A/N: While working on another story, this angsty little bit popped up in my head.
Rather than ignore it completely until it ate me up from the inside, I decided to get it out of my system. Which(knowing me, it probably will) may or may not develop into a full blown story...
If I could choose more than two categories, I'd pick romance, angst, and drama, but I don't make the rules.
For all intents and purposes, Renji is Kensei's adopted son.
Enjoy!
"There."
Fuck.
His hands are so warm.
Feels nice.
Would they feel this good wrapped around my throat?
No.
Fuck.
I need to stop.
The heat doesn't help the pain shooting through the bridge of my nose, but it sure does take my mind off of it. I wiggle my nose and sniffle, the feeling of the gray adhesive bandage annoying the crap out of me. He moves on to wrap my sprained wrist.
Ow.
"Shit, sorry."
Ow.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?"
Ow.
I'm staring at his hands again.
What if he–
No.
Jesus Christ, I feel sick.
"It's a good thing Renji got you to me when he did. Per usual." He smirks a little.
Fuck.
That's new.
He shouldn't do that again.
"Though, I do wish he would've gotten you here sooner. I should just keep you around so you don't get hurt anymore." Another smirk, accompanied by a chuckle this time.
Oh, shut the hell up.
"Watch the light." He lifts up the hair covering my right eye(my bad eye) and waves a small light in it. I follow it as best I can. "How's your vision been?"
I shrug first, but immediately verbalize an answer. I'm trying to be more mature, "U-Um, it's better. My vision is…better…" That took a lot of energy for some reason.
He switches off the light. "Has the blurriness come back?"
Only around you.
"Um…not lately." I habitually rub my eye(ow). An insecurity mechanism of mine.
"Hm. That's good." He nods slowly in thought. I hate it when he does that.
"Shuuhei, come on! I'm going to play without you!"
Renji, once again, you've saved me.
"Renji! Yell like that again in this house, and you'll be playing that fucking game without a controller!"
Like always, he's unaware of the fact that he just yelled louder.
I smirk this time.
"Ridiculous, isn't he?" My smirk disappears when he looks back at me with a sigh. I manage a small smile and a nod. "Could you please remind your friend that we don't play video games until after dinner?" I nod again and stand up, pace towards the door before I stop in my tracks.
"Oh!" I kind of shout the word and embarrass myself. He didn't even notice. "Um, thanks," I bite out quietly and look at my shoes.
I wish I was more confident. Not so shy.
"No problem." He ruffles my dark hair.
That makes me remember: I'm just a fucking kid to him.
"Just try and keep out of so much trouble, okay Shu?"
I don't like it when he calls me that, but I don't want him to stop.
I nod and slink out of the small washroom before he can see the anxious blush on my face.
I'm so pathetic. I've always been pathetic.
"Ren, your dad said to eat dinner before you play." I have to bite back the word 'Daddy,' which is what I desperately want to call Mr. Muguruma in the dead hours of the night.
Is that weird?
"'kay, let me just start up the game." He tried to fiddle with the controls as fast as he could.
"Bro, come on! You're being an idiot!" I shout.
Speaking to Renji is almost like breathing. Much easier.
Considering the fact that I don't want to fuck him.
Stop.
"Seriously? Do I have to go now?" He calls out to his father. I nod with a sympathetic smile before he answers.
"Yes, you do! Now get your narrow ass down here!" I let out a low giggle.
"I fucking love your dad." My attempt to make everything seem normal. But I meant that in more ways than one.
"Ah, that old fart always has to ruin everything! Such an asshole!" I laugh a little again. He places his controller on the floor and stands before putting his long red hair into a low ponytail.
It makes me wonder what his mom must've looked like.
I shake the thought and pack up my homework and such before I follow him down the hallway. The food smells amazing(ugh, my stomach). I really want to try some, but I have to go.
No telling if they'll lock the gates before I get there.
With that thought in mind, I sling my backpack on my shoulders and head towards the door.
"You're leaving?"
Shit.
