Hahaha.
Since the whole hype over the BLEACH kink meme has died down, I figure it's safe to go ahead and just post what I wrote, as far as IchiKei is concerned. :O
Will link back to the kink-meme for reference, but I'm also posting them in full here for archiving purposes ( also in case it gets deleted some day )
Phone Sex
word count: didn't bother lol
rating: R ( maybe even go as far as NC-17 )
warnings: well, phone sex, for one ( lol ), swearing, graphic masturbating, I guess!
pairings: just IchiKei
summary: No real point. Just phone sex.
link: here.
Keigo panted into the receiver lavishly, and Ichigo could hear something that could have been likened to a creak in the background as his hand snaked down the front of his pants and unzipped them. A quick rustle of fabric--he couldn't tell what it was--and Keigo was back to what he did best.
"Ichigo," Keigo started, his voice unusually low--holy hell that was hot--as he spoke in a jagged manner, the rapid succession of air in and out of his lungs making his words delayed, "I want.. you.. to fuck me."
Ichigo turned his head slightly as he groaned loudly into half of a pillow, his throbbing cock already cradled in his hand as he worked himself slowly. Just the panting alone was doing it for him, but words helped all the same. He shifted his legs on his bed, those tight pants shoved down to his knees. He wasn't good at dirty talk--he was no pervert like Keigo--so he chuckled instead, offering a shaky, "Y-yeah?" in response.
"Y-yeah.." Keigo repeated, though significantly more lustful and needy. His breath puffed against the receiver and more rustling could be heard. Ichigo damn well didn't know what he was doing, but the mystery just seemed to make it all the better.
"uhn," Ichigo didn't know how else to reply to that, so he busied himself with his erection by picking up his pace, "God damn.." He murmured, hips rocking as he imagined Keigo, naked, in his room, his. His Keigo, his. Grabbing him by the hips, throwing him down, fucking the life out of him. Fucking him where everyone could see, fucking him anywhere, everywhere.
An airy laugh came from Keigo's end as his panting and gasping peaked, "Oh, God, please.. I want you to.. fuck me over.. a desk at.. school.." He moaned loudly, more intensely than he had before, making it obvious that he was probably in the same position Ichigo was, hands down the front of his pants and rapidly jerking himself off. It was a nice image for Ichigo and added onto the need to hear him orgasm.
"I will," Ichigo said suddenly, bravely. The smirk on his face could be heard in his voice as he stroked himself harder, "I'll fuck you over the teacher's desk after class," he knew he'd be embarrassed by that later, but there was no need to worry about that as he felt himself peak. Keigo's voice purred and vibrated approval and need against his reddened ear, the rustling and breathing increasing tenfold.
And Keigo never seemed to be the type, but Ichigo rather liked how he went on about how much he wanted to be pushed against the blackboard, how much he wanted him to leave marks, bruises, hickies all over him for everyone to see. This information was more than enough to set him off, his vocal cords straining as he moaned wantonly; his hair matted down against his face and his hips arched upwards, his orgasm spurting against his stomach, carried by Keigo's name.
"G-God, I love it when you do that," Keigo breathed, words slipping away again and replaced by a concentrated groan and a "Oh, fuck," before Ichigo realized his friend had just came and that meant they had just had phone-sex.
"..." Crap. Add this onto the growing lists of things he'd never hear the end of.
I wrote a sequel in the same thread. Here it be~
roughly
word count: didn't bother lol
rating: NC-17
warnings: graphic sex, swearing.
pairings: just IchiKei
summary: follow-up to the above story.
link: here.
He was always so Goddamn loud, no matter what they were doing. Of course, in certain situations, it was perfectly fine--using the term loosely--to be a blathering idiot, but this was a tad different. They weren't out around town, they weren't at either of their houses, they weren't at the arcade.
They were at school and they were continuing the "conversation" from the night previous.
