Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

Undisclosed Devotion	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 7352 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters. I do not profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Chapter 8

Smearing chocolate candies over Uryu's chest wasn't something Ichigo imagined he would be doing when he woke up this morning, but it was a damn pleasant surprise. He was being watched closely, blue eyes focused on the next chocolate he chose from the box like it was a weapon instead of the cream filled treat that it was. He squeezed and the strawberry flavored filling spilled over his skin. His coated fingers traveled over his chest and lower along his stomach, spreading the candy with soft strokes.

"Ichigo, it's sticky," he said, sounding more annoyed than his delirious expression suggested. Ichigo moved his attention to his navel, running his forefinger around it with deliberate delicacy. "Seriously, you're making a mess all over me," Uryu's voice trembled, breath hitching when Ichigo tugged a hard nipple.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," Ichigo muttered and ran the tip of his tongue over the work of art he'd created on his body. Uryu's protests diminished the further he went to catch every bit of the candy mess. Each shudder and gasp of pleasure he wrung out of Uryu felt like another chip in the wall of nerves he had built around himself. He didn't want Uryu to fear this intimacy. No, it wasn't fear. Just maybe lingering uncertainty. He flicked his tongue over the peak of a hard nipple, then sucked over the sweet covered nub, extracting another shaky moan. He loved the sound of his voice in such ecstasy.

He lowered slow, resting his body on Uryu's legs as his lips glided gradually over his abdomen, dipping his tongue into his belly button. Uryu squirmed and laughed, yelping before he clamped a hand over his mouth. He was blushing like mad, breath raspy and shaken. He looked so vulnerable then; so real. Ichigo gave him a moment to give him a chance to stop him from going further, but Uryu merely watched him expectantly and let his arm fall back on the bed.

He kissed once more over his belly, then licked around his navel, nipping over his exposed skin. Ichigo could feel his stomach muscles quiver against his lips as his hands pulled downward on the waistband of his pants. The belt Uryu was wearing didn't allow much slack, but there was just enough to let him uncover the top of a slim hip that he traced over with the tips of his fingers. Uryu's legs shifted apart beneath him and his breath became noticeably more hectic the lower he went. His skin was warm and taut over his hipbone, and Ichigo impulsively slipped his fingers under the waistband of Uryu's pants, pulling down to reveal a little more skin.

If he could just loosen the belt. He put his hand on the buckle and gazed up along Uryu's reclined body. His lips were parted, and his eyes that were usually so severe and focused were lidded and hazy with pleasure. Ichigo swallowed, the aftertaste of chocolate still on his tongue. He stared back at Uryu intently, well aware of the steady throb of arousal between his own legs. His trapped erection was pressed hard against his hakama and the mattress beneath his body. Ichigo lowered his mouth to the bulge in Uryu's pants, observing of his reactions. He listened for any sound or word of resistance, watching him with rapt attention as he nibbled on the cloth that covered his naked flesh.

"Are you scared?" Ichigo asked, nuzzling deftly over his concealed groin.

"Of you? Don't be stupid," Uryu answered, voice husky. The annoyed expression returned just underneath his aura of lust. "I'll stop you when I'm good and ready to."

"I don't doubt it," Ichigo said as he eased himself back up along Uryu's body to look him in the eyes. He stole a soft kiss and smiled against his lips. "You do feel sticky now," he said in coy observation and chuckled when Uryu uttered a irritated snort in response. He kissed him again to stop a sharp retort, hand cupping his cheek. Ichigo's tongue slid and rolled slow against his, sharing the taste of sweet chocolate and strawberry cream.

The tight feeling below his waist throbbed in protest of the layer of clothing between them. He jerked his hips to appease the straining muscle, succeeding in only intensifying his agonizing need to be skin to skin with the man beneath him. It was pleasurable torture as their bodies gyrated together, both of them hectic, yet slowly exploring these new sensations.

"Clothes,..get them off," Uryu gasped, hands already working the white belt loose around Ichigo's waist. Ichigo answered with action, shifting his body up enough to fumble open the buckle of the leather belt, tugging at the strap so hard and insistent that Uryu's midsection arched up with the pull. Uryu muttered something and snatched at the leather obstacle himself and pulled it smoothly from the loops and tossed it to the floor where his shirt already lay. Ichigo laughed through ragged breath, quickly opening the button and zipper, working around Uryu's busy hands that were forcefully pushing his hakama down over his hips. It took some shifting around and kicking of legs to be free of the cumbersome clothing.

