Okay...this is an RP done with sinyeta.
sinyeta is in bold and I'm in normal text (not hard to figure out. Bad joke...) Also this is an IchiRen RP, run away if you don't like it.
(11/26/08): Cleaned up some of it...what I could, at least.
Ichigo walked into his and Renji's quarters, stretching out on the bed. The was had been over for about a year now...actually, it was a year exactly. And that, in Ichigo's teenaged sense, deserved a...reward...sort of. At least.....he wanted one. Convincing Renji was another matter entirely. Sighing, he started to drift off, waiting for his lover to arrive at home from his office.
Renji was sitting at his desk with a sigh, finally done signing the last sheet of bloody paper, a grin spreading across his thinned lips. Knowing he would return to Ichigo in a matter of seconds, since he was going to shunpo back, his heart simply raced at the thought of finally getting away from the silent office. The redhead stood and shunpoed away without another word, grinning the whole way to the quarters he shared with Ichigo. Pushing open the door, he set off to find the teen, reddish-brown eyes looking from side to side, stopping once he reached the bedroom, only to chuckle at the sight of a sleeping Ichigo. Walking over, he set his hand on the teen's shoulder, shaking him gently. "Oi, Strawberry, get up."
Scowling at his nickname, and groaning at the rude awakening, Ichigo then grinned as he noticed who was there. "Hey Ren. I was waiting for you. Do you remember what today is?"
He chuckled at the scowl, even though everyone told Ichigo it made him look...mean...Renji found it to be a sort of pout. "Yeah, I remember..." he replied, looking into Ichigo's brown eyes.
Grinning slightly, Ichigo pulled Renji lower, pushed himself us slightly, and kissed him.
Sighing contently, signing papers wasn't his cup of tea anyway, Renji slowly wrapped his arms around Ichigo's neck with a smile forming on his lips. There was nothing better than a kiss, he concluded, nothing.
After about a minute, Ichigo took a breath of air, laughing slightly. "I'm bored.....can we do something?" A slight smirk appeared on Ichigo's face.
Renji quirked a tattooed brow, staring at him with confusion for a second then blushing. "Aren't you always bored?" he questioned, truthfully...stalling was fun, especially when he did it on purpose. Usually regretting it later.
Ichigo pouted slightly. "Maaaybe. Can you unoboredify me?"
"What am I to you? Entertainment?" Renji asked, eyes widening slightly.
Ichigo grinned. "No, I love you,there's a difference."
Nodding, the redhead laughed at his own sentence. "Right...I forgot." he whispered, smiling while lifting his left hand and running his fingers through Ichigo's hair. "And I love ya too."
Ichigo leaned up at the touch, smiling. "You know what I wanna' do, right?"
Renji chuckled a bit, an embarrassed grin passing his features. "I'm pretty sure I do."
Ichigo grinned up. "Please?"
The redhead bit his lower lip, each time Ichigo said that word it always crumbled his thoughts into tiny particals...since it was really rare that his lover would use that word. Releasing a deep breath, Renji looked at him with a lazy look, then nodded. "Fine." he complied, defeated once again. ...and he'd never admit it to anyone, anyone but Ichigo.
Ichigo grinned, kissing his lover once more.
Renji let his eyes shut, tightening his arms hold around the teen's neck, tilting his head to the side to deepen the lip-lock.
Ichigo darted his tongue out, in a silent request for Renji to open his mouth in order to deepen the kiss further.
A moan slipped past his lips, parting them while burying his fingers into the spiky, vibrant, strands.
Ichigo smirked mentally, trying now to derobe Renji.
The redhead squirmed, lifting his hips with a whine, sliding his hands down to work on Ichigo's top.
Pushing himself up, Ichigo assisted in his shirt before going back to Renji's clothing, taking his top off first, then trying for his bottoms.
Renji, deciding to be cruel, grabbed hold of Ichigo's wrists, staring at him with soft pants escaping his mouth. "Goin' a little too fast..." he teased with a laugh. "Didn't know I turn ya on that much."
Icigo's eyes narrowed. "Let go...please." He whimpered slightly.
Renji blushed, cursing the fact that Ichigo looked so God-like saying that so-called 'magic word', releasing the wrists and leaning towards the teen, pressing their lips together.
Ichigo, once more, smirked mentally before returning the kiss, this time going for Renji's pants again.
The redhead lifted his hands, placing them on Ichigo's shoulders, pulling the spiky haired teen closer.
Ichigo grinned into the kiss, returning it with gusto before pulling his lover's pants off.
A gasp slipped past Renji's lips as a brush of cold air hit his bare skin, shivering while arching up to the spiky haired Kurosaki, trying to steal his warmth.
Ichigo broke the kiss for air once more, still grinning. "Cold, are we?"
Renji trembled, blushing furiously, he did NOT want to admit it, but he was. "N-not really..." he stammered looking to the side.
"Really? You....," Ichigo looked down, then looked back up, "beg to differ."
The blush brightened in color, reddish-brown eyes glaring at him, sticking his lower lip to pout. "Stop teasin' me, Ichi," he begged, trying to pull out the best puppy eyes possible.
Ichigo rolled his eyes, but gave in. Moving behind Renji, he pushed him onto the bed, then turned him around so they were facing each other.
Renji grinned once Ichigo rolled him over, looking up at the spiky haired teen with soft reddish-brown eyes, reaching his right hand up to caress the side of Ichigo's tanned face.
Ichigo leaned into the touch, smiling. Then, he lowered himself to Renji's member, placing his hand around it, and stroking softly.
The redhead sighed softly at the touch, rolling his hips up to get a better friction as he leaned his head forward, placing their lips together.
Ichigo kissed back, holding back a smirk. He stroked slower, for torture.
Renji parted with a growl, "Stop teasin' me." Pressing up against the teen with a whimper. Sure, he liked being teased, but this wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
This time, Ichigo smirked. "Want it that badly?"
A blush painted itself over Renji's face, looking over to his right at the bedsheets, his left hand's fingers curling around the fabric, nibbling on his lower lip with the whisper of, "Yes."
Ichigo nodded, then giving in, he stroked faster, slower, faster, slower, before taking his lover in his mouth.
Now, if my internet hadn't gone out at my place we would've finished this. And if I had gotten on the computer sooner today, we could've finished. God...sometimes I loath the internet. Anywhos...we'll finish this...if I can get a hold of sinyetas.
And as you can also tell, I'm in the stage of making the semes the ukes right now, but...I'll still make the semes semes, don't worry.