Renji shifted on top of Ichigo, braced himself against the bed with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around his cock and angling it. He leaned down, pushed his hips forward, brushing the head against Ichigo's opening. "Fuck… I've… I've wanted this for so long now, I can't believe I'm finally- Shit…" He leaned down further, let the weight of his body make him push into Ichigo slowly, oh so slowly, inch by thick inch.
Once inside Renji stilled, giving Ichigo time to adjust. For a couple of long minutes all that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing.
Ichigo shifted on the bed. It didn't hurt, didn't burn or sting, it was just this somewhat uncomfortable feeling and it felt… It felt really, really weird. He felt full and stretched and it was kinda nice but oh, it felt even weirder when Renji started pulling back out. He bit his wrist and stared at the wall in front of him, sort of stunned.
Renji must've sensed how he tensed up because when he sank back in he covered Ichigo's body with his own and rested his chin on Ichigo's shoulder. "You ok? Hurts?"
"I'm, uh… I'm ok. No, it doesn't hurt. It just feels, uh… funny." He felt Renji exhale against his neck, a silent chuckle.
"Here I was, expecting to make you see stars and fireworks. Rock your world, you know?" The big man shook his head, another chuckle. "I'm a total failure."
Ichigo felt a grin tug at the corners of his mouth. "Must've been so long since last time that you lost your touch."
Renji actually smacked Ichigo on the back of the head. "Watch your mouth, brat." There they were, sweaty and hard, the older of the two buried balls-deep in the other for the first time, squabbling like children.
"Hey, ow!" Ichigo made a face. "Ow…" he repeated, having tensed up even more from the blow and suddenly being reminded of how large Renji was inside him.
"Ah, fuck." Renji sounded very much as if he was trying to hold back a laugh. "I'm so sorry, baby. Just relax. I'll show you who's lost their touch." He bit down over the nape of Ichigo's neck so gently it was hardly a bite at all, and let his tongue slide over the salty skin. "I'll show you exactly how good it feels to be fucked..." His voice sank into a low rumble, the light tone suddenly gone. "…hard." He pulled out slowly, halfway, and held still. "Need a moment to adjust again?"
The sound of Renji's voice alone made Ichigo quiver and he wouldn't have been able to take that moment even if he wanted to. "No."
"Alright, then." Renji thrust back in, harder than he'd done before and this time it didn't feel weird, it felt really fucking good and it forced something between a grunt and a moan from Ichigo.
That sound was all it took for Renji to start fucking him.
And he kept fucking him, kept drawing those little grunts from him by keeping a steady pace and biting him all over his neck and shoulders, sucking and licking the marks as he went. "Want it harder?"
"God yes, please…"
"Since you're asking so very nicely… Ah, shit, so fucking tight!" Renji groaned while slowing down and then straightened himself up. Hands slid from beside Ichigo's shoulders down to his waist, drawing shivers and sighs from the boy, before clamping down and pushing him down hard on the bed. There they kept him pinned tightly as Renji shifted inside him before tattooed hips snapped forward, slammed into Ichigo's prone body, and sharp, white teeth bared themselves in a snarl.
The boy screamed into the pillow.
"Fuck yes! That's it… Just like that. You scream for me, baby, and I'll keep fucking your tight ass." He continued doing just that, doing his best to fuck Ichigo into the mattress, making him cry out over and over.
It was raw and frenzied, perhaps even too much so, but Ichigo didn't care. He clawed the sheets, grabbed handfuls of it and nearly tore the fabric apart, being fucked so hard he finally had to let the sheets go and brace himself against the headboard to keep from bumping his head into it. He made all the delicious sounds Renji had come to love, grunted and groaned, whimpered and moaned, yelped, gasped, wailed, egging Renji on without uttering one single word.
"Fuck, Ichigo… You're driving me crazy. I can't… I can't keep this up much longer. I'll come." Renji was forcing out the words between laboured breaths. "I… I wanna see you, see your face." He slowed down and finally came to a stop, gingerly pulling out before dropping down onto Ichigo's back, covering him with his larger frame. His heart was racing, every beat felt against Ichigo's back. "Fuck…" He raked sweaty orange hair with shaky fingers, planted a row of sloppy kisses from shoulder to jaw. "You're amazing," he murmured. "The sounds you make… Will you… get on your back for me after I've caught my breath for a moment? Let me fuck you face to face?"
