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TITLE: Strawberry Sex part I

WORD COUNT: 907

SUMMARY: Renji's really, really fond of chocolate-coated strawberries.

RATING: M (so much sex. And not so much the vanilla kind, but more the strawberry and chocolate ones too, if you get my drift.)

NOTE: The first piece I ever wrote for this set of shorts, somewhere possibly around 2007 or 2008. (I know, what have I been doing...) Not quite sure whatever gave me the inspiration for this piece, although it might've been a recipe for chocolate-coated strawberries, plus some RenIchi fanart... can't say I regret it, though. Not at all. Title from a Hirai Ken song of the same name, I kid you not.

Ichigo had discovered, quite accidentally, that Renji was very fond of strawberries dipped in chocolate.

They had gathered at Orihime's place one Saturday afternoon to have chocolate fondue, after Rukia couldn't stop blabbering excitedly about all that chocolate, having read about it in the shoujo manga she called her guide to the human realm and very fervently expressed her desire, complete with wide sparkling eyes, to try this dream of a human confection.

It had taken only the few seconds between when Ichigo turned to Inoue to (rather politely, or as well as he could without letting his disgust and horror show up on his face) decline her offer of red bean paste balls dipped in chocolate and when he turned back for Renji to swipe the three strawberries that lay on his plate and inhale them, the sheepish grin on his face, a long, green stem sticking out between his lips, and the chocolate smeared messily around the edges of his mouth enough evidence for Ichigo to glare at him, a thief caught red-handed in the act.

When rather sharply asked by Ishida if he was that hungry, Renji only shrunk further into his seat and stuttered, a blush rapidly growing on his cheeks, that he really liked strawberries, especially when they were ripe and sweet, earning him a roll of Rukia's eyes and a droll comment from her that his hair would turn redder – assuming such a thing were even possible – if he ate too many of those and left none for the rest of them. (In truth, Ichigo thinks that Rukia was pissed Renji ate what would've conceivably been her share, the portion she'd have swiped off his plate while he was distracted, or even right under his eyes.)

So when Renji stared, puzzled, at the all too innocent-looking bottle of chocolate syrup Ichigo had given him for his birthday, the orange-haired boy had only smirked, leaning against the patch of wall next to his bed and saying, "You're very fond of strawberries with chocolate, aren't you?"

Renji had blinked a little at that remark, staring at Ichigo dumbly until the double (and very much intended) meaning hit him.

At which he grinned, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes, and, pouncing, tackled Ichigo onto his bed and pinned him down, breathing into his ear, "And I, lucky me, get to savour the juiciest, sweetest one of the lot", before kissing him very thoroughly, one hand slipping up and working beneath his T-shirt, fingers snaking across the teen's taut skin and sculpted abs, the other snaking dipping down into the orange-haired's pants and tickling, with barely-there feather-light strokes and glides, the strained erection Renji had suspected the horny bastard of having ever since he made the chocolate remark, earning a very throaty, breathy and hotly moaned gasp from said horny bastard under him, who was very clearly savouring the moment as much as his red-haired lover was, arms all over Renji's back, holding on to him for dear life even as the older shinigami kissed Ichigo deeply, tongues intermingling.

Having finally worked Ichigo's T-shirt off him after being distracted by his chest, Renji tossed it carelessly onto the floor, his own following shortly after, even as Ichigo untangled himself of his jeans and slid Renji's off his hips, casting both pairs into the pile lying beside the bed. Renji, now very aroused and breathing very hotly, his face faintly flushed, grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup off the bedside table and dangled it before Ichigo's face. "Ready?"

Ichigo, equally turned on, could only moan, "Hell yeah", even as Renji ripped the plastic wrap off, uncapped the bottle and started squeezing, the dark syrup slowly flowing out of the nozzle and onto Ichigo's abs. The redhead smirked and, getting onto all fours, started drawing his tongue through the stripes of chocolate, earning a very breathy groan from his younger partner, who was evidently enjoying it very much, to the point that he didn't initially feel the syrup being dribbled all over his cock, until he heard a faint chuckle and raised his head slightly, opening one eye to see Renji crouched, admiring his creation.

"Renji, wha- oohhhhhhfuckahhh" was all Ichigo could manage as the older shinigami's very warm and moist mouth closed over his member, his tongue now very busy at work licking as Renji's head bobbed up and down, his hands on Ichigo's muscular thighs to support himself, even as the younger man writhed in the sheer pleasure and ecstasy of it all.

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The chocolate had been utter hell to get off the sheets afterwards, requiring three rounds in the washing machine and virtually an entire bottle of detergent before the marks finally faded into something not as recognisable – and it was everywhere, seeing as how they had writhed, flailed, and rolled around so much, which had only made it worse – and Ichigo had been rather mortified to discover that the sticky, viscous liquid didn't and wouldn't come out of (his) hair easily, despite Renji's very skilled and flexible tongue and a very long shower (which Renji had been more of a distraction than a help, even though he insisted on going in with Ichigo to, in his words, help wash up).

But hell, it had been worth it. Very, very worth it.

Yep, Renji had a major thing for strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Especially the orange-haired ones.