"You okay there?" came Renji's slightly muffled voice, and for all its concern, it felt as far away as if it were emanating from a timeless void. Confused, slightly standoffish, and entirely too close to his rear; not the right tone, considering the situation.
Ichigo's mouth drew into a flat tense line and he merely closed his eyes. Well, this was going great, wasn't it?
They were trying to have sex. Yeah, trying – it's a first time, so they're still figuring out the logistics. Well, Ichigo was. Not Renji really. Renji knew what he was doing. Meanwhile Ichigo was lying there sweating bullets with his legs apart and an expression with all the sobriety one would assume during an invasive operation.
When Ichigo didn't respond to his query, Renji's head popped up from its prime observation spot. His eyes were suspiciously narrowed, staring Ichigo down with an accusing shrewdness. The repeat journey of his fingers slowed momentarily, becoming gentler as he waited for a status update on his performance.
He tipped his head up to meet Renji's lie-detecting gaze. "Yeah," he said shortly with as little breath as possible, holding the rest in as if it was vital that he store it – you know, for posterity, in case of future shortages.
"'m fine."
'I'm fine,' said the guy with the limp dick and two fingers in his asshole. Who the hell believed that? He didn't even believe that.
Renji pursed his lips, eyes narrowing further as he returned to his prior pace although he clearly didn't believe Ichigo either. Ichigo let his head fall back down again and chewed on his tongue as sweat rolled down his brow and into his sideburns, darkening them further.
"You don't look fine," Renji muttered almost unintelligibly, voice low and clumsy with an unusual combination of distrust and arousal.
Ichigo just ground his teeth in irritation and barked, "Fuck you." He took a few measured gasps and then held his breath as Renji twisted his fingers in with more zeal. Ichigo knew the sensitive bit he kept rubbing and pressing on was a show of skill, but he couldn't help but feel like a piggy bank that a kid was trying to pull one last coin out of.
He was getting used to it, but it still was… not the kind of pleasure he was used to. He was having a tough time staying hard, and his thighs and back were starting to burn from repeated muscle contractions. He felt like a pressurized can being overfilled with air, and holy fucking shit, even though he was lying still and letting Renji do the work, he was breathing heavily and was sweating like mad.
When the pressure eased somewhat when Renji pulled back to his second knuckles and spread his fingers within him to stretch his muscles, Ichigo took a few calming breaths and reminded himself that he'd agreed to this. He'd been the one to cajole and coax Renji for ages to get to this point. This was his idea. He's twenty and a virgin, and he's at the point where he-
"Gghk!" Ichigo grit his teeth and grunted, clenching his eyes shut as Renji repeatedly curled his finger in a careful 'come here' motion. He made a grab for Renji's free hand, but it wasn't lying where it had been just a moment ago.
Renji hummed lustily, holding him open with his thumb and reaching deeper with his fingers. It was like he was trying to poke him in the organs or something!
Ichigo tossed a sweaty arm over his eyes and breathed through his mouth, pulling at his dick with his other hand. Ah, Jesus Christ, how'd he get himself into this one?
Oh right...