Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I just borrowed the characters.
Warning: This does contain lemon and swearing. You have been warned.
Ichigo
Ichigo watched Kon escape. He decided to let him go, for the moment. The unexplained hard on would make it difficult for him to run. He could always catch up with Kon later and make him explain and then punish him. What the hell had Kon been doing to get his body into this condition?
Now he had to take action. He knew that if he did not relieve the pressure in his groin he would suffer later. Besides, it had been a long time since he had masturbated. He couldn’t really masturbate with Rukia sleeping in his wardrobe, and usually he didn’t in the bathroom because he was scared of interruptions. As it was late at night and Kon was probably annoying Rukia he might have a few uninterrupted minutes. He knew it would not take long, not the way he felt.
Ichigo stripped quickly and turned on the shower. The shower might cover any accidental noise and would also make clean up faster. Whatever. He didn’t really care and was too intent on the pleasure he anticipated. After adjusting the temperature he got into the shower and then grasped his cock. He gasped at the feeling and his cock jerked in his hand. He noticed he was engorged and obviously whatever Kon had been doing, it felt as if he hadn’t tried any form of release. Quickly Ichigo lathered some soap and applied to his throbbing cock. It felt good.
It would not take long. Ichigo stroked himself and enjoyed the sensation of the hot water, the soap and his hand moving rhythmically along his shaft. He did not touch the head much, as the sensation was just too intense. As he stroked himself he felt a groan escape his throat as the feeling intensified. He grazed the tip of his swollen cock and felt his balls tighten even more. Just a few more strokes. Just one. Now. The semen spurted, hitting the wall as Ichigo leant his head against the cool tiles. His body shuddered with the release and he felt the tension that had been present fade. He took a few seconds to catch his breath and then finished his shower.
As he towelled himself dry he noticed that one of his nipples seemed a little more erect than the other. He shrugged. He would find out what had been happening from Kon. Kon owed him some kind of explanation.
After dressing, Ichigo returned to his room expecting to go to bed without any further incident. On entering his room he noticed Rukia was sitting on his bed, in her (borrowed) pyjamas. He put the book he had carried back from the bathroom onto his study table and noticed her eyes quickly looked at his face, then down, then at his face again as he walked past.
‘It’s okay, Ichigo. Kon is hanging from a string outside the window. I have closed the window. I think it’s time we had a talk.’
Ichigo sighed. If today had not been filled with enough incident, now Rukia wanted to talk. Probably about his responsibilities and how he should practice more and spend less time doing anything he enjoyed. He had heard it all many times before. Still, he mused to himself, at least he had some enjoyment today.
‘Come and sit next to me, Ichigo. I will be able to speak quietly and not wake your family. We really do not want to be interrupted.’
Ichigo looked at Rukia. She wasn’t smiling, so it was probably bad news. He thought he saw an unusual expression in her eyes, but didn’t know what it could mean. Reluctantly Ichigo sat on the part of the bed that was as far away from Rukia as he could be, while still sitting on the bed. He slouched, prepared for whatever criticism she would level this time. He would let his thoughts wander as he normally did when she was instructing him. She always said he never listened. May as well prove her right, again.
‘What is it, Rukia? Will this take long? I’m tired and I want to go to bed. Look, I’ll try to do better at whatever it is. Is that good enough?’
‘That is not the subject I wished to discuss tonight, Ichigo.’ As she spoke, Rukia moved closer to Ichigo.
He flinched, wanting to escape the slap he expected. He looked at her again. She did not look angry or annoyed. She looked at him intensely, with that same strange expression he had noticed earlier. As she moved closer, one of her hands slipped and accidentally grazed his groin. Accidentally? How could that be an accident?
Ichigo stood up fast. So fast that Rukia sprawled over the bed. He was blushing and embarrassed. Something else she could complain about, though maybe he should complain. She had touched him and his body had responded, a little.
