|Happy Birthday Ichigo!
Author: Broken Promises 22 PM
Ichigo likes Uryū's pretty little hole. He's very proud of himself for keeping it pretty. But Uryū wants something dirty and if Ichigo doesn't do him through the mattress sometime soon, Uryū is going to take matters into his own hands.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Ichigo K. & Uryuu I. - Words: 4,158 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 40 - Follows: 2 - Published: 10-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8642697
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Title → Happy Birthday Ichigo!
Anime → Bleach
Pairing → IchiIshi; Ichigo Kurosaki/Uryū Ishida
Rated → M
Summary →Ichigo likes Uryū's pretty little hole. He's very proud of himself for keeping it pretty. But Uryū wants something dirty and if Ichigo doesn't fuck him through the mattress sometime soon, Uryū is going to take matters into his own hands.
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He loved it when Uryū bent over for him, open and needy, already totally gone to some other place where all he could do was spread his legs and moan and wiggle like a horny slutty twink. He loved how Uryū just gave over his body to Ichigo, hands clutching the pillow under his head, hips raised, on his knees, and chest pressing against the mattress.
"Kurosaki, come on…"
But most of all, Ichigo loved the Quincy's pretty pink hole. He was amazed that no matter how many times Ichigo slid his cock inside of Uryū, his hole remained so tight and pink and…well…cute. Seriously, Uryū had an adorable little asshole. And it was still baby pink. A couple of weeks ago, Uryū had snuck off to the spa with Renji and gotten a Brazilian wax so everything was hairless and smooth and soft and pink and clean for Ichigo's birthday. Ichigo loved it; it was the kind of birthday gift that kept on giving as far as he was concerned. So it was only appropriate that Ichigo treated that kind of gift with absolute care and devotion.
"That Quincy twink is awesome," Renji commented, later. "His asshole is pretty fucking perfect. There are boys in the Soul Society who would kill to have the Quincy's ass. It's like pink silk."
"Did you touch him?" Ichigo shouted at him.
"Hiss! Kitten, put your claws away." Renji raised his arched eyebrow and smirked hard enough to make Gin proud. "He asked me to check and I slipped my finger over him to make sure that he was smooth and he nearly came just from that. Count your lucky charms, you bastard."
Ichigo already spent nearly two hours just licking him, slow and delicate, holding Uryū open so he could worship that pretty pink hole as much as he wanted. And honestly, Ichigo had seen his share of holes, but he never imagined that the archer's hole would set the bar so high on what was truly a perfect hole.
"Just—come on, Soul Reaper, uhhhhh, do it."
Ichigo chuckled. It was the archer's way of asking to be fucked. Even after all these months together, Uryū never felt comfortable cussing.
"I'm serious!" Uryū whined, his thighs shaking as Ichigo pressed one lubed finger slowly in and out of his pretty hole.
He had been doing this for at least half an hour and he wasn't in any hurry to get things going.
"Kurosaki, I need it. Come on. Please!"
"I love it when you're like this," Ichigo murmured, pulling his finger out slowly and gently. He smiled at the way the archer's hole twitched and fluttered open and close. Ichigo wet two fingers and rubbed his fingertips against his hole, barely touching him. "All open for me, smooth and tight and wet. I could do this for hours."
"Damn it, Ichigo!"
"Shhh, baby, let me take care of you."
"If you wanted to take care of me, you'd fuck me!"
Ichigo laughed, moving up on his knees to look over at the archer's flushed face. "You said the f-word!"
Uryū narrowed his eyes at him. "Kurosaki…"
He slipped both of his fingers into Uryū and they both sighed. He watched as Uryū inhaled deeply, his hips pushing back aggressively against the Soul Reaper's fingers, clenching tightly as Ichigo eased his fingers all the way in.
"Oh yes…right there…"
Ichigo wiggled his fingers and the Quincy's breath hitched as he lurched against the bed, body shaking. He dragged his fingers along the hot, tight muscle inside and nudged his prostate gland.
Uryū moaned as he stuffed the pillow into his mouth, biting down.
"So pretty, Ishida, so pretty."
He let out a muffled moan and something that sounded like "please".