"Um, well I–" I stutter part of a response loud enough so he can hear me in the kitchen.
"What the hell, man?" Renji adds. "Aren't you going to eat with us?"
I seriously don't need this.
"I really gotta go, Ren." I never stutter when answering him. I need excuses. "We have that packet due tomorrow and–"
"Well, you can't work on an empty stomach, right?" He walks out of the kitchen to speak to me. He looks good with an apron.
I wonder what he'd look like with nothing on but that apron.
I shake my head; luckily that works as a response too. I find another excuse in the clock.
"I-I-I live kinda far so…I-I should probably start heading back before it gets dark."
"I can drive you."
Well you just have all the fucking answers, don't you?
"I-I don't want to run into trouble."
"I can just let your parents know you're with us."
I bite back a sick laugh, as that wasn't even remotely close to what I meant.
"W-Well…I wouldn't want to…intrude…" I start fiddling with my hands, try to stop them from shaking. I'm out of excuses.
"No intrusion at all." He holds up his hand. "You're a friend of my son's(don't remind me), so you're welcome here anytime."
"Kensei's right, Shu." He doesn't flinch at Renji's use of his first name. I don't shudder at Renji's use of my nickname. "Plus, I can hear your stomach growling. It's louder than a bear, dude."
As if on cue, my stomach lets out the most painfully loud rumble of my entire existence.
The universe seems to be painstakingly driven on making me the most miserable being on this planet tonight.
He grunts irritably. A sinful sound. "Stop being ridiculous." How'd he get behind me? "You're making this way more difficult than it needs to be. We'll get you filled up, and then after some downtime, I'll drive you home myself." He slips his careful fingers under the straps of my backpack and he slides them off. It passes in slow-motion for me.
Such bullshit.
The feel of his fingertips on the sensitive skin of my arms gives me shivers up and down my spine. It makes me feel warm, weak, with the intensity of my anxiousness, and the inevitability of his nonexistent intentions. I let out the smallest of breaths, but it feels like my lungs have collapsed in on themselves. I bow my head to hide my red face, and ball my fists to ease the clamminess.
Someone just kill me now.
Renji sniffs. A shrill beep fills the air.
"Shit, the food!"
Death by fire sounds pretty good.
"So," he starts and pauses to swallow his food, "what the hell happened today?"
I'm too nauseous to touch my food, or hear what he said to me.
After the fire was put out, I(stupidly) offered to cook, since they offered to have me. Mr. Muguruma would constantly pop in to check and see if Renji and I needed any assistance, or just to make sure clumsy me hadn't chopped off a hand, and that only reminded me more that I was a fucking child to him. But through my annoyance, I helped make some delicious(I think?) fried rice and slow-cooked beans with some sakuramochi for dessert. One-handed Shuuhei could still throw down in the kitchen.
"Shuuhei?"
God, the way he says my name just gets me so…
I shiver again.
"Huh?"
"You wanna tell him? Or should I?" Renji asks with a smirk.
"Uh…" I don't fucking remember what he said. "You go 'head. You're the better story-teller anyway."
"I am, aren't I?" I playfully roll my eyes. "Well, there's this group of kids at school that no one likes, right?"
"Uh-huh," He answers then takes another bite. I can't stop watching his lips close around his chopsticks.
Imagine them closing around my–
"So they start picking on this girl, Rangiku. Y'know, the one I told you about?" He makes gestures to his chest, and I wonder with a laugh why I chose to be friends with this fool. "So they start pushing her and touching her without her permission, and Shu just jumps right in! No warning to me whatsoever! Just left me hanging in the dust to save this girl!"
"Sounds like Shuuhei has a little crush. That's a first." He smirks playfully at me and I just keep my eyes down and my mouth shut.
This isn't the first time.
"Well, anyway, Shu shoves one guy's nose, I shit you not, up into his brain. Before he can go to the second guy, he gets punched in the nose himself!" I subconsciously touch the bandage covering the broken skin. "He starts swinging again! Hits a guys temple and he falls right over! Another one grabs Rangiku again, and Shu pushes him, but not before he gets pushed to the ground. He tried to catch his weight, but ended up landing on his wrist."
