[Bleach] :: fanfiction.
Title: Starry Night
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x Ishida Uryu
Rating/Warning/Word count: Nc-17/Frotting/ 1,011
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Bleach
Summary: Kurosaki and Ishida meet up in the park.
Notes: for citrus_taste summer challenge. Comments and con-crit are appreciated.
The western horizon was a blaze of rich oranges and pinks, the bright clear blue of day disappearing only to be replaced by the rich deep dark or twilight. The sun hovered on the horizon, Ishida’s eyes watering as he watched, minutes stretching impossibly long before he blinked. In that instant, the sun slid beneath the horizon. All around him the shadows lengthened, stretching out as people hurried home from work, the streets clearing of children as they were called to dinner. It was still uncomfortably warm outside, and since the apartment’s air condition had not yet been fixed, Ishida knew that his home would be even warmer.
Ishida lay back, stretching out on the grass. The gentle slope of the hill provided support and the perfect angle to look up at the sky. A few stars dotted the deep blue expanse above him, more slowly appearing as it got darker. It was quiet and peaceful, the grass cool under his body. He tipped his head back, attention drawn from the night sky to a presence nearby.
"How long do you intend to stand there, Kurosaki?"
Rather than responding, Kurosaki moved closer, settling on the grass next to him. Ishida’s eyes were inexplicably drawn to the curve of Kurosaki’s neck as he too, looked up. "It’s supposed to be hotter tomorrow."
They were close together, Kurosaki’s body heat washing over Ishida, the comfortable silence broken by the rustle of a plastic bag. Ishida flinched when a bottle was pressed to his chest, condensation soaking through his thin shirt. He sat up as Kurosaki opened one for himself. The juice was cold, Ishida barely controlling the urge to gulp it down all at once. He set the bottle in the grass next to him, turning to Kurosaki.
The kiss surprised him, Kurosaki’s mouth mashed against his, lips sticky and sugary sweet from the drink. Before he could respond, Kurosaki pulled away. Ishida licked his lips, the saccharine taste of cherry paired with the feeling of Kurosaki’s lips against his overwhelmed him. He blinked, focusing on the other boy’s face. Their mouths centimeters apart, Kurosaki’s breath against his face, the sharp press of hipbones against his, a soft grunt coming from Ishida as Kurosaki pushed him back down to the ground, crawling over him.
Kurosaki’s fingers traced along his face, tipping his chin up, thumb smoothing over Ishida’s lower lip. The second kiss was easier, Kurosaki’s fingers sliding into his hair, Ishida’s mouth opening under Kurosaki’s. Sticky sweet kisses gave way to wet heat, Ishida’s glasses pulled from his face, set out of the way, kiss deepening. Ishida’s hands slid up Kurosaki’s back, groaning as the other boy jerked his hips, body reacting to the slow grind.
Ishida shivered, Kurosaki’s hands easing his sweat soaked t-shirt up, goose-bumps rising on the exposed skin. Teeth nipped at Ishida’s jaw, wet kisses trailing down his neck, Kurosaki moaning softly as his kisses moved down Ishida’s body. Kurosaki’s mouth closed over one of Ishida’s nipples, tongue toying with it, calloused fingers rolling the other nipple. Ishida groaned, body arching up under Kurosaki, his hands grasping at the other boy’s ass. Kurosaki pressed closer, the rub of rough denim against Ishida’s skin, the shooting thrill of Kurosaki’s erection, heavy and hard, against his own.
Their movements were clumsy, rushed, Kurosaki rubbing against Ishida who spread his legs, accommodating the other boy. Breathless, panting, kisses smeared against skin, the press of teeth against Ishida’s collar bone. Ishida’s hands tugging violently in orange hair, head tipping back, Kurosaki’s mouth latched to his throat, teeth and tongue working over the pulse point. Kurosaki’s hands gripped Ishida’s hips, urging the boy to rock against him.
Kurosaki thrust against him, the sound of cloth rubbing against cloth, the way Kurosaki was panting, the shaky whisper of his name overwhelmed Ishida. He clutched to the other boy, legs wrapped around Kurosaki’s hips, his hands skimming up the other boy’s back, blunt nails scraping over hot skin. Kurosaki tensed, lower lip caught between his teeth, body releasing in a series of slow shivers. Warmth pooled between them, Ishida caught up again in the way Kurosaki’s body curved, head tipped back, mouth moving, as he came.
