11 Stories of IchiIshi
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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11
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Vanilla
Title: Ice Cream
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: R
Theme: #8 Vanilla
Summary: Ishida decides his stomach is good to put food on, especially when it’s being licked.
Warnings: Sexy happenings.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Vanilla
“Happy fuckin’ birthday, Ishida.” Ichigo walks into the other’s bedroom, wearing only black pajama pants, holding a bowl of ice cream. He smiles at his boyfriend, who happens to be tied up at the moment.
Literally.
Ishida is naked, blindfolded, and cuffed to the headboard of his bed. Frowning, he starts to struggle against the leather handcuffs. “I’m the birthday boy! I shouldn’t be restrained in such a disgraceful manner. Let me go!”
“But Uryuu, this is one of my presents to you. Besides you don’t sound very convincing. Quit wiggling around or you’ll just strain yourself and not enjoy this.” The Shinigami sits next to Ishida on the bed, bowl of ice cream in hand.
“Enjoy what?” And at that moment, he feels a very cold hard thing on his stomach.
“Shit! That’s cold!” he shrieks in a rather girly voice.
“Yeah it is, but it’s just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.” Ichigo puts a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and swishes it around until it has completely covered. Swallowing it, he leans over Ishida and kisses him, using as much tongue as possible without choking the birthday boy.
“Hmm...Vanilla ice cream. And just what do you plan on doing with that?”
“You’ll see...or not. Just relax; it’ll be as much fun for you as it will be for me.” Unfortunately, or fortunately, Ishida misses the sly grin that appears on Ichigo’s face.
“Wha--?” At that moment, Ichigo dribbles some of the ice cream onto one of Ishida’s nipples, knowing that they are probably the most sensitive thing on his torso.
Uryuu arches off the bed, yelping at the cold sensation. Then he feels something warm in the same spot...licking up the coldness. Moaning, he arches into the tongue.
“Oooh Ichigo, that’s so hot!” He licks his lips as if he’s trying to taste Ichigo still there with the ice cream.
Pouring another spoonful of ice cream on the other nipple, Ichigo gleefully licks it up all the while listening to his boyfriend hiss and moan in pleasure. “I knew you would like this. You’re so kinky.”
Incoherent babbling.
“Is that right. Well, I’m going to move a...little...lower”, he says as he dribbles a line of ice cream down the middle of his chest to his stomach. Ichigo then sets aside the ice cream as he positions himself between Ishida’s legs, spreading them wide.
Ishida moans again as he feels the tongue traveling down his chest, making his muscles quiver with pleasure and need. Yanking on the cuffs, Ishida wants to touch that bastard boyfriend of his, but clearly, he can’t.
“Ishida, you’re so hot like this: cuffed, blindfolded, and extremely horny.” The orange-haired man blows cool air onto the wet spots he left, making the Quincy squirm against him. Which in turn causes his arousal to rub against Ichigo’s clothed one.
“Fuck!” He pants, breathlessly arching up to Ichigo.
“Like I said, extremely horny.” Smirking, Ichigo picks up the bowl once again. This time he places a whole scoop on Uryuu’s navel; scooting down, Ichigo rubs his chest seductively against Ishida’s erection.
The thin man waits in anticipation as he feels the melted ice cream run down his sides and the tongue is catching it before it can mess up his sheets. It tickles to the Quincy, but he dare not laugh. Ichigo would exploit that to no end. Suddenly a mouth latches onto his navel, sucking up the small ball of ice cream, causing him groan with need.
“So, good...ah! I want you so bad right now.” Oh great, now he’s reduced to begging and pleading.
“That right?” Ichigo sucks the rest of the ice cream from the cute belly button, slipping his tongue in to get the rest of the cream. Ishida lock his legs around the other’s chest in an attempt to get friction going on his now dangerously hard member.
“This is the best presents I’ve ever received. FUCK! You...You’re tongue...is wonderful.”
“Well with you wiggling like so, you make it want to do more glorious things. But unfortunately, it’s on break.” Ichigo sits up enough to give Ishida’s erection a light tug. “Well, what do you want birthday boy?”
“I want you...inside me...”
“Soft and gentle?”
“No, I want you to fuck me raw! I want you to pound me into the sheets as hard as you can!”
Moving from between Ishida’s legs, Ichigo smiles evilly at the cuffed Quincy. “Well, you’ll just have to wait a little longer.”
“WHAT?! You aren’t going to leave me here, are you?” Ishida freaks out.
“No, no. That would be cruel, but if I remember correctly, on my birthday last year, you gave me that wonderful strip-teased. Remember that?”
Uh-oh.
“Yeah”, the dark-haired man says slowly, knowing what’s coming up.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Well, that is, until you put the cock ring on.” Ichigo runs his thumb along his boyfriend’s jaw, speaking ever so sweetly. “I want to repay you for your wonderful gift in my own way.”
Picking up his ice cream, which is mostly melted, Ichigo walks to the door. “I’m going to let you think about all the fun stuff that we will be doing later on, but right now, I’m going to watch some TV. Later!”
“Bastard. BASTARD! When you release me, I’m going to shoot an arrow through your ear and then FUCK THE HOLE!” Obviously, Ishida is enraged.
“The more you threaten me, the more TV I watch. See you in an hour.”
“DAMN IT!”
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: R
Theme: #8 Vanilla
Summary: Ishida decides his stomach is good to put food on, especially when it’s being licked.
Warnings: Sexy happenings.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Vanilla
“Happy fuckin’ birthday, Ishida.” Ichigo walks into the other’s bedroom, wearing only black pajama pants, holding a bowl of ice cream. He smiles at his boyfriend, who happens to be tied up at the moment.
Literally.
Ishida is naked, blindfolded, and cuffed to the headboard of his bed. Frowning, he starts to struggle against the leather handcuffs. “I’m the birthday boy! I shouldn’t be restrained in such a disgraceful manner. Let me go!”
“But Uryuu, this is one of my presents to you. Besides you don’t sound very convincing. Quit wiggling around or you’ll just strain yourself and not enjoy this.” The Shinigami sits next to Ishida on the bed, bowl of ice cream in hand.
“Enjoy what?” And at that moment, he feels a very cold hard thing on his stomach.
“Shit! That’s cold!” he shrieks in a rather girly voice.
“Yeah it is, but it’s just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.” Ichigo puts a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and swishes it around until it has completely covered. Swallowing it, he leans over Ishida and kisses him, using as much tongue as possible without choking the birthday boy.
“Hmm...Vanilla ice cream. And just what do you plan on doing with that?”
“You’ll see...or not. Just relax; it’ll be as much fun for you as it will be for me.” Unfortunately, or fortunately, Ishida misses the sly grin that appears on Ichigo’s face.
“Wha--?” At that moment, Ichigo dribbles some of the ice cream onto one of Ishida’s nipples, knowing that they are probably the most sensitive thing on his torso.
Uryuu arches off the bed, yelping at the cold sensation. Then he feels something warm in the same spot...licking up the coldness. Moaning, he arches into the tongue.
“Oooh Ichigo, that’s so hot!” He licks his lips as if he’s trying to taste Ichigo still there with the ice cream.
Pouring another spoonful of ice cream on the other nipple, Ichigo gleefully licks it up all the while listening to his boyfriend hiss and moan in pleasure. “I knew you would like this. You’re so kinky.”
Incoherent babbling.
“Is that right. Well, I’m going to move a...little...lower”, he says as he dribbles a line of ice cream down the middle of his chest to his stomach. Ichigo then sets aside the ice cream as he positions himself between Ishida’s legs, spreading them wide.
Ishida moans again as he feels the tongue traveling down his chest, making his muscles quiver with pleasure and need. Yanking on the cuffs, Ishida wants to touch that bastard boyfriend of his, but clearly, he can’t.
“Ishida, you’re so hot like this: cuffed, blindfolded, and extremely horny.” The orange-haired man blows cool air onto the wet spots he left, making the Quincy squirm against him. Which in turn causes his arousal to rub against Ichigo’s clothed one.
“Fuck!” He pants, breathlessly arching up to Ichigo.
“Like I said, extremely horny.” Smirking, Ichigo picks up the bowl once again. This time he places a whole scoop on Uryuu’s navel; scooting down, Ichigo rubs his chest seductively against Ishida’s erection.
The thin man waits in anticipation as he feels the melted ice cream run down his sides and the tongue is catching it before it can mess up his sheets. It tickles to the Quincy, but he dare not laugh. Ichigo would exploit that to no end. Suddenly a mouth latches onto his navel, sucking up the small ball of ice cream, causing him groan with need.
“So, good...ah! I want you so bad right now.” Oh great, now he’s reduced to begging and pleading.
“That right?” Ichigo sucks the rest of the ice cream from the cute belly button, slipping his tongue in to get the rest of the cream. Ishida lock his legs around the other’s chest in an attempt to get friction going on his now dangerously hard member.
“This is the best presents I’ve ever received. FUCK! You...You’re tongue...is wonderful.”
“Well with you wiggling like so, you make it want to do more glorious things. But unfortunately, it’s on break.” Ichigo sits up enough to give Ishida’s erection a light tug. “Well, what do you want birthday boy?”
“I want you...inside me...”
“Soft and gentle?”
“No, I want you to fuck me raw! I want you to pound me into the sheets as hard as you can!”
Moving from between Ishida’s legs, Ichigo smiles evilly at the cuffed Quincy. “Well, you’ll just have to wait a little longer.”
“WHAT?! You aren’t going to leave me here, are you?” Ishida freaks out.
“No, no. That would be cruel, but if I remember correctly, on my birthday last year, you gave me that wonderful strip-teased. Remember that?”
Uh-oh.
“Yeah”, the dark-haired man says slowly, knowing what’s coming up.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Well, that is, until you put the cock ring on.” Ichigo runs his thumb along his boyfriend’s jaw, speaking ever so sweetly. “I want to repay you for your wonderful gift in my own way.”
Picking up his ice cream, which is mostly melted, Ichigo walks to the door. “I’m going to let you think about all the fun stuff that we will be doing later on, but right now, I’m going to watch some TV. Later!”
“Bastard. BASTARD! When you release me, I’m going to shoot an arrow through your ear and then FUCK THE HOLE!” Obviously, Ishida is enraged.
“The more you threaten me, the more TV I watch. See you in an hour.”
“DAMN IT!”