A hiss rings from Mr. Muguruma. "Ouch. Must've hurt." He flashes another smile at me and I sink lower in my seat and concentrate on dying.
Oh, he really shouldn't do that.
"Ren…"
"Nah, nah, let me finish! So Shuuhei's standing there, one arm useless, blood spilling down his face, and he starts swinging again! He knocks another guy out, but that's when I had to jump in to save his ass from getting annihilated." Face redder than ever, I open my mouth to protest, but Renji cuts me off. "When all is said and done, and Rangiku got her few punches in, she walks up to Shuuhei and gives him a kiss right on the mouth!" Renji's shoulders begin to quake. "I've never seen him so red!"
I open my mouth again to say my case, but no sound comes out. I'm too embarrassed. Now they're both laughing at me.
"Well that was just stupid," he says playfully. "But I'm glad you two idiots have each others backs."
I give a small(fake) smile and as they talk and laugh about father/son things, I drag my chopsticks around my plate. I can't really eat properly with my right hand anyway. I can eat the mochi, though, and it's delicious, if I do say so myself. Mr. Muguruma compliments me on the meal and tells me I have great taste and talented hands(he doesn't even know), then jokes about me just having one talented hand at the moment. I smile at the banter towards me politely, but I just try to keep my head down and my thoughts to myself. Who knows what could have fallen out of my mouth if I wasn't paying attention?
Suddenly, a phone rings somewhere, and Mr. Muguruma gets up to get it. He sounds excited, like one of his good friends called. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I was't really interested in what Renji was talking about, so I secretly listened to his father.
"No way! The last date was terrible!…So what if she was pretty? She was crazy!…And so immature. You know I hate that…" I make a mental note of that for some reason. "I don't know if I can do this anymore, Rose…None of these women are mature enough for me…I know you guys want me to be happy, but Renji is my main concern right now. His well-being is my top priority…Yeah…I do miss her(Renji's mom?) but–Shinji get off the phone!" His laugh makes me feel like there is honey coating the walls of my inner ear. "Yeah, okay, I'll give it a try one more go…Y'know, you and Shinji are starting to make me question if you are really my best friends…" His face curls up into a devilish smile, and I almost fall out of my chair. When he says his goodbyes, I try to focus in on what Renji was talking about before he asks me if I was listening, but he immediately turns his attention to his dad. I'm safe for now.
As they speak I pay very close attention to him. The way his jaw moves when he chews, the way his nostrils flare when Renji says something stupid, the way the muscles in his arms tighten under the skin when he reaches across the table to grab something...
I need so much help.
After dinner, I make it to Renji's room and sit down next to him in front of his large TV.
He holds out a controller to me.
I hold up my bandaged hand and stare blankly at him, the gesture holding all the sarcasm I needed.
"Whatever, asshole." He snaps. I snicker.
"Dude, you don't know how much I wish I could play this game," I whine.
I wonder if he'd want me to whine like that for him…
Renji is right here, for crying out loud.
Shiver.
"Well, we have been waiting a whole year for this new Smash Bros. game. If I were you I'd be depressed too," Renji responds with an arrogant tone.
"I never said I was depressed, idiot."
"Yeah, but be honest with yourself."
I shake my head and watch him choose his favorite characters and begin to think about what I'd been doing for the past year while waiting for this game, but I end up thinking about one thing only.
When I first met him.
It was maybe four years ago. I was about twelve, and in the midst of fetching a home run from a game of kickball. It rolled somewhere in the trees around the school, and when I went to go get it, I came face-to-face with a very patient mountain lion. I still feel like a coward for not defending myself that day, but I'm also thankful because he wouldn't have been with me had it not happened. I was too shaken to move, so it attacked me first. After a scratch to the eye, I was bleeding profusely, and Renji, who I didn't know at the time, ran over with a large stick and started yelling. He intimidated the thing, that's for sure, because the next thing I knew I was being dragged into someones car and rushed into a hospital operating room. All I can remember from the operating table were really soft hands…they were warm and comforting, they made the pain a lot more bearable. When I woke up, Renji was in my room, along with his doctor father. The man who saved me, and has been saving me from smaller scrapes ever since. Renji became my best friend, and his father became my permanent doctor.
