Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care. When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear.
. . .
Ichigo woke up slowly in the late hours of the morning and yawned. Eyes still shut, he rolled over in the warm blankets, his bare thigh bumping into something firm but fleshy. Vaguely aware that he was in bed with something alive, which wasn't at all usual, Ichigo yawned again and cracked one eye open to investigate, seeing that his leg had met a spread-eagled limb.
His sleep-addled brain took a few moments to make sense of it, but soon connected the tattooed muscular quads to the rest of his boyfriend's widely splayed and very naked body, which rested not far away, tangled up with him and the blankets. Ichigo let his eye slip back closed with a small quirk of his lip. Haaaaaah, they'd finally had sex.
Well kind of.
They'd jerked each other off and rut on each other and made out like the horny teenager that Ichigo officially wasn't as of three days ago! Ichigo was finally twenty, and god damn, he'd thought the day would never come. And what a hell of a birthday present.
Ever since, they'd been all wrapped up in each other, and Ichigo was learning what he could about the ways of adulthood. He was an eager student, that's for sure – and what else could be expected after starving for it for so long? They hadn't even had full on sex yet, and Ichigo still has never felt so satisfied. He's constantly relaxed and focused and just… just really chill. He doesn't stress over anything anymore. There was something immensely gratifying about getting hard during the day around Renji and knowing that, no, actually, he didn't have to just leave it, or take care of it himself. There was also the fact that Ichigo hadn't really realized that orgasms could feel any or better or worse depending on the method – but yeah, pretty much anything Renji did to him felt literally twice as good as when he did it himself.
Plus, it all was the most wonderful fun.
Ichigo smiled lazily as he rolled over and put his face on Renji's arm, throwing a leg over his tattooed belly. That was one thing he hadn't expected, but enjoyed most: their activities didn't take on a serious or desperate note to them. He sort of got why some people called it a romp now, because that totally fit. Ichigo had found himself laughing and smiling a lot as they rolled and tossed each other around and said a bunch of dumb shit; Renji was especially good at doing that part while he was pleasuring them. Really it was as much playing as it was sex. Last night they'd kissed wildly, half-wrestling and laughing as they fooled around – Renji's strong fist locked around their erections and taking Ichigo to oblivion.
Really, they've spent the last few days being disgustingly lovey. Yesterday they'd stayed in bed well into the afternoon, Renji sprawled out on his back and watching with a smile as Ichigo tried and ate every chocolate from the box he'd gotten for his birthday – then he'd read Journey to the West aloud and teasingly compared Renji to Monkey King and laughed until Renji had tackled him, which had been a perfect conduit into staying awake all night messing around.
Which was why they were getting such a late start today again. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a real meal, but it was hard to give a fuck when he was using them all up on Renji.
They dozed together for a while longer until Ichigo finally propped himself up on his elbow, wiped his eye, and looked Renji's bare body over where he lay next to him on his back. Some of his hair had come loose from his braid, his mouth was ajar, and his stomach rose and fell with each breath.
Ichigo, feeling a bit mischievous, and since the whole day was free for them to mess around, squirmed over to Renji on his belly and grabbed him by the morning boner, placing a sucking kiss near the base and curiously watching as it bobbed backwards at the sudden stimulation.
Renji snorted and mumbled sleepily, before opening his eyes a few moments later and looking down at him. Ichigo leaned up to him for a slow kiss and they lounged together for a while, Renji's naked leg over his equally naked hip. Renji put his head on Ichigo's and closed his eyes again, breathing in to sigh, and then letting out a yawn. Ahh, it's good to be twenty.
Ichigo had bullied Renji into taking the week off, and they'd used it well thus far.
Even after all the grief they've gone through in waiting, even now after Ichigo was twenty, Renji was dragging it out a little, still delaying the sex after all of that. His excuse was that he was simply enjoying Ichigo – savoring him – and that this was the time to learn each other and what they both like, y'know, exploratory stuff, since Ichigo hadn't done anything of the sort with anyone else, which he can't exactly argue with, because it's true.
Ichigo can't really complain exactly, because in holding off on going all the way, Renji hadn't left him high and dry – no way. He'd shown Ichigo other, really enjoyable things. No, he definitely can't complain. He's one content guy.
Ichigo snuggled his head back against Renji's and smiled when Renji purred at the way their morning erections rubbed together quite nicely. After a few rather rank, but still good kisses, Renji rolled on top of him with a rumbling hum, suckling down his neck and pressing his hips down hard against Ichigo's, shifting them from side to side in a slow teasing grind.
"Haaaah," Ichigo sighed happily, smiling at the low chuckle coming from somewhere under his jaw, the entire area hot with saliva and then fogged with breath that cooled the wet areas and steamed the dry.
Nah, he couldn't ask for anything else; he's good just like this.
. . .
Later that day, they met Rukia when she saw them by chance in the street after they'd ventured out of the house for food. She gave the token amount of shit, because nobody'd seen them since the party and were obviously getting busy – which they couldn't fault, because it was fucking true. Renji hadn't exactly been subtle. For god's sake, he'd put up a threatening 'do not disturb' message on his door and more posted a few yards down in the hallway in each direction. Ichigo was pretty sure the entirety of Squad Six – and who knew how many others – knew that they were going at it like crazy.
They've gotten a bunch of teasing, but it wasn't as unbearable as the teasing had been before when everyone had known they weren't doing it – because then Ichigo'd had to suffer through the humiliation and the blueballs. Comments about them getting laid? Those were easy to brush off. Ichigo doesn't give a shit. He was chill as fuck.
Rukia's a different story. His chill kind of fucks off around her. Ichigo has kind of dreaded talking to her actually, because he knew she was going to tease, and she could always get to him. He doesn't know how she does it - he'd tried to move past it, but it was something he hadn't grown out of. For some weird reason, the thought of the knowing and dirty smile she'd undoubtedly employ made Ichigo's every inch of flesh stand on pins and needles and his ears literally turn almost red, not pink. It's like those stupid pretty eyes of hers saw into his heart of hearts and sweetly whispered, 'you nasty little freak, you.'
When they'd noticed her while they were out getting some eats, Renji had called out to her before Ichigo could stop him, and of course, she'd approached happily. He tried to keep it under control. She's like a shark. If she senses that he's weak – and he fucking is, it's oozing off of him like blood in open water – she'll strike.
Renji didn't seem bothered, which would be really fucking irritating otherwise, but Ichigo had bigger fish to fry – literally. He was fucking starving.
After giving them the token amount of shit for not showing their faces for however many days it's been – three, Ichigo thinks. Yeah, three – she mentioned that Ichigo was glowing and Renji looked more relaxed than she'd seen him in ages. Then she did this fucking eyebrow raise and Ichigo's ears did the red thing.
Renji seemed to make it a point to look particularly mellow as if to prove Rukia right – which, okay, that did fucking irritate Ichigo. He had his head held up with a kind of cocky proud gleam in his eye, and all the dormant sleepy power of a lazy tiger flicking its tail around.
"Ah quiet," Ichigo griped, and tried to act natural. He'd come of age. Everyone knew he'd been waiting for this, so it should be no big deal that they'd disappeared for a couple of days to… you know, get acquainted.
