Title: Not Seeing Is Believing

Author: Perverted Priestess 69

Pairing: Ichi/Ishi

Rating: G

Warnings: Megane, Kissing

Summary: Uryuu likes what it means to kiss.

Uryuu only liked few things; sewing, reading, and kissing. The latter more to the point of being kissed and by a particular orange haired Shinigami at that. He could give or take being a Quincy even to those things he truly enjoyed in his life. Kissing for him was even more intimate than sex because it told how one truly felt about a person. Anybody could get there dick up if the mood was right but kissing will tell on you every time. That is if you know how to do it right… and Ichigo did.

For him it was not only the way Ichigo kissed, but the tradition he had made of their habits. He'd remove Uryuu's glasses, sit them on his head( a notion Uryuu liked a lot), he'd look at him up close and caress his face. Ichigo had a habit of making Uryuu feel things that no one else could, like timid and shyness. An overwhelming blush that no one else could prove. Uryuu couldn't see all that great but he didn't need to. He felt everything he'd close his eyes and everything was full of colors. He'd hear deep purple moans when he'd listen, when Ichigo slid his hands over him felt green and gold, Ichigo's tongue on his felt like a rich blue, the sweet musky scent of Ichigo was red and all of it was encased in a theater of velvet black.

Their intimacy was cute, sensual and they made Uryuu feel special like he took so much care in loving him only in this way. For him few things made Uryuu truly smile and this was one of them, it made him high inside like no drug could ever make anyone feel. And while he wanted training to become stronger from his father he knew it was a outright lie he told him when he said he'd stay away from Ichigo. And every time he rubbed that star it made his desire grow for his lover.

Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Name playing in his mind, past thoughts dancing around in his head. He hated Ichigo so much he loved him and loved him so much he hated him. The thought would make him smile every now and then because it was so damn contradictory. He liked the cloud of confusion because the answer to the question was always clear. Every bit of it was worth risking for just one more kiss.

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A/N: I love to kiss and I love the thought of them doing so as well. Yeah, the icon for this was just an ironic steal. And it had absolutely nada to do with me writing this the way I did. I think I might make my OTP kiss later too! (Kaku/Yumi for those that don't know! Ain't love grand!