Ishida blinked, Kurosaki’s weight settling fully on him, the other boy’s hips moving lazily against his. Kurosaki’s lips brushed against his ear as he whispered, hands skimming along Ishida’s body. Kurosaki’s voice was thick, words slurred slightly as he murmured against Ishida’s skin. Kisses once more trailed along Ishida’s jaw, Kurosaki’s mouth easing over his, tongue pushing past Ishida’s lips, kiss turning possessive- demanding. Ishida’s moan was swallowed up by the kiss, his own body tensing, the slow spiral of heat in his belly tightening maddeningly slow. His body trembled as he came, wrapping tighter around Kurosaki, nipping at the other boy’s lower lip, breathless, as low needy sounds spilled from his mouth.
Kurosaki stayed sprawled out on top of him. Ishida’s hold on the boy’s shirt slowly lessening. His breathing returned to normal, along with rational thoughts. Ishida winced, shifting under Kurosaki. Ishida frowned, his pants sticky, a wet patch at his hip from when Kurosaki came. Ishida closed his eyes, feeling the slow burn of a blush when Kurosaki looked at him before rolling onto the grass next to him. Minutes stretched between them, impossibly long, the silence nearly tangible. Cautiously, Ishida opened his eyes, focusing on the sky, rather than the boy next to him.
Stars dotted the deep blue night sky, constellations both familiar, and calming, Ishida relaxed. Kurosaki was quiet next to him, warmth radiating off of the other boy. Slowly, Ishida sat up, adjusted his shirt, startled when Kurosaki’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, tugging him back down to the grass. They were closer together, Kurosaki’s hand moving slightly, fingers lacing together with his. Ishida swallowed thickly, his heart pounding too fast in his chest, mind already spinning with possibilities. Ishida cleared his throat, opened his mouth to speak, voice failing him when Kurosaki’s thumb gently rubbed across the back of his hand.
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x Ishida Uryu
Rating/Warning/Word count: Nc-17/Frotting/ 1,011
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Bleach
Summary: Kurosaki and Ishida meet up in the park.
Notes: for citrus_taste summer challenge. Comments and con-crit are appreciated.
The western horizon was a blaze of rich oranges and pinks, the bright clear blue of day disappearing only to be replaced by the rich deep dark or twilight. The sun hovered on the horizon, Ishida’s eyes watering as he watched, minutes stretching impossibly long before he blinked. In that instant, the sun slid beneath the horizon. All around him the shadows lengthened, stretching out as people hurried home from work, the streets clearing of children as they were called to dinner. It was still uncomfortably warm outside, and since the apartment’s air condition had not yet been fixed, Ishida knew that his home would be even warmer.
Ishida lay back, stretching out on the grass. The gentle slope of the hill provided support and the perfect angle to look up at the sky. A few stars dotted the deep blue expanse above him, more slowly appearing as it got darker. It was quiet and peaceful, the grass cool under his body. He tipped his head back, attention drawn from the night sky to a presence nearby.
"How long do you intend to stand there, Kurosaki?"
Rather than responding, Kurosaki moved closer, settling on the grass next to him. Ishida’s eyes were inexplicably drawn to the curve of Kurosaki’s neck as he too, looked up. "It’s supposed to be hotter tomorrow."
They were close together, Kurosaki’s body heat washing over Ishida, the comfortable silence broken by the rustle of a plastic bag. Ishida flinched when a bottle was pressed to his chest, condensation soaking through his thin shirt. He sat up as Kurosaki opened one for himself. The juice was cold, Ishida barely controlling the urge to gulp it down all at once. He set the bottle in the grass next to him, turning to Kurosaki.
The kiss surprised him, Kurosaki’s mouth mashed against his, lips sticky and sugary sweet from the drink. Before he could respond, Kurosaki pulled away. Ishida licked his lips, the saccharine taste of cherry paired with the feeling of Kurosaki’s lips against his overwhelmed him. He blinked, focusing on the other boy’s face. Their mouths centimeters apart, Kurosaki’s breath against his face, the sharp press of hipbones against his, a soft grunt coming from Ishida as Kurosaki pushed him back down to the ground, crawling over him.