Ichigo bit his lip, pushing his fingers all the way in and then all the way out. He stared at the hole, frowning a little as he waited for Uryū to clench his muscles and for the ring of muscle to tighten again.
"Kurosaki, you're killing me here," Uryū said, turning his head so that his forehead pressed against the pillow. "I need more."
"I know, babe, almost there." He leaned forward and lightly blew on the hole and smiled when Uryū shifted on his knees a bit and the hole squeezed close again. "Hmm…so fucking pretty."
"As much as I appreciate that you think my butt is pretty, but could you please get your dick inside me?" Uryū said, lifting his head to look over his shoulder at Ichigo. "Ichigo, come on…now!"
Uryū reached down to curl his hand around his cock but Ichigo caught him by the wrist and pulled his hand away. "You know the rules."
"Your rules are stupid," Uryū muttered, fisting the pillow again and letting out a loud sigh.
Ichigo smiled as he pressed a kiss against the fleshy part of the Quincy's ass. He was hot and firm and tasted sweet. He dropped random kisses from one butt cheek to the other and then slipped his tongue down the smooth flesh that separated his ass until he could lick and tongue the wet hole. "Mmm… Did you pick this flavor because, today's my birthday? Strawberry lube is so good on you, babe."
Uryū arched against his face when Ichigo pressed his tongue a little harder against his hole, feeling the muscles flutter and open for him as he slid his tongue deeper into Uryū.
"Ohmygod," Uryū said, reaching with his hand to pet and caress the Soul Reaper's head. "Yes… and yes I did pick this flavor because of that..."
Ichigo closed his eyes and smiled, stretching his tongue out as far as he could inside the tight passage. He could taste the strawberry and smell the Quincy's sweet and natural scent, making him drool down the back of the Quincy's tight balls. He slid his tongue in and out slowly, nudging the smooth perineum with his chin. Uryū clenched around his tongue and Ichigo moaned, keeping his tongue inside for a long moment before pulling it back out to flick around his opening.
Uryū garbled out a laugh and dropped his hand off the Soul Reaper's head. He grabbed the sheets. "No more teasing…"
This time, Ichigo agreed. He kissed the sweaty flesh of the Quincy's thigh and got to his knees, reaching for the condom packet. He opened it and slipped it over his cock quickly, ignoring the shivery pleasure that rolled down his spine at the feel of his own hand on his neglected cock. He picked up the lube and squeezed out a thick drop and then slathered it on his condom, making sure to cover every inch of his cock.
He pressed his hands against the hot skin of the Quincy's ass and thumbed his flesh apart, carefully pushing the head of his cock against the small opening. He took a deep, calming breath as he eased inside of Uryū, smiling as Uryū moaned, arching his back and pushing down on Ichigo.
"No more teasing, babe," Ichigo crooned, bracing his hands on the bed and smoothing thrusting his cock inside the archer's squeezing muscles, milking him. "Mmmm…babe, that's good, keep doing that."
Uryū whimpered, putting his elbows under him and moving his chest off the bed, pushing back against Ichigo with jerky movements. "Faster—"
"Shhh, I'll get you there," he said, stroking his hand down the archer's slick back. He moved back so that he could watch his cock sliding in and out of the archer's hole, making sure that he wasn't doing anything to hurt him. He traced his fingers around the stretched ring of muscle and slid his hand lower to cup and squeeze the archer's tight balls.
"You're not going to last long, are you?"
"Yeah," Ichigo whispered, moving his hand around the archer's lean hip to wrap around his hard cock. Uryū moved frantically against him as Ichigo rubbed his cock with long, tight strokes. "You can come, babe, any time you want."
Uryū keened loudly, his hips moving in time with the Soul Reaper's strokes like he was fucking the orange haired boy's hand. He loved it when Uryū chased after his own pleasure like this. He could just bury the entire length of his cock inside of Uryū and get him off and come. He panted wetly, like he was choking on his own spit; that it was so good that he forgot how to swallow and Ichigo closed his eyes and groaned when he felt the archer's muscles squeeze around his cock, coming into his fist in pulsing thick drops.