"We've been spending some quality time." He was pretty satisfied with how blasé that came out.
"Top quality," Renji drawled, his mouth stretching in a large smirk that had Ichigo narrowing his eyes. Rukia beat him to responding to that particular remark, as she burst out in an almost shocked laugh.
"Renji, you dog!" She swatted him on the arm in a fond, congratulatory, you-rascal-you fashion. Ichigo took a startled step back, scandalized, and immediately scowled to try to fight down the blush that viciously invaded his cheeks. They were all traitors. Every fucking one of them.
Renji laughed lowly, saying nothing to deny it, merely widening his stance and crossing his arms over his chest – he looked fucking pleased with himself. Ichigo gave him the evil eye and then shook his head with a huff.
"You're such a dick," he muttered.
"What was that?" Renji grumbled, eyes snapping to him.
"When are you staying 'till, Ichigo?" Rukia cut in, leaving Renji disgruntled and glaring at Ichigo, as if to say that this wasn't over.
"You tryin'a' get ridda' me?" Ichigo sassed, ignoring his boyfriend's sulking.
"Excuse you, it's not my fault your schedule is completely sporadic."
Ichigo rolled one shoulder, at which she raised an eyebrow. "Ah, I'll be here 'till the end of the month at least."
"Yeah," Renji hummed with a shit-eating grin, and yep, here it comes. "Our honeymoon ain't over yet."
"I don't know you anymore."
"Renji, you're such a lech," Rukia snorted.
Shameless, Renji raised his eyebrows, eyes shut, and with arms raised in a a stretch, said, "Hey, everyone's given me hell for bein' a lech for like three years now when I wasn't doin' shit. I think I deserve a break." Ichigo gave him a look. He still hadn't heard anybody say anything like that about Renji – but maybe they only said it when he was out of earshot. It'd be just like Renji to not say anything about it to him.
"Point noted." Rukia looked back to him, which had Ichigo standing up imperceptibly straighter. She gave him a fond smile, tilting her head like she did when she got all gooey – 'Ichigo, you've gotten so tall – you look so grown up.' It was kind of embarrassing in a nice warm sort of way. "So what are your plans now then? I know you took the week off."
"Yeah, got more important things than work this week." Renji smiled in an entirely too skeevy way and Ichigo shifted away, honestly suspicious that he might reach out and swat him – he hasn't forgotten that one time outside the bathhouse! His right buttcheek has never been the same since!
Rukia opened her mouth, grinning, her eyes boggling like Renji was amazing her in a thousand amusing ways today.
"Pff', Important things," Ichigo muttered. "For one thing, Byakuya is not happy with me right now." That shut Renji up – other than his sotto voce cursing. At least it wiped the look off his face.
Rukia rounded on Renji with her finger pointed out righteously, who looked sufficiently cowed at her exclamation of, "You shouldn't inconvenience Nii-sama!"
"Yeah, Renji, don't inconvenience Nii-sama."
Sent into a frenzy of rage by his snide mockery, Renji made as if to throttle him, bursting out with, "You're the one who-! I didn't-!"
Ichigo leaned back from his red and sputtering face. "Don't spit on me."
"You!" he howled. "I worked overtime to make sure that-"
"Well if you weren't so lazy normally then he probably just-"
"Lazy?!" Renji hollered, puffing up his chest, to which Ichigo gave him a deadpan glare and pointedly dug his pinkie around in his ear, which just served to tick him off even more. "I work my ass off to impress that guy and you have the balls ta' call me lazy when all you ever do around here is slack?! I oughta'-"
"I'll tell you what you oughta'."
"You little-"
"Oh, you guys!" Rukia sang, and because they were already in each other's faces, it wasn't hard for her to hug them both around the waists, since that was about as high up as she could grab if they didn't bend down to accept the embrace. She pulled them together, squeezing herself between them with her bony arms, and they both calmed as they peered down at her. Renji, immediately on board with Rukia-hugs as always, just laughed a little, previous ire forgotten as he pet her on the hair.
"Rukia!" Ichigo complained, turning red and half-heartedly tugging at her and reeling away from Renji's big stupid face.
She made another squealy noise as if to emphasize how cute they were and how much she loved them, and Renji laughed some more, totally going with it – and Ichigo, well he had many issues.
"Rukia!" he howled, his entire face bright pink as he yanked away from them and flung an arm in the direction of the open street where they'd first seen her. "Go! "
Renji, exponentially more chill, hummed amusedly, "We're kind of on a date right now, Rukia." Yeah, food-date. Date with lots and lots of food and no embarrassing yet secretly enjoyable Rukia-hugs that definitely didn't touch a special tender part of Ichigo's heart- Nope, not.
"Maa, maa, so rude," Rukia declared in that deep authoritative disapproving tone she had about her, waving a hand back and forth. Ichigo grumbled, cheeks still flushed. It's so annoying when she talks so formally about ridiculous stuff like that. "I have things to do anyway that don't involve you two!" She pointed at them both, Renji held in the sort of rapture one is trapped by when being told a hilarious joke and lingering on the verge of laughter but desperately holding it back so as to hear the entire joke, in order to burst out hysterically in full context. Ichigo just bit his tongue and tried not to think about how the humiliation of her teasing hadn't been as bad as he'd anticipated.
No. It was much much worse.
"Fine, finish your date!" she urged, "Go forth and multiply!"
"RUKIA!"
Renji just cackled and crossed his arms proudly on his chest. Ichigo groaned and dug the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, flinging his upper body backwards as if to better send his woes to the sky. "God! Leave now, okay?!"
She trotted away a bit and waved above her head at them. "I'll send a butterfly to check on you if you don't show your faces again by Monday!"
"You don't have to yell that to the entire street!"
"Bye Rukia."
Ichigo huffed and started off in the direction of the fish market they'd been heading towards in the first place, Renji following a moment after. "I love Rukia," Renji snickered.
Ichigo, shoulders easing down from around his ears, had to smile a bit. Yeah, he did too.
. . .
If Ichigo had to choose a downside about his first week being twenty – and it was hard to do, because, y'know, there were so, so many upsides – it'd have to be the weather. That's what he got for being born in the dead middle of July, because it was muggy as hell.
So after he and Renji had eaten and lazed around at a yakiniku stand for a good hour and chatted, Renji finally pushed back his damp bandannas and rubbed at his forehead. "Ah," he mumbled with a smirk as sweat ran down into his eyes, "Kinda' hot out here." Ichigo nodded, because answering would take too much effort. He'd long since tugged on the collar of his yukata, leaving the bottom tucked in, but letting the front hang open at the chest.
"Wanna' head back for some cooldown?"
"Sure," he panted.
Once back in Renji's quarters, they bummed around for a while – Ichigo went off to wash his face and then meditate, because it would take up the least amount of energy and allow an escape from the heat. Renji didn't try to bug him, but when he started exercising nearby, Ichigo was drawn out of his trance and asked what the fuck he thought he was doing, to which he replied that if it was already hot as balls, he was gonna' sweat even if he wasn't doing anything, so he might as well work out.
Ichigo just told him to sweat quieter.