Ichigo grunted as he held Keigo down against the smooth, white surface of Ochi-sensei's desk by a bony hip with one hand, the deft fingers of the other prodding and scissoring at his tight entrance.
They were supposed to be cleaning, but neither of the boys had held those damn brooms for more than a minute after class ended.
Keigo bit down on his lip and muttered, "F-fuck..." his knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Ichigo grunted in frustration; it was hard to keep him still. He kept squirming and moving and it was all very distracting. Granted, Keigo had every reason to be writhing like some two-cent whore, given that they were actually doing something about that little fantasy of his, rather than just talking about it. Ichigo was more than a bit nervous; they barely waited more than five minutes after everyone had left the room before the whole idea of it all shattered their resolve. Keigo's mouth had been hot and impatient as he had kissed him, guiding him to the front of the room and clawing at his button-down shirt. Ichigo knew how much he loved sex--as did everyone else on the damn planet--, but hell if he had ever seen him react so aggressively before.
"Ju-just.." Keigo started a thought and never finished, hips already gently rocking against Ichigo's fingers, head thumping against the cold desktop. Impatient as ever, Ichigo thought bitterly. Well, fine. He said nothing as he withdrew his fingers, slick with lotion they had found in the middle drawer; Ochi-sensei must have had dry skin or something.
Hasty preparation completed, Ichigo finally pushed himself forward into that tight heat, Keigo's back arching wildly as his hands clawed at the desk. Adam's apple bobbed as he moaned loudly, Ichigo's teeth sinking into his neck and making the marks he wanted so badly. They should have been quiet, but hell, this was just too much. The random phone-sex from a night ago, the glances during class, the tension between the two of them during lunch that Mizuiro had commented on offhandedly. The way Keigo bit his lip during gym class as they changed in the locker room, the way Ichigo tried not to stare at his ass. All of that lust and impatience had built up inside of them and was rushing out almost violently at the first opportunity that was laid before them.
Keigo spread his legs further apart as his hips rocked along with Ichigo's initial thrusts, which were slow and meant to serve as an opportunity to allow him to adjust. Unfortunately, Keigo was far too horny, too painfully hard to care about such things; he wanted it hard, fast, rough and now. "H-harder, damnit!" He commanded--shit, he was ordering him around--, thin hands gripping at the edge of the desk as he braced himself for the redhead's response. There was a brief hesitation before Ichigo complied, rough and fast as Keigo had requested, chest pressing down against his back as he slammed himself into his lithe body. The desk inched slightly along the smooth floor with an ignored squeak, Keigo moaning his approval as his head knocked back, burgeoning erection pushing against the cold drawer beneath him.
"Shit, Keigo," Ichigo hissed, leaning forward to bite down on his shoulder--the shirt was all but torn by then, sliding off those deliciously thin arms and gathering around his chest. His chest... that was nice, too. Ichigo slipped a hand up from its position on those hips, reaching in front of Keigo's body to feel and grope at his chest. Fingers found a hardened nipple and started working it roughly, ignoring the sharp cry of pain it elicited from the brunette as he knew it was exactly what he wanted.
Exactly; rough was what Keigo wanted and now that he was getting it, fucked over that stupid desk he usually ignored during the day, he was at the point where any little touch, any shove, bite, pinch or grab was going to drive him over the edge. He bit down on his lip again, shoving himself backwards and against Ichigo's pelvis, demanding and needing to come. Ichigo was overwhelmed by his fervor and enthusiasm, but didn't intend to allow that to show. In a swift movement, he wedged his leg between Keigo and the desk, the rapid succession of his driving combined with Keigo's moaning and whimpering enough to send him into a hard orgasm, fingers clawing at his hip and chest as he pounded out a few final thrust against Keigo's prostate.
"Nnhh.. Ichigo!" Keigo's body shook and quivered as he followed, utterly spent as the bruising edge of the desk dug into his flat stomach, come spurting against the handle of the drawer where Ochi-sensei kept her grading key.
