent for a moment. Ichigo arched and writhed and begged.
That last part was what must have brought Kisuke back to his senses. He�d never heard the substitute shinigami plead like he was. The shop-owner momentarily stilled, panting almost desperately. Their eyes met and neither of them were able or willing to look away.
�I�m going to fuck you,� Kisuke promised in a resonant, shiver-inducing tone. Ichigo swallowed a sudden lump in his throat, need spearing through him. There was only one word that was able to make it through the throbbing pulse in his throat.
�Yes��
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Kisuke watched the head of his cock glide against sweat-slick skin, memories of painting the boy�s stomach and chest with cum on previous occasions rising up and shattering him with need. He knew how Ichigo looked with Kisuke�s ecstasy splashed over his face, over his deliciously carved body. He knew his lover�s lust-darkened glances, and what it meant when he bit his lip, and exactly what position was most comfortable to fall asleep together in.
Now, Kisuke wanted to know what Ichigo looked like while he was being thoroughly, lovingly, violently taken. What kind of sounds would he make when Kisuke pressured his prostate gland with every plowing thrust? What kind of glorious mahogany-rich glaze would his eyes dissolve into when Kisuke wrung every last drop from his twitching erection? What twisted, deep, desperate level of love would Kisuke�s heart fall into, when he rutted through slippery oil and warm cum and Ichigo�s clenching orgasms - to a completion of multilayered meaning?
Kisuke�s balls tightened in warning at the wave of images and fantasies. He dropped his head and shut his eyes, breathing through his nose rather harshly. Almost helplessly, his hips continued a slow, grinding descent towards Ichigo�s well-positioned entrance. A soft, questioning touch to his cheek surprised him enough to look up. Ichigo had turned his head to watch him, one shoulder lifted off the mattress and angled slightly towards his older lover.
�I�m�� Ichigo seemed to be at a loss for words, searching for something in Kisuke�s eyes. �I� want� please� Kisu-�
Kisuke smothered his sweet young mouth with lips that had no room for gentleness in their hunger. His right hand took firm hold of his own cock and guided it hastily to the stretched, virgin opening - soon to be his. The tips of his thumb and cock pried against Ichigo�s grasping, innocent muscles while the boy �ohh�d into his mouth at the sensation. Heat speared through Kisuke at the sound, for he�d never heard its like. He echoed it, lower and stained by a dark, husky growl, as he made jerky, uncontrolled circles with his hips.
He released Ichigo�s mouth with a gasp as he made first entrance, the flared head of his cock hugged by sweltering warmth and unimaginable constriction. The shaft of his cock swelled with jealousy, but Kisuke kept tight reign on his hips now - they twitched instead of jerked. However, he knew his body would stage swift rebellion if Ichigo didn�t stay very quiet and still and behave�
�K-Kisuke,� the named man drew his head back a little and watched almost forlornly as Ichigo arched his neck and shuddered and uttered something that was both a shout and a moan. His young, fine muscles strained under perfect skin, before relaxing and quivering and then flexing again.
Kisuke�s body howled with a need so fierce, it felt almost primal. Something on par with pure instinct - a triggered reaction, crafted over a millennia of survival. Kisuke would have Ichigo - completely, and immediately - or he would die in agony.
Never one to chose death over life, Kisuke bowed his head to his body�s demands, and prayed that Ichigo would not be too badly hurt.
For a moment, things were still. Then Kisuke�s hips surged into Ichigo and only stopped when they were forced by the boy�s own flesh to cease momentum. Pleasure so intense it couldn�t even be labeled as �ecstasy� clawed Kisuke�s entire being. His spine arched and his legs seized and even his clenched teeth felt the fevered delirium he�d been quickly swallowed by.
His feet dug into the soft mattress and bedding, splaying out to give him better leverage. His knees spread Ichigo�s apart, kept him open. One hand had locked itself under and around Ichigo�s arms and chest, pinning the boy to his heart. The angle was enough that Kisuke could shove himself in properly, deeply. And that was just what the exiled Shinigami did. His hips rutted fiercely, each thrust a separate attempt to brand Ichigo forever his. The boy sobbed in his hold, but Kisuke couldn�t stop at the sound, heart-rending though it was. He knew Ichigo would be hurt by this vicious taking of his virginity. He knew the boy would feel betrayed and used. But Kisuke also knew that gentleness and control were simple memories now, meaningless to this rabid beast he became whenever he wandered too close to the orange-haired boy.
His hips quickly gained a rhythm that craved only speed and power, the music of their mingled gasps - the fevered, repetitive slap of flesh - was enough to drive him mindlessly onward, even if he hadn�t been able to feel the delicious, searing heat of Ichigo�s intimate grasp. But he felt it, oh gods, did he feel it. The tight channel gave way slickly to his every movement. Kisuke was utterly lost.
Ascent threatened with a sudden flurry of movement. Kisuke�s thrusts almost blurred together. He fell forward and pinned Ichigo to the soft bedding with his entire body, savagely digging his teeth into the crook of the boy�s neck and shoulder. His back arched as his cock surrendered his entire soul - seizing his frame with pulses of unfathomable pleasure. He rocked into Ichigo a few times more, almost as if he could not help himself. He opened eyes he had not meant to close, panting against the marked skin of the substitute-shinigami�s neck.
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Ichigo - for his part - had come twice before Kisuke�s trembling climax had filled him up inside. His stomach and hands were covered by the evidence. He couldn�t seem to stop his inner muscles from alternately tensing and relaxing around Kisuke�s still throbbing erection. He had barely enough coordination and strength to turn his head and meet an increasingly alarmed stare from his - official - lover.
Almost before he could properly focus his gaze, he was yanked clear of Kisuke�s cock, flipped onto his back - �sonovaBITCH� screamed a recently abused ass - and subjected to a thorough, entirely invasive medical checkup.
�Ohgods,� Kisuke�s voice was reedy and weak, �Ichigo, gods, I�m sorry - fuck - I hurt you-�
�O-oi!� Ichigo felt a muscle jerk in his forehead as he slapped a wandering hand away from his still dazed ass. �Stay offa that!�
Kisuke�s hands withdrew faster than anything Ichigo had ever seen. They both stared at each other, Kisuke�s eyes growing increasingly brilliant with unshed tears.
�Please,� the shop owner whispered, �I� fuck, Ichigo, I didn�t-�
The forehead muscle jerked again. Ichigo growled at the shattered expression his boyfriend wore.
�Don�t be an idiot,� he snapped, sighing as he gestured to the evidence of his enjoyment, glaring at his own hands. �Why you go completely deaf when we do this, I�ll never know,� he muttered to himself. And then, louder, �I was screamin� for more, ya dip-shit. You forget I been stabbed a couple times before, huh? Your dick ain�t that big. Didn�t hurt.�
Well, his ass might not agree with him at the moment. But a few minutes ago, Ichigo hadn�t heard the same tune from it.
Slowly but surely, Kisuke�s expression shifted. First to disbelief. Then to surprise. And then to arousal.
They met gazes, and Ichigo was swiftly flipped onto his belly again.
�He-hey! Get outa that - f-fuck, K� Kisuke� y-yes!�
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