He didn't know how long he wandered around and talked with Zangetsu, but the next time he was dragged back to awareness it was to the sound of Renji's heavy panting, his breath rasping in his chest. Privately rolling his eyes and twisting at the waist from where he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, he glanced behind him to see Renji doing one-armed push-ups, absolutely dripping with sweat.
Renji must've heard him make some sort of noise, because he looked up and noticed him watching. "You back?" he panted, pushing himself up and settling on his rear, legs in front of him. "Yo, spot me."
Normally Ichigo would've snapped that he wasn't gonna' fucking spot him when he was that gross, or just refused on principle, because he was a little shit like that – but as Renji reeled up from his push-ups, his chest and stomach heaving, Ichigo's words got lost at the sight of his tattoos glistening, his skin gleaming like it had been laved with body-oil. In lieu of replying, Ichigo crawled towards him and held Renji's feet.
Grunting his satisfaction, Renji interlocked his fingers behind his head and started doing sit-ups. Ichigo tried to let his mind wander, he tried to be bored, but his eyes kept crawling back, and soon all he could focus on were the small deep grunts of exertion coming out of Renji and the sight of sweat dribbling through the crevices of his torso as it contracted and relaxed. The way his tattoos rippled was almost mesmerizing.
Ichigo swallowed and breathed through his mouth to try and combat the overwhelming sense of dread rising through him. He gripped Renji's feet a little tighter, feeling them press up against his palms slightly every time Renji drove his shoulders up towards his knees. Perspiration gathered and ran down Renji's flesh in little streams, his chest contorting and bulging, and Ichigo started to feel hot all over. Shit, this was turning him on.
Shifting on the floor slightly, knees apart, Ichigo hunched his shoulders and tried to fight the inevitable swelling in his groin. It was no use though; his breaths began to match Renji's, heavy and harsh, his forehead flushed from a mixture of the heat of the atmosphere and that of his desire. Renji met his eyes, his gaze piercing into him with a dark fierce glint that told him he knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn't smirk as Ichigo expected him to, but he did slowly run his tongue over lips, collecting the sweat that had gathered there. Biting his lip, he let his eyes flick over Ichigo's body, which sent another flush of heat through him.
Ichigo wanted to touch him so badly – watching his body curl up and relax rhythmically like that sent his mind straight to the gutter. He knew that Renji could tell what he was thinking too, and might've been waiting for him to snap and pounce on him, seeing how mad he could drive him before he burst. It wasn't that Ichigo was hesitant to initiate, just that in some sort of masochistic torturous move, as badly as he wanted to touch, kiss, grab, smear his hands in all of that moisture and use it to let his palms glide over Renji's firm flesh, he didn't want to stop watching Renji's body move like that, his muscles repeatedly flexing in a sort of viciously gorgeous coordinated wave motion. He didn't think he could take it a second longer, and yet didn't think he could bear to interrupt it either.
At this point they were both hard to the extent that there was no hiding it – seeing as Ichigo was positioned with a clear view between Renji's legs and Ichigo had his own knees spread wide apart. Renji conspicuously glanced from the bulge up to Ichigo's face, chewing on his lip a little bit more, his movements stalling somewhat. Ichigo swallowed and licked his lips, lowering his head even though there was nothing to be embarrassed about, for fuck's sake, it was a miracle Renji could actually look at him over his own boner when his back was flat on the floor.
His muscles beginning to quiver and tremble from strain, Renji panted and fell back onto his elbows, his gaze smoldering and boring into Ichigo, enough that he couldn't pull his eyes away if he tried. Leaning back, his chest heaving and wet, Renji let his arms open, held his hands out, and panted, "Come to me," and Ichigo, not needing to be told twice, climbed forward and into his embrace. He eagerly bumped his hips against Renji's rear and pressed their arousals together, Renji's thighs hooking over his own. With no more than a moment to gasp and smile, Ichigo breathlessly kissed him, his arms wrapping around Renji's slick torso as easily as Renji's damp hands dug through his hair.
Their chests pressed together and the thin fabric of Ichigo's casual yukata soaked through almost immediately, Renji's perspiration sticking them together. They were messy and disgusting and out of breath, and Ichigo didn't think he'd ever been happier. Renji hummed lowly onto his mouth as Ichigo tentatively curled his lower back, grinding their erections together in as coordinated a move as his still limited skills allowed.
Ichigo gasped and froze as Renji suddenly grabbed him on the bottom, both sweaty palms molding against his rear, the damp heat seeping through his clothes. With a growl, taking advantage of Ichigo's breathless surprise, Renji hefted himself up and carefully flipped Ichigo back, caging him in his arms so that he wouldn't bump too roughly on the floor. Ichigo panted and swallowed as Renji held him, trying not to show on his face the thrill of nerves that had suddenly shot through him. He really shouldn't get so excited over such a small thing as Renji grabbing his ass, but they haven't really done anything like that just yet – in fact, Ichigo was starting to suspect that Renji was purposefully avoiding it – and it had surprised him.
Renji pushed Ichigo's arms up and dragged his clothes open at the collar, and Ichigo fumbled as he fought his arms out of the sleeves. Renji licked his lips as he shoved Ichigo's arms back up, greedily running his hands down the soft flesh of the underside, his chest, his thumbs pausing to tweak his nipples. Ichigo let out a harsh breath and quickly bit his lip to cut it off – they've messed around a bunch by now, but their activities hadn't really diverted much from jerking each other off or grinding on each other until orgasming. Renji's excuse had been that he had to warm Ichigo up to sex, get him used to different things, don't rush, Ichigo, no need to rush- It looked like Renji thought he'd been sufficiently warmed to the point that he was starting to push and test the boundaries a little more.
Renji gave him a harsh deep kiss, his tongue stealing every last bit of spare breath Ichigo had had left in his lungs. Ichigo's head fell back limply, hitting the floor with a dull clunk, and his eyes slid closed as Renji caressed and sucked on his tongue salaciously, his breath growling deep in his throat. Pulling back with a gasp of relish one makes after taking a long draft of liquor, Renji grinned, his eyes sparkling with wicked amusement and mischief, and Ichigo, helpless and hopelessly right where Renji wanted him, let out a stuttered moan as Renji slid his body heavily down him, purposefully letting his weight drag across Ichigo's heated flesh and press against his erection. His hands were tightly gripped around Ichigo's biceps, squeezing them and holding them in place above his head. Keeping his eyes up on Ichigo's face as he went, Renji ran his lips down Ichigo's torso and hummed against his bellybutton, "I'm gonna' suck you off, Ichigo."
Ichigo couldn't fucking help it – his eyes boggled and he let out this choked moan of disbelief. He squirmed, his breath growing fast and excited, his erection aching and straining, but he had the presence of mind to nod, his eyes glued to Renji's face as it moved lower and lower down. Oh wow, Renji was going to-
Renji, seeming to approve of his eager and painfully young reaction, licked his lips and let his hands skim down Ichigo's undulating belly, his thumbs hooking into the tie of his yukata and pulling on it. "I'm gonna' make you cum with your dick in my mouth," he said lewdly, his mouth mere inches from Ichigo's straining hips.
