Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Lewd Lessons Trilogy ❯ Practical Experience ( Chapter 2 )

Authors Notes: I don't own any of the hotness that is Bleach and all rights apply to the talented people who do own them. I don't make a damn thing off this except for gratifying my own sick and twisted pleasures.

 

Thanks to Leia as beta for this. Kisses babe.

 

2 Practical Experience

 

I expected Ichigo to be tense and irritable by the time I got back from the vacation I went on with my family. Instead, he was relaxed and there was a new confidence about him. I couldn't figure it out. What had Ichigo been doing while I was gone?

 

I watched as he charged the Hollow and yelled as he sliced cleanly through it. The Hollow gave an eerie scream and dissolved into nothing. Ichigo swung his sword up to his shoulder and smirked at me. I pushed my glasses back up my nose and brushed an imaginary speck of lint from my jacket.

 

“Hey, Ishida, we going to your place? My family's home having a movie night or some stupid crap.”

 

“Why do you want to come to my place, Ichigo?” I asked as I fell easily into the pattern of behaviour for our post battle fucks.

 

Ichigo swaggered over to me and invaded my personal space. I refused to back away from him. He couldn't intimidate me and I liked the feel of his spiritual energy leaking out over my skin. If I couldn't see it for myself, I never would have believed that someone like Ichigo had as much power as he did. It made me miss mine terribly, but feeling his was almost as good as having my own back.

 

“Because your parents are always out at night and I can fuck you in a real bed,” he said softly as he gripped my chin almost hard enough to bruise.

 

I pressed my lips together tightly to keep in the little moan that wanted to escape. Damn him. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it to make me want to drag him to my bed. I knocked his hand away and started in the direction of my house. I didn't bother looking behind me. I knew he'd be there. I may have wanted him with a nearly painful intensity, but I was confident in the fact that he wanted me just as badly.

 

The walk was short to my house. No lights shone in the windows. We had the place to ourselves. I checked my watch and found there was probably another two hours before my parents came back home. Plenty of time to burn off the sexual need running through my system. I unlocked the door and toed my shoes off. I heard Ichigo enter behind me and the rustle as he removed his sandals. He followed me to my room and closed the door behind us, flipping the lock just in case somebody came home earlier than expected.

 

I started to remove my clothes and was surprised when Ichigo moved up behind me and held my hands still over my shirt buttons. He started kissing my neck and the sensitive spot behind my ear. He flicked his tongue out to tease my ear lobe and the feel of that warm, wet tongue made me shiver.

 

It also confused the hell out of me.

 

Ichigo never spent time kissing and licking my skin. At least, he never had before. He was always in a rush to get naked and fucking as soon as possible. He wasn't one for spending time kissing and touching when he could be screwing. I wondered again what he had been doing while I was away.

 

And maybe who he had been doing.

 

“Ichigo?”

 

“Yeah?” he asked as he continued to kiss and lick my neck.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Kissing you. What the fuck do you think I'm doing?”

 

“I know that,” I said with a little sigh of pleasure as his lips trailed down the back of my neck. “I meant why are you kissing me?”

 

“You don't like it?” he asked with surprise as he turned me to face him.

 

“I like it. I'm just surprised you're doing it. You never have before.”

 

“I had some lessons while you were gone,” he said with a smirk that held all kinds of sexual promise.

 

“Lessons?” I repeated stupidly. The idea that Ichigo took lessons in anything was mind-boggling.

 

“Yeah. Now shut up and let me show you what I learned,” he said as he gave me a push towards my bed.

 

I went to my bed and sat on the edge. I didn't know what to make of this attitude of Ichigo's. He was usually in a rush to get right to the fucking. I wasn't complaining but it did make me even more curious just who had been giving him lessons. When he knelt between my knees and started to unbutton my shirt with little kisses and licks pressed to the skin he revealed, I wanted to get down on my knees and thank whoever had been teaching him shit.

 

Ichigo finished undoing the buttons and spread my shirt open. He leaned in and licked the nipple he had bared. I bunched the bed spread in my fists and a soft groan left me. I looked down at Ichigo as he looked up at me with a wicked gleam in his eye. I felt a moments unease. God only knew what he would do at the best of times. I groaned again when he latched his mouth to the nipple he had licked and started to suck. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back with the unexpected pleasure.

 

I felt Ichigo's hand settle over my groin and gave a little whimper as he started to stroke me through my pants. He gave my nipple a broad swipe with his tongue before he sat back on his haunches. He rubbed me once more through my pants, making my hips jerk and press into his hand.

 

“How about we both get naked?” he asked as he stood and started to shuck his robes.