His arms shook and he fell on his pillow, breathing hard. Ichigo licked his lips as his hand caressed the archer's cock, wetting his fingers on his come and stroking him gently. Uryū shivered and let out a moan, reaching down to grab the orange haired boy's wrist gently, moving his hand away. He pulled the orange haired boy's hand to his mouth and sucked his own come off Ichigo's fingers, slurping and licking lazily.
"Goddamn," Ichigo whispered, dropping to his elbow so that his chest covered the archer's back. He nuzzled the back of Uryū's neck, licking the sweat off his skin. "You're so fucking hot, Ishida."
Uryū snorted and pulled the orange haired boy's fingers out of his mouth. He turned his head and Ichigo kissed him, tongue moving into his mouth to chase after the taste of Uryū's come on his lips.
"Come on," Uryū murmured, a small smile on his lips as he gave Ichigo a dazed, sated look.
"Yeah," he said, kissing the Quincy's ear and putting his hands on the bed and holding up his chest. He started to move fluidly, thrusting into Uryū with short thrusts. A part of him wanted to grab Uryū by the hips and take him harder and faster, be reckless with his pretty hole, stretching it with his cock and making Uryū whimper. But this was oh so good, too, just going slow and steady, the friction always perfect because Uryū was so tight. He never had to fuck Uryū too hard to get what he needed. "Gonna come, babe—"
"Do it," Uryū slurred.
Ichigo clenched his jaw and let out a thick groan, pushing the Quincy's hips down so that he was flat against the bed. He loved being able to hold Uryū down like this, his cock buried deep inside of him, both of them able to feel his cock throbbing and thickening right before he came.
Uryū reached for Ichigo's hand, twining their fingers together and holding his hand tightly as Ichigo bore down against the Quincy's body, pressing his cock as deep as he could get it, and shuddering hard against him.
Carefully, he moved his hips back so that he could slip his cock from inside Uryū. He pressed his fingers against his hole, gently massaging the opening and dipping his index finger into the widened hole. It usually took a little while for it to return to its small, tight shape. Ichigo looked up to see Uryū looking sleepy and happy, his lips quirked into a private smile.
Ichigo kissed his hip and got off the bed. He walked to the bathroom and got rid of the condom. He washed his face and hands and grabbed the pack of wet wipes. Uryū was still starfished out on the bed, turning his head to watch Ichigo. He was always so quiet and calm after getting fucked and Ichigo enjoyed cleaning him up and getting him ready for bed. He carefully spread the Quincy's ass cheeks apart and smiled when it passed the pinky test – his hole had closed enough that only the Soul Reaper's pinky would fit. By morning, the Quincy's hole would be closed. As he snuggled against Uryū's back, pulling the sheets over them, Ichigo smiled to himself for having enough control to make sure that Uryū always enjoyed sex and that his pretty hole would be perfect the next time Ichigo fucked him.
Uryū was always a quick study. He could sew something in seconds; he could learn a new Quincy move in two days. So when Uryū dedicated himself to learning how to please his boyfriend, it didn't take him very long to figure out that Ichigo was pretty easy to please. The first few times that Uryū gave him a blowjob were some of the Soul Reaper's favorite memories; it was like having all of his fantasies come to life. There was nothing tentative in the way that Uryū sucked and licked him. And when he learned how to take Ichigo deeper into his mouth, tickling the back of his throat, Ichigo pretty much just came on the spot and then showed his gratitude and pleasure by fucking Uryū long and slow and getting him off twice before he came inside his boy.
Ichigo moaned as he shivered awake, his body flushed with a familiar heat and pleasure. The archer's mouth was hot and wet, drool soaking his pubes and dribbling down his balls. He loved a messy blowjob and Uryū wasn't shy about making it as dirty as possible. He blinked his eyes and tried to move his hands to rub the sleep crust from his eyes, but found that his arms wouldn't cooperate. He bent his head back to see his wrists tied to the headboard and he tugged at the neckties, not getting any leverage at all.
Uryū snickered softly and Ichigo looked down his body to see Uryū kneeling between the Soul Reaper's thighs, lips brushing softly against his hard cock as blue eyes behind a pair of glasses looked up at him.