‘Rukia, I..um…’
“Don’t worry Ichigo. I just wanted to make sure that you had, how should I say this, relieved some of the pressure.’
‘What?’ What was Rukia saying? Relieved the pressure. Oh, no. His hands instinctively covered his cock. She had noticed his hard on. That was it. She would tell someone or mock him constantly. He may as well let the next Hollow kill him. She would make his life unbearable. Why was he reacting so badly? Why did she have this effect on him?
‘I noticed before you rushed out of the room that you had an erection. Obviously you did not cause it as Kon had charge of the body while you were out with me. So Kon was up to something which caused you such obvious discomfort. Now come on, sit down. I won’t hurt you, promise. We just need to discuss what we should do in future.’
The relief that Ichigo felt made it possible to sit on his bed. Rukia was not going to tell anyone. She was going to help him work out a plan that prevented Kon from putting him in this embarrassing position. Ichigo smiled at Rukia, and noticed that she had again moved closer to him.
‘I think I have the best solution for this situation,’ Rukia said. With one deft movement, she undid his pants.
Ichigo would have leapt to his feet again, but Rukia stopped him. He tried to speak, but his breath caught in his throat. Taking advantage of his confusion Rukia released his cock from his boxers. It had hardened somewhat from her earlier contact but he quickly became fully erect at her touch.
‘Teenage boys have such high sex drives and fast recovery. Walking around with constant erections, it seems, though you hide it better, usually. How do you, I wonder? It is now obvious to me why your zanpaku-to is so large. Size does matter, to me anyway. I suppose you’re a virgin.’
Ichigo was confused. Rukia was holding his cock and asking if he was a virgin. He’d never had anyone else touch it before. It felt, different, but exciting. The mixture of emotions disturbed him. He was embarrassed but hopeful, scared and most of all, horny. Oh, hell, he was so turned on. He looked at his cock in Rukia’s hand and the sight excited him even more but his instincts told him to go, to leave, now before anything else happened, his cock wanted to stay right where it was.
‘Rukia,’ his voice emerged, huskier and strained.’ Ur, Rukia, I’m not sure…’
With one swift movement Rukia took his cock into her mouth. Ichigo’s words were replaced with a groan.
This was better than masturbating in the shower, better than a wet dream, better than anything he had experienced. The predictable nature of his own movements could not compare to the heat and moisture of someone’s mouth. Someone, who seemed to know what they were doing.
Rukia sucked gently at first and then harder. She appeared to have difficulty in fitting the full length of the shaft in her mouth, but the sensation was still intense. Becoming bolder, Ichigo cradled her head in his hands hoping she wouldn’t stop. It was one of his erotic daydreams come true. Rukia swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and removed her mouth.
‘Why, why did you stop? Are you trying to prove something?’ Ichigo protested.
‘It all is a bit too one sided for my liking, Ichigo. Of course, I could make you come very easily, but then what pleasure would that be for me? Anyway, as it is your first time…..’
‘Why are you assuming that I’m a virgin, anyway?’ In his anger at the correct accusation, Ichigo stood, oblivious for the moment to how he looked with his fully erect cock straining out of his pants. Rukia licked her lips before responding.
‘Let’s see. No girlfriend, no social life, a stack of porn you think is well hidden and oh, yes you talk in your sleep. Anyway, that is not what we are discussing. Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked.’
Ichigo was surprised at her deduction. Maybe the clues were obvious. But it still was not what he was expecting. But if he stripped naked, what then? Maybe she just wanted to embarrass him.
‘Why should I take off my clothes, when you are still dressed?’
‘Is that what’s bothering you?’ Quickly Rukia stood and removed her pyjamas. She moved closer to Ichigo and pulled his pants and boxers down. Without consciously attempting to assist, Ichigo obediently moved his feet so she could remove them completely. He was too intent on looking at her body. He knew it was not her real body, but it was the closest he had been to a naked female. Impatiently Rukia tugged at his shirt and without thinking he raised his arms, still staring at her. The removal of his shirt blocked his vision for a moment, but once the shirt was off he kept looking. She was so well formed. He wanted to touch her.
