Chapter 7
Ichigo woke up to a warmth against his back. He sighed deeply through his nose, smiling softly when he felt a hand slide over his stomach. He opened his eyes, his vision blurry at first. He blinked a few times before looking over his shoulder.
"Shiro?" Ichigo rose up quickly, suddenly very confused. He looked to the clock, seeing it was midnight. He wiped his eyes, Shiro rising up and resting on his elbow.
"You sound confused," Shiro asked with slight amusement, Ichigo looking back to him with a glare. Memory slowly slid back though, Ichigo remembering that he had told Renji he would be going to a friends party and wouldn't be back till the next day. He sighed and leaned against the bed frame, wondering how he got past him with such a weak lie.
"Sorry," Ichigo whispered, Shiro rising up and sitting back on his calves. Ichigo glanced a look at his body, the blanket barely hiding his morning wood.
"Was this the smartest thing?" Ichigo asked, doubting himself and his actions. Shiro frowned, sighing before stretching with a loud yawn.
"You can back out if you want too. I won't make it an obligation that you stay," he told him, Ichigo biting his bottom lip. He sank in his teeth till it hurt, thinking everything over. Why did he begin this in the first place?
"I-I wanna see this through," Ichigo sighed, slapping himself for even agreeing to this. In the beginning, it was a pure adrenaline rush. Now though he was thinking clearly. But he couldn't risk Renji going to jail again. He didn't want to lose the one man who had always been there for him.
Shiro moved closer, Ichigo looking to him with calculating eyes.
"While you're here, forget about him," Shiro whispered, Ichigo frowning. He knew it wouldn't be that easy.
"If your gonna have a hard time doing that, I can find ways to distract you." Ichigo gasped when he pulled him onto his back, Ichigo's eyes going wide when Shiro went low. Ichigo grabbed his hair, looking down when he felt his tongue lap at his inner thigh. It tickled and he had to fight the urge to squirm, his eyes going wide when his legs were lifted and his cheeks were spread, a hot tongue lapping at his hole.
"W-Wait don't lick… ah there!" Ichigo shut his eyes tight as his tongue slithered in, the feeling foreign and because of where he licked, Ichigo found this treatment to be a tad disgusting. But he couldn't hide from the small spikes of pleasure it caused, his cheeks a deep shade of red as he gasped.
Shiro pulled away and licked his lips, smiling like the cat that got the milk.
"I'm guessing Renji didn't play with you like this?" Shiro asked, not minding too much the hand that seemed to be very close to tearing off all his hair. Ichigo opened his eyes to give him a glare.
"Ima gonna have fun showing you what you can do with this," Shiro chuckled, Ichigo gasping when he licked him again. Shiro rose up, smacking his ass with a laugh.
"You sound like a virgin," he chuckled, Ichigo's hand falling from his hair as Shiro slid his hands up his chest.
"I like that."
Ichigo wasn't sure if he wanted to bash his head in or shove his head down a toilet. He was trying hard not to make such little noises or act funny, but that was the first time anyone had ever payed that much attention to his ass. He knew that when a cock went it, it caused heaven. He didn't think though, that a tongue could go in there. His eyebrow twitched when Shiro leaned down and blew into his ear.
"Ahh, don't get so cold," he said, Ichigo wanting to slap off the smile he could hear in his voice. He gasped when a finger entered him, his hand going up to his chest. Shiro went back down, Ichigo gasping.
"Wait! No no no no!" He grabbed his hair again but it didn't stop his hot tongue from entering him again. Ichigo pressed the heel of his feet into his back, arching up when surprisingly his tongue lapped over his sweet spot. He cried out when he lapped at it, Shiro pulling away. He took in a gasping breath, kissing Ichigo's inner thigh.
"Do you wanna stop?" Ichigo's eyes snapped open. Shiro looked up with a grin, Ichigo's cock in his sight. It was hard and weeping from the red head, appearing needy and minutes from exploding. Ichigo swallowed thickly, letting his legs fall off Shiro's shoulders. Disappointment passed over Shiro's face and Ichigo closed his eyes. He slowly turned over to all fours, resting his head against the bed before reaching back and spreading himself wide.
He looked over his shoulder, seeing Shiro's shocked expression. He gulped hard, and in the most seductive voice he could muster he begged.
"Please, please fuck me," he husked, seeing Shiro's cock jerk slightly. He felt hot all of a sudden, sweat falling down his temple. It slipped down his face and touched the side of his lip.
"Fuck me till I forget about him."
That got Shiro moving. He got the lube from his drawer, slicking himself up. He dropped the lube on the bed as he moved closer, getting to his knees. He hadn't expected for Ichigo to actually let him fuck him this early. He understood he was still unsure about this, but with this opening he didn't hesitate.
"Take in a breath," Shiro whispered as he lined himself up, Ichigo doing so. When he exhaled Shiro pushed himself halfway in. Ichigo yelped, his hands digging into his flesh. He released it to fist the blankets, gasping for breath from the sudden intrusion. He gasped when Shiro began to slowly ease his way in, the change of pace making him ache.
"S-Shiro," he growled, his insides burning as with each push and pull he plunged deeper into his body. It felt so good but hurt so bad, Ichigo pressing back against his girth till he felt the prickle of hair against his ass.
He released the blankets after a tense second, looking over his shoulder. Shiro had his head tossed back, his hands spasming against his hips as he tried to stay still.
"So hot… Oh god so good," Shiro whispered, Ichigo smiling slyly.
