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Craving Strawberry Surprise	By : roguebitch Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ichigo left the bathroom and climbed onto the extravagantly large bed. Sam finished drying quickly and followed him, snagging lube and condoms on the way.
“I didn’t have plans; I had hopes,” Sam said.
Ichigo lay on his back, ankles crossed and arms behind his head, a lithe and very attractive picture of insouciance just begging to be dirtied up a little.
“Well, then maybe I had plans,” he retorted.
Sam climbed onto the bottom of the bed, crawling up Ichigo’s body.
“So, was one of your plans,” Sam said as he kissed his way up Ichigo’s chest, “to get me over to Japan to fuck you for your birthday?”
Ichigo squirmed. “My birthday was a couple of days ago. You’re late.” He arched his back and hissed as Sam lightly scraped his teeth across Ichigo’s nipples.
“Not my fault your timing is off,” Sam’s voice was muffled between Ichigo’s shoulder and neck as he bit down on the tendon there.
“Oh!” Ichigo exclaimed, jerking a little and blushing at his reaction.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sam said, grinning down at an irritated Ichigo. “I didn’t think you were complaining.” He cradled Ichigo’s face in both hands, kissing him slowly and thoroughly. Ichigo surged up to kiss Sam back, curving his hand around Sam’s jaw and stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. Sam got lost in how it felt, blending with the feel of Ichigo’s tongue curling around his and the sharpness of Ichigo’s teeth in his lower lip. He thought he could spend a few hours just kissing him, but that could wait.
Sam drew back and held Ichigo’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking into his eyes. Ichigo returned the look steadily, eyes a burning amber, even if his breath was shallow and quick with anticipation or apprehension.
“You look really hot underneath me like that,” Sam said, sliding his thumb across Ichigo’s lower lip, smiling slightly as Ichigo tried to follow it with his mouth. “And God knows I want to take advantage of it right away. I’m going to try to go slow, but it’s going to hurt.” Ichigo looked as if he were about to refute this, but Sam shook Ichigo’s head once to get his attention back. “It is going to hurt. I mean it. Promise me that if I go too fast or the pain gets to be too much, you’ll tell me. I’ll stop. It’s not a contest. We have lots of time and we can go slow with this.”
“I will,” Ichigo said, and Sam gave him a skeptical look. He knew enough about Ichigo’s personal endurance tests against physical pain and he didn’t want to be one of them. Ichigo scowled up at Sam. “I will! Stop stalling. Let’s do this.”
“If you say ‘come at me, bro’ I’m going to sleep in the bathtub.”
Ichigo glared. “Don’t be an asshole, Sam.”
Sam grinned and stroked his hand down the back of Ichigo’s leg, around his ass, and up his dick. Ichigo moaned, clenching the muscles in the leg Sam had over his shoulder, pulling him closer.
“Tell me again,” Sam said. “Tell me what you want me to do, what you thought about.”
Ichigo’s eyes darted away from Sam’s gaze. There was a lengthy pause.
“Ichigo..?” Sam encouraged gently, smiling. “You have to tell me or I won’t know, and I won’t be able to do it.”
“You are so embarrassing,” Ichigo grumbled, and took a deep breath. “I want to finish what we started last night.” He flushed red all down his torso, but his stare was unwavering and challenging. Even if he was mortified at what he was saying out loud, his voice was even as he said it. “I want you to put your fingers inside me, and your dick. Fuck me, and make me come. That’s what I want. That’s what I’ve thought about.”
“Now, was that so difficult?” Sam’s smile widened at Ichigo’s growl. “Lucky for you, that’s what I want, too,” he said, and took the bottle of lube, pumping some into his palm. He glided his hand down Ichigo’s cock and balls and behind them to Ichigo’s anus. One finger circled it open and slid easily inside. Ichigo choked on a breath, throwing back his head, biting his lower lip hard.
“Okay? More?”
“Yes, dammit, yes,” Ichigo snapped, grasping the latticed headboard in his hands. “One finger isn’t much. I had that last night.”
Sam snorted, acknowledging Ichigo’s point. He poured more lube into his hand and coated his first two fingers with it. He slid them into Ichigo, still encountering very little resistance, making him slippery inside.
“Ah, Sam!” Ichigo cried out, loud and unrestrained, digging his heel into Sam’s back. “Sam, moichido soshite! Kudasai, Sam!”*
“I like the way you say my name, Ichigo,” Sam said, slowly working lube into Ichigo with two slick fingers, widening them, loosening him up. “Even if I don’t know what else you’re saying, it’s pretty exciting when you say it like that. I want more of it. I like it when you’re loud. Makes me want to just fuck you right now.” Sweat ran down Sam’s back and he could see a sheen of it on Ichigo’s chest.
“Yare!” Ichigo gasped, pushing up so he could slide down Sam’s fingers again.
“What?” Sam smiled down at Ichigo.