 

I felt a little more on solid ground with that question. That sounded more like the impatient Ichigo I knew. He was nude before me; no surprise there. This was more the Ichigo I understood, anxious to get to the screwing. The kissing was nice while it lasted though. I stood and removed my pants and carefully folded them before placing them on a chair. Ichigo left his robes in a crumpled heap on the floor. I resisted temptation to pick them up, fold them and place them on the chair with my pants.

 

Ichigo grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I hissed as I felt both his skin and the spillover of his spiritual energy against my skin. He surprised me when he buried his hands in my hair and held my head still. I wasn't sure what I thought he was going to do but I wasn't expecting the firm press of his lips against mine, or the tongue that teased the seam of my lips. For all the roughness of him pulling me hard against him, his lips were surprisingly gentle on mine.

 

I opened my mouth to him, curious and becoming more aroused by the minute from the unusual treat of feeling Ichigo pressed close to me. I couldn't help the little moan when he ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of my lip before pushing it past my teeth to tangle with mine. While his tongue teased and played with mine, his hands were busy running over my hips and ribs. On one of the passes of his hands, he pressed our hips close and slowly swivelled our groins together.

 

Ichigo broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. He was panting lightly. My own breathing was none to steady. He pulled back and carefully removed my glasses. I squinted at him, trying to bring him into focus. He set my glasses on the night table and lay down on the bed. He pulled me down onto his chest and captured my lips in a deep, passionate kiss before rolling us over until I was on my back under him.

 

“Don't go anywhere,” he said as he moved away and rifled through the contents of the night table.

 

Like I was going to go anywhere. I fully intended to take advantage of this more sensual Ichigo that had followed me home. God only knew when I'd get the chance again. He moved back to kneel between my legs and I heard the pop of the cap on the tube of lube. I gave a disappointed little sigh. Seems like the sensual Ichigo was a short-lived creature. Yes, I wanted to feel him inside me but I wanted more of the touching and kissing too. That had been surprisingly nice.

 

Ichigo brought his lube-slicked fingers to my hole and spread the slippery stuff around. When he started to rub his fingers back and forth with no hurry to his motions, I revised my opinion of the sensual Ichigo being a short-lived creature. I relaxed under his touch and gave a pleased murmur when he slipped a finger inside me. I let my eyes close and just enjoyed the easy in and out slide of his finger in my ass. Goose bumps travelled down my arms when Ichigo started to lightly stroke the fingers of his other hand over my hard cock.

 

I groaned and let my hands drift to my nipples. I teased them into hard little nubs and bit my lip at the pleasurable, unhurried sensations Ichigo was causing to snake through my body. He was usually in such a rush to get off that this slow build up was even more erotic to me. I opened my eyes and wished that he had left my glasses on. I wanted to clearly see his expressions. I gasped when that lone finger teasingly pressed my sweet spot. Even without my glasses, I could see the broad, smug smile on Ichigo's face.

 

“Right there, huh, Ishida? Want me to do that again?”

 

I nodded and moaned when he did.

 

“How come you never said it feels so fuckin' good when you're touched right here?” Ichigo asked as he suddenly pressed hard and made my back arch with pleasure.

 

“You never… ung… you didn't… ah… I…” I tried to tell him but he kept stroking and pressing on that one spot making me writhe with delight.

 

“You're fuckin' sexy when you get all worked up like this, Ishida. I think I like this even better than just spreading your legs and fucking you,” Ichigo said as I felt another finger join the first.

 

I groaned as he started moving his fingers inside me. Every now and again, he'd stroke over the spot that made my cock throb extra hard. It took me a few times to realize it wasn't accidental. He was using an irregular rhythm of touches to wind my desire higher. Making me strain for the touch and not get it only to be surprised and delighted when he did press and stroke over my sweet spot.

 

The fingers that had been lightly stroking my cock circled the base and I whimpered when he took me into his mouth and kept up the tormenting not rhythm he had going in my ass. I squirmed and brought my hands to his head, burying my fingers in his short hair as I started to thrust my hips. Whoever his teacher had been, they were damn good. I was going to have to find out whom that person was and worship the ground they walked on for teaching Ichigo so thoroughly. I might want a few lessons myself.

 

Ichigo sucked on my cock like he had all the time in the world. His tongue swirled around the head and teased the slit. His teeth scraped down the length adding just a hint of roughness that I found I liked. When he stopped, I almost whimpered in protest. I did hear a little whine leave my throat when he drew his fingers from me. He gave one final lick to my cock and sat back on his heels.

 

“I'm feeling a little left out of the action, Ishida. You have a fantastic mouth. How about we put it to use?”

 

Ichigo moved up next to my head and swung a leg over. I looked up and had no problem making out his erection from this close even without my glasses. He stretched out his body and I felt his breath puff out over my cock. A little shiver moved through me when I felt his lips press light kisses to the head before he took me back into his mouth. I moaned and he moved his hips lower until his cock brushed against my lips. I opened my mouth and took him inside.