"You wanna fuck me?" he asked in a low seductive voice, hearing Shiro whimper.
"Wanna just let go and fuck me hard, dontcha?" Ichigo husked, Shiro's fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise. Shiro leaned down, covering Ichigo from behind like a blanket. He spread his legs a tad wider to have a harder thrust, pulling out before sliding back in slowly. Ichigo rested his head against the mattress again, sighing softly.
"Im going to fuck you till you scream." Ichigo's eyes snapped open at those words, rising up to look over his shoulder. Shiro pinned him down by his wrists, Ichigo gasping when he thrust hard into him. He panted like a dog in his ear as he thrust over and over again, Ichigo gritting his teeth as the sweetest pain shot up his spine and zapped down to his groin and made his cock weep.
Shiro released one of his wrists, reaching for Ichigo's lips. He parted his teeth with his thumb, Ichigo trying hard not to bite down on it as he moaned when his saliva covered his finger and slid down his chin.
"I wanna hear you, moan for me Ichigo," Shiro panted into his ear, Ichigo arching up against him when his saliva covered fingers pinched his nipple. He rolled the small bundle of nerves between his fingers, his hot breath washing over his neck as he licked his flesh.
It was too intimate. Ichigo gasped as he slowed his thrusts to grind against him, his eyes shut tight as his tears and sweat wet the sheets. Even though he was facing away from him, he was drowning in him. He couldn't move without feeling him, couldn't look anywhere without seeing him, couldn't breathe without smelling him. He was drowning in him, gasping for breath at a surface that was slowly filling with water.
He felt nimble fingers wrap around his cock, Ichigo rising up slightly as sensitivity ran up his spine. He wasn't sure what he was trying to do, pushing against him even though he wanted to escape. Ichigo gasped when Shiro rose up to his knees, bringing him with him. This led to a whole different entry, Ichigo reaching behind him to grab a handful of his hair, his head turned to the side as he groaned his pleasure.
Shiro pulled him closer, running his tongue over his neck. He wanted to bite down, but knew that wouldn't be the smartest idea. He opted to cum inside of him instead, unsure if Ichigo would appreciate it or not. He was getting closer and closer, stroking Ichigo with each thrust, stopping to grind deep inside of him. Ichigo stilled suddenly, his lips parted in a silent scream as his eyes stared off into space. His cock pulsed and jerked before he came, Shiro gritting his teeth as he squeezed him so tight he couldn't move.
The pressure became a slow milking and Shiro was unable to resist. He came with a groan, his vision flashing white. They both fell onto the stained sheets, panting like they just ran a marathon.
"I'm sorry," shiro apologized, rubbing Ichigo's stomach like it would have gotten bigger from the cum that filled him. He pulled out when Ichigo didn't respond, turning him over onto his back. He yelped when he was suddenly pushed away and onto his back, feeling smooth thighs encase his waist. His cum leaked onto his torso. Shiro feared he had pissed him off, but when he looked at his face it wasn't angry.
He seemed to be lost in a daze, his cheeks still red with his waning arousal. Shiro wanted to say something but remained silent.
"Again." Shiro's eyes widened and he wasn't even sure he had heard him correctly. For Ichigo though, he wasn't sure what had happened. He had not only forgot Renji, but for a split second he also forgot who he was. He had been so lost that he felt lethargic. He wanted that feeling again. he wanted to forget.
"Fuck me. Fuck me again till I forget."
XXX
Renji sat up when the front door opened. He rushed to the door, Ichigo's eyes going wide.
"How long have you been home?" Ichigo asked, Renji holding back an unmanly giggle as he grabbed his hand.
"I have a surprise for you," Renji replied, Ichigo raising an eyebrow. Renji put his hands over his eyes, stepping behind him.
"Why the surprise?" Ichigo asked, listening to see if a bunch of people were there. He didn't like surprises one bit, but he didn't want to put down Renji's excited mood. He was walked through the apartment before a strong scent hit his nose. He couldn't place it but it made his mouth water, his stomach growling. Renji laughed, uncovering his eyes.
"Tada!" Ichigo's eyes widened. All his favorite foods were placed on the table, Ichigo looking to Renji before back to the feast. He wondered if he had called Yuzu.
"You made this?" Ichigo asked, Renji nodding with a proud grin. Ichigo had never seen Renji cook a day in his life. He walked over to the table, looking to hot spicy noodles mixed with rice with a hungered scowl. His stomach growled again.
"Do you like it?" Renji asked as he came up behind him, hugging him tightly. Ichigo was glad he took a shower before coming back because he would have smelt Shiro all over him.
"Yes, but i've never seen you cook a day in your life so this is quite surprising," Ichigo replied, Renji chuckling sheepishly.
"I called Yuzu and she guided me through. Messed up a dozen times so the alley cats will have enough to eat for weeks," Renji chuckled, releasing him. He walked over to the table, pulling out a seat. He motioned for Ichigo to come over and sit.
Ichigo was unsure, walking over slowly. This small thing touched his heart more than he wanted to admit, taking off his scarf and placing it on the back of the chair. He sat down slowly, Renji scooting him in. Ichigo gave him a small smile as he sat down across from him. Ichigo got a bowl of rice and spicy noodles, his eyes looking away from Renji's happy face to his food.
What he did earlier… Was that all just a mistake?
Author's note: Renji wants forgiveness, and Ichigo seems to think he deserves it. But how long will it last?