"Yes… Fuck yes." Ichigo was hoarse, his throat aching slightly from shouting. His entire body felt as if it was throbbing, his cock and ass most of all. "But let me turn around now, ok?" He got up on his elbows despite the heavy body on top of him.
"Sure, baby. Of course." Renji sat up and slid off Ichigo completely. He grabbed a corner of the rumpled sheet and, it being stained and damp already, wiped himself off with it. His entire body was flushed, sweat running down his chest and neck, even dripping from his nose as he bent down and ran a hand over Ichigo's back.
The teen rolled onto his back with a grunt and just laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling and trying to slow his pulse down a little. So this was what it felt like to be fucked. Although it had been more than a little strange at first it was more than anything he'd ever dreamed of, so much more. None of the fantasies, none of the wet dreams could even compare to the feeling. Being pinned to the mattress, hearing Renji groan and growl, feeling so fucking full… He was glad he'd come to terms with who he was, with the fact he would probably never want a girl. He was glad he'd come out of the goddamn closet, at least to himself.
And Renji, of course.
And oh, Urahara too, but he really didn't want to think about the shopkeeper right now.
He looked over at his lover, watched him wipe the sweat from his brow, release what little hair was left in the ponytail and tie it all back up again. He was so beautiful.
Ichigo's insides tingled. He really was beautiful. And Ichigo was so much in love it hurt.
Renji looked up, met his gaze and held it with his hooded, slightly slanted eyes and suddenly Ichigo's insides weren't just tingling, they were burning. It must have shown because Renji put his hands on Ichigo's thighs and gently pushed them apart.
He proceeded by crawling between them and leaned down with his hands on either side of Ichigo's head. With a dip of his head he caught swollen lips with his own, nipping them to make them part and once granted access he kissed him so deep, so sweet, Ichigo nearly sobbed into his mouth.
It was as if he was trying to convey everything he'd slowly come to realise he felt for the boy, all the things he didn't dare or didn't know how to put into words, trying to cram it all into one kiss.
He straightened out on top of Ichigo, ran his fingers through orange hair, smoothed them over a perpetual frown, let the tips tickle downy sideburns, all while he kept licking and nipping, etching his feelings into the young mouth.
Ichigo felt so good beneath him, their hard bodies a perfect fit, ridge against groove, length against slick length. He rocked his hips and sucked down moan upon moan.
It took him all his strength to pull away, to rise on his elbows and look down at the blushing sweaty face beneath him and not dive right back in for more. "I need…" His voice cracked. "I need to be back inside you again, baby."
He growled low in his throat when Ichigo replied by grabbing his wrist and sucking three fingers into his mouth, fucking the space between the digits with that wicked tongue of his and chewing lightly where he could reach as he sucked them in deep enough for the tips to tickle the back of his throat. There was a searing, almost daring glint in the auburn eyes, in stark contrast to the rather gentle moment they'd just shared.
When Ichigo pulled away, the fingers were dripping and glistening and his mouth was a wet mess. "Then c'mon." His voice was thick, choked.
Sometimes it was impossible to comprehend this was the same boy that only months ago had rather turned to violence than admit he had basic human urges, just because those urges involved men. It made Renji's chest swell with pride knowing he had helped bring this lustful, sublime creature out from within that hard shell. "Little beast," he murmured, sitting back on his heels between Ichigo's thighs and lifting the long, long, muscular legs, let them rest on his shoulders as he used his messy fingers to slick himself up again. "I wanna hear you say it, Ichigo. Tell me you want this."
Ichigo seemed to know what Renji was asking for, know it wasn't just about wanting his cock back inside him, because that was already glaringly obvious. "I want you. I-I… need you."
"Oh, god yes." Renji sobbed the words out, almost bending the teen in half as he attacked the spit-slick mouth, lapping the fluid from the corners while fumbling to line his cock up to be able to push inside.
He whined into Ichigo's mouth as he sunk into him, convulsed as Ichigo mewled in reply, held still for only a moment before he properly hooked his arms under the strong legs, braced himself against the mattress and started thrusting. "Fuck, Ichigo, I've wanted to do this since… Wanted this since we first read that fucking story, remember? That worthless fucking story that made us both blush.,, All the way back to the shoten after that… I just kept thinking I wanted you like this. Exactly like this, you doubled over and oh god, oh my fucking god…"
He couldn't continue, couldn't think straight anymore. The tight heat turned his brain to mush, his insides into magma.