So yeah. 8D
There was another, but I wrote that one for a friend so~
Will link back to the kink-meme for reference, but I'm also posting them in full here for archiving purposes ( also in case it gets deleted some day )
Phone Sex
word count: didn't bother lol
rating: R ( maybe even go as far as NC-17 )
warnings: well, phone sex, for one ( lol ), swearing, graphic masturbating, I guess!
pairings: just IchiKei
summary: No real point. Just phone sex.
link: here.
Keigo panted into the receiver lavishly, and Ichigo could hear something that could have been likened to a creak in the background as his hand snaked down the front of his pants and unzipped them. A quick rustle of fabric--he couldn't tell what it was--and Keigo was back to what he did best.
"Ichigo," Keigo started, his voice unusually low--holy hell that was hot--as he spoke in a jagged manner, the rapid succession of air in and out of his lungs making his words delayed, "I want.. you.. to fuck me."
Ichigo turned his head slightly as he groaned loudly into half of a pillow, his throbbing cock already cradled in his hand as he worked himself slowly. Just the panting alone was doing it for him, but words helped all the same. He shifted his legs on his bed, those tight pants shoved down to his knees. He wasn't good at dirty talk--he was no pervert like Keigo--so he chuckled instead, offering a shaky, "Y-yeah?" in response.
"Y-yeah.." Keigo repeated, though significantly more lustful and needy. His breath puffed against the receiver and more rustling could be heard. Ichigo damn well didn't know what he was doing, but the mystery just seemed to make it all the better.
"uhn," Ichigo didn't know how else to reply to that, so he busied himself with his erection by picking up his pace, "God damn.." He murmured, hips rocking as he imagined Keigo, naked, in his room, his. His Keigo, his. Grabbing him by the hips, throwing him down, fucking the life out of him. Fucking him where everyone could see, fucking him anywhere, everywhere.
An airy laugh came from Keigo's end as his panting and gasping peaked, "Oh, God, please.. I want you to.. fuck me over.. a desk at.. school.." He moaned loudly, more intensely than he had before, making it obvious that he was probably in the same position Ichigo was, hands down the front of his pants and rapidly jerking himself off. It was a nice image for Ichigo and added onto the need to hear him orgasm.
"I will," Ichigo said suddenly, bravely. The smirk on his face could be heard in his voice as he stroked himself harder, "I'll fuck you over the teacher's desk after class," he knew he'd be embarrassed by that later, but there was no need to worry about that as he felt himself peak. Keigo's voice purred and vibrated approval and need against his reddened ear, the rustling and breathing increasing tenfold.
And Keigo never seemed to be the type, but Ichigo rather liked how he went on about how much he wanted to be pushed against the blackboard, how much he wanted him to leave marks, bruises, hickies all over him for everyone to see. This information was more than enough to set him off, his vocal cords straining as he moaned wantonly; his hair matted down against his face and his hips arched upwards, his orgasm spurting against his stomach, carried by Keigo's name.
"G-God, I love it when you do that," Keigo breathed, words slipping away again and replaced by a concentrated groan and a "Oh, fuck," before Ichigo realized his friend had just came and that meant they had just had phone-sex.
"..." Crap. Add this onto the growing lists of things he'd never hear the end of.
I wrote a sequel in the same thread. Here it be~
roughly
word count: didn't bother lol
rating: NC-17
warnings: graphic sex, swearing.
pairings: just IchiKei
summary: follow-up to the above story.
link: here.
He was always so Goddamn loud, no matter what they were doing. Of course, in certain situations, it was perfectly fine--using the term loosely--to be a blathering idiot, but this was a tad different. They weren't out around town, they weren't at either of their houses, they weren't at the arcade.
They were at school and they were continuing the "conversation" from the night previous.
Ichigo grunted as he held Keigo down against the smooth, white surface of Ochi-sensei's desk by a bony hip with one hand, the deft fingers of the other prodding and scissoring at his tight entrance.
They were supposed to be cleaning, but neither of the boys had held those damn brooms for more than a minute after class ended.
Keigo bit down on his lip and muttered, "F-fuck..." his knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Ichigo grunted in frustration; it was hard to keep him still. He kept squirming and moving and it was all very distracting. Granted, Keigo had every reason to be writhing like some two-cent whore, given that they were actually doing something about that little fantasy of his, rather than just talking about it. Ichigo was more than a bit nervous; they barely waited more than five minutes after everyone had left the room before the whole idea of it all shattered their resolve. Keigo's mouth had been hot and impatient as he had kissed him, guiding him to the front of the room and clawing at his button-down shirt. Ichigo knew how much he loved sex--as did everyone else on the damn planet--, but hell if he had ever seen him react so aggressively before.
"Ju-just.." Keigo started a thought and never finished, hips already gently rocking against Ichigo's fingers, head thumping against the cold desktop. Impatient as ever, Ichigo thought bitterly. Well, fine. He said nothing as he withdrew his fingers, slick with lotion they had found in the middle drawer; Ochi-sensei must have had dry skin or something.
Hasty preparation completed, Ichigo finally pushed himself forward into that tight heat, Keigo's back arching wildly as his hands clawed at the desk. Adam's apple bobbed as he moaned loudly, Ichigo's teeth sinking into his neck and making the marks he wanted so badly. They should have been quiet, but hell, this was just too much. The random phone-sex from a night ago, the glances during class, the tension between the two of them during lunch that Mizuiro had commented on offhandedly. The way Keigo bit his lip during gym class as they changed in the locker room, the way Ichigo tried not to stare at his ass. All of that lust and impatience had built up inside of them and was rushing out almost violently at the first opportunity that was laid before them.
Keigo spread his legs further apart as his hips rocked along with Ichigo's initial thrusts, which were slow and meant to serve as an opportunity to allow him to adjust. Unfortunately, Keigo was far too horny, too painfully hard to care about such things; he wanted it hard, fast, rough and now. "H-harder, damnit!" He commanded--shit, he was ordering him around--, thin hands gripping at the edge of the desk as he braced himself for the redhead's response. There was a brief hesitation before Ichigo complied, rough and fast as Keigo had requested, chest pressing down against his back as he slammed himself into his lithe body. The desk inched slightly along the smooth floor with an ignored squeak, Keigo moaning his approval as his head knocked back, burgeoning erection pushing against the cold drawer beneath him.
"Shit, Keigo," Ichigo hissed, leaning forward to bite down on his shoulder--the shirt was all but torn by then, sliding off those deliciously thin arms and gathering around his chest. His chest... that was nice, too. Ichigo slipped a hand up from its position on those hips, reaching in front of Keigo's body to feel and grope at his chest. Fingers found a hardened nipple and started working it roughly, ignoring the sharp cry of pain it elicited from the brunette as he knew it was exactly what he wanted.
Exactly; rough was what Keigo wanted and now that he was getting it, fucked over that stupid desk he usually ignored during the day, he was at the point where any little touch, any shove, bite, pinch or grab was going to drive him over the edge. He bit down on his lip again, shoving himself backwards and against Ichigo's pelvis, demanding and needing to come. Ichigo was overwhelmed by his fervor and enthusiasm, but didn't intend to allow that to show. In a swift movement, he wedged his leg between Keigo and the desk, the rapid succession of his driving combined with Keigo's moaning and whimpering enough to send him into a hard orgasm, fingers clawing at his hip and chest as he pounded out a few final thrust against Keigo's prostate.
"Nnhh.. Ichigo!" Keigo's body shook and quivered as he followed, utterly spent as the bruising edge of the desk dug into his flat stomach, come spurting against the handle of the drawer where Ochi-sensei kept her grading key.
So yeah. 8D
There was another, but I wrote that one for a friend so~