A Bleach Melody
Drabble a Day 121, July 24, 2012, Urahara/Ichigo
Title: Conversations 2
Fandom: Bleach Pairing/Characters: Urahara/Ichigo Prompt: conversations Drabble #: 121 Date: July 24, 2012 Word count: 338 Next pairing: Hiei, Xander AN: Sorry I’m late again. Yesterday felt like someone had taken a hot knife and stabbed it into my lower back, so I relaxed.*~*~*~*
“So what were you and Yumichika-san talking about earlier??” Urahara asked his lover. He was lounging back on the bed, arms behind his head and legs crossed before him as Ichigo stripped out of his clothes, tossing them into the hamper.
“This and that,” Ichigo said, lips twitching in amusement. “Why? Curious as to what us bottoms get up to when we’re together?” he asked teasingly. Urahara chuckled and rubbed his bare stomach as he watched his lover’s skin be uncovered.
“We all know that you nor Yumichika-san are pure bottoms. I know for a fact that you’ve topped me just as often as I topped you,” Urahara rumbled as Ichigo slipped out of his boxers and into a robe.
“That is true, lover mind, but get those fangirls to stop believing I’ll only ever bottom because I’m younger and dealing with all sorts of stress,” Ichigo snorted as he grabbed his night clothes. “It’s starting to get annoying being asked near constantly how it feels to be stretched and if it burns when, and I quote, ‘his giant length slides deep into me’, unquote.” Urahara burst into laughter and looked at his mate as he rolled brown eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”
“Come now, love,” Urahara drawled, “I have been asked how it feels to take you before.”
“And your answer?” Ichigo asked as he padded into their personal bathroom.
“I told them it felt just as good as when you were topping,” Urahara responded. Ichigo snorted and wetting his tooth brush down.
“Did they believe you?” he asked, spreading some of his toothpaste on the brush, shoving it into his mouth as he poked his head out of the bathroom.
“I have no idea actually. I left her gaping at me,” Urahara admitted. I was late for a meeting with Unohana-san at the time.”
“Probably suffering from wet panties syndrome,” Ichigo burbled around his toothbrush, pulling his head back. Urahara burst into fresh laughter, holding his sides as his mate finished getting ready for bed.