Ichigo scowled at him. “So do it!”
“Not yet. Not until I have you wet and completely ready. Not until I know you really want it.”
Sam added more lube and slid in a third finger. He spread all three as wide as he could inside and Ichigo’s entire body spasmed. His eyes were glassy and stunned as he stared up at Sam. Sam leaned forward and murmured into Ichigo’s ear, “Ichigo, I wish you could see yourself opened up on my fingers. You’re practically irresistible. So slippery and smooth inside, so damn hot. Can you tell how many fingers I have in you right now?”
Ichigo shook his head, dazed. His mouth hung open and he panted slightly.
“Guess, Ichigo,” Sam said, fingers moving slowly and steadily in and out of Ichigo, who moved with them.
The headboard creaked under Ichigo’s grip.
“I...I don’t know...I can’t tell,” Ichigo stammered. He shook his head angrily. “I...I can’t think...and I don’t care! They’re fingers! I want your dick,” He reached between them and grabbed Sam, not at all gently.
“Ow! You punk!”
Ichigo bared his teeth at Sam, unrepentant.
“Just fuck me, Sam,” he demanded, anger making him coherent. “I know you didn’t come all this way to have me count how many fingers you have up my ass. Which is three, by the way. Are they bigger than your cock? That’s the important question.”
“You are such a fucking brat,” Sam said, amused at Ichigo’s angry assertion over the situation.
“Don’t expect me to be gentle, now,” he warned as he yanked his fingers out and wiped them on the bedsheet. Ichigo hissed in shock. “You’re being such a smartass that you deserve what you’re going to get.” He sat up, causing Ichigo’s wide-open pose to become even wider. Sam’s breath caught at the sight as he ripped a condom packet open with his teeth and smoothed it over his cock, which was so hard it practically curved and throbbed with his pulse. The cool raincoat feel of the condom was, for once, a relief, and Sam was glad it would block some of the sensation out. He didn’t think it would take very much to set him off, even after having come once in the shower.
“I’d ask you if you were ready, but the way you’re rushing me sort of makes that redundant,” Sam teased. “I’ll go slow, but you have to relax.”
Ichigo shook his head.
“Don’t go slow. I want the hard part over with.”
“I am the hard part,” Sam said, and Ichigo rolled his eyes, scorn replacing the resolve on his face briefly.
Ichigo looked defiantly up at Sam, gaze expectant. Sam suspected that if he hadn’t been bracing himself with the headboard, Ichigo would have his arms crossed.
Sam pumped more lube into his hand and coated his dick with it. Leaning over Ichigo again, Sam positioned the head of his cock where his fingers had just been. “Breathe out,” he said. As he exhaled, Sam pushed the head of his dick into him incrementally.
Ichigo froze. His knuckles were white on the latticework, and his arms shook, the muscles locked in sharp relief, his torso a perfect, frozen line. Sam stopped, his prick immobilized by Ichigo’s clenching.
“Well, you’ve got me inside you. Want my fingers back?”
“You. Are. Not. All the way in,” Ichigo growled between huffing breaths.
“You’re kind of preventing that.”
Ichigo glowered, then took another deep breath. He turned his face away, eyes closed, a grimace contorting his features. He clutched at the lattice of the headboard, clenching his teeth and breathing shallowly through his nose, obviously trying to relax. Sam leaned on his hands over Ichigo to let him adjust, feeling the hot tight grip around his prick ease off slightly.
“Ichigo? Are you ready for me to move?”
“Just go,” Ichigo muttered. “Just go, just go, just go.”
Sam went. It wasn’t easy, he pushed inside a little way and had to stop and let Ichigo adjust, and then do it again, applying more lube. He fought Ichigo for every inch, and fought himself back from coming for every inch achieved. Ichigo was just so fucking tight. Even through the mediating influence of the condom, Sam could feel himself driven to his limit. It had been a really long time since he’d been with someone. He needed to have some sort of relationship with someone before he could have sex with them. The kind of life he led wasn’t conducive to that sort of thing happening.
Sam pumped some more lube into his hand. Ichigo cracked an eyelid and looked at him curiously.
“How much of that stuff are you going to use?”
“As much as I need to. I’m going to make a real mess of you, Ichigo.”
And suddenly, he was balls-deep and unable to go further. He had been working so hard that it was kind of a surprise that he could stop. He drew himself out slowly, relubing so he could get it inside Ichigo as much as possible. Another slow move into Ichigo, and the drag reduced somewhat. Sam kept going until he could slide smoothly in and out.
Sooner than Sam expected, Ichigo’s grimace of sheer endurance changed to one of surprise, wonder, and then pleasure. He started to participate, lifting his other leg to wrap around Sam’s hip, changing the angle, making it sweeter. He moved, of his own accord, with Sam. It was absolutely perfect.
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*"Sam, do that again! Please, Sam!"
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