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Character/Pairing Uryuu Ishida/Ichigo Kurosaki
Rating R or Mature
Warning none!
Wordcount 279
Note I don't think I possess the ability to write any fanfic for Bleach that isn't porn.
The idiot hadn't even bothered to take off his glasses, and every so often, simply due to the uncontrolled jerkingwrithingshaking of their bodies as they moved in rhythm, that mechanical Quincy hand of his would have to push them back up the bridge of his nose. It would have been endearing to someone else, probably, but mostly it just pissed Ichigo off.
"Fuck, 'Shida, take the fuckin' things off." But he would just moan and shudder and fool the Shinigami into thinking he was about to come, only he never did. This guy was a fuckin' maniac. And he refused to bottom.
Ichigo, sprawled almost lazily all over his own bed, tried to sneak a large hand up to take them from the Quincy's face, and was promptly swatted away. The crease between his eyebrows deepened, and his skin heated up just those few extra degrees to finally get Ishida's attention. He stopped all movement, that even, tempered friction in Ichigo's ass coming to such a sudden halt that he actually found himself protesting the very actions he himself had caused. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"With your reiatsu. It's distracting if you're just going to lay there and sulk."
"So just take 'em off, then, and I'll stop and you can fuck me for days."
"No."
"The hell do you even need 'em for right now anyway!"
Ishida grinned and Ichigo didn't like it. Ishida leaned in close and Ichigo liked that even less, except for the way it forced him to reenter, sliding in just enough for Ichigo to get the warm, stickiness of Ishida's balls pressed into his perineum. "Because it pisses you off."
Character/Pairing Uryuu Ishida/Ichigo Kurosaki
Rating R or Mature
Warning none!
Wordcount 279
Note I don't think I possess the ability to write any fanfic for Bleach that isn't porn.
The idiot hadn't even bothered to take off his glasses, and every so often, simply due to the uncontrolled jerkingwrithingshaking of their bodies as they moved in rhythm, that mechanical Quincy hand of his would have to push them back up the bridge of his nose. It would have been endearing to someone else, probably, but mostly it just pissed Ichigo off.
"Fuck, 'Shida, take the fuckin' things off." But he would just moan and shudder and fool the Shinigami into thinking he was about to come, only he never did. This guy was a fuckin' maniac. And he refused to bottom.
Ichigo, sprawled almost lazily all over his own bed, tried to sneak a large hand up to take them from the Quincy's face, and was promptly swatted away. The crease between his eyebrows deepened, and his skin heated up just those few extra degrees to finally get Ishida's attention. He stopped all movement, that even, tempered friction in Ichigo's ass coming to such a sudden halt that he actually found himself protesting the very actions he himself had caused. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"With your reiatsu. It's distracting if you're just going to lay there and sulk."
"So just take 'em off, then, and I'll stop and you can fuck me for days."
"No."
"The hell do you even need 'em for right now anyway!"
Ishida grinned and Ichigo didn't like it. Ishida leaned in close and Ichigo liked that even less, except for the way it forced him to reenter, sliding in just enough for Ichigo to get the warm, stickiness of Ishida's balls pressed into his perineum. "Because it pisses you off."