Oh, and the first person I've ever fell in love with.
Great story, right?
Shall I thrown in the parts when I started to get the urge to get on my knees whenever I was in his presence?
No?
Well, I guess that could be gathered by the events of today…
I started feeling this way about him maybe about a year ago, after I experimented with a kid in our class named Ichigo. The kid was about as shy as I was, but when the time came, he bent over and let me fuck him until his ass was red and sore. But my love for Renji's dad is nothing new, just the physical aspect of it is what I'm trying to figure out. I'd always had a little man-crush on him, but I'd never felt the need to grind on his leg until I–
"BOOYAH!" Renji shouts, startling me with his cheers for finishing off another challenger. I just smile and high-five him with my non-dominant hand, which turned out horribly. When Renji continued to play, I continued to watch, until the floor started to feel real comfortable, and my eyes started to feel a little…
When I stir awake, it's dark out, and Renji and I are both lying on the floor. He's dressed in his sweat pants and one of his dad's t-shirts, and for a moment, I wished our positions were switched. Though I steady my thoughts and bring myself to my feet. On Renji's bed, there's a note on top of another large t-shirt.
'Shu, I left this here for you in case you woke up late. You looked so peaceful while you two were sleeping, so I didn't want to wake you. But if you do wake up late, just throw your clothes in with the wash. I'll take care of it.
~Mr. M'
I slowly picked up the shirt and held it up with trembling hands. It was his old football jersey.
Of all the fucking shirts…
I make sure Renji is still asleep before I press the shirt to my nose and inhale a little. A small shiver runs up my spine and I contemplate on if I should put on this thing that will certainly kill me, but I decide that if I'm gonna die young, I'm gonna die happy.
I quickly take off all my clothes, except my dark blue boxer briefs, and pull on the large jersey. It goes down to just above the hem of my briefs, and I couldn't have felt more content. I turn off Renji's console for him and quietly walk down the hallway. The TV is on a low volume, giving the dark room that familiar blue glow. I continue my way into the living room and around the corner of the couch to see one of the things I'd only dreamed of before now.
Mr. Muguruma is sprawled out on the couch, his work pants forgotten on a chair, his tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned and messy, and his mouth open slightly, the sound of his light snores bringing that honey feeling back into my ears. I fiddle with my hands again, not sure what to do at this point. My mouth opens but I don't speak. I don't tap his foot. I don't do anything. The only thing I am strong enough to do is sit near the very edge of the couch facing him and tuck my knees under my chin as I observe him. His foot is almost touching my bare thigh, and I make it a priority to not let that happen. His other leg rests away from the couch completely. His legs are spread wide open. I let my eyes rake up his leg and as they get dangerously close to where they wanna be, I shiver and my neck and face grow warm. His dark gray briefs hug his muscular thighs nicely and…and…It's not like my eyes have never been transfixed on the man's crotch before(believe me), but, it's never been this…this…pronounced. A large bulge rests between his thighs, the member inside slightly swollen and jumping occasionally as his facial expression changes in reaction to whatever dream he's having.
"Mm…Lisa…Daddy's girl is being naughty~…" He sings in his sleep.
Oh. He likes to be called 'Daddy.'
That'll do wonders for me whenever I look at him.
I swallow nervously as I look at his half-hard dick push at his tight underwear again. Questions fill my mind. Filthy questions I can't help thinking of.
How big is it?
What would it feel like?
How does he like his sex?
All questions I can't just ask.
While I think of these things, Mr. Muguruma stirs. He smiles in his sleep before his eyes flutter open. He lets out a large silent yawn and stretches his long limbs out in every direction. When his leg pushes against my rear, he jumps awake.
