Title: Honking

Artist/Author: KivaEmber

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Hichigo ShirosakixIchigo Kurosaki

Rating: M

Warnings: Homosexual themes, sexual themes, profanities, sex in a car, AU themes, randomness, basically porn without plot…

Summary: AU PWP. Sex in the car. It should be private…right? Well, until someone’s foot kept honking the horn. HichiIchi.

A/N: This is actually based off a conversation with a friend THAT I TOTALLY AND EPICALLY LOVE!!!

Srsly. Love her.

Anyway, I have not written hardcore smut in a while with this pairing…so, yeah. There is no plot, no foreplay, just some practice sex. :D I hope you enjoy it!

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"HM? OH YOU FUCKED UP IN THAT BATTLE, SO YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET ANY UNLESS YOU FUCKING CRAWL AND BEG LIKE THE DOG YOU ARE."

--- MSN conversation, trading ideas for HichiIchi

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HONKING

“Haa…auuhnn…S-Shiro…!”

Shiro flattened his tongue along Ichigo’s pert nipple, his hands gripping tightly under Ichigo’s taut thighs as his hips pumped forwards, thrusting hard and fast into the mewling redhead beneath him. Hands clutched at him, hazed brown eyes bright beneath sooty lashes as the windows in the car steamed up, and Ichigo’s left foot kept kicking out against the dashboard with each rough thrust.

Ichigo arched when Shiro angled his thrust a little, eyes closing and mouth opening in a choked groan as he gripped at the edge of the seat beneath him. He shuddered when he felt Shiro suck and nip up his chest, a shaky hand tangling into sweaty white tresses to try and keep a hold of reality.

“Ah!” Ichigo bit on his lip, his foot kicking out and smashing against the horn. None of the panting, writhing males noticed the sharp screech, and Ichigo was too busy babbling out a stream of nonsensical words to really care that the car was rocking hard enough for the thief alarm to activate.

“Fuck, harder, harder!” Ichigo yowled, tugging at the white hair in his grasp, throwing his head back and baring his neck to Shiro’s unrelenting kisses. He kicked out again with his left foot, whining low in his throat as the albino thrusts pushed deep inside of him. Another honk sounded out over the moans and insistent screaming of the car alarm.

Shiro groaned into his neck, hips jerking faster and his fingers digging into the sides of the chair he was fucking his boyfriend on. “Mmm, Ichi…Ichi…Ichi…!” He whimpered, licking the sweaty skin bared to him. “Fuck, ya feel…feel s-so goooood~!”

“Ah! Yes! Yes!” Ichigo cried. He felt too fucking good to care that his neighbours could hear the chaos, and his hand clawed desperately at his boyfriend’s back, drawing blood. “Oh GOD YES! Shiro! Shiro, fuck! Fuck me!”

“God!” Shiro gasped, the pain lighting on his back just adding to the sexual pleasure. In retaliation he bit down harshly on Ichigo’s shoulder, muffling his moans as he pounded harder and harder into his lover, his nails digging through the tough leather of the flattened driver’s seat.

“Aaaah!” Ichigo howled, his foot now smashing a steady beat with the car horn. “Yesyesyesyesyes! Fuck me, Oh God yes! FUCK ME, SHIRO!”

Growling, Shiro unclamped his mouth from Ichigo’s shoulder, panting into the redhead’s ear as he felt his balls tighten and his thrusts becoming erratic and harsh. “Uuuuhn! Fuck yes, Ichi!” His hand shakily lifted from the seat and grasped Ichigo’s flushed, sweaty cheek, his lips pressing a sloppy kiss against the redhead’s ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Dear God Ichi FUCK!”

“A-Ahhh, YES!” Ichigo writhed in mindless ecstasy and clutched tightly at Shiro. “YES, GOD! SHIRROOOOOO!” With that final howl Ichigo spasmed, cumming hard enough that he felt like he was never going to stop, his heel pressed against the car horn and drawing out an endless screech to rival the volume of his scream.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” Shiro moaned wildly into his lover’s ear, hips pumping violently into Ichigo and cumming in long, explosive spurts, the white fluid spilling out of the redhead’s ass and onto the leather seat. “Aaahnnn! Yeesss…!”

Ichigo’s foot fell away from the car horn, the two men’s panting overwhelmed by the insistent shrieking of the car alarm still wailing out. Shiro groaned in irritation.

“Someone bloody turn it off.” Shiro whined into Ichigo’s neck, still buried deep inside of his boyfriend.

“The keys are in the ignition.” Ichigo rasped out, his voice a little hoarse.

“Ugh.” Shiro grumbled, clumsily lifting himself up and slipping his softening cock out of the redhead. Feeling like his limbs weighed more then lead, the albino fumbled with the keys, tugging them out roughly and pressing every button on it until the siren abruptly cut off.

Ichigo laughed breathlessly when Shiro fell back on top of him, mumbling into the pale shoulder. “We need to bring the shopping in. The frozen shit is going to defrost.”

He felt Shiro grin into his hair. “I think they’re already defrosted, Ichi. An’ everyone within earshot now knows tha’ I jus’ nailed ya in yer car.” A maniacal giggle. “Ya have a good pair o’ lungs on ya, Ichi~!”

“…” Ichigo coughed quietly. “Screw the shopping. Let’s, uh, stay in here for a while.”

Shiro just laughed.

OWARI