"Yeah," Ichigo gasped, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, his entire body paralyzed and electrified with the simultaneous and volatile mixture of humiliation and excitement Renji's words ignited within him. The mental imagery of it was enough to get Ichigo's heart racing, his mouth open and his breath drawn tight as Renji pressed his face down into the juncture of where his groin met his thigh.
"I'm gonna' take you ta' heaven," he rumbled, tone so low and dark that Ichigo took in the words on an almost subsonic level, reading them through the way they rattled his bones rather than pierced the air.
"Oh god," Ichigo panted, lifting his head slightly, although he didn't need to with the way Renji's deep voice vibrated straight through him, the heat of his breath seeping through his clothes and onto his throbbing erection serving to throw him into a sort of mind-numbing panic. Oh god, Renji's mouth was on his dick-
Ichigo leaned up on his elbows, shaking all over with anticipation as Renji undressed him and pulled his hard penis out. Ichigo bit his lip and looked away – he's not embarrassed, it's just… it's different during the daytime… Plus, Renji hasn't looked at him so closely like that before and it made him sort of self-conscious, not that some nervous jitters were going to get in the way of- Ichigo held his breath when Renji grinned with an almost viciously perverse glint in his eye and opened his mouth. Oh fuck-
Holding absolutely still, not even breathing, Ichigo watched, agonized as Renji gripped his cock around the base and moved it towards his lips. A stuttered gasp broke free and Ichigo's stomach clenched, his hands scrambling to try and grip the tatami mats beneath him when Renji pressed the head of his cock against the flat of his tongue- oh-
Don't cum, Kurosaki – don't cum, don't cum, oh fuck, don't, don't, don't-don't-
Renji paused for a moment to look up at him and then grinned more, laving his tongue back and forth along the back of his cock, not breaking eye contact so as to fully appreciate Ichigo's expression of almost horrified surprise: the quivering of his brow, his locked jaw, his eyes slowly starting to glaze, and of course, his flushed pink complexion.
Pausing to give him one last amused smirk – as if he hadn't expected Ichigo to react quite so much – Renji closed his mouth around the head of his erection and sucked him down, at which point Ichigo lost all semblance of calm. "Oh," he exhaled roughly, dropping back, his muscles tensed to the point that they trembled and twitched. "Oh wow," he moaned breathily, straining to lift his head and watch as his erection disappeared within Renji's mouth with each bob of his head. Renji hummed salaciously, slurping with relish, his eyes burning into Ichigo's.
Ichigo bit his lip and clenched his brow, his head tossed to one side, his hand gripping Renji's free one. Oh shit, all his wildest imaginations hadn't compared to how- how- It was so hot and wet, the perfect amount of pressure, sending pleasure rocketing through him in sharp jolts and lingering like the warmth of liquor. "Shit," he gasped as Renji pulled back and smacked his dick against his tongue with a hungry groan, a string of his precum and his own saliva connecting his lips and the flushed head of Ichigo's cock together.
"Hmmm," Renji growled, stroking his fist along Ichigo's shaft for a few pumps, before taking him back in with a zealous groan. Ichigo moaned breathlessly. Shit, Renji really seemed to enjoy it, didn't he- Or maybe it was just because of the response he was getting that made it worthwhile-
Ichigo gasped and whined, throwing an arm over his face when Renji's heated gaze and the lewd picture before him became too much. He held Renji's hand so tight that he was sure his nails were digging into his palm. Renji's grip on his cock was so firm and strong, and the suction of his powerful mouth and the movements of his tongue were almost overwhelming.
What little restraint Ichigo had held onto lasted about two seconds longer, when Renji pulled back to the tip and swallowed around it, and without giving Ichigo a moment to recover, sucked him back in, jacking him off up into the hot confines of his mouth. Ichigo curled up, his mouth open in a silent scream that couldn't escape because his core had tightened up too much. Renji still didn't stop, laughing lowly and teasing him with his tongue, then sucked on him with ruthless force. Ichigo did shout then, a stuttered cry ripping from his throat as he reeled up towards Renji and pulled his legs in, his thighs bouncing in around Renji's ears. Renji, merciless, merely grabbed him around the legs with an eager growl and nuzzled his nose down against Ichigo's stomach.
Ichigo, panting and shaking like a baby, tried to push his sweaty hair back from his forehead and take a breather, but Renji didn't let up – and as he looked up to Ichigo with a heady hum, Ichigo's dick still down his throat, and quirked the corner of his mouth with a mischievous smile as if to tease that he was already so excited this soon, Ichigo thought bleakly, 'Fuck, I've created a monster.'
He grabbed Renji wherever he could reach and tried to breathe. The worst part is that he'd almost cum like five times already, but Renji seemed to be able to sense when he was on the verge – maybe he could feel his pulse quicken on his tongue, or his cock stiffen slightly with a final rush of blood just when he was just about to – because he'd always slow or change rhythm at just the right moment that Ichigo could hang on, so Renji would be able to drag this out longer, could torture him further. Renji lounged on top of him, arms spread to rest his elbows on the floor on either side of him, Ichigo's legs wrapped around his back, and Ichigo stared down at him and trembled, contemplating life and death.
Eventually, with each of his moans, Ichigo could see the hairs raise on Renji's arms, the heavy pull to his eyelids, the steamy thick look to his gaze. At last Renji began to breathe more heavily, as though winded, and Ichigo pet him on the head, clumsily dragging a hand over his damp hair. He's so- so good, he's such a good-
He gasped and panted as Renji shifted, and without pulling back, maneuvered himself around to flop on his side, his legs near Ichigo's shoulder, the heavy outline of his cock pulling the fabric of his fundoshi tight to bursting. Ichigo let his head fall to the side, every inch of skin feeling sweaty and sticky, and watched as Renji gripped his dick through his clothes with his free hand, palming and massaging the thick needy bulge. With one last insistent suck, Renji pulled his mouth free of Ichigo's erection with a hungry wet gasp, his breath growling in his chest and piercing the air.
Ichigo swallowed and reached out with his hand, helping Renji undo his sash and open his yukata where it had lingered around his waist. With a bit of difficulty, he tugged the tightly tied fundoshi out enough to allow Renji to pull out his erection and stroke it a bit – when he did, this thick musty sweaty scent escaped, the heat of it seeping over to Ichigo's face. Sucking insistently on Ichigo's cock, Renji took his hand and guided it to his thick arousal and held it there. Ichigo felt so hot all over that he thought he might pass out, and swallowed hard at the feeling of Renji's cock under his hand. Renji's guiding fingers fell away once Ichigo tentatively gripped it and brought it closer for inspection. He hadn't really held it like this yet, and definitely hadn't gotten this close of a look.
Panting, he spit in his hand and stroked Renji's cock with a heavy pressure, watching with an almost morbid fascination as the tattoos there darkened as he spread his saliva over them. Renji's breath sighed through his nose, and he pulled back for a moment to crack a relieved and encouraging grin before going back to sucking him off.
Ichigo tried his best, he really did, but he grew distracted easily, because the ecstasy of Renji's harsh movements was really, wow- holy wow-
He tried to turn a little bit, uncertainly maneuvering his face towards Renji's dick with a bravery and absence of nerves entirely brought on by the delirium of pleasure. Renji accommodated him – as if having been waiting for him to attempt such a thing – moving his head away from Ichigo's hips so that Ichigo could roll on his right side. Once he did, he gripped Ichigo's exposed ass greedily and sucked him down with a contented groan. Ichigo tried to focus, but he couldn't so well, his vision swimming.
