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[fanfiction] Do not just play with me

Title: Do not just play with me
Characters / Couple: Ichigo Kurosaki / Uryu Ishida
Rating: Red
Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi
Word Count: 599
A / N: guess what? Yes, he attended the p0rnfest # 3. Bleach, Ichigo / Ishida, 'You're a criminal as long as you're mine' (Bad Romance - Lady GaGa)

- I-Ichigo! - Uryu shouted in a tone of shocked when he was pressed against the futon from the body heat of the substitute Shinigami.
- Do not be silly woman hysterical, Quincy. - Sneered that damn orange testaccio, mentally registering the fact that the other had stopped calling him by name. - As long as you are in my hands will not let you do a good boy. On the contrary, will not let you even think of fucking prissy as you are.
Ishida found nothing to object. No sarcastic sentence, no pun. When Ichigo was so close to his ability to articulate complete sentences ran dismally to peak, which was extremely humiliating. So I might as well let go of everything. So, for once , they said. If you repeat it every time.
Ichigo's bit the lobe of an ear, mettendosi poi a succhiarglielo. Stava lì e non faceva nient'altro, facendo impazzire Uryu, il quale agognava un maggiore contatto ma non gli avrebbe mai dato la soddisfazione di sentirlo chiedere.
Perché lui non gliel'avrebbe data, vero?
- Smettila di giocare, Ichigo. - si lamentò in quello che doveva essere un tono deciso, ma che gli uscì come un pigolio insoddisfatto.
- Chiedilo per piacere. - si divertì a tormentarlo Kurosaki, nonostante sentisse il proprio stesso autocontrollo scivolargli via come sabbia fra le dita.
- Smettila di giocare con me, per piacere .
- E cosa vuoi esattamente? - gli soffiò Ichigo sul collo, infilandogli una mano sotto la camicia immacolata.
wanted to hear him plead, was obvious. And Uryu had no intention of meeting it. Or at least not until the fingers of the other had not stopped to pinch her nipples with great skill to go down over the edge of his trousers.
- Fuck me ... - Moaned.
- at your command ... maybe. - Ichigo smiled, slipping down, covering her neck with kisses and gradually loosing the buttons of his shirt and then the trousers, which dropped rapidly.
He licked his lips, noting with satisfaction that Uryu much appreciated when played with him. Ishida
meanwhile had looked away, because seeing THAT 'expression on the faces of the damned would Shinigami have caused a spontaneous orgasm, and it would be fun. But when Ichigo licked her lips in that way made him look like a filthy whore and serial that was not clear what to do with the usual good old fluorescent head, here, then Uryu could do nothing but bite his lips to keep groan even before it had begun.
But then Ichigo's lips rubbing against his languid thigh, and then became more difficult to restrain.
- Let yourself go! - Kurosaki murmured, and every word his breath touched the sex tended to Uryu. These
instinctively pushed forward in the pelvis, but was stopped by Ichigo. - Quietly ... - It still caused the boy, then giving a first Licking, almost test - Quietly ... The
teased for a while the glans with the tip of the tongue, then decided to take it fully into his mouth. A hand placed gently on the thigh, the other on the chest of Uryu, Ichigo sucked, barely moving his head back and forth in a hypnotic motion. He liked to have things under control as at that moment, something that rarely happened otherwise. He liked to be him, and he alone, who can learn from the serious-Ishida, posed, those groans unbearable Ishida-thin, complacent. But even those were enough. Interrupted his work getting a hiss and unhappy look, from which, however, not be intimidated.
- Now you do and let you scream ... - Ichigo promised with a glint of greed in his eyes.



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Now I do and I'll scream ... is courtesy of Ellepi UU