Short bit of Ren/Ichi smuts. My favorite pairing. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!
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His skin felt hot to the touch; so hot it nearly seared Renji's palm as he ran it over the smooth, broad chest beneath him. He could feel the same heat pulsing beneath his own skin, driving him on. The summer weather must have gotten to them, gotten inside of them. Before Renji could react his younger teammate had pulled him down, had kissed him fiercely, had demanded to be embraced in turn. He had never known Ichigo to be so bold, but he'd be damned if he was going to question this gift that was being so eagerly offered. They both knew it had been a long time coming.
Yes, it must have been the heat that drove them to this madness. How else could Renji account for the moist heat of Ichigo's lips and tongue making a trail across his collar bone, nipping at his tender skin with eager ferocity. Renji responded in kind with rough fingers trailing down a broad back, strong arms, jutting hips. The skin beneath his lips tasted of salt and musk, a mix of sweat and sex and a scent that was uniquely Ichigo. It was alluring, intoxicating, Renji had to have more, to taste it more deeply. He felt fingers entwine in his tangled hair, tugging urgently, sending him spiraling further towards maddening ecstasy.
Renji lost all sense of himself, existing solely in the tips of his fingers and the spots of heat those groping lips left in their wake. Time seemed to slow, to expand, to stand still. He felt each grinding of hips against hips, each slick touch of skin, each pulsation of arousal as if it lasted a lifetime. The only things keeping him grounded were the hoarse moans and sharp cries from his partner beneath him, which were met with his own deep grunts and that one name on his lips over and over and over.
In the aftermath of entangled limbs and defiled sheets Renji lay gasping for air, struggling to regain his sanity. The chest beneath him heaved as well, comforting proof that it had not been just a fever dream. Consequences be damned, at the moment all he could do was surrender to the sleep his aching body demanded as payment for his pleasures. The certain complications could wait until they had both recovered. Maybe they would write it off as an impulsive mistake, but at the moment Renji knew that he had never regretted anything less in his life.
It was the heat that had made them do it. Even if it drove him to madness, Renji hoped that this heat would never subside.