Aesthesia

Hey guys, sorry it's taken me so long to crank this chapter out. T_T Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, and I hope you like chapter 2 just as much.

Chapter 2-Anxiety

Ichigo couldn’t wait for school to let out. On his way out of the shop, Urahara had surprised him by once again wrapping his arms around the teen’s waist and pulling him close. Urahara’s breath had been hot at his neck as he left a trail of wet kisses down to the collar of Ichigo’s shirt.

“Tomorrow,” Urahara had murmured before pushing the fabric down slightly and sinking his teeth into the skin there, leaving a mark that only they would know about.

It hadn’t hurt, not really, but Ichigo could feel the ache of it every time he turned his head. He was careful to keep his mind off the bite, knowing full well what thinking about Urahara would lead to. Against his best efforts though, he ended up spending all of his third class fantasizing about the man. One of his friends had clapped him on the shoulder, the bite mark giving a twinge that made him hiss. He made up some bullshit excuse to get rid of the concerned look his friend had given him, but the damage was done and Ichigo found his mind replaying the previous night’s activities over and over.
Fortunately it was his least favorite class to which he usually wore a vacant expression, but he knew that if anyone looked closely enough they would see the flush spread across his face.

Urahara had been… surprisingly—unnervingly—gentle with him as he lay on the floor, panting from the force of his orgasm. The man had kissed him, stealing away what little breath was left to him before leading him to the bathroom.

Ichigo had noticed that Urahara was still hard, and though he was nervous and unsure, he thought it might seem a little rude if he just left Urahara hanging.

“Do you want—” Ichigo had begun shakily, unable to meet the other man’s eyes.

“Only if you would like to,” Urahara had murmured, so low that Ichigo almost didn’t hear him.

Ichigo remembered sinking to his knees, hands resting on the blonde’s hips and heart rattling around in his chest. He had no idea what he was about to do; his only real sexual experience already came from Urahara—and a few stolen kisses with various girls were not at all the same as a blow job.

But from the encouraging sounds Urahara had made, Ichigo didn’t think he’d done so bad for his first time, even if he was a little clumsy. It wasn’t anything like he’d expected, Urahara’s cock stretching his mouth and Ichigo allowed himself a few moans of his own at the feel of it.

Urahara’s hands had been in his hair, not tugging but guiding as Ichigo sucked him off. He’d even murmured Ichigo’s name before he came, whether in warning or passion Ichigo wasn’t entirely sure, being too busy trying to ignore the bitter taste as he swallowed it all down. Urahara had pulled him back up to his feet after that, still breathing hard and kissed him. Ichigo was hard again, and knowing that his erection could hardly go unnoticed, rocked his hips hopefully. He felt Urahara smile against his mouth, but the older man didn’t tease him about it. Instead Urahara had led him into the shower and whispered things into his ear that made him blush hotly and rock his hips, trying to put an end to Urahara’s light, teasing touches.

He had whined as Urahara scratched lightly at his thighs, hands millimeters away from where Ichigo needed them most. He had tried to get one of his own hands on his cock, but Urahara swatted it away and gave his throat a warning nip. He had pulled Urahara close for a sloppy kiss and finally, finally, Urahara’s hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Ichigo threw his head back, panting, sucking down air as Urahara touched him and he came, doing his best to stifle a loud moan.

Urahara hadn’t given him very long to recover before insisting that they begin their training session. That was, after all, why Ichigo kept coming around, wasn’t it? The great sex was just an added bonus.

Unfortunately, Urahara had been all business as soon as they left the shower, leaving Ichigo unsure about what he was supposed to be feeling about all of this. The bite Urahara had given him before he left for the night had been some consolation, but Ichigo was still confused as to the exact nature of their relationship, if it could even be called that.

Ichigo sighed and leaned back in his chair with only five minutes left before he could leave for Urahara’s. Tomorrow he would leave for Soul Society and he wondered what the shopkeeper had in mind for him.
He did his best to avoid anyone who might have noticed his unusual behavior today and except for Ishida glaring at him calculatingly, he didn’t have any problems.

Could Ishida think something was up? Ichigo was not the type to worry about appearances; he was self-assured and didn’t need any help.

Usually.

Today he was feeling uncharacteristically exposed, as if everyone he passed could read his thoughts. Tucking his head so as not to make any eye contact, Ichigo shuffled around school as quickly as possible. Every once in a while his heart started beating very hard for (he assured himself) no reason at all.

He managed to reach Urahara’s without anything untoward happening, hoping that they could get straight to the sex.

Unfortunately, Urahara was all business. Ichigo had found the man in the training room already, waiting for him. The training was a bit of a pain, but it felt nice to direct his anger and confusion into something productive.

Ichigo was leaning on his sword, taking a quick breather while Urahara watched him attentively. Ichigo tried to look nonchalant and knew he was failing when Urahara smirked at him, eyes flicking down to Ichigo’s cock and back up to his face. Urahara’s grin widened.

Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest protectively, feeling his face heat up. But this was his last day before heading to Soul Society and the last chance he would have to be with Urahara for awhile. No way was he going to let the opportunity slip by.