"Is this good?" Ichigo breathed out, pressing back against Uryu's nude body. He got a sundering moan of his name in response as Uryu arched up against him, intensifying the brush of their arousal. "I want you," Ichigo whispered to him, gazing down at his handsome face. He brushed his fingers through his dark, tussled hair before he gently slid his glasses off. "I want to see your eyes better," he said, putting the glasses aside, never taking his gaze off the beautiful blue color of them.

Ichigo wanted to make it last forever, but building need for release was too great to ignore any longer. He could blame him own hormonal energy; that basic rush of youth to wants everything fast and now. It didn't help when Uryu's hands gripped frantically on his ass while his hips rocked with the same wild pace to reach orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Uryu!" Ichigo pressed his face against his neck, smelling soap, his natural scent and sweat. It was better than any flower he knew of. Uryu's fingers dug into his flesh, nails biting into skin.

"Touch me...please. Hurry," Uryu groaned against his ear.

"Ah!" Ichigo worked his hand between their pressed bodies, feeling over soaked skin and muscle before he slipped his hand around both their cocks to stroke together. "You too," he begged, his voice muffled against the curve between his neck and shoulder.

When Uryu's hand joined his, he gasped like a man that couldn't get enough air. His touch was so much better than his own, causing the already intense throb to become stronger. Their hands clasped together, pumping in time to the pace of their hips. The slick mixture of sweat and pre-cum coated their fingers, and Ichigo tightened his fist, palm molded more around his lover's shaft. Uryu's body tensed beneath him before his voice rose in pleasure with the climax.

"I love you," Ichigo said, voice strained as his own release neared. His body trembled. He could feel it. The warm sensation of Uryu's seed rolled over his fingers like warm honey. He looked back at the face of the Quincy and saw flushed skin and a look of sensual gratification he had only imagined before in fantasy. He's mine now. In that one thought he felt his orgasm like a pulse, biting back his own cry, groaning his lover's name over and over as his seed spilled over to mingle with Uryu's.

Ichigo's body went limp as the last trace of his orgasm shivered through him, breathing deep the scent of Uryu, chocolate and sex. He felt pleasantly dazed in the afterglow and he didn't want to move away from him just yet, so he lay there atop his body. He wanted to say something romantic. Hell, even something corny would do, but he just muttered a simple question.

"Do you want me to move?"

"No, it's okay," Uryu answered back, running his hands languidly up and down his back.

"I wanted to make it last longer." Uryu snorted and laughed. "Hey, what's so damn funny, Quincy?"

"Let's be realistic, Ichigo. We're young and inexperienced. Once the ball got rolling, patience flew out the window for both of us."

"Guess you're right," he said, easing off of Uryu to lay beside him. "Besides, we have plenty of time to practice." He traced his fingers over the symbol on Uryu's chest.

"I still want to take it slow, Ichigo. I'm not ready for it all." He rolled on his side to face him, looking somewhat distracted as if pondering what else to say. "You know what I mean?"

"Anal," Ichigo answered without hesitation and smirked when Uryu cleared his throat and attempted to straighten the glasses that were no longer on his face.

"Yes, that," he said annoyingly as he reached over and took his glasses off the side table to slip back on.

"It's alright. I already said I wouldn't rush you into that." He shifted closer and kissed him soft. "We can make each other feel good different ways. Like what we just did, right?"

"I'm not opposed to it," Uryu said, cheeks still a flushed shade of pink from their recent activity, or it was a reaction of their current discussion. Either way, Ichigo liked it. He also saw smudges of chocolate he had missed around one of his nipples and leaned in, lashing his tongue over the remains of the smeared candy with a pleased sigh. "Ichigo, don't. I'm filthy now." Uryu squirmed, pressing his hands against his shoulders.

"It's okay," he murmured and sucked over the nub, "we're both filthy."

"You're such a pervert," Uryu moaned out softly and pressed his body closer. Ichigo melded to his warm embrace, nuzzling his chest. He was getting aroused all over again, and the more he touched Uryu, the more he wanted.

"Let's take a shower then," Ichigo suggested, an ulterior motive already locked in his mind.