"You…" Ichigo managed to smile. "You talk too much, Renji… Shut up. Fuck me. Fill me."
"Shit!"
The teen's legs dangled, slippery with sweat, holding Renji back when he wanted in deeper, wanted to bury himself in his lover for good. He shifted, let Ichigo's thighs rest on his own while wrapping his arms around his waist, scooping him up until he was sitting on his lap.
Renji's grip around Ichigo's waist was almost painfully tight and his own arms circled the tattooed neck as he moved on top of the redhead, tipping his head back and wailing at the ceiling when Renji pulled him down, ground into him and his neck and collar bone were attacked by sharp teeth and a rough tongue.
He felt the powerful body beneath him tense up, felt every muscle swell, felt the arms around him tighten even more and he knew. "Come, Renji… C'mon!"
There were only grunts left in Renji, no coherent words, no moans or snarls. Just feral grunts and a hand reaching up to grab a handful of orange hair and tug Ichigo's head back even further, ripping a shout from the strained throat and letting that sound drag Renji all the way over the edge.
He froze when he came, his grip on Ichigo so hard the boy wasn't able to move an inch.
A few jerky thrusts followed when he'd emptied himself, when the rhythmic swelling had nearly subsided, and then everything grew still except for heaving chests.
After a while Ichigo gingerly untangled himself from Renji, knowing both of them would be too weak to support themselves in a moment. He rose on his knees and grimaced as Renji slipped out of him, followed by a thin trail of come slowly finding its way down the inside of his thigh.
Renji wasn't all there when he met Ichigo's eyes, his own glazed and distant. His gaze slid from Ichigo's face down over the sweaty, lean body, over the swollen, red erection, down to that glistening little trail.
He muttered something unintelligible, reached out and ran a lazy finger up the thigh, catching the come that had just been inside his lover, smearing it over the tan skin. "Beautiful…" He used his whole hand to rub all of it into the skin, leaving a shiny spot, before placing his moist palm on Ichigo's flat belly, pushing softly and asking him to lie down. He somehow, subconsciously almost, wanted what was left of his semen to stay inside the teen.
Ichigo obeyed without a word, thankful for the opportunity to let his trembling muscles relax against the mattress.
They rested, Ichigo's erection never wavering although his body slowly recovered from all the tension.
Renji lay on his side next to him, his head resting on the sweaty chest, his sticky fingers gently running up and down Ichigo's belly, his cock. "We'll have to do something about this…" he murmured, wrapping his fingers around the engorged member and stroking softly. "I want you to come."
Ichigo moaned, bucked into the grip. "Make me…" He pushed Renji off him with gentle hands and sat up. "Help me."
Renji raked the sweat off from his face and chest with the blade of his hand, humming to himself. "I think I know just how." He smiled, eyes brightening, and sat up as well.
The smile Renji wore while pushing Ichigo back down onto his back was hard to interpret. If he had to put it into words, it would've been something like mischievous combined with deadly determined.
Renji kept his hands on Ichigo's shoulders and crawled up to straddle his hips. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against Ichigo's while grabbing the salve that had slipped in under a pillow and then straightened back up again. The smile never faltered as he dipped two fingers into the jar and then let his hand disappear behind him, away from the boy's sight.
"Renji, what are you-" It dawned on Ichigo before he managed to finish the sentence. Above him Renji sighed, brows knit tight in pleasure, and tilted his head back with a soft moan. His arm moved slowly. "Oh."
"I want to feel you come in me, just like I came in you. Will you let me..?" The look in Renji's eyes when he looked back down nearly set Ichigo on fire.
"Y-yeah."
After a few more lazy movements accompanied by soft grunts, Renji let his hand drop to his side, fingers glistening. He let out a shaky breath and leaned down for a kiss.
As their tongues fought and played, Renji managed to scoop up some more salve from the jar, which he coated Ichigo's cock with, slowly jerking him off.
Ichigo growled into his lover's mouth, thrust up into his fist, hands coming up to rest on his hips. He found himself missing Renji's lips the moment they pulled away.
"Feels good?"
He managed a whimper in reply.
"It'll feel even better in a second." Renji rose enough to be able to scoot forward and position himself. His hand slipped off Ichigo's cock for a moment before grabbing it again, this time by reaching back behind him. "Ready?"
