Porn for onthefloor, because she deserves it. ♥Title: DirtyFandom: BleachPairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Ishida UryuuRating: NC-17Summary: pornThis was what he lived for. All of this. Every shaky breath, every muffled moan, every smooth, intoxicating inch of skin. His feel, his scent, the breathtaking sight of him on his knees, back curved in a perfect arch, hair fanned across the pillow where his face was buried.Everyone had their obsessions, their little kinks. Ishida, for instance, was utterly infatuated with his muscles. Ichigo loved that hungry, excited spark in his eyes whenever he indulged him, lying prostrate and flexing each muscle as Ishida crawled over him, fawning over every tendon with hot lips and a hotter tongue. He knew this feeling, now; it was the feeling of being worshipped.Worship. It was a concept he barely thought about before he made Ishida his and his alone. Now he felt it in every fiber of his body, could smell it, a heady and strong scent, on the air.Hed been thinking about it, one sunny day. Dating. Girls. Sex. Love. He thought about it like hed never thought about it before in his life. (And truthfully, to some extent, he hadnt.) He wanted to know what he liked, what made him tick. He thought he might be bi. Or not. Was it important? Ichigo decided that he wasnt attracted to gender. He was attracted to beauty, a certain type of sexiness in appearance and personality.And that day was the very same day he realized that Ishida Uryuu was exactly his type. Too caught up in his thoughts to give a damn about what he was doing, Ichigo had stared blatantly as Ishida changed his shorts for P.E., and suddenly wondered what it would be like to push Ishida up against the locker, tear off his tight, white briefs, and rub his cock in between the taut cheeks of his ass. It would be pretty damn awesome, if his immediate erection had anything to say about it. And so, also on that day, Ichigo had fallen in love point blank with Ishidas small, round, white, sexy as hell behind. It wasnt until later that he fell in love with the owner of said behind.Hence, Ichigos obsession; Ishidas perfect ass, which he worshipped often and quite fervently.He hadnt even taken off his uniform yet. Hed been daydreaming about it during class all day; this very sight before him. When he first learned about anal sex, his immediate reaction was a slight revulsion. Wasnt that dirty? Ishida was anything but dirty, though. Ichigo suspected that due to his little obsession, Ishida had taken on a rather thorough routine of keeping himself clean, perfect, ready. Ichigo secretly loved that prim and proper attitude about him, like he could make the world a better place if only he kept the table clean and the bookshelf organized and the split-ends trimmed. Like how he kept lube in the most convenient of places, how he always had a spare set of sheets ready, how he put the radio on in the bathroom to hopefully drown out any stray noises the elderly couple living next door might hear.Because Ichigo did so love to hear Ishida make noise.Ishida raised his head from the pillow for a moment to catch a breath, and gave a sexy whimper as Ichigos thumb rubbed over his asshole. A second later and he felt Ichigos breath there, and he quickly hid his face against the pillow once again.Not that he was embarrassed; with the number of times Ichigo had done this to him, hed gotten over that long ago. No, Ichigo knew, he spread that sweet ass for him without a single shred of shame, and Ichigo, glutton that he was, loved him for it. Ishida just knew what was coming, and didnt want to be caught off guard singing Ichigos name at the top of his lungs. Ichigo had teased him up to this point, trailing kisses up his thighs, biting softly at the smooth cheeks, darting his tongue out to lick a tortuously light path along his cock. Ishida's cock hung down heavy between his legs, swollen with arousal, almost close enough for the tip to rub against the bed sheets. Ichigo caught a drop of precome with his finger and tasted it, moaning at that bitter taste he loved so much, inhaling the sweet smell of his lovers sex. It tasted good.He wanted more.He got on his knees and gripped the cheeks of Ishidas ass, placing a soft, sweet kiss on each one. Ishidas hands fisted in the pillow. Ichigo breathed hot, moist air onto him and spread him apart even more, breathing that same air into him. Ishida quivered expectantly beneath his lips. Ichigo shivered and gave in to what they both wanted.Oh. Oh. Oh, was what Ichigo would have heard, had the pillow not been there. Ichigos tongue flitted out experimentally, then licked, then swirled, then prodded open, then penetrated. Hed become good at this; months worth of attentive practice did that. Ishida struggled to keep his hips still as Ichigo delivered the sweetest, naughtiest of pleasures to his hole, hot and wet and so, so good. Ichigo grew hungrier at the feeling of Ishida twitching around him, opening up for him invitingly, telling him what he wanted without words. Ichigo gripped his hips firmly as he tongue-fucked him, loving the feel of that hot passage around him, the way it trembled and tightened and loosened. He loved it; they both loved it.Ichigo let go his grip on Ishidas hips, silently inviting Ishida to fuck himself on his tongue. Ishida did so with shallow but swift thrusts of his hips, taking the warm, wet appendage into him, growing agonizingly hard as his cock swung back and forth beneath him.Ichigo licked a trail over