~*~

Ichigo washed himself absently, distracted by Uryu's body under the stream of water cascading over him as he rinsed shampoo from his dark hair. It was no surprise that he looked extremely hot when he was wet too. His arms were up, hands moving through his black locks of hair to push the water along. His head was tilted back to catch the spray from the shower head. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, making a almost inaudible sound, like a pleased sigh one would make with a nice breeze on a sunny day. It was basic movement of the body, but to Ichigo it looked seductive, unintentional or not.

Ichigo let his eyes lower and linger on his flaccid penis. He hadn't had a chance in the bedroom to really appreciate the sight of his manhood in his haste for pleasure. He loved how the water that ran down Uryu's body dripped in a thin stream from the tip. Watching, he licked his lips when he saw the muscle twitch, just enough to catch his notice. His own cock jerked in response and he was reminded why he suggested the shower together in the first place. He wanted to taste Uryu properly.

"I'll be out of your way in a moment," Uryu said, opening his eyes and rinsing off his body where soap bubbles still clung. Ichigo didn't utter a word, but moved closer, placing his hands on Uryu's hips. The sultry brush of his saturated skin felt wonderful against his palms. "Ichigo?"

"Don't worry about holding back," he said as he lowered down to his knees before Uryu. He looked up and saw wide blue eyes watching him. Uryu's expression was neither shock or fear, but lustful wonder. "Don't hold back," Ichigo said once more and took his cock in his hand, giving it his full attention. He stroked around the base and watched how the muscle reacted to his ministrations. The limp feel of his shaft stiffened quickly as he took the head in his mouth. The first touch of his most intimate flesh against his tongue would stay in Ichigo's memory forever. He pressed his lips around him, sliding his tongue against the underside of the head.

He heard Uryu's voice over the sound of the running shower, and felt his hand brush through his hair, gripping the strands in his haze of pleasure. His mouth widened, taking as much as he could. He was running on instinct, doing everything that he thought would heighten his enjoyment. His hands worked, stroking the base and playing over his balls. He lightly scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin as he sucked up and down on his erection, using Uryu's urgent moans and thrusts to his advantage. They somehow moved position, and Uryu had his back rested against the wall with his leg over Ichigo's shoulder, hips thrusting relentlessly.

Ichigo worked his mouth feverishly around him, paying no mind to his aching jaws or the pain in his knees from kneeling on the hard porcelain of the shower floor. Even the water cooling as it rained down over their bodies didn't stop his lavish determination to please his lover. Uryu's ragged breath and the painful tug on his hair signaled his nearing climax. Ichigo groaned, sucking faster until he felt the thick warmth of his seed splash against the back of his throat. He pulled back, coughing, swallowing and laughing all at once, letting some of the release fall from his mouth. He hugged around Uryu's waist to catch his breath, cheek pressed against his stomach.

"Are you, okay?" Uryu said, easing his leg off his shoulder to slip down beside him in the tub.

"That's a unique taste," Ichigo answered, panting and wiping his mouth. "Not exactly chocolate." The familiar knuckles against his upper arm came swiftly. "Ouch!"

"You said not to hold back, jerk!"

Ichigo laughed, and hugged his pissed off lover close. "I know, and I don't regret it. It's part of you." He kissed his neck. "I know what to expect next time. We're learning, remember?"

"Yeah," Uryu answered back. "What about you though? It's not fair you made me again, and you haven't."

Ichigo shivered, and finally noticed how cold the water actually was now. "I think the water took care of that." He didn't have to look down to see the erection he had gotten while sucking him off had shriveled from the cruel temperature of the shower spray.

"We should get out," Uryu said, still locked in Ichigo's embrace.

"Just a little longer," Ichigo said against his neck, even as they both trembled from the cold.

"Idiot," Uryu said with a soft laugh as he held him close.
AN: Sorry for the wait for anyone reading this. Was blocking a bit again, and it took me some time to get going. It's a rather short chapter, or at least it seems that way to me, but it is just sexy bits. :D Again, I am somewhat happy with the way the chapter came out, but I always have my doubts, especially while I'm writing during a painful block like this. I am going to go back to focusing more on the actual storyline next few chapters as well, but I thought I should at least have one chapter of Ichigo and Uryu testing out the physical side. I like them being playful a bit. Also, Ichigo's reaction to the "back of the throat" moment seemed more real to me, than what us fan fic writers tend to write, with the person receiving the load just loving it. Hahahaha. *clears throat* Anyway, until next time. Thanks for reading.
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Undisclosed Devotion