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The Road Home
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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1
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3,423
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The Road Home
The first thing he notices is how quiet the shop is, the second is the very naked man sprawled out on the bed. He doesn't have long to admire the view though before he's kissed senseless, a murmur of "Welcome back Kurosaki-kun" reaching his ears a second later. He pulls back breathless, trying to touch the man everywhere at once. It feels like an eternity since they were last alone together and he’s desperate to make up for lost time.
Urahara gasps when he thumbs his nipples, running his nails over them lightly. Ichigo kisses down his throat sucking where it meets his shoulder. Urahara shivers and arches into him when Ichigo grabs his ass, crushing their bodies together. His cock’s hard in his pants pushing painfully against the zipper but he’s too busy biting patterns into the man’s skin to do anything about it. It’s Urahara who finally moves them to the bed, stripping Ichigo out of his clothes along the way. They fall onto the mattress, legs tangled and arms wrapped around each other, holding on tight.
There’s no time for lube and prep, neither willing to put in the required effort. Instead they just move against each other, hot and hard, straining towards release. Their cock’s brush together, making them both gasp and moan. Ichigo pulls Urahara closer, digging his fingers in his thigh as he moves the other between his legs. He’s thrusting into the groove of the man’s hip now while Urahara does the same to his. His heart’s pounding in his chest, in his ears. Ichigo can feel the blood rushing through his veins as he gets closer to coming, his orgasm twisting low and tight in his gut. He buries his face in Urahara’s neck as it hits, a cry ripping from his throat. He shakes slightly as he rides it out, Urahara still arching against him. He bites and sucks the man’s ear lobe, practically purring with pleasure. It’s only a few more thrusts then Urahara’s coming too, tensing in Ichigo’s arms and yelling his name.
They lay locked together for who knows how long, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of another person’s body. Eventually they pull apart, moving further up the bed and under the covers. Ichigo places one arm over Urahara’s belly as the man hugs him close. He rests his head on Urahara’s chest and sighs with contentment. He’s finally home.
Urahara gasps when he thumbs his nipples, running his nails over them lightly. Ichigo kisses down his throat sucking where it meets his shoulder. Urahara shivers and arches into him when Ichigo grabs his ass, crushing their bodies together. His cock’s hard in his pants pushing painfully against the zipper but he’s too busy biting patterns into the man’s skin to do anything about it. It’s Urahara who finally moves them to the bed, stripping Ichigo out of his clothes along the way. They fall onto the mattress, legs tangled and arms wrapped around each other, holding on tight.
There’s no time for lube and prep, neither willing to put in the required effort. Instead they just move against each other, hot and hard, straining towards release. Their cock’s brush together, making them both gasp and moan. Ichigo pulls Urahara closer, digging his fingers in his thigh as he moves the other between his legs. He’s thrusting into the groove of the man’s hip now while Urahara does the same to his. His heart’s pounding in his chest, in his ears. Ichigo can feel the blood rushing through his veins as he gets closer to coming, his orgasm twisting low and tight in his gut. He buries his face in Urahara’s neck as it hits, a cry ripping from his throat. He shakes slightly as he rides it out, Urahara still arching against him. He bites and sucks the man’s ear lobe, practically purring with pleasure. It’s only a few more thrusts then Urahara’s coming too, tensing in Ichigo’s arms and yelling his name.
They lay locked together for who knows how long, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of another person’s body. Eventually they pull apart, moving further up the bed and under the covers. Ichigo places one arm over Urahara’s belly as the man hugs him close. He rests his head on Urahara’s chest and sighs with contentment. He’s finally home.