Hmm. Smut and short and playing around with Renji, because there's no one else to pair him with other than Rukia.
Conflict
He fucks like he's scared to get dirty.
Even then, he's a prissy little bastard. He likes to refute domination, we like to trade positions. It all depends on how we feel that day.
He cries sometimes. He rests his forehead on my flesh and I feel the silent drip of agony. But when he gets up and gets dressed he's still silent, but the agony is hidden in a slow, tired sadness.
I don't understand why he swollows it.
I like to make him scream, to betray himself, to reveal that raw side. Just like he forces me to be civil during the day.
I swollow them, kissing him hard when we come. I need to remind him that he needs me.
So that when he gets pissed at me for fucking him senseless and forcing pleasure on him once again, I can at least look back on the night before satisfied. Knowing he'll come back.
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