 

His pleased hum travelled over my cock and drew an answering sound from me. A groan of delight left me when Ichigo slipped his fingers back inside me. His mouth on my cock and fingers in my ass was one of the best things I'd had happen to me in a long time. Two weeks had been a long time with just the feel of my own hand on my cock. I worked Ichigo's cock with my mouth and ran my hands over his hips. Ichigo gripped the base of my cock and held me while he turned his head to look at me.

 

“The lube is beside your hip, Uryuu. I'd like it if you'd use it,” Ichigo said in a husky voice.

 

It took me a minute to understand what he was saying. My only excuse was that it was the very last thing that I ever expected to hear from him. Ichigo had never given any indication that he'd let anything near his ass. Just what had these lessons he said he'd gotten been about? How could I get him to take more?

 

I groped beside me and picked up the lube. I moved his dick from my mouth and squirted lube over my fingers. He moved forward slightly and I touched his puckered opening, rubbing lube over it before pressing gently inside. His pleasure filled sigh thrilled me as I slid my finger into him. I found it incredibly erotic to see my finger slide in and out and hear the noises of satisfaction he made. His spiritual energy spiked sharply and spilled over my skin making me suck in my breath.

 

“Suck me while you finger me, Uryuu, and I'll do the same for you,” he said in a dark voice as his eyes closed briefly from the feelings that were coming to life in him.

 

The want in his voice was erotic. To know that it was because of what I was doing to him and what he was doing to me was a huge turn on. I took his cock back into my mouth and started to slowly suck and finger him as he asked. His groan before he moved to take me back into his mouth was enough to make my desire climb higher than it already was.

 

I lost myself in the feel of Ichigo's mouth on my cock and his fingers in my ass, stretching me. The heat around my own finger was incredible and I always liked having his cock in mouth. When Ichigo paused in his cock sucking I almost whined.

 

“More, Uryuu,” he demanded in a husky voice.

 

I moaned and pushed another finger inside him. There was something about him using my given name in such a darkly erotic tone that pushed all kinds of carnal buttons for me. He wriggled his ass and when I pressed on his prostate, the growl of pleasure from him made me shudder and push my hips up, forcing more of my cock into his mouth. He started that maddening not rhythm again and soon had me twisting my hips under him to try and get him to press where I wanted. When I realized that he was having fun teasing me, I started to do the same thing to him. After several minutes, he pulled back and moved off me. I panted as I squinted at him. Now what was he up to?

 

“You're a fucking tease, Uryuu. I like that,” he said with a smirk. “But I can't take more teasing. I need to feel you.”

 

I spread my legs wider and braced my feet on the bed. I was ready to feel more than just his fingers inside me. I wanted more than just his fingers inside me. Ichigo really was working on holding himself back. Even without my glasses, I could see the sheen of sweat on his skin and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He knelt between my splayed legs and pressed his cock to my slicked and stretched hole. With the amount of time he had spent playing with me, he slid in smoothly with nothing more than a slight sting that was gone before I even registered it. Both of us groaned and I reached up to pull his head down for a kiss.

 

Ichigo kissed me with heat and passion as he remained still and let me adjust to him. The only thing he did move was his lips over mine. He licked at my lips until I opened my mouth to him. His tongue played with mine and I chased it back to his mouth. Ichigo sucked lightly on my tongue as he had on my cock and that made me arch my body against his, pushing his cock deep inside me. He didn't move until I twitched my hips and made wanting noises in my throat.

 

He started a slow series of strokes that soon made us break the kiss to pant. I felt his lips trail down my neck and his tongue dip into the hollow of my throat. He nibbled on my ear lobe and nuzzled into my hair.

 

“Start jerking yourself, Uryuu. You're too fucking sexy and feel too damn good for me to last long,” he whispered in my ear.

 

I moaned and reached between our bodies for my cock. I hooked my legs around his and stroked myself to the easy rhythm he was using. As soon as he felt me stroking myself, his pace sped up. I felt his spiritual energy build and I opened my senses to it as I sped up my hand. Delightful prickles of power danced over my skin and I felt my balls draw up tight. I tried to stop the rush so I could wallow in the spillover of his power but it felt too good. My back arched and my cock spurted. I groaned at the sweet relief and felt Ichigo's fingers tighten where he gripped me at the shoulder and hip. His breath hissed out between his teeth and his power lashed me gently as he found his own peak. I made noises of satisfaction deep in my throat at the feel of his cock pulsing in my ass.