Spitting again, he gave Renji's cock a few firm pulls, swirling his hand around it from base to tip, letting his fist close around the head the way he liked to do to himself. Once he was feeling brave enough, he tried to copy Renji some – he stuck his tongue out and licked a bit at the dark wet head of Renji's cock, and then sucked on it with whatever curiosity that could penetrate through the fog of approaching orgasm. The taste was that of salty sweat, and Ichigo sucked at the stiff feverish flesh a bit more, squeezing with his hand while he ran his tongue against it.
Renji's belly moved with heavy breaths just on his periphery, the slithering motions of his tattoos undulating becoming absolutely hypnotic. Ichigo released the base of Renji's dick to play with the patch of sweaty hair just to the left, rubbing and scratching his thumb through it, then pinching and twisting it between his fingers, satisfied when Renji squirmed and let out an irregular breath or two in a grunt and then sucked on him with renewed vigor, the ridges on the roof of his mouth rubbing against the head of his cock just right. Ichigo tensed, curling his hips towards Renji's face and carefully licked on the side of Renji's erection, then sucked on the head some more without letting his teeth touch – he doesn't know how hard is too hard, so he just avoided it altogether. Not able to take as much into his mouth as he'd expected, he settled for pumping most of it in his fist and hoping that was a skill that would come with time, because he didn't think he could do what Renji was doing; despite their size difference, Ichigo was still impressed that Renji could do that without choking.
Ichigo figured he gave an okay handjob, so he did his best, but he didn't really know what else to do but suck on it like candy, or a straw. It was sort of like what Renji was doing, but with less… less confidence.
Renji pulled back for a second, and with a voice that was significantly weaker and raspier than Ichigo had expected, told him, "I like a little bit a' teeth – really go at it." Ichigo nodded breathlessly, and though he could see Renji looking at him from between their bodies, he didn't make eye contact, because it's weird to talk with a dick right by your face. "Don't worry," Renji licked his lips and panted, "You don't have to go far down, just do it hard."
"Got it," he panted back, and sufficiently reassured, gave it another try. He gripped hard with his fist and propped himself up on his other elbow, sucking part of Renji's cock into his mouth with as much muscle as he had, because slow and uncoordinated as he was, he was pretty strong. He pulled back every few slurps to swallow around the head to release the pressure the constant sucking created in his mouth. Luckily he was turned on enough that he wasn't a shaking ball of nerves and his mouth wasn't dry; in fact, his chin was wet with excess saliva. It was just really hard to keep a rhythm when Renji was doing what he was doing- If Ichigo had thought before on his birthday that masturbating was pathetic compared to what Renji could do to him, that he'd been a fool to think that cumming always felt the same, then now- oh god, how the world has opened up before him. This blew even that birthday sex away.
As if sensing the bad pun, Renji hummed his enjoyment and pulled back to grin and pant encouragingly, "Yeah, doin' good."
Ichigo, unbelievably satisfied to hear that, continued, and after catching on to the little grunts Renji let slip every time his teeth dragged along his shaft, he curiously bit, just a little, sucking hard. Renji squirmed, his breath hissing through his nose and a rumbling groan following like thunder after lightning. Ichigo smiled a little, sweat dripping down into his eyes, and started to catch on to why Renji had seemed to enjoy this so much. He liked to feel Renji's body quiver beneath his hands, his great muscular legs shaking helplessly, he liked to hear Renji's deep raspy voice break - it made him feel incredibly powerful.
Ichigo, growing a bit more confident, tried to continue, but his beginner technique kind of fell off as Renji really went all out on him then, using the full force of his skill without holding back or leaving Ichigo just on the edge of orgasm as he had before. Ichigo pulled off of Renji's dick for fear that he might bite down when it finally hit – he could feel it building, like the shoreline receding drastically in order to form the tsunami.
Even feeling it coming, it caught him unawares. Harsh, electrifying, Ichigo tensed and writhed, and he didn't know what kind of sound he made, maybe nothing at all – he'd never know, because his hearing had winked out, every nerve ending fried and tingling as Renji finished him off.
When the last few pulses of mind-numbingly harsh pleasure abated and Ichigo could feel Renji's wet lips running over the head of his cock again, he did hear himself, a strangled cry loosing from deep within him as he jerked and hurled himself onto his back. Renji didn't let him escape, rolling over him and holding his hip down with one hand, the other directing his cock back into his mouth, and despite the gentle pressure, Ichigo slapped the floor and let a sob free as Renji sucked him clean.
When Renji finally pulled back, Ichigo blinked through the haze and swallowed, panting. Renji looked pretty damn proud of himself, gazing down at Ichigo lying there, a fucking sweaty gasping mess. He gave Ichigo a grin, wiping the corner of his mouth with his fist, and Ichigo tried to smile back through his heavy breaths, his eyes slipping shut, his legs apart to let his feverish and aching cock cool in the muggy air.
At the searching and appreciative hand stroking over his damp sticky chest, Ichigo opened his eyes again and tiredly reached out to try and finish Renji off, propping himself up with what felt like the effort of rolling a boulder up a hill in order to bring Renji's cock to his mouth.
"Naw, don't, baby, just lay down. Yeah, just like that, you don't gotta' do anything, sweetheart," Renji muttered, nudging his lips away with a warm palm to his cheek, guiding him back down to the floor. "Just lay back." Ichigo was so tired, he couldn't even protest, couldn't even scowl at the names.
"I'm not your baby," he panted weakly, but Renji just grinned and knelt at his side, stroking himself in one hand and touching Ichigo's face with the other. Ichigo watched as Renji clenched his jaw and then let his breath out through a tight 'o' of his lips.
Tentatively running his hand along Ichigo's face, Renji gently fit his thumb inside the corner of Ichigo's mouth and told him softly to bite, just a little, his chest inflating with each fevered breath. Ichigo kind of chewed on his finger, setting it between his teeth and wiggling it around, humming as Renji stroked his cock with an open but silent mouth and gazed down at Ichigo's face with wide eyes that were almost pained with the amount of desire there.
Ichigo sucked at his thumb, laving his tongue along the pad of it and chewing on his knuckle as he reached up to run a hand along Renji's swelling stomach. Renji's movements grew more desperate, his breath ragged, the muscles of his arm and chest bulging out with his efforts. Ichigo licked his lips, meeting Renji's gaze in time to see his pupils glaze and dilate as he finally stuttered to a halt, his cum trapped beneath the tight grip of his fist, but quickly seeping out through the gaps in his fingers to roll down his wrist. Stroking himself a bit more, a few more weak spurts of ejaculate dripped onto Ichigo's chest, warm and viscous. Giving a couple pulls to his cock to relish the aftershocks, Renji let out a long sigh of release, having been quiet throughout the entirety of his orgasm but for a breathy grunt or two. Despite that, he was left quite winded, as if he'd run a long ways and finally been allowed to collapse on the ground, exhausted.