"Shuuhei, I didn't know that was you," he manages through a yawn.
"O-Oh. U-Uh, I-I'm sorry, if I woke you. I-I can just go back–"
"No," he slightly sits up and put his legs together. He pulls his shirt over his crotch. "No, it's okay. No harm done." He yawns again and rubs his eyes. "What's got you up?"
"Um, I-I couldn't sleep." He nods understandingly. "And I just wanted to t-thank you for the shirt. It's really comfortable."
"Well, I figured it beat sleeping in your school clothes."
Ouch. Once again he throws it in my face that we're not the same age.
"Yeah," I smile, and he smiles back.
A silent moment passes, and I look to the TV, but when I look back at him(hopefully my eyes aren't fooling me), his eyes are drawn to my exposed thighs and fabric-covered ass under my shirt. He shakes his head and shifts them away, unknowing that I was watching him, too. He turns his head away to the TV, but when I change sitting positions to test a theory, my knees raised and my legs slightly spread, his eyes occasionally flicker back to me through the corner of his eye.
Is he…attracted to me?
No…that'd be too good to be true…
I'm not…no. Not even close. But his eyes…
They flick away again.
He lets out a big sigh.
"There anything else you need, Shu? If not, I think you should get back to bed. I'm gonna do the same thing."
I just want to read his mind.
"A-Actually, there is one thing…" He raises his eyebrows as he listens. "Well, I…um…" Now or never, Hisagi. "I just…think that…" Just fucking say it. "I-I think…"
"Shuuhei, you gotta stop this mumbling thing."
"I-I just think that you're a really great person!" I get kind of loud when I blurt things out. "And I think it sucks that you're alone…You deserve someone that wants you just as much as you want them…t-that's all…"
"Oh…" I can tell I just made this more awkward than it needed to be. "Well…thank you. For your kind words." He scratches the back of his head. Shit…I'm ruining this. He makes a motion to get up. "Well, if that was all, then–"
Without thinking, I place my hand on his. He stops and looks down at them. Before he registers it, I just bite the bullet and push his shoulder until he's lying back down, his head resting on the arm of the couch. I'm careful not to rest my body on his yet, not until I explain myself, so I just kind of hover between his legs.
"Shuuhei?" His voice is panicked, but he keeps it down, so as not to wake the whole neighborhood. I've heard his real panicked voice, and it closely resembles his angry voice.
Both are extremely hot, by the way.
"I-I also wanted to say that…well, I overheard you talking on the phone, a-and you've been looking for someone mature…and I thought…" He looks terrified, his brown saucers almost all black due to the tension, but he doesn't stop me. Maybe he's too shocked. "I-I just thought maybe…maybe I could give it a try and…you won't be so lonely anymore. I can make you not so lonely…if you want."
I take his even more shocked expression to slowly move my legs to straddle his waist. It's almost painfully wide between my thighs, but I don't rest just yet. I move lower to him, my heart running like a wild horse, and my body feeling hotter than usual.
I just want to kiss him…his lips are so close…right there…
"Shuuhei," his voice, for once, has no hint of the gruffness that makes him…him. I feel his hand on my chest. "Shuuhei…do you realize how inappropriate you're being?" I pull back and stare into his dark eyes, mortified, because his tone sounds full of…
Pity…
Like a teacher scolding a child.
"Look, I am so sorry if I made you think this was okay. If I did anything that sent the wrong message, I truly apologize." I bite my lip and try to ignore him by capturing a kiss anyway, but he stops me again. "Shuuhei," he sounds a little irritated, "what could you possibly know about 'maturity?' How could you possibly think you know what I want? I'm 34. You're, what, 16? You're a kid, Shu…"
My heart suddenly feels heavy, and I can feel darkness growing around me.
No…I'm so close…
This is all I want…
I can't just…give it up…
…I'll show him.
I'll show him who's the kid.
No.