 

Ichigo collapsed over top of me and panted raggedly against my throat for several minutes before easing himself from me and rolling to his side, taking me with him. He kissed me roughly and stroked a hand down my side and hip before flopping to his back with a tired, satisfied sigh. He lay there quietly, his breathing slowing back to normal before he spoke.

 

“Damn, I didn't think he'd be right.”

 

“Who? Right about what?” I asked as I slipped my glasses on so I could see properly.

 

“He said you'd like it better and we'd both have more fun if I slowed down sometimes. He said that fast fucking was good and you got off but that sometimes it was better if you let stuff build up. He said you get a more… profound orgasm. I thought he was bullshitting me. He was right though.”

 

“He who, Ichigo? The person you said was teaching you stuff? Who the hell is he? Where did you meet him?”

 

“Zangetsu. He's been teaching me more than just swordsmanship,” Ichigo said with a snicker.

 

“You're getting lessons on screwing from your sword? That's just weird, Ichigo. Maybe a little disturbing too.”

 

I knew I was looking at Ichigo with a mix of shock and curiosity. Shock that he was basically screwing his sword. Or letting his sword screw him. Or whatever. The curiosity was to know what it felt like. Zangetsu, from what I knew, was an older guy and he did look kinda sexy in a rough, bad-boy sorta way. He probably had all kinds of sex secrets up his coat. If personifications of weapons had those kinds of things in the first place. It still freaked me out a little though.

 

“Why? He obviously knew what he was talking about. You seemed it like it a lot.”

 

“But Zangetsu is … it's your—it's just freaky.”

 

Ichigo turned his head on the pillow and looked at me with speculation. He seemed to be thinking something over and that worried me just a little. Ichigo giving serious thought to anything was kinda scary. He turned his head to stare at the ceiling and was quiet. When he did speak, it was in a soft, sure voice that was very unlike his usual tone.

 

“He told me that he'd been waiting for me to call him that first time. He said my pleasure was his pleasure. And it is, Uryuu. It feels so damn good with him. It's different than with you. His power pushes against mine and it makes my skin feel like… I can't explain it,” Ichigo said with a sigh. “And you know what? I've never fucked him. He always fucks me. He said when I master him, like I did to learn ban-kai; then I can fuck him.”

 

I turned my head to stare at him. To say I was surprised that he let someone fuck him would have been an understatement. I wondered what I'd have to do to get to slide my dick into him. I thought I knew what he meant about the power over his skin. I felt that with Ichigo all the time when we fucked. It was heady stuff and I never stopped to think that he didn't feel it too. Then again, we didn't start screwing each other until after we got back from Soul Society and by then, my powers were either gone or buried so deep I couldn't even find them. I think that made me more aware of Ichigo's power.

 

“Would you try something with me, Uryuu?” Ichigo asked as he continued to stare at the ceiling. There was a faint flush to his cheeks that I didn't think was from our recent bout of sex.

 

“It's not something weird is it?” I asked suspiciously.

 

“No… well, maybe. I'd like… would you…” Ichigo started, turning a bright red.

 

I watched him struggle with what he wanted to ask me. Ichigo wasn't usually shy. Especially about sex with me and what he wanted. I was torn between curiosity and wariness.

 

“Would you try a three-way with me and Zangetsu? You wouldn't have to do anything with him if you didn't want to, but I'd really like to try it,” he asked, nerves making his voice quieter than normal.

 

I knew my eyes were wide in surprise. Ichigo asking me to try a three-way with him and the personification of his sword was… kinky and sort of enticing. I couldn't believe I was even contemplating it. Ichigo wasn't looking at me but I could feel him wanting an answer like he had shouted the question.

 

Ichigo said he liked the feel of Zangetsu's power pushing against his own and that intrigued me. I wanted to feel that. I liked the way Ichigo's power felt. I'd probably like the way his sword's power felt too. Zangetsu had to be pretty good in bed, too, if he had managed to teach Ichigo so much in just the time I was gone.

 

“How do you even know Zangetsu would agree to something like that?”

 

“He's a part of me. He wants what I want. He told me so himself. I want to try this. He'll want to try it too.”

 

I found my mouth agreeing before my brain had time to finish thinking about it. Ichigo turned to face me finally and a brilliant smile made him better looking than a guy had any right to be. He kissed me hard and deep before pulling back and checking the clock on my desk. His smile turned wicked and his hand ghosted down my ribs and closed on my soft cock.

 

“I did slow and shit. How about fast and rough? Got just enough time for it,” Ichigo said as he started firm strokes to my cock.

 

I felt my nipples tighten as tendrils of Ichigo's power slithered over my skin. I grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked him down for a kiss. This was the Ichigo I was use to. I liked the fast, demanding one as much as the slow, sensual one. Maybe I'd like the one that let Zangetsu top him. There was only the one way to find out and I was oddly looking forward to it.