Fic: Untitled
Oct. 27th, 2008 12:16 am
He couldn’t help it. When a body was that lithe, that shapely – he simply couldn’t help it. Kurosaki’s chest beneath those tight tee’s he always wore and his muscular arms were too much for him to resist. Kisuke Urahara felt his eyes move over the teenager’s body, but was unable to force himself to look away.
Ichigo’s lips looked soft as he spoke, his word were liquid flowing from his mouth. The muscles of his neck twisted, rising and falling beneath the pale skin as he turned his head in conversation. Kisuke imagined what his hip bones looked like below those too tight jeans that he wore. Fuck – he should stop thinking altogether. But then Ichigo looked at him…
Those raw sienna eyes glanced at him and he felt his body go stiff. This was torture, it had to be. He continued to appraise Ichigo’s body - the group conversation completely forgotten. What was small talk compared to Ichigo Kurosaki’s body?
“…you think, Urahara-san?” Ichigo unknowingly interrupted. “I understand if you aren’t able to accommodate me.”
“I’m sorry Kurosaki-kun, my mind was elsewhere. Can you repeat that?” Kisuke state calmly. He had just finished inspecting the boys strong, thin finger before he was yanked from his trance. This was becoming a problem. The past two weeks had been like this: the usual group appearing and conversing without him, because he found it impossible to look away from the boys’ entrancing body.
“I’ll be training for a few days and wondered what you thought of me staying here for a night or two.”
“It would not be a problem. My home is open to anyone who wishes to stay.”
“Excellent. I’ll be here tomorrow morning to start my training.”
Things were about to become even more difficult for Kisuke Urahara.
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Date: 2008-10-27 01:28 pm (UTC)