I'll show him a fucking man.
"I never said I knew what you wanted," I speak lowly, in a voice I don't even recognize.
"What?"
"I said I'd give it a try. So that's what I'm going to do."
I continue my decent, but instead of pecking his lips, I pepper kisses all around his neck, near his ear, down his throat, and to his chest too. He lets out a sigh, and, oh, I know that fucking sigh.
Don't try to fight this.
"No…" He pushes at my chest again but I move his hand away. I lick a trail down his throat, and I feel him swallow nervously. I smirk into his neck and suck hard on one spot, and he grips my neck gently. "S-Shuuhei…ugh…s-stop…"
Oh my God. I just want him to grab me tighter.
"Shuuhei, I don't want to have to…" He shudders out a sigh underneath me. "h-hurt you to remove you, so just stop."
I don't listen.
Instead, I slip out of my boxers, finally rest my hips on him, place my good hand on the armrest beside his head, and I begin to slowly, cautiously, grind my hips into his lap, just to test the waters. This action, which makes him swallow hard, lets me feel his cock so fully, despite the layer between us. I can feel it quickly hardening, and pressing upwards between my bare cheeks.
Fuck, that feels so good…
I do this because I want him to know what he's doing to me, how fucking ready I am for him.
And I want him to like it.
"Listen!" He whispers a yell, but I cut him off by grinding down harder and faster, making sure he feels me getting hard too. He freezes. I look him in the eye with the most intense stare I could muster. I notice his briefs are beginning to dampen with my pre-cum. I hear the breath leave him for a moment as he screwed his eyes shut. He inhales before opening them again.
"Shuuhei, please," I just want him to beg me for more, "please, don't do this." My mouth goes back to his neck; his hand goes back to my neck. "I can't–we can't–this isn't right." I continue to grind on him and he just grips my neck tighter.
I know what he wants to do. Just a little tighter, and it'd get him off so quick.
"But it feels good, right Kensei?" I'm back to my innocent, quiet self, hoping that doesn't give him the strength to back out. He shivers at my use of his first name. "Let me make you feel good, Daddy." With the use of his special word, I slowly but roughly drag my hips up his lap, resting my ass barely on the tip of his constrained member. It gives an angry throb at the teasing friction.
"Shit…" He tries to hide it in a mumble, but I smirk in the darkness when I hear it.
"I just want to make you feel good, Daddy."
Oh, this is my dream.
"Don't…call me that," he bites out angrily.
"It feels good when I call you that, right?" I reach behind me and pull down his briefs so that his cock springs out. "I can make you feel even better." It brushes against my ass and it feels so fucking monstrous…but I fucking want it so bad.
"Don't." I begin to stroke him, his veiny girth barely fitting into my small hand. "Oh…fuck…" His forehead glistens with sweat.
There you are.
Kensei starts to let out a few quiet groans at a time and before I know it, he's already fully hard and slick with his own pre-cum. I slather it up and down his shaft, being sure to occasionally press it up against my fleshy rear. I lean up and pull his cock forward and begin prodding at my entrance.
He's big.
His hand shoots into his hair, where he continuously runs through the silver filaments. His other hand grips the back of the couch.
He won't touch me.
But he wants to.
"God…this is so fucking wrong."
I want him to touch me, too, so instead of pushing him inside, I just gently grind on the tip, giving it just enough friction to drive him mad.
Kensei uses the hand from the couch to bite on his knuckles, muffling his groans. I feel him slightly grind back, sliding more of his dick between my warm cheeks.
Nope.
If you want it, come get it.
I lift up, so that his member is exposed to nothing but the cool night air, and he stifles another helpless groan. I feel strong, hot hands suddenly at either side of my waist. The grip tightens, and he forces me down, slowly stretching me over half him. I cover my mouth, a painful gasp trying to squeeze itself through my fingers. My muscles immediately push back, but eventually adjust around his thickness as I use my strong hand to anchor myself on his broad chest. His eyelashes are fluttering, and his gaze never leaves me as he moves his hands to find a better spot to grip my hips.