his balls to the tip of his cock and back up. He ate him out some more, indulging, closing his lips around his tongue and sucking. Ishida opened more and more, and soon, Ichigos fingers found their way there as well, poking and prodding into him gently, then a bit more firmly. Two index fingers stretched him and held him open, and Ichigo entered him with tongue and fingers at the same time.By now, Ishida was sobbing into his pillow with both frustration and bliss. The forming mantra of take me, take me, fuck me, fuck me, would have been incoherent cries to anyone else, but Ichigo had learned to correctly interpret his pillowspeak some time ago.He indulged in his most favorite and dirtiest of obsessions for a few minutes more, though.When he felt Ishida begin to shudder so hard it was clear he was having a hard time holding himself back, Ichigo relented, giving a final, almost-sweet kiss to his hole before standing up and removing his clothes as fast as possible. He heard a rip or two, but didnt pay any mind. Chances were that even in his state of tortured arousal, Ishida heard it too, and would sew it up for him later.They both had much more pressing matters to attend to right now. Much more pressing needs.Ichigo only bothered with the smallest bit of lube; he knew Ishida was not only loose enough by now, but nice and slippery as well. Ishida pushed his hips up even higher, straining his back. Ichigo ran a soothing hand down his long, smooth back to relax him, and pressed the head of his cock against Ishidas asshole. Ishida trembled with both relief and unbearable need.Ichigo entered him carefully, and fit inside quickly and easily. Which wasnt to say that Ishida was actually loose; even when he was loose in the sense that Ichigo could take him without any pain, he still felt amazingly and wonderfully tight.Ichigos stamina had become rather sturdy over the past months. Even though he felt like he was about to burst the moment he slid inside, he held out for a satisfying length of time. He fucked him slow, then fast, gentle, then hard enough to slam the bed up against the wall. He pulled out all the way and pushed in, moaning at the sight of Ishidas stretched-open ass each time.Ishida came soon after Ichigo entered him, without even touching himself. Ichigo wanted more, and continued on relentlessly, alternately rocking and slamming into him. Ishida knew he wouldnt give in until he came again; he reached down with a shaky hand and began pumping his cock in earnest. Ishida tightened mercilessly around him when he came the second time, and Ichigo threw his head back at the sensation. Sweat dripped down his body in heavy drops; hed been fucking him for almost twenty minutes now, and loving every damn second of it. The muscles of his thighs and buttocks were burning with continued exercise; he could only imagine what Ishida must be feeling, stuck in that position for a good half hour.He placed a foot on the bed and angled into him just how he liked it, as hard and as fast as he was capable in his quickly-tiring state. He looked down and saw Ishidas face turned, finally visible against the pillow, eyelids droopy and expression utterly satisfied. Ichigo admired the pretty flush of his cheeks, the long, elegant slope of his nose and the way it turned up ever-so-slightly at the tip, the luscious line of his beautiful lips. He grew closer to orgasm while musing on his lovers pretty face. Ishida was pretty and sexy all over, from his lips to his toes to his perfect, perfect ass. Ichigo thrusted wildly into his ass deep and hard and tight, and he knew he was going to come. He pulled out, as gently as possible, stroked himself furiously, and loosened his load all over the ass he worshipped so much. Catching his breath and trying not to fall forward, he came down from an unbelievable high rubbing his dick messily through the come decorating Ishidas smooth and now-a-bit-reddened cheeks.So. So good, Ichigo panted out between heavy breaths. Ishida didnt answer, just looked up at him through sleepy eyes and gave a rare, soft smile. Ichigo laid down carefully next to him and helped him move out of that position into a more comfortable one. Ishida grimaced at the feeling of their come smearing everywhere, but hadnt quite regained the energy to do anything about it just yet.They laid together in a dizzy afterglow, the kind that only occurred after the most intense sex they were capable of. Both felt giddy as they regained their breath and the pain of exertion faded away. Ichigo as a general rule became very affectionate - even cuddly - after sex, and the more mind-blowing the sex, the more touchy-feely-mushy he got. He held Ishida close and kissed him over and over, anywhere his mouth could reach, all the time wearing a silly smile on his face.After a while, Ishidas sense began to return, and the need to clean themselves up became almost overwhelming. He went to get up, but was held fast by Ichigo.Come on, Ichigo. Were filthy, Ishida said amiably, long-used to Ichigos clingy post-orgasm behavior.Ichigo grinned against his side and continued kissing him stubbornly. Yes. Yes we are, he said between kisses. Id say were downright nasty. A hand snuck low and slid gently over Ishidas soft penis.Ishida tried not to laugh at the double entendre. He also tried not to be further aroused. Neither worked.~FIN~-------Damn, it's been a while since I wrote porn. D: I think the last time was Kat's birthday. WTF THAT'S OVER A MONTH AGO. ( )
Post je objavljen 05.08.2009. u 06:41 sati.