With another long whoosh of breath through puffed cheeks, Renji let his hands come away as he leaned down to Ichigo for a kiss, his lips wet from being bitten and sucked. He hummed onto Ichigo's mouth, a long satisfied warm thing that made Ichigo's heart buzz and his lips curve in a smile.
He didn't know how they did it, but they moved to the bed somehow, and rested, practically plastered together from still cooling sweat. Renji had put his arms behind his head and let his eyes drift shut, a lazy smile playing along his lips as he continued to employ that satisfied hum, his legs thrown wide. Ichigo didn't know how he was lying at the moment, as his senses are still recovering – his proprioception wasn't back up to par yet. He was weak and limp all over, every bit of him pleasantly warm as muscles are after a long massage.
As he slowly began to come back to earth, his heart calming, he wiggled his feet experimentally to test that his legs were still there. From the way everything from the lower back down seemed completely useless, he couldn't be sure. His face was somewhere against Renji's side. One eye was closed where it rested on Renji's flesh, and his head rocked with each of Renji's breaths.
Fuck, he felt like a cooked noodle.
"Ya' know?" He raised a hand, floppy and uncoordinated and deadened as though he'd slept on it weird and couldn't move it right yet due to lack of blood flow. "You are a monster," he blurted, his tongue all rubbery.
Renji picked his head up a bit to look at him, and irrationally, Ichigo felt a heavy swell of affection for him because his hair was halfway down, some of it stupidly sticking to his forehead, the rest a crazy mess, and at the moment, he doesn't think he's loved anything more than Renji and his wild hair and his bright contented eyes and his dopey sweet face and the crazy, crazy mess he's made of him. "Huh?"
"You really are," he slurred, rolling away from Renji now that he felt strong enough to do so. He flopped onto his front in Renji's bed, wiggling his hips a bit to find a soft spot where he could lay his weight down without his still sensitive penis hurting. He rubbed his head against the blankets, and fuck, maybe it's the post-orgasm haze, but even the sheets smell sexy right now, whatever cheap cologne Renji used seeping into Ichigo's lungs with each deep draught of breath.
"… I'm not guilty about that stuff anymore, Ichigo," Renji muttered somewhat uncertainly, his brow creasing as he looked to the side for the instant it took him whenever there was an ounce of lie in his words.
"No, I mean fer' keeping that from me for two years," Ichigo clarified, picking his head off the bed and sticking his floppy dead hand up again, waving it a bit. "Fahh-" he panted, "Fuck you." His arm dropped down. "You evil- you evil guy, you."
Renji looked at him for a minute, what seemed like confusion replacing his unease. Then suddenly he smirked and snorted, and not having enough breath left for a laugh, his chest merely shook as he slapped a hand around over his mouth and eyes, his grin hysterical. Looking at Ichigo again for a second, he burst back out into breathy laughter. Ichigo smiled and let his eye close, turning his face into the blankets. Renji finally sighed, and with amusement not fully eradicated from his tone, he tried to say seriously, "Get in the shower, Ichigo, you're nasty."
"You're the one who got spunk on my belly," Ichigo mumbled, not too hot on the idea of moving yet.
"Aw, get goin'," Renji muttered, nudging him onto his back with his foot and grabbing him by the upper arm to drag him up. Ichigo gave a petulant scowl, but went, urged on further when Renji gave him a final shove forward.
The hot water of the shower further relaxing his already limp muscles, Ichigo didn't know how much longer he could stand up. His legs felt so wobbly that he was surprised they'd gotten him this far. He leaned against the cool tiles of the wall for the few moments it took Renji to get to the bathroom himself and join him, which was good, because if there was something he wasn't going to do, it was collapse on the floor with Renji there to see it. If Renji had to hold him up or carry him to bed, he'd never live that shit down. Dragging him to fight Yhwach was a one time thing.
Sighing contentedly but for his trembling legs, Ichigo let his head lean forward into the hot spray, wetting his sweat-stiff hair and his pink face. His skin all felt itchy and sticky from dried sweat, and the water drilling into his tired muscles felt like heaven.
Ichigo had glanced up when Renji came into the bathroom, but let his eyes shut again in exhaustion soon after, leaning a forearm against the wall of the shower and letting the water hit the back of his neck.
Having finished brushing his hair or throwing out their dirty clothes or whatever he'd been doing, Renji stepped into the shower behind him and ran his hands around on Ichigo's back, finally settling them at his hips, his thumbs pressing in above the swell of his ass. Ichigo straightened up when Renji leaned forward against him and pressed his muscular chest against his spine, slick with water, and rested his chin on his shoulder. Ichigo let his head hang forward and watched as the water dribbled through his hair, then closed his eyes as he felt Renji giving his neck slow wet kisses.
"We gonna' fuck soon?" Ichigo asked, his voice echoing.
Renji hummed a laugh against his shoulder, letting his lips slide up to Ichigo's earlobe. "O-hoh, I didn't wear you out enough with that one?" He ran his hand around to Ichigo's front, sliding it down the flat of his stomach. "I gotta' step up my game." He prodded at his sensitive parts, causing Ichigo to startle and elbow him in the gut. Renji just snorted and was driven back for no more than a second or two before he enveloped Ichigo in his arms again and stuck his head over his shoulder to let his hair under the stream of water.
Ichigo leaned away and sputtered when Renji shook his wet head like a dog, whacking him in the face. "Pff- Wh-" he spat, wiping his eyes and grinning in spite of himself. "Not that all this messing around isn't fun." Renji grunted his acknowledgement, scrubbing at his head and then pushing his hair back. "Because it is – it really is." Ichigo raised an eyebrow as Renji glanced at him. "I'm just tryin'a' use that day planner I got from Byakuya."
Renji snorted and linked his hands in front of Ichigo's stomach, holding them together. "Do me a favor and don't talk about my boss while we're naked."
"At least I waited until we weren't in flagrante delicto."
"Don't think I'll be on board if you try anything in my office, Ichigo. Plus, if you do happen'a' mention some guy's name while we are in flagrante, there's gonna' be a serious talk afterwards."
"Ha-ha." Ichigo reached for Renji's soap and rubbed some over his arms and chest. "You don't like the idea of fucking around in your office? One night when you're working late, you can just sit back in your chair and think about how we screwed on your desk." Renji was quiet for a long time.
"What're you thinkin' about?" Ichigo asked quietly when no response was forthcoming, giving him a curious glance.
"Just that Ikkaku was right."
"What?! Are you serious?"
"Yep. 'M a bad, bad man, an' I've corrupted the young and innocent." Renji nuzzled into his neck, teasing him with a big grin. "You're completely ruined. Your only hope is to run far away." He snuggled into his shoulder a little more and did a raspberry, which made Ichigo laugh and try to shove him off, but Renji cornered him easily, hands braced on either side of him. Ichigo looked at him through wet eyelashes, enjoying the sight of him with his long red hair down and in his face and a funny smile playing on his lips. He always looked so much softer with his hair out of its tie.
"Guess 'm stuck then." Ichigo quirked a grin, pushed his wet hair back and wiped his eyes, then reached out to move the dripping strands of Renji's hair out of his face. Tucking a short piece behind his ear, he snickered at Renji's dopey expression.