"About time you woke up, Soul Reaper," Uryū said, giving his cock long licks with the flat of his tongue, from the base to the tip, over and over again.
"Mmmm…I love your mouth."
"I love your dick."
"I love your pretty hole," Ichigo said, smiling.
Uryū rolled his eyes and snorted. "I know. You're so protective of it."
Ichigo smiled. "Because it's perfect. I don't want to do anything to make it ugly."
He was used to Uryū giving him that I have no idea what you mean but I love you so I'll just accept it look.
"Well, I have plans for my hole and your dick this morning," Uryū said, moving up to his elbows. "In fact, I'm going to ride you so hard that my hole is probably going to get all red and bruised."
Ichigo was horrified. He struggled, trying to pull his wrists from the neckties. "But, Uryū! Why would you do that? Don't do anything to hurt yourself, okay? Maybe you should—"
"Hey," Uryū said, putting his hand on the Soul Reaper's chest. He leaned over Ichigo, his face serious. "Hey, I'm not going to do anything to hurt either of us, okay?"
Uryū gave him a small smile. "I had no idea that you felt that strongly about my butt."
Ichigo relaxed and sank back against the bed. "Well, I guess I have been a little obsessed with it."
"A little?" Uryū said, raising his eyebrows and quirking his lips into a smile. "Are we okay now?"
"Yeah," he said, smiling up at him. "So tell me what you want."
Uryū gave him a sly grin, lips curving into a sexy smile. "I've been wanting you to do me kind of rough and, you know, dirty, but you keep teasing me and not giving me what I want."
The orange haired boy's eyes widened and he stared at Uryū. "But—"
"Yes, I know," Uryū said, rolling his eyes as he chuckled. "But I can take it, you know."
"I know. I never thought that you couldn't take it," he said, nodding. "But it's so pretty and it's all pink and adorable."
"My hole is pink and adorable, Kurosaki?"
"It's like cotton candy pink?" Ichigo said, shrugging as best as he could with his wrists tied over his head. "And it's so soft and delicate and—"
"Ohmygod, Strawberry!" Uryū said, laughing loudly. "I had no idea that you were this obsessed with it." He snickered again and turned serious again, licking his lips. He met the orange haired boy's eyes with a steady and determined look. "So unless you really don't want me to ride you, Soul Reaper, say so now and I'll let you go."
Ichigo swallowed, his cock twitching against his belly and oozing so much pre-come that Uryū probably wouldn't need lube. He was so torn – he wanted Uryū to ride him, but he also wanted to make sure that nothing happened to change Uryū's hole. He bit his lip and sucked in his bottom lip, looking at Uryū. "Whatever you want, babe."
Triumph put a warm flush on the Quincy's cheeks and he bent his head, licking the head clean and then sucking the pool of pre-come off his skin with a noisy slurp, giving Ichigo a wink as he got up to his knees, picking up the condom and rolling it down the Soul Reaper's cock with short strokes of his fingertips. Ichigo groaned at the Quincy's teasing touch, panting shallowly. He had no idea that the uptight Quincy had it in him to be so dirty.
He watched as Uryū coated him with a little bit of lube.
"Um, babe, maybe you should use a little more?"
"It's fine," Uryū said, scrambling up on his knees over the Soul Reaper's hips. "Sometimes, I don't want to have all that lube, it's too slick."
Ichigo bit his lip. "But—"
"Shhh, Ichigo, let me do this," Uryū said, grabbing a hold of the Soul Reaper's cock and sitting down hard on him.
"HOLY FUCK!" Ichigo shouted, hands clenched into fists as he stared wildly up at Uryū. "Uryū, that's—"
"Oh God!" Uryū let out a heady moan, arching his back as he started to gyrate on the orange haired boy's cock.
Ichigo panted, trying to hips under control. "Quincy—FUCKING HELL!"
Uryū let out a deep, throaty purr as he leaned back, hands grabbing the orange haired boy's thighs as he fucked himself in short and fast movements. He flung his head back and literally bounced on Ichigo's cock, twisting his hips. "Oh God! This is—this is—oh God!"
