Fic: Morning
Title: Morning
Words: 1,158
Rating: K+
Warning: teasing,
Summary: Getting up early in the morning was always difficult, but add a perverted blonde to all the well know factors and you can call it Mission Impossible. Unless you’re a manipulative uke, of course.
Beta: FreakinMi/King/Mater/Lord/Frea-sama/Sensei
A/N: 7th in the Cuddling Time series. I had so much devious fun with this one. I could let loose the little devil residing in me and let him play and tease as much as he liked. Ah, the fic is pure me, I dare say ^^.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP THWACK
The alarm clock died in the line of duty, smashed by a tanned fist, but still managed to fulfill its last task; waking Ichigo up. The teen would forever be grateful for its commitment… Or maybe he would forget about it within the next few minutes when he’d have to clean up the clock’s metal guts scattered all over the tatami mats cursing and hopping on one leg from stepping on one of its pieces.
Ichigo opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to get rid of the remnants of sleep as he stretched much like a cat and tried to roll out of bed. That, however, wouldn’t go as easy as he hoped for due to a lean arm thrown around his waist and a leg tangled with his own, both keeping him in place as the body snuggled close to him, then stirred and brought them even closer.
”Mm... Good mornin’...” Kisuke muttered against the back of his head, his voice hoarse from sleep.
“Morning.” Ichigo answered trying to untangle himself from his lover’s firm grip.
The blonde just strengthened his hold as he nuzzled the orange tresses and began kissing and nipping his way from Ichigo’s nape towards his ear. The teenager kept on struggling, not even pausing when he got questioned.
“What are you doing?” Urahara’s husky voice tickled his ear.
“Getting up.”
“Why?” Kisuke mumbled with a mouthful of Ichigo’s earlobe.
“It’s Monday, I have school.” He panted out. It was beginning to be difficult to actually mean what he just said.
“So?”
“Some of us have classes to attend to.” He huffed slumping against Kisuke’s chest ceasing to struggle for the moment.
“You don’t have to. I could be your private tutor.” Kisuke whispered sultrily into his ear before moving lower to abuse the skin of his neck.
Ichigo snorted.
“Pff, as if I’d ever agree to that.”
“Why not? I think it’s a splendid idea.” Urahara purred pausing for a moment long enough to leave a mark on his Strawberry’s long neck. “You wouldn’t have to spend long, boring hours glued to a chair in a class full of half-asleep teenagers barely listening to the monotonous voice of the teacher. We’d be all alone, just you and a hot Sensei exclusively for you. We could go through your homework together and you wouldn’t have to get up so early. In fact, you wouldn’t have to leave the bed at all. I’d take good care of your education.”
Ichigo couldn’t help but laugh at that. He could imagine pretty well what sort of ‘education’ that would be. “My point exactly. Now, let me go.”
“I don’t want to. You’re so nice and warm.” The blonde planted a kiss on the mark he left and nuzzled his neck.
“I said ‘let go’.” The teenager’s stubborn nature kicked in. And what he set his mind on he’d get. Always.
The struggle began anew.
“Do you really have to go?” Kisuke tried again not deterred his leg pushing in between the teenager’s tights.
“You know damn well I have to, stop asking stupid questions and release me so I can take a shower and get dressed.”
“But I like you naked.”
“Sure you do. And I’d love to stay and play with you, but I’ll be late if you don’t let me get out of bed this instant.” The orange headed teen replied, the tone of his voice not leaving any place for objection. “Kisuke.”
“Fine.”
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When Ichigo came back from his shower already dressed (there was no way he’d change clothes in the same room as the perverted blonde, it would only lead to him not going to school at all) his lover was still sprawled in bed hugging the teenager’s pillow close. The orange head couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He went over to the bed and nudged the blonde with his hand. “Kisuke.”
“Hm?” Came the sleepy reply.
“Won’t you wish me a nice day and give me my ‘good bye’ kiss?” Yes, you got that right, Ichigo just asked for a kiss. He still marveled at it at times, but being with Kisuke for more than a year now made him bolder, more daring. And most of the time the shopkeeper couldn’t complain. Unless of course it turned into teasing. Ichigo had that art down to perfection.
“You don’t deserve one.” The blonde mumbled into the pillow.
“No?” Ichigo smirked.
“No.”
“If you say so.” So Urahara thought that pouting would work? Fat chance.
The eldest Kurosaki sibling stood up, grabbed his bag and didn’t even get to make a step out of the room before lean arms caught him and brought him close to the naked body behind him.
“What do you want?” The teenager asked with a smirk well aware of what was it that his lover wanted.
“You forgot something.”
“And what would that be?” Asked the teen while turning around to face the blonde dropping his bag to the floor and hooking his arms behind the older man’s neck.
“A ‘see you later’ kiss.” Kisuke answered in a suave voice before leaning in. He didn’t get to taste Ichigo’s lips, however, as a long finger stopped him in his track.
“I didn’t forget. It’s you who said I don’t deserve one not even a minute ago so beat it, Geta-boushi, you lost you chance.” Point for Ichigo. Two could play the game of denying.
“But if I don’t give you one you’ll get all moody and won’t be able to focus during lessons and that might earn you detention.” Urahara mumbled against the finger. “We don’t want you to spend more time at school than necessary.”
“Oh, so it’s me who won’t be able to stop thinking about it?”
“Yes, so move that finger so I can make sure you won’t get distracted.” The blonde said before licking the digit in question.
“You’re right. I can’t let myself become unable to focus because of something like that. I can’t let myself daydream during classes, imagine your lips on mine in a fierce kiss, moving along mine in a sensual dance, your tongue exploring my mouth thoroughly, inch by inch as I moan into the kiss over and over and can’t get enough of you.” Ichigo withdrew his finger and leaned closer, his lips now a breath away from Kisuke’s. “I can’t let those images get in my way so from now on I think that I should start practicing the art of self-denial.” And with that he moved away and out of Urahara’s embrace.
“What?” The blonde asked bewildered.
“I really should thank you for pointing that out.”
“No, Kurosaki-kun, I didn’t mean it like that.” Urahara tried to take him in his arms again, but the teen was quick to make his exit.
“See you later, Kisuke.” Ichigo called barely able to suppress his laughter.
“Ichigo!”