Urahara broke the long silence between them, saying, “Come here, Ichigo.”

Ichigo wasn’t sure if he liked how much those words sounded like a command, but obeyed anyway, his eyes locked on Urahara’s defiantly.

Before he could blink, he was on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. Choking on the dusty air as he tried to draw breath, Ichigo felt the shop owner straddling his thighs, effectively pinning him. The man seemed content to let Ichigo regain his breath, staring down intently at the gasping form beneath him.

“The hell was that for?” Ichigo snarled, trying to move so as to toss Urahara off of him, but fell back, still a little out of breath, when his struggles failed get him anywhere. Urahara was still smiling and Ichigo just knew that with all of his trashing, his erection was bound to have not gone unnoticed.

“Relax, Ichigo,” Urahara murmured in a voice that had Ichigo doing anything but. “Now don’t move.”

Urahara leaned forward slightly, lessening the weight that had been pinning Ichigo down but before the teen could even think to try and get away, Urahara’s hand was, once again, on his cock and god, he was so hard

Ichigo flushed darkly at the choked sound that fell from his lips, breathing going erratic as Urahara’s hand slipped into his hakama.

Ichigo’s hands were on the sash around his waist without him really giving much thought to his actions. It was just too hot, and he wanted to free up as much skin as possible for the older man to touch. He growled in frustration when his arms got stuck in the sleeves of his haori, but then Urahara was helping him, tugging on it and finally casting it aside. And then Urahara’s hands were working at pulling his hakama off of him and Ichigo couldn’t have stopped moaning if he tried, hands tugging the man up for a biting kiss.

He knew in his mind that he should be a lot more embarrassed than he was at the sounds he was making, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care with one of Urahara’s hands wrapped around his cock. The man’s other hand was tracing the side of his face, and when he opened his mouth for a particularly loud moan, he found two of Urahara’s fingers sliding along his tongue. Closing his mouth around the digits, he started sucking, a shiver running up his spine as his mind invented possibilities for him.

He groaned when Urahara’s hand left his cock, giving a sharp nip to the fingers in his mouth. He was given a quick slap to his thigh for it, and he hadn’t thought that he could possibly get any harder, but this was just turning out to be a week of surprises.

And then Urahara was pulling his fingers out of Ichigo’s mouth, coaxing him to roll over and get up on his hands and knees. He didn’t even hear Urahara’s groan over the frantic beating of his heart. He felt spit slick fingers probing at his hole and Christ, he was terrified. He felt two of Urahara’s fingers slip inside of him, and whimpered, more out of shock than pain, though it had hurt just a bit. He felt his face heat up in shame, hardly believing the sounds coming out of his mouth. Urahara placed a few kissed on his back, though Ichigo wasn’t sure if it was to comfort him or not. But then Urahara did something with his fingers that felt fucking fantastic, startling a gasp out of the orange haired Shinigami.

And Ichigo actually heard himself beg, not even knowing what exactly he was saying except “please” and “Urahara”.

“Come on,” the older man growled, one hand pushing down against Ichigo’s shoulders, so that the young Shinigami arched his back more, ass high.

Ichigo’s breath hitched when he felt something larger than Urahara’s fingers press against his hole. ‘That’s—that’s his cock,’ Ichigo thought, moaning out loud.

He didn’t know what Urahara was waiting for, so he tried to rock his hips backwards; for fuck’s sake he wasn’t a girl. When Urahara finally started pushing forward, Ichigo felt like his breath was being knocked right out of him.

He finally managed enough breath for a garbled shout when Urahara was fully sheathed inside of him, and started drawing back out again.

Urahara didn’t waste any time slamming back in, setting a pace that Ichigo tried desperately to match, pleading unintelligibly somewhere near the back of his throat. Urahara was hitting that same spot he’d managed to find with his fingers on nearly every thrust, pushing Ichigo closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Ichigo didn’t know how much more he could take and keep his sanity. His arms were beginning to feel wobbly from holding himself up, dirt was clinging to his sweat-slick skin and God, he wanted to come.

As if reading his mind, Urahara’s hand wrapped around his cock and only got in one stroke before Ichigo was coming all over his hand with a shout. Urahara bit his shoulder, drawing blood, before thrusting in one last time and Ichigo moaned, not quite ready to draw back from the haze of lovemaking.

Ichigo let himself collapse on the ground, breathing hard and shaking. He winced as Urahara pulled out; he was going to be a little sore for awhile. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the other man, who was frowning slightly.

Ichigo sat up abruptly, his backside twinging a bit. “What’s that face for?” he asked, trying to keep his worry out of his voice.

“Nothing, Kurosaki-kun,” Urahara said dismissively, extended a hand to help Ichigo up.

The young shinigami took it hesitantly, standing a little awkwardly, still naked and covered with dirt and come.

“Just promise you’ll come back in one piece.”

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Next chapter... Ichigo and Co. head to Soul Society to save Rukia. BUT despite wanting to keep his relationship with Urahara, he starts to have feelings for a certain someone...