"Aw, you're the best thing," he muttered, leaning in to kiss Ichigo, who sighed and closed his eyes as their lips pressed together. Renji let a wet hand rub against his cheek and then separated them, pecking him on the lips once more.
"We are gonna' do it, aren't we, Renji?" Ichigo mumbled with suspiciously narrowed eyes, not willing to let the subject drop, especially with the way Renji seemed to be avoiding a direct answer.
"I'm workin' you up to it." Renji replied, kissing at his jaw and holding him against him.
"You're workin' somethin', all right."
Ichigo let his fists rest up on Renji's shoulders, elbows trapped beneath Renji's big arms. He watched as Renji's thunderbolt neck tattoo stretched as he leaned around to kiss him on the ear. "I've waited this long – an' yeah, it's my own fault. So what?" he cut Ichigo off before he could make some snarky remark about it not being his idea to wait. "Now that I've finally gotcha', I'm gonna' damn well enjoy you every way I can," Renji rumbled, leaving a sucking kiss at the top of his throat, his thumb rubbing Ichigo's back where he had his arms wrapped around him.
"Oh yeah?"
"It's good ta' indulge." Renji separated them then, and let Ichigo slide around to share the space under the water so he could wash his hair. "You're green. I'm showin' you a good time." Glancing through his dripping bangs at Ichigo while he scrubbed his head with soap, he noted, "Besides, after doin' jack shit before, you don't wanna' do straight up anal first thing." He combed his hair back with his fingers. "I'll spook you."
Ichigo looked back over his shoulder indignantly, one eyebrow raised. "What, you, ya' big dumb animal?" Turning back with a snort, he muttered, "I think I can handle you."
"You sure about that?" Renji hummed in reply, and Ichigo startled when Renji's arms locked around his waist, pulling him back hard against him. "You drive me pretty wild," he growled in his ear, biting at it while Ichigo rather awkwardly tried to pretend he hadn't jumped out of his skin just then. "I get kinda' carried away…"
Renji ground his hips against Ichigo's bottom, giving a few mock thrusts against him – which spooked Ichigo to the point that he froze and went limp in Renji's arms. Giving a heady and lazy hum, Renji wiggled his hips against Ichigo's back, his dick wedged in the cleft of his ass. Knocked forward when Renji thrust on him again, Ichigo braced against the shower wall with his arm, his body reacting far before his excited and terror-struck brain.
Renji sealed Ichigo's back against his chest, his strong arms holding him hostage as he kept rutting against him, slow and hard, but with a little less force – maybe he'd seen that he'd startled Ichigo and didn't want to scare him too bad. He trailed kisses down Ichigo's neck, letting his hips stall, using the grip of his arms to pull Ichigo's body back hard against his. Renji slid his hand down around Ichigo's cock, still grinding against him as if demonstrating how he'd fuck him once he had his filthy way with him. They were both so exhausted from before that they were still soft, but Ichigo was breathless with surprise and excitement nonetheless. This was the closest that they'd gotten to… well, the act.
His heart pounded as Renji bit at his neck and licked from his shoulder to his ear, chewing on his earlobe. Renji's heavy breath and the sound of his voice rasping in the back of his throat, growling through his chest was so goddam hot. Finally Renji let his hands rest on Ichigo's hips and pecked him on the neck, thumbs rubbing soothingly over his quivering flesh.
"That all?" Ichigo panted, voice maybe a bit higher and more breathless than he would've liked. "What're you gonna' do, huh? You couldn't scare anyone. Big softie."
Prompted into riling him up with that deep voice he always laid on for the sole purpose of getting Ichigo hot, Renji pressed his hips tightly against Ichigo's back and whispered huskily in his ear, "I'm gonna' get inside you and pleasure you like mad." Ichigo swallowed dryly, heart racing. "You're gonna' think I'm the only man in the world." There was a smile in Renji's voice then. "You won't even be able ta' get up, you'll feel so good - I'm gonna' make you melt."
"You're pretty confident, are you?" Ichigo grumbled irritatedly, because even if that spooky-sexy voice turned him on, when Renji got cocky, it still pissed him off.
"My skills are legend," Renji replied with a raise of an eyebrow, "I'll wipe that smile off your face soon enough." Ichigo didn't point out that he wasn't smiling and went back to soaping himself up, having gotten distracted.
"Cocky bastard," he muttered under his breath.
He began washing his hair, turning his back to Renji in a snit, but was still privately smiling a bit. Truth be told, he was still unbelievably excited – if a little insecure that his childish glee and beginner's mistakes were unattractive or frustrating. The anticipation of finally doing it still got him tied in knots.
Fantasizing was always this vague blurry thing, because he didn't know much about sex, actually. Or, well, he did now, because of his frustrating two years of suffering. He'd done some internet surfing. But, it's not the same! He didn't know anything about how it'd really be, how it'll feel… to… you know, mess around in there.
Even in the privacy of his own home, in solitude, Ichigo had still felt irrationally embarrassed about venturing there. Which was stupid, because it was his own body and it wasn't like he had an audience, but all the same, whenever he'd thought about doing it, or went to try, he'd just… It's not that he'd felt dirty or wrong , but well… it was the same feeling of being a naughty little boy he'd used to get whenever he'd looked at pornography, or even so much as a naked statue. He'd get all weird.
To be honest, he'd had worries that he might get like that when he and Renji started to do stuff, but strangely, wonderfully, Ichigo always got lost in the moment when it was actually happening. He'd be too into it, too wrapped up in Renji and the feeling and the constant barrage of new to his senses, that he had no energy to be insecure, to get nervous. Ichigo hoped it'd be like that for… that too! Which was why he was excited for Renji to get a move on, because he sort of needed help. Maybe when Renji did it to him, it wouldn't be so hard.
"I'm just saying," Ichigo mumbled, leaning his head towards his shoulder, eyeing Renji, who was doing something or other behind him – combing his hair? "We can start moving forward."
"Mhm," came the echo of Renji's distracted reply.
"Like…" How could he put this without sounding completely juvenile? "What, not second base. I mean like…" Feeling embarrassed, Ichigo made some vague motions with his hands, because the words wouldn't come off his tongue for the life of him. How the hell did Grimmjow say it so easily?
Whatever, Renji knows what he means. "You know what I mean, right?" He pushed his hair back from his forehead with the flat of his hand and dunked his hair under the water to get the soap out.
"Mm."
Ichigo straightened, head popping up with a startled blink. "Hey, are you listening to me?"
"Yeah. Moving forward," Renji parroted, his voice sounding kind of odd. Ichigo glanced back at him to find that he was sort of staring, his eyes glazed over in a way that made Ichigo feel suddenly and inexplicably modest.
Renji took a step closer to him, this strange look still on his face, and Ichigo quickly turned back around, staring at his feet and trying to fight off the sudden tremble in his hands. Geez, it was just Renji, no need to get all- all-
"So what you're saying is that it's fine if I start paying attention to your ass," Renji pinpointed, which put it over the top and sent a flush to Ichigo's face. Ugh, that was something he wished he'd grow out of – getting so easily and uncontrollably embarrassed. It gave Renji way too many excuses to fuck with him.
