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TITLE: Strawberry Sex part II

WORD COUNT: 842

SUMMARY: Ichigo wants to try something new, and Renji has no choice but to comply.

RATING: M (even more sex of the non-vanilla kind. I'm quite positive this makes the previous one seem rather bland, heh.)

NOTE: The second piece, written not too long after the previous one. I figured that if Renji were to have a kink, I might as well make Ichigo have one too, though not quite sure why it ended up being bondage... must be all those chains he sports with Tensa Zangetsu. The next few will have less sex, I promise.
Title from a Hirai Ken song of the same name, quite probably the only one of its kind.

Renji, in turn, learnt that Ichigo was quite the kinky bastard, having a thing for bondage.

That day happened to be what had started out as another uneventful Saturday afternoon with the both of them lazing around in Ichigo's room, the house strangely silent since Rukia was nowhere to be seen, possibly at Urahara's demanding a refund for the oddly defective merchandise she had just purchased from the shady proprietor; Isshin, on the other hand, had taken both Karin and Yuzu with him to the live filming of Don Kanonji's new cooking show (which Ichigo found rather disturbing, accidentally wandering in once on an episode and seeing him in an apron screaming, "SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS WITH YOU!", while frantically mincing onions into smithereens, papery skins and all; he would never forget how Yuzu was watching with eyes and mouth agape, a blissful expression colouring her face, oblivious to Karin's eye-rolling,).

Renji, who was flopped on Ichigo's floor and leafing through a magazine, a bored look on his face, shut it with a sigh and was about to suggest that they head to Urahara's for a spot or two of training in that underground cavern of his when Ichigo, seated on his bed, had turned towards him with a pensive look on his face and a faint blush that Renji didn't recognise the meaning of initially. "Renji… you, um… wanna… try something, er… new?"

The redhead rolled over and sat up, finally glad that there was something to do. "Hell yes – I was about to be bored to death! Though… whaddya mean by something ne–" He trailed off abruptly, realising that for some reason, he couldn't move his shoulders, despite not being so moments ago, his arms now pressed up against his back even as he got on his knees and fumbled around, trying to stand up.

Looking up at Ichigo, his brows furrowed in puzzlement, he was greeted with a very wide smirk on the former's face, a finger pointed in his direction. "Bakudou 1… Sai. And Rukia said I didn't have the talent for these, though I guess her classes definitely helped a lot."

Ichigo ignored Renji's cries of "Oi, whaddya doing, Ichigo!", as he walked over to his wardrobe and began rummaging through it, evidently looking for something. When he straightened his back, cleared his throat and turned around, Renji gulped loudly and could only stare, his eyes widened as they trailed to Ichigo's right hand, now holding a large coil of rope and a ball gag, and up to his face, where the smirk was still decorating it, that damned Cheshire cat grin not fading. "Heh. This is gonna be so much fun. And I thought you'd never agree."

This did not look good, Renji thought as he futilely attempted to struggle against the kidou and the ropes Ichigo was now winding about his wrists, even though the growing bulge in his pants seemed to indicate the opposite, that he was secretly enjoying some part of it, a fact not lost on Ichigo as he very roughly grabbed the redhead's member through his jeans, earning a very throaty moan and an upward thrust into his hand.

"Now, open wide!" Renji opened his mouth to ask Ichigo why he sounded so cheerful, amongst other things, but could only swallow his words as the red ball gag that was in Ichigo's hand found its way into his mouth, grunts and a slight stream of drool the only things the older shinigami could manage as the straps were locked behind his head, Ichigo stepping back and taking in his handiwork with a nod of approval. He narrowed his eyes, his expression not unlike that of a cat who had cornered its prey, and Renji could only gulp again, his eyes growing wide.

Oh fuck.

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A few hours later, a very naked Renji was busy rubbing his sore wrists and ankles atop the bed, the result of having been tied up for a rather long period of time, with a scowl on his face, while an equally bare Ichigo sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the ball gag he clenched in his right hand, turning it around with the other and examining it, his brows meeting as he frowned. "…Well, damn. And I made sure I bought the largest one, only 'cause your mouth's so freaking big."

"Whaddya've expected me to do? It never occurred to me that you'd do that to my cock! Of course I yelped – who the hell wouldn't have?!" The older shinigami shot back. "Still…" he paused, trailing off, a thoughtful expression now on his face.

A moment of silence.

And then, "But damn, that was fucking good. Where'd the hell did you learn that from?"

Renji had to admit, though, that even though it had freaked him out a little in the beginning, the sex had just gotten even hotter after that.

And as far as he was concerned, that was really the whole point of it all, wasn't it?