Kurosaki’s fingers traced along his face, tipping his chin up, thumb smoothing over Ishida’s lower lip. The second kiss was easier, Kurosaki’s fingers sliding into his hair, Ishida’s mouth opening under Kurosaki’s. Sticky sweet kisses gave way to wet heat, Ishida’s glasses pulled from his face, set out of the way, kiss deepening. Ishida’s hands slid up Kurosaki’s back, groaning as the other boy jerked his hips, body reacting to the slow grind.
Ishida shivered, Kurosaki’s hands easing his sweat soaked t-shirt up, goose-bumps rising on the exposed skin. Teeth nipped at Ishida’s jaw, wet kisses trailing down his neck, Kurosaki moaning softly as his kisses moved down Ishida’s body. Kurosaki’s mouth closed over one of Ishida’s nipples, tongue toying with it, calloused fingers rolling the other nipple. Ishida groaned, body arching up under Kurosaki, his hands grasping at the other boy’s ass. Kurosaki pressed closer, the rub of rough denim against Ishida’s skin, the shooting thrill of Kurosaki’s erection, heavy and hard, against his own.
Their movements were clumsy, rushed, Kurosaki rubbing against Ishida who spread his legs, accommodating the other boy. Breathless, panting, kisses smeared against skin, the press of teeth against Ishida’s collar bone. Ishida’s hands tugging violently in orange hair, head tipping back, Kurosaki’s mouth latched to his throat, teeth and tongue working over the pulse point. Kurosaki’s hands gripped Ishida’s hips, urging the boy to rock against him.
Kurosaki thrust against him, the sound of cloth rubbing against cloth, the way Kurosaki was panting, the shaky whisper of his name overwhelmed Ishida. He clutched to the other boy, legs wrapped around Kurosaki’s hips, his hands skimming up the other boy’s back, blunt nails scraping over hot skin. Kurosaki tensed, lower lip caught between his teeth, body releasing in a series of slow shivers. Warmth pooled between them, Ishida caught up again in the way Kurosaki’s body curved, head tipped back, mouth moving, as he came.
Ishida blinked, Kurosaki’s weight settling fully on him, the other boy’s hips moving lazily against his. Kurosaki’s lips brushed against his ear as he whispered, hands skimming along Ishida’s body. Kurosaki’s voice was thick, words slurred slightly as he murmured against Ishida’s skin. Kisses once more trailed along Ishida’s jaw, Kurosaki’s mouth easing over his, tongue pushing past Ishida’s lips, kiss turning possessive- demanding. Ishida’s moan was swallowed up by the kiss, his own body tensing, the slow spiral of heat in his belly tightening maddeningly slow. His body trembled as he came, wrapping tighter around Kurosaki, nipping at the other boy’s lower lip, breathless, as low needy sounds spilled from his mouth.
Kurosaki stayed sprawled out on top of him. Ishida’s hold on the boy’s shirt slowly lessening. His breathing returned to normal, along with rational thoughts. Ishida winced, shifting under Kurosaki. Ishida frowned, his pants sticky, a wet patch at his hip from when Kurosaki came. Ishida closed his eyes, feeling the slow burn of a blush when Kurosaki looked at him before rolling onto the grass next to him. Minutes stretched between them, impossibly long, the silence nearly tangible. Cautiously, Ishida opened his eyes, focusing on the sky, rather than the boy next to him.
Stars dotted the deep blue night sky, constellations both familiar, and calming, Ishida relaxed. Kurosaki was quiet next to him, warmth radiating off of the other boy. Slowly, Ishida sat up, adjusted his shirt, startled when Kurosaki’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, tugging him back down to the grass. They were closer together, Kurosaki’s hand moving slightly, fingers lacing together with his. Ishida swallowed thickly, his heart pounding too fast in his chest, mind already spinning with possibilities. Ishida cleared his throat, opened his mouth to speak, voice failing him when Kurosaki’s thumb gently rubbed across the back of his hand.