"I never told you to ignore it!" he shouted, which wasn't exactly a good idea in the shower. The reverb quickly made him lower his voice again and growl, "God, you're so-" His breath choked off with a small 'eep' noise as Renji stood behind him, loomed there, but didn't touch him. Ichigo turned his face down and bit his lip, clenching his fists.
Renji's breath fogged into his ear for a few moments, and then thankfully, Ichigo was free to move again as Renji leaned back from him. Ichigo hurriedly grabbed the soap again and scrubbed himself, forgetting what he'd already washed and just deciding to do it again. He could clearly feel Renji's gaze crawling over him as he soaped his hair and chest and legs.
"Well okay."
Ichigo tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace, his heart pounding feverishly as he stepped under the water and rinsed the suds off.
Renji exhaled sharply – Ichigo could hear its echo despite how normally the spray of water would drown out the soft noise. Ichigo tried to focus on washing his hair out, feeling the bubbles float down the length of his back and down his legs to pool at his feet.
Nearly jumping out of his skin in an entirely ungraceful and altogether awkward move, Ichigo barely held in a shriek when he suddenly felt some tentative fingers at his lower back, then Renji's whole hand molding to his flesh and sliding down slowly, testingly, before finally cupping his backside appreciatively.
He hadn't expected… Renji's dragged things out for so long before that he hadn't thought he'd do it right now. Fuck, he's doing it now!
Swallowing, eyes flicking around in a frantic desperation, every bit of him feeling jam-packed with butterflies, Ichigo changed stances uncertainly, his bottom inadvertently flexing against Renji's palm. That seemed to be all Renji could take, because his thumb dug into his ass for a moment before his hand ripped away.
Ichigo, disappointed, made to turn around to protest and say that he hadn't been scared, keep going, they don't have to stop, they'd only just started- but then he really did jump, because Renji caved against him like snow doused with water, dropping to his knees behind him with a groan. Ichigo startled as Renji clapped both hands over his ass, frozen with an honest to god gasp as Renji squeezed and kneaded his butt, watching the soap run over it.
Not pausing, Renji let out this growl of a gasp and smacked once on the fleshy part with the flat of his palm and then gripped and shook the small bit that wasn't immovable muscle. Still surprised enough that he hadn't the sense to say anything, Ichigo held one hand to the wall to balance, eyes wide as Renji grabbed him with an interest and clear attraction that he hadn't shown even after Ichigo had turned twenty. Taking a moment to recover his fright, he swallowed and awkwardly stood under the water, feeling incredibly self-conscious as he occasionally glanced behind him to try and see what Renji was thinking of doing.
That familiar sensation of simultaneous humiliation and curiosity caused a rush of heat in Ichigo's face. Seeing Renji just staring like that, biting his lip and- Fuck, Ichigo almost couldn't look. Renji was watching the suds wash over his ass, cupping it just at the top of his thighs on each side; when the water ran clear, he licked slowly along the center, gathered the drops that had rested there, and ended by pressing a kiss to his sacrum.
Ichigo put his head in his hands for a brief moment, pulling on his bangs, and because he was a masochistic bastard as always, he peeked back over his shoulder again. Renji had leaned back slightly and was groaning rather pitifully, squeezing his buttcheeks together with an inhaled hiss through his teeth. "-!" Ichigo went to say something, but Renji then dove back in and bit him, shaking his head like a dog, growling. Ichigo's breath stayed held in tightly, cheeks puffed out and flushed dark. Renji then kneaded his asscheeks and pressed them against his face, humming happily with his eyes closed.
This was more than Ichigo could take, and he twisted as much as Renji's tight grip would allow, arms halfway up. "Yo!" he shouted, face red, "What're you doing there?!"
"You've got no business having an ass like this," Renji grunted rawly, moving back a bit and rubbing between his legs with his fingers. Ichigo took another breath to say something, but the words got lost, and he clenched his hands as Renji spread his cheeks apart and ran his fingertips over his asshole. Ichigo was forced to readjust his footing or risk slipping, thereby giving Renji better access. Ichigo thought he might make himself faint from how inflamed his face was, and just let his head hang low, hands braced on the wall. Fuck, Renji was touching him there. What would he do? Was he going to-?
Ichigo bit his lip hard and squirmed slightly, his toes curling up at Renji's touch. As excited as he was, shit, he was really nervous all of a sudden. Renji's never done anything like this to him before, touching him so boldly – it was just really setting in that they were gonna' do this. It was a lot of trust to let Renji do that. Even now, Ichigo couldn't completely fight off this feeling of embarrassment and uncertainty. Nobody's ever touched him there.
He swallowed and let out a shaky sigh as Renji rubbed the flat of his thumb over his asshole again, gripping his bottom and pulling the flesh to one side again to get a better view. Ichigo clenched his eyes shut. Did Renji have to look like that?... What was so interesting about it?
Finally, Renji exhaled wistfully, heavily, clear longing in his voice as he breathed, "Damn." Sighing contentedly, he pillowed his head on Ichigo's bum and ran a loving hand up and down his flank.
"What," Ichigo panted, trembling all over, but putting on a brave face as he glanced behind him, under his armpit, at Renji who looked like he'd figured out the meaning of life and was at absolute peace exactly where he was, his face resting comfortably against Ichigo's ass. "Is that it?" he gasped weakly, swallowing again and licking his lips.
"Soon," Renji promised, mumbling against his buttcheek, petting the other side with his hand. "Next time." Ichigo was both disappointed and monumentally relieved. Renji stood up and ducked in for a kiss. Ichigo at first denied him to be a little shit, but then let him when Renji came in front of him and took him in his arms.
"Next time," Ichigo mumbled back.
Later when they were both out of the shower and dressed again, Renji was at the counter, cutting some fruit. He was minding his own business and everything, bumbling around and letting Ichigo do his own thing, which would normally be appreciated. Today, for some reason, Ichigo couldn't help but want some attention.
Easiest way to get it was to tick Renji off, but there could be a more fun way, if Ichigo was brave enough.
One thing that bothered him was how easily Renji could get a rise out of him when he actually tried, whereas Ichigo had to work much harder to embarrass or thrill Renji in return, but maybe...
Ichigo swallowed at the thought of his secret fantasy, wondering if it would be enough to shock and scandalize Renji. Probably not, but maybe if he surprised him enough, it might work.
"Hey, how about a trade-off?" Ichigo called towards Renji's back. He had his damp hair down, a towel around his neck to keep his yukata dry. Ichigo was enjoying the sight, knowing that Renji didn't like leaving it down and would tie it back up again as soon as possible.
He crept up behind Renji, fingers itching to get a hold of what he knew was just out of sight, always teasing on the edge of his vision every fucking day, flexing and bulging and glistening with sweat, peeking just outside of Renji's collar, calling him-
"What're you talking about?" Renji hummed in reply.
"…"
"Ichigo, I dunno' what you mean." Renji looked up when he got no response. "Ichigo?" He turned, confused when Ichigo seemed to be gone.
"...!" Renji's arms popped up in surprise when Ichigo slid his own arms under Renji's and squeezed his chest, his fingers digging into his meaty pectorