Love to Hate, Hate to Me

Keigo grunted when he was forced back against the wall, a pair of hot, demanding lips pressing against his own as the other man yanked his hair, forcing him to endure the hard embrace. All he had been doing was sitting in class, being good and reading the chapter for once before he had been pulled out of his seat and suddenly he was on the roof of the school being ravaged by the one man that he didn’t understand. Fuck! Why did he do this? He had a boyfriend, a lover, why did he feel the need to molest him randomly and during school on top of that? He shoved the other man back against the wall, stepping back and panting As he looked over at him.

“What the fuck are you doing, Ishi-” Keigo made a slightly annoyed sound when he was suddenly cut off again, his hands moving back to cushion himself when he was suddenly slammed back against the wall again. Ishida Uryuu… he couldn’t understand him. Even as the other mans tongue invaded his mouth, he still couldn’t comprehend why these things were happening to him. First he was jumped and given a blowjob that blew his mind then Ishida… they had… sex… they had, had sex. Hot, amazing, fucking incredible sex... No! He couldn’t be thinking like this! Ishida was Ichigo’s boyfriend; they could not be doing this!

“Stop it!” Keigo’s voice ended on a high whine when the other mans clever hand slid down between his legs, palming his groin. Even if he didn’t want it to happen, he was going to get hard. What healthy male wouldn’t get hard when their cock was messed with? “Ishida… stop this, what would Ichigo think if he saw you?” The brown haired male was panting as he spoke, his nails scratching for purchase on the wall as he fought not to rock forward into the manipulative hand that was driving him insane.

“You don’t really mean that, do you Keigo?” Ishida asked, grinning as he licked along the shell of his class mate’s ear, his hand sneaking inside his pants wrap around his quickly growing length. “You’re so hard Keigo, why would you want me to stop?” He was whispering seductively into the other mans ear, his hand tightening as he pulled it up Keigo’s trapped erection in one smooth, slow stroke.

Keigo almost choked on his own saliva, his hands moving to grip at Ishida’s shoulders as he shuddered. “Sh… shit…” He whispered, letting his head fall back with a groan. He could already feel all of his fight escaping his body. It wasn’t often that he received any type of stimulation from another person. As outspoken as he was, he was still debilitatingly shy. “Fuck, I hate you, Ishida.” He muttered his eyes’ fluttering closed as he rocked forward into the other mans hand, giving up trying to act like he didn’t like it.

“Hate me?” Ishida asked, a soft chuckle coming from his throat as he leaned forward and kissed Keigo again, licking his lips with a teasingly wet tongue. “I don’t think so.” He murmured, his other hand sliding down to undo the other mans pants, finally freeing his very needy length. “Maybe love to hate.” The words were soft as he slid to his knees, his hands moving forward to grip the other mans hips as he leaned up, taking Keigo’s length into his mouth and down is throat.

Keigo moaned loudly, bringing up one of his hands to cover his mouth as he panted slightly. He needed to muffle the noises, if anyone came up the stairs and heard him… they would be caught in a second and he sure as hell didn’t want that to happen. “No…” He murmured, his other hand sliding down to tangle in Ishida’s blue/black hair, his hips rocking forward into the sinfully skilled mouth. “That’s not right… I just hate you.” His words drifted off after that, soft moans and gasps coming from his throat each time the other man took his needy length all the way down his throat. His knee’s were shaking as he pressed forward, not even noticing when he slid to the ground, his legs spread wide to allow Ishida to continue his easy domination of his body.

Ishida followed him without thought, kneeling down, his back bending as he continued to take his erection into his mouth over and over again. He knew it wouldn’t take long with the way he was taking the other man deep into his throat and strong sucks to bring Keigo to orgasm, the brunette was apparently weak to pleasure and he loved that about him. The fact that he tasted good was only icing on the cake.

Keigo’s head thumped against the wall, his thighs clenching as he thrust his hips up to force his length farther down the other mans throat. His breathing quickened, his body quivering as he got closer and closer to cumming. He bit his hand when he felt the telltale signs of his impeding orgasm, his balls drawling up as his length ached and throbbed inside the other mans mouth. “Fu… fuck!” He mumbled around his hand, a keening moan coming from his throat as he spilled down the other mans throat, his orgasm leaving him breathless and shaky. God… he hated Ishida but he couldn’t help but agree with the other man on this point, he loved to hate this.

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AN: Writers Block Series.

Thank you to [u=loveyourflyingv] for this prompt, I hope this is something like what you were looking for!

WARNINGS:

Angry blow job? Is that a warning?

Thank you everyone who’s reading this. I would like to request that if you read this, please leave a comment about what you think of it, I really need to be told that I don’t absolutely suck (but if you think it sucks… well, that will just suck), I’m getting almost to the point that I’m thinking about stopping writing again. If you want to know why, you know how to get ahold of me.

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