"Babe, you could—"
Uryū made some kind of high pitched scream as he pretty much just sat back on the Soul Reaper's thighs, pulling his legs free so that his feet were by the Soul Reaper's sides. He used the new leverage to roughly drag his ass up and down, not caring about anything but how he could get the Soul Reaper's cock to push against his prostate.
He never knew that Uryū was such a greedy little bottom.
"Oh God, Ichigo—why—why don't you fuck me like this?" Uryū cried out and rocked against Ichigo.
Ichigo pressed his face against his arm, biting into the fleshy part, moaning. "Uryū, come on—"
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
"Fuck! I can't—babe, I can't—I have to—I need—"
"Fucking do it!" Uryū shouted, bracing himself.
Uryū slammed his hips down hard against Ichigo. They were both going to have bruises from this.
"Babe, slow down!"
"Want it like this."
Ichigo gasped and gave an experimental thrust of his hips. It felt so good – the Quincy's weight and his tight hole moving up and down on his cock. Ichigo thought he could feel the drag of the Quincy's opening over the rolled edge of the condom and down the bottom half of his cock. He thought it felt like hot, wet silk. He thought—ohh fuck it!
He gritted his teeth and put his feet flat on the bed, jerking up so that he was setting the pace now, thrusting into Uryū hard and fast and rough.
Ichigo growled. "Fuck yes."
He moaned when Uryū sat down and then started to undulate his hips, back arched and holding on to the orange haired boy's knees.
"Don't hurt yourself."
Uryū growled and gave Ichigo a hot and dirty look, licking that full bottom lip as he got back on his knees and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed over Ichigo. He bit his lip and thrust his hips back and forth, hard and fast and sloppy, no rhythm to it at all, and Ichigo bit his tongue as he flung his head back, bracing his heels against the bed as he lifted his hips to meet the archer's every move, hands twisting on the neckties around his wrists as he fucked the archer's hole, feeling the slide of the archer's muscles tightening and clenching around his cock.
"Get yourself off. Come on me, you slut," Ichigo hissed at him.
Uryū wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked off frantically. Ichigo watched the rosy red head of the Quincy's cock appearing and disappearing in the archer's tight grip. He pulled on himself rough and dirty as Ichigo kept fucking up into him.
"Coming—" Uryū said, breathlessly.
He looked into the archer's eyes, dark and predatory, his hair sticking to his forehead as his mouth dropped open, staring at Ichigo with something that looked like pain, then shock, then awe, and then intense pleasure; he squeezed his eyes shut as he sprayed his come on the orange haired boy's stomach and chest.
Ichigo jerked his hips faster and faster, the slap slap slap of their flesh loud and dirty, mixed in with the sounds of the archer's moans and the Soul Reaper's growls. He was going to fuck that pretty pink hole, he was going to drill Uryū right to the edge, he was going to get his big cock inside his boy and he was going to show Uryū exactly what it meant to get fucked.
"Oh Lord," Uryū whimpered. "Yes, yes, yes…"
He moaned, closing his eyes, flinging his head back on the pillows, letting loose as he felt the white-hot rush of pleasure move through him like a wave. He thrust his hips against Uryū, rising off the bed and holding in the air as he came inside of Uryū, his muscles seizing and trembling.
"Jesus," Ichigo choked out, gasping. He fell on the bed, the Quincy's weight holding him down on the bed. "Hmmm…God, Ishida—"
Uryū snickered, falling on top of Ichigo, dead weight.
"Okay, you win. We can do this again any time you want."
He laughed against the orange haired boy's chest, panting breathlessly and maybe even drooling a little on his skin.
"You okay, babe?"
"You're not in any pain?" Ichigo said, looking down at him.
Uryū breathed heavily and moved his face so that he could prop his chin against the Soul Reaper's chest and look up at him. "No, I'm good."
Ichigo smiled, lazy and sated and happy. "You gonna let me go any time soon?"
"Mmm, maybe. Why, what's the rush?"
"I just want to look and check that your hole is okay."
Uryū laughed and he hid his blushing face against Ichigo's chest. "Jeez, Ichigo…"
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