"You ask me?" Ichigo stared up at Renji, panting with his mouth open. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah. I am."
The feeling was… He couldn't compare it to anything. Not to his hand, not to Renji's mouth, nothing. It was tight, so fucking tight, and hot and so deep. His cock slowly disappeared into Renji and all he could do was stare in amazement while grabbing tattooed hips tightly.
"Shit…" Renji's chest was heaving, eyes closed tight and teeth bared in a snarl. He kept completely still, as if waiting for something.
Oh, right. Adjusting, just like Ichigo had done. No matter how gentle Renji had been it had still hurt a little. No, not really hurt. Been uncomfortable. He'd appreciated the pause he had given him to be able to adjust. He did the same for Renji now, despite his hips aching with the need to move, to thrust up into that tight ass.
Then Renji started to move and Ichigo felt as if the air was sucked from his lungs, as if his heart was about to explode. "Oh god." His grip on Renji's hips loosened. He merely kept his hands there, felt the muscles tense and relax as Renji rose and sunk.
Renji tugged off the tie that barely kept his hair in check anymore, most of it having already escaped and let the red mass fall down and partially cover his face, swaying lightly as he rode Ichigo. "You feel so good, Ichigo, so fucking good. Work with me, baby. Fuck me."
That was all it took for Ichigo to grab the moving hips again. He started thrusting up, short stabbing movements, trying to find Renji's rhythm and gasping when he did.
When Renji sunk down, Ichigo pushed up, their bodies meeting with a wet slap. Just the sound drove the teen crazy. His hips moved on their own accord, the only thing he was really aware of was Renji's face. Renji's open mouth and closed eyes. Renji's black, razor sharp eyebrows pulled together as if in pain. Renji's hair spilling down over his shoulders, covering parts of the hypnotizing tattoos on his chest. Ichigo was amazed. He was fucking Renji. He was inside him, he was thrusting up into this hot, tight, beautiful body that belonged to the man he was in love with. "Fuck, Renji, you… You're…" He let one hip go, reached up and grabbed a handful of scarlet, tugging it lightly.
"Ah, shit! Fuck, Ichi, fuck!" Renji shook, little spasms taking over his body, his hips stilling. He sat down heavily with Ichigo buried as deep as was possible inside him.
When he opened his eyes and looked down at Ichigo, a jolt went through the teen's body. Those eyes… Those gorgeous ruby eyes were so dark now. Black almost. He bit his lip and grabbed another handful of hair and tugged, pulled Renji down to him. He wanted to look closer into those eyes. He wanted to see what happened when he tugged harder. He wanted to suck on Renji's tongue until he whimpered. Being inside his lover, pulling his hair, gave him that weird sense of power again, like it had done when he'd tugged on Renji's braid so many nights ago. He wanted to use it.
They were so close their breaths, hot and shallow, mingled. Ichigo kept pulling, slow and steady and finally their lips met. Renji was soft and pliable in his hands and it scared the shit out of Ichigo but he couldn't stop, not now. He bit and sucked on Renji's lips, worked his hips although there wasn't any room to move. Short, jerky movements, enough to make the big shinigami whine into his mouth.
Ichigo was lost in him, totally and utterly lost. The sensations overwhelmed him, rendered him unable to think, unable to do anything but suck and thrust and tug, pull soft little mewls from the man on top of him.
When Renji broke the kiss, he broke the spell and brought Ichigo back to reality.
"You… Fuck, Ichigo. I…" His voice was deep and choked, every word pushed out, none of them making sense. He kept blurting out half sentences, cut off words. Kept cursing and murmuring Ichigo's name. Mumbled against the slender neck while running his fingers down his cheeks, dragging them over his lips and pushing in.
Renji calling his name, the sudden fingers in his mouth, the lingering sense of power… It made something snap in Ichigo and he wrapped one arm around Renji's waist, his other hand pushing a strong shoulder hard.
They tumbled and ended up with Renji on his back, Ichigo on top of him and somehow Ichigo had managed to stay buried inside him.
"Fuck!"
Inexperienced hips started moving, thrusting, and feverish lips attached themselves to a blushing, tattooed neck, sucking, kissing.
"God yes, fuck me… Fuck me."
Instead Ichigo paused. He rose on his arms and looked down at the man beneath him, the fact he was inside him once more hit him and made his head swim.