Before I am ready, he pulls my hips down to ease the rest of him into me in one, clean movement. It hurt more than the first time. When I am convinced there is no more, and our thighs are seated together, he grinds up hard, making sure there is nothing between us. He moans through a sigh and bites his lip. His cheeks are tinted pink in the darkness, his lids heavy over glazed eyes.
He looks like the fucking kid.
I let him lift me, feeling all of him leave me at once, a feeling I only dreamed of, before he eases me back down.
I combine this with the swiveling movements of my hips, and soon I'm lifting and dropping and grinding and doing all sorts of tricks to get my fill.
Though I guess he wasn't letting himself get his.
When my movements begin to slow, he starts a new pace, his stronger-than-I-thought grip guiding me to a speed he likes. It's quick, a little overwhelming, but when he lifts me again, he slowly sinks me down and I let out a little gasp. I place my hand back on the arm rest, so that our faces are inches away as I'm riding out all the frustration that has built up in me. My face gets closer to his.
I want to kiss him.
My advancements are stalled once again when he thrusts up hard. In doing so, his cock jabs my prostate, making my eyes roll back and my mouth fall open in a quiet moan. I think I saw him smirk. He's going to start really fucking me soon. He starts thrusting up quickly and violently making whines and moans easily fall out of my mouth. His pace makes my breathing become choppy and my moans become nothing but broken grunts.
It's fucking magical.
I can hear his breathing becoming labored, and his fingers dig deeper into my skin and draw blood. A string of what I assumed were curses roll off his tongue, and he closes his eyes, his face screwing up in concentration. I lean up and grip the couch, steadying myself as he fucks me impossibly faster, the tight coil building in my stomach indicating the fireworks to come. He continues his violent assault, his goal to abuse nothing but that bundle of nerves inside of me until I melt for him. I control my volume, but his grunts and groans get louder and louder until I'm afraid we'll get caught. But I don't care. Nothing beats this. As I get lost in my own pleasure, I almost don't notice him pull my head to the side and sink his teeth into my shoulder as he snaps his hips up one last, hard time. He doesn't release my shoulder as he starts grunting sporadically, making me gasp and moan at the feeling of his large cock twitching against my insides and gushing plentiful, hot bursts inside of me. I begin to feel full of warmth, and he keeps thrusting slowly while he rides it out. When he's finished, he lays back to catch his breath. I take advantage of the moment and lean up to ride him, eager to find my own release before his cock softens up. He reaches under my shirt for my own member, and begins to stroke it in rhythm with my motions and I am about to come harder than I ever have in my entire life, but something stops me.
My eyes go wide before I force myself down onto him, hiding behind the couch.
"Kensei?" Renji's sleepy voice calls out with a yawn. I don't look at Renji, I just cover my mouth to block my shaky breaths.
I feel him take a deep breath before answering. "Yeah." Oh, he's good.
"Where's Shuuhei?"
Fuck.
He's still stroking my dick. Does he know?
"I took him home about an hour ago. I tried to convince him to stay, but he insisted on going." The lie flows effortlessly out of his mouth, and it makes me wonder what kind of person he really is. I bite back a grunt.
"Oh." Renji sounds disappointed, but he's too tired to really mean it.
"Go back to bed. You'll see him tomorrow at school."
"Yeah, okay. G'night."
Kensei grunts a response, and as the sound of Renji's footsteps retreat to the back of the house, I let it all out, my body twitching and trembling against his and my cock emptying itself in a few short spurts all over his hand and stomach. When I'm done whimpering(a sound that made him groan pleasurably), I raise my body to look up at him, to kiss him. He's already staring at me, his chocolate gaze filled with what I find to be a mixture of confusion, fascination, satisfaction, and…
Hatred…?
He pulls out of me, and I ignore the stream of his release flowing out while I wait for his words.
Though I dread what they might be.
Cliffhangers, am I right ladies?
It's apparently what I do best.
~EMAE