Rukia’s embarrassment at his observation added to her impatience.
‘Are you just going to stand there, staring, Ichigo? She pushed him closer to the bed. He moved as if in a daze and found that she had again made him sit on the bed. She stood in front of him and her lips came close to his.
‘I suppose I should kiss you, because it is your first time.’ Rukia gently placed her lips on his. The familiarity of the sensation stunned Ichigo. ‘Maybe this is what Kon was doing’, he thought briefly before Rukia slipped her tongue gently into his mouth. Involuntarily he grasped her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. The shock of the skin to skin contact coupled with her proximity to his cock made his inclined to break the kiss and explore her body. Rukia kept kissing him probably aware of his instincts. She put her arms around him and teased him gently with her tongue. He responded by plunging his tongue into her mouth. Rukia broke the kiss.
‘No, Ichigo. Gently with the tongue. You are not trying to choke me. You are trying to excite me. Stroke the insides of my mouth gently with your tongue. Move your lips against mine. Like this.’
Rukia kissed him again, demonstrating the technique. He tried again and was pleased that this time she continued to kiss him. She started sliding his hands down his back feeling his skin, tantalising him with her touch. In response he touched her breast firmly, but his excitement made him rough.
“Gently, Ichigo, gently. Firm but gentle. I like to be touched, in the right way. If this experience is a source of pleasure for me, it will not be the only time I am prepared to fuck you.’
The sound of that word coming from Rukia’s mouth was a shock but also an incredible turn on. This would not be the only time, if he could please her. He wanted to please her, right now. He removed her from his lap, sad to lose that physical contact but also keen to explore and beside the contact was too exciting if he wanted to learn. Rukia reclined on the bed with no further comment.
He gently touched her breast and brought his head down to taste the skin. She tasted like strawberries. She smelt good, her flesh was warm. He moved his mouth to her nipple and gently drew it into his mouth and sucked gently, feeling it harden within his mouth. He glanced at Rukia’s face expecting he would see her looking at him sardonically, but her eyes were closed and her breathing had changed. He went to move his head, but felt her hands cup his face as if to keep him there. He stopped sucking and with a pointed tongue, licked her nipple, then sucked it again. Her grasp eased and he moved his attention to her other breast. His cock was throbbing again. All he could think of was how he wanted to plunge into her but knew that she wouldn’t let him, yet. He again licked her nipple and then drew it within his mouth.
Rukia sighed. ‘That feels good, Ichigo.’
Tentatively he moved his hand down to her mound. He gently touched her slipping his fingers into the slit, feeling her slick and hot against his fingers. Obligingly Rukia moved her legs apart.
‘Kiss me, Ichigo. Kiss me, now.’
He moved his lips to hers, continuing to explore her trying to find the place that might inflame her further. Trying to arouse her enough so that he could enter her. She pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes, suddenly business like.
‘I have thought about which position would be best, Ichigo. I think for your first time we should not try anything too ambitious.’
“Rukia, why are you even talking about positions? All I want to do is.. is….’
‘Yes I am well aware you want to fuck, now. I just thought you might have considered a position.’
To stop further discussion Ichigo let one of his fingers slide into her and explore her entrance as he again kissed her, licking the inside of her lips gently with a pointed tongue. In response he felt her hand encircle his cock. He was now lying beside her, with her breasts against his chest. It felt better than he anticipated, but made his impatience to move on increase. He could tell that her excitement had increased. Maybe if he asked?
‘Please, Rukia. Please let me, let me..’
In response she pulled away.
‘Just calm down for a moment, Ichigo. If we fucked now you wouldn’t last long enough for me. Surely you can tell how close you are to ejaculating.’
‘You really know how to destroy the moment, don’t you, Rukia? Do you want to play Go or Monopoly while I calm down, or will having a fight be enough for you. Maybe you could push me around a bit. Hell, Rukia. What am I supposed to do? This was your idea. Maybe I should go and have another shower, if you’ve changed your mind.’
The heat he had been feeling from passion was quickly changing into anger. He wanted to have sex with her, she had touched him, aroused him and now she was taunting him. He began to move away, but she moved instead.
Rukia lay on her back and opened her legs wide. She looked up at him.
“Good, that calmed you down a little. I think now we may continue.’
She took his cock in her hand and encouraged him to position his body above hers. When she was satisfied she encircled his waist with her legs and guided him into her without waiting for a response. Ichigo was too confused to respond and too hopeful. Rukia had deliberately made him angry to distract him. Sure he did not feel so close to coming, but all the same it didn’t seem fair.
When Rukia had lodged him at the entrance to her vagina, she used her legs to push him inside. She gasped as he entered her and her eyes widened. Ichigo shut his eyes trying to feel every inch enter her. The sensation was even better than when she took him into her mouth. She was hot and wet and it didn’t feel like her mouth, or her hand. He wanted to pause there and just enjoy the new experience, but Rukia was not patient.
‘Come on, Ichigo. I need this. I haven’t had sex since I got here. I’ve got needs too.’
Ichigo opened his eyes to glare at her at the same time sliding his cock out and plunging it back in.
‘Yeah, your needs. What about mine?’ He tried to continue his sentence but the feeling from the movement of his cock within her was too intense to manage the concentration required for talking. It felt so right. Instead he moved his head to kiss her. She responded and moved her hips to meet him every time he plunged into her. He felt the heat, the friction. He leant onto his hands and tried to see how it looked. He could see his cock and it disappearing into her. The sight was enough to make him thrust faster. He wanted to come.
Rukia wrapped her legs around him tightly, stopping his movement. Wriggling but maintaining the contact with his cock, Rukia pushed Ichigo onto his side and then his back. Now she was astride him. She began to move up and down on his cock rhythmically. Almost letting the head escape and then sliding down the length. Ichigo had often wondered what it would be like to be ridden by a woman.
‘Sorry, Ichigo. I find I receive more stimulation when I am on top. And you were moving too fast. Hope you don’t mind, but I don’t really care if you do.’
Ichigo couldn’t string a sentence together in his mind, let alone say anything. He just nodded and gazed at her body moving on top of his. He felt as though he was able to penetrate deeper. He thrust up to meet Rukia. The view was better too. He could see his cock entering her.
Rukia quickened her pace and Ichigo knew that he was going to come. Her acceleration lost some of the rhythm, but his cock was now straining. His balls were so tight and he could see that her nipples were erect. Rukia looked flushed.
‘Rukia, I’m going to …’
“Kaien, oh, Kaien,’ Rukia moaned as she came. The feeling of the convulsing muscles, despite his astonishment at Rukia calling out someone else’s name, made Ichigo come, gasping as he did so.
Sex, mused Ichigo once he could think coherently again, was good, but disturbing.
Rukia, after recovering, realised her mistake.
‘That was quite good, Ichigo. Don’t worry about your family coming in. I have enough energy to use a kido to dampen any noise. I think I’ll go to bed now. Later, maybe.’
Rukia quickly retrieved her pyjamas and went into the cupboard, refusing to respond to any of Ichigo’s questions. He thought he heard her crying, but the sound was too muffled.
Tired of trying to get a response from Rukia, and exhausted by the events of the day, Ichigo settled to sleep, determined to have sex with Rukia again and make her call out his name. His last thought before he slept was ‘Who is Kaien, anyway?’
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Author's Note:
Probably not what you expected. It's going to be fun writing the next chapter.
Reviews, please. I have spell checked this and re-read it a few times. If there are any mistakes, I apologise, but not too much. Maybe there are gremlins that corrupt my spelling and grammar.
MS