Renji looked… He looked incredible. His hair fanned out over the pillow behind his head, his cheeks were flushed a dark pink and his lips, puffy and red, were parted, letting quick bursts of air out. The sight of him like this, dishevelled and aroused, made Ichigo's heart swell. He tried to speak, but nothing would come out except little gasps. This big, strong shinigami, oozing of raw power and confidence, was on his back beneath him with his legs parted and his throat bared. Ichigo felt like he would faint.
Renji's hand came up, tightened in Ichigo's hair and moved their faces closer
The tight grip forced the boy out of his daze and he started thrusting again, hard. Young, shaky, frenzied thrusts. Desperate thrusts. It didn't take very long before he felt familiar heat pool in his groin, felt his balls tighten. "Renji… Oh god, Renji, I'm gonna come… Shit, I'm gonna come." His fingers dug into tattooed shoulders, clawed at them.
Big hands cupped his face, pulled him down until their foreheads met with a soft thud. "Come, baby." A low murmur. How Renji managed that in the chaos that were their rocking, entwined bodies Ichigo had no idea but the gentle order pushed him over the edge and when he came his shout was sucked from his mouth and swallowed by his lover.
He was crying, he was sure he was crying but when he finally had the presence to reach up and touch his cheeks they were dry. No, not crying, he was sobbing. Dry intakes of air so shaky and strained they'd turned into sobs. He tried to stop them, to learn how to breathe again.
Gentle fingers ran through his sweaty hair over and over, soothingly. He hadn't noticed before but words accompanied the movements. Soft nothings. Quiet cooing. He opened his eyes, discovered he was resting his head on Renji's broad chest, and finally looked up. Met the eyes of the man looking down at him.
Renji smiled. "Hey…" He ran a finger down Ichigo's nose, collected the sweat drop clinging to the tip. "Welcome back."
"I… I passed out?"
"It's possible you did for a moment, yeah. You definitely zoned out."
"Damn."
Ichigo started to feel his body again, reconnect with it. He was still between Renji's thighs, but no longer inside him. His own thighs ached a little, his now soft cock was sticky and dripping and his backside wasn't in much better shape.
He scrunched his nose.
"Need to wash up?" Renji chuckled.
"Yeah…"
"Me too. Let me go first and then we can take a shower together? Or do you wanna shower alone?"
"I think… I think I need a moment alone first, a shower after that sounds cool."
"Right. Forgot you're almost as full of come as I am."
"Renji! Gross!"
"What, I- That's perfectly natural, isn't it?"
"Still, just… don't."
"Alright, alright. You go first, baby."
Ichigo pushed himself up and grimaced when he felt how sore he was. Then when he got to his feet he had to steady himself against the chair standing next to the bed because his legs felt like they would give out at any moment. The last thing he heard before he managed to hobble out of the room was Renji snickering.
"Shut the fuck up, moron!"
"You're just too cute!" Renji shouted back.
Ichigo slammed the bathroom door shut behind him and walked the one step up to the mirror. He leaned on the sink and studied his face.
His usually bright and wild hair was plastered to his forehead, damp and dark. His cheeks were pink, his pupils dilated. His lips were swollen and large hickeys and bite marks littered his neck and shoulders. He looked, well, fucked.
After having studied the details he took in the whole, the naked seventeen year old with a blush on his neck that had spread almost down to his belly, before staring himself straight in the eye. He wondered if he looked any different than before, besides sweat and hickeys. He felt different. He and Renji had fooled around before this evening but now… Now he was no longer a virgin. Now he had fucked and been fucked.
"Huh..."
He scowled at his reflection, stuck his tongue out and then turned on the tap.
The cold water washed his blush away, cleaned off the stray trails of dried and flaky saliva and all the salty sweat, both dried and still dripping. After drying his face off he started filling the sink and while waiting for it to fill up he sat down on the toilet and hid his face in his hands, a new angry blush instantly heating up his cooled off face.
So this was sex. Messy and unhygienic. Straight up uncomfortable afterwards when the fluids going in had to come out again. He'd thought he wouldn't have a problem with it, not since he'd loved playing with come on other occasions. But then again it hadn't been up his- "Fuck."
He cleaned himself up best he could, flushed and turned the tap off before dunking his entire head in the cold, cold water.
These were strange times.
-
After having showered and changed the sheets they'd ended up in the tiny living room on the tiny couch in front of the tiny TV. Ichigo leaned against Renji who was flipping through the channels without really watching while absently stroking two fingertips over Ichigo's tongue.
He nipped at them with a sigh while shifting against Renji's side, unable to make his mind up if he should bite or suck or just speak up.
"Something bothering you, baby?"
Ichigo let the fingers slip from his mouth with a wet plop and straightened up. "No." He bit his lip. "Yeah…"
Renji raised a brow and turned the TV off. "What's up?"
"Why didn't you get in touch? When you were gone, I mean."
The redhead sighed and smoothed a hand over his forehead. "I was busy like you wouldn't believe, but that's not really it… I- Listen, Ichigo, if we're gonna do this we have to know this is how it's gonna be. You'll be here and I'll be over in Soul Society most of the time. I didn't mean to hurt you. You know that, right?"
Ichigo nodded, looked to the side. Then he frowned and looked back at Renji. "'We're gonna do this'..?"
"Do you want to be with me, Ichigo?"
"Yes."
"As in making a commitment?"
"I think so."
"Then this is how it's gonna be… We'll work it out somehow."
"So… you wanna be with me too..?"
"Yeah… I do. I think I realised that when I was away from you. I like you, Ichigo. Very much."
"I… I like you too."
"Good." Renji offered a nervous smile. "This is new to me, you know."
Ichigo smiled back as he saw the vulnerability in Renji's eyes. It calmed his racing heart a little. He wasn't the only one. Finally something Renji hadn't done a thousand times before. "Yeah, same here."
Renji let out a shaky breath and reached up to smooth his thumb over Ichigo's cheek. He seemed out of words, but his eyes said all that really needed saying.
The teen's dark ambers spoke volumes as well.
"Let's go to bed, baby."
There was a kind of bittersweet quality to their night together. No sadness, just a rich, deep taste permeating the sugary events. It was all so big, not just to Ichigo, to them both. Although he had been the one having sex for the first time it had still been their first time together and it was all frighteningly new to Renji as well, because despite having performed the physical act so many times before he couldn't recall it ever having felt like this.
The gravity of the events had struck them both with a sense of vertigo that made them cling to each other in the narrow bed, both their heads spinning as they fell asleep.
-
Ichigo woke up the next morning to find himself wrapped in tattooed arms. He looked up at the ceiling, blinked owlishly and then curled up closer to the warm body next to him. His lips found a pulse point so he sucked on it gently, his hand moving on its own accord and sliding down over well defined abdominal muscles, fingers coming to a rest in the patch of thick, coarse hair below.
He was sore from the night before, felt his entire body ache as he started to wake up properly, but he still couldn't keep his hands away, couldn't stop himself from kissing his way up to an ear and sucking on the lobe.
It drew a moan that made his cock stir. "Morning…" He started licking the tender skin behind the lobe before shifting in Renji's arms, pushing himself up so he could kiss his entire face properly, drag his lips over a prickly sideburn up to a smooth temple, let the tip of his tongue trace the tattoos on Renji's forehead. He kissed his way down a straight nose, around parted, waiting lips without touching them and proceeded to suck softly on the strong chin.
He really had no idea of what he was doing, it just felt right. It was as if he wanted to memorize his lover's face not just with his eyes, but with other senses too. Like a blind person, but using his… mouth. God, he was weird.
Big-knuckled fingers came up, traced his jaw, tickled the corners of his mouth as he sucked, and then invaded, hooked one of those corners and pulled his face away. Two of them found their way into his mouth, all the way to the third knuckle.
It was his turn to moan as Renji slowly, sluggishly started fucking him with those fingers.
"You really like using your mouth, don't you…" Renji's voice was rough from sleep, every syllable creating a shiver that ran down Ichigo's back.
He would have answered, but since he had his mouth full he started sucking, showing that, yes, he liked it very much and thanks for letting him.
"Yeah… You do. Sucking on my fingers like you'd suck my dick. Shit…"
Ichigo moaned again, pushed his tongue between Renji's fingers and let the tip tickle the junction where the two digits met.
Renji groaned, leaning his head back and baring his throat. "God, when did you learn to do this?"
He answered by sucking harder, which in turn was answered by Renji fucking his mouth deeper and soon they were both moaning with every breath.
Renji added a third finger, craned his neck and watched as he stretched Ichigo's mouth, saw the thin trail of spit running down his chin, and just couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out, grabbed Ichigo by the jaw with his messy fingers and angled his head so he could lick that tiny little glistening trail away, a fine string of saliva hanging trembling between them as he pulled away.
"Renji…"
"Shut up, baby. Suck on my tongue instead."
They ended up fucking again, Ichigo on his back with a pillow under his ass to give Renji better access. He was sore. It hurt a little but it was a good hurt, it made him rock and moan.
It was just… heaven. He came from skilfully angled thrusts that brushed against his prostate while a rough hand worked his cock just right, squeezing the head ever so gently and rubbing precome into the silky skin.
Renji once again covered Ichigo's mouth with his when he came, muffled his cry as if he wanted it inside him, and not long after he returned the cry, hands stained with semen suddenly on Ichigo's hips in a bruising grip as Renji fucked him hard and came deep inside him.
They laid there panting, Renji running his fingers through the come staining Ichigo's belly and chest, occasionally feeding it to the boy, painting his lips with it and then kissing it away..
"That was…" The redhead paused to gnaw lightly on a collar bone. "…a good way to wake up."
"Yeah, definitely." Ichigo in turn rubbed his sweaty cheek against Renji's mussed hair. "I like it when you talk like that."
"Like what?"
"You know… Dirty."
"Oh, you like that, huh? Good to know. It's hard not to when you're so sexy, you know? You're not the only one who likes to use his mouth."
Ichigo grinned at that.
"So…" Renji slid even closer and curled up, resting his head on Ichigo's heaving chest. "You like it when I tell you to suck? How good it feels to fuck you?"
Ichigo groaned.
"Yeah? How much I love being inside you? 'Cause I do, baby. You're so hot, so tight, squeezing my dick so hard I have to use all my fucking willpower not to come inside you right away…"
"Renji…"
Renji's voice sunk into a husky whisper. "Feels so good coming inside you, baby…"
"Fuck."
"Like it when I do that?"
"Yeah…" Ichigo shifted, raised his hips.
"C'mon, I wanna hear you say it."
"I like it when you c- ah!" Blunt fingernails had closed over one stiff little nipple, pinching it lightly.
"Say it…" Renji's voice changed into a dark purr, something that belonged in the chest of a jungle cat.
"W-when you come in me."
"Fuck yeah. I know you do… I can see it in your eyes when I'm about to, see them grow dark. But I like hearing you say it… I like it when you talk dirty too, you know." He released the nipple and let his hand slide down Ichigo's chest until it reached the erection straining against the flat stomach."All hard for me again…" he murmured.
"This is insane." The teen rubbed a hand over his face. "It's been like ten minutes since I came."
"Well, you do have a lot of catching up to do, remember?" Renji lifted his head and grinned up at his lover. "Don't worry, you won't have to lift a finger. I'll get you off so sweet. I'll just wrap my hand around your cock like this…"
Ichigo moaned. He was sore but it still felt good, just on the right side of pain.
"Work it real slow like this…" The shinigami pushed himself up to his knees while moving his hand gently. "And then I'll use my other hand to, oh…" His fingers had slid up the inside of a trembling thigh. "You're all slippery with my come, know that?"
Ichigo threw his head back against the pillow. "Fuck!" He rammed his fist into the headboard with a rough laugh. "This is crazy! It's like a porno or something..."
"Hey, I've heard of those."
Ichigo blinked, looked at Renji, his hard-on forgotten. "Heard of? What, you don't have pornos in Soul Society?"
Renji let his hands slip from Ichigo, wiped them off on his thighs. "Well, there's porn, but not movies. Uh, that I know of, at least. Oh, hey! We gotta buy some!"
"What? Pornos? Forget it."
"Come on!"
"Renji, I'm not even old enough to do that. Besides, I'd…"
"What, you'd die of embarrassment? You little prude!"
Ichigo grabbed the pillow behind his head and slammed it into Renji's face. "Shut up!"
The redhead laughed and ripped the pillow from Ichigo's hand, smacking him right back. "Aw, you're blushing! You had my cock up your ass not fifteen minutes ago and you're actually blushing from just talking about buying a damn movie. You're so fucking cute!"
"I said shut up!" Ichigo launched himself at the shinigami, sending them both tumbling over the edge of the bed, laughing and trading blows.
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Walking home several hours later, Ichigo was limping slightly and hoped it wasn't too noticeable. He didn't particularly look forward to seeing his father, still suspecting it somehow showed that he'd lost his virginity. He could imagine the lecture on birds and bees and safe sex and favourable positions he was sure to get.
At least his neck wasn't covered in hickeys anymore. The ointments Soul Society had for dealing with bruising worked wonders. It was a good thing Renji had brought some with him, along with the lube.
Renji… Renji was back. The fact hit him over and over but somehow it didn't quite stick. No matter how many times they kissed, no matter how deep Renji was buried in him, no matter how hard he smacked him it still seemed a little unreal.
He knew he had issues with people leaving, he'd picked up enough psychology in school to know that his mother's death had left him with a fear of being abandoned. He was pretty sure that had been the case when he'd chased after Rukia into Soul Society with such desperate frenzy it has felt as if he'd held his breath until he saw her again. Same thing when he'd went after Inoue into Hueco Mundo.
Maybe all the damn need to protect stemmed from that fear. If he kept everyone safe he wouldn't be alone.
Something like that.
He never got very good grades in psychology.
Renji had left. Ichigo hadn't handled it very well, despite knowing he would be back sooner or later. There had been that little what if tormenting him and robbing him of his sleep.
He would apparently need some time to get the fact into his thick skull that the big stupid shinigami was back in his life.
Renji gave Ichigo countless opportunities to do just that the following weeks, seeing as he refused to leave the young substitute shinigami alone. He more or less attached himself to the boy and hung on, much to said boy's delight.
It didn't take them very long to develop a routine.
When Ichigo was in school, Renji did his best to take in as much as he could of the living world. He read books, watched TV, walked around town and used his brand new 'goddamn awesome, much cooler than yours' computer to check things up online. When he was up to it, that is. He spent far too much time goofing off in Ichigo's opinion, but then it wasn't he who had to write rapports.
Renji more often than not picked Ichigo up after school and they took long walks, sat down for coffee, went to the movies or library or wherever else Renji thought it would be necessary to go for his research.
Later in the evening he cooked for them both while Ichigo went through his notes, correcting what he could and giving some pointers. They ate and after that Ichigo started on whatever school assignments needed to be done while Renji cleaned up and did the dishes.
When he was finished with those he started bugging Ichigo until he either got his ass kicked or got Ichigo's clothes off, the teen complaining about falling behind in school all the way into the bedroom, the times they made it that far.
They fucked like rabbits and then snuggled for as long as they could without falling asleep, before they both went back to work, sitting at the tiny kitchen table with books and notebooks lying around everywhere.
Ichigo stayed the night as often as he could, but although his father seemed ecstatic about having 'such a grown up son who never spent any time at home', he still liked to show his face there at least a couple of times a week.
He slept incredibly well next to Renji.
They sparred often, worked themselves sweaty and beyond, bruised and bled and laughed while honing their sword skills and keeping themselves strong, lean and agile.
Now and then they dispatched of a stray hollow or sent some poor lost soul on their merry way to the afterlife.
All in all they had a pretty good thing going.
Ichigo was smiling a lot more these days. His classmates and Karin told him it was freaking them out and he really did try to do it less, but just wasn't able to. Renji loved it and told him so as often as he could.
He knew six months would pass sooner or later but just couldn't be bothered with it. This time he knew for sure Renji would come back and if he didn't, Ichigo would go to Soul Society, grab him by the scruff of his neck and make him.
Simple as that.
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Epilogue
There's this one minute... This one single minute when the frown on your face is completely erased, right after you've come. When your brow is smooth and the only thing present in your eyes is contentment.
I'll do anything to see that minute more often, to make it two in the future. To prolong it as much as I can.
I love you, baby.
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A/n
Thus endeth the saga of Almighty Abarai and Doomsday-frown boy.
I NEVER EVER thought it'd be even possible for me to receive so many kind words. It's seriously insane, you guys! Much love! So, so much love.
I know I've been asking for your thoughts in every chapter and I'm sorry if this makes me a comment whore. It's just… You guys are the ones who made me keep writing, encouraged me to continue, ensured me my English was good enough and that I was an ok storyteller. This has been one hell of a ride and my very first fanfic became a long damn multi-chapter, all thanks to you.
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P.s. Except for chap. 1, 2 and 5 the names of the chapters are taken from tracks on the album A book of human language by Aceyalone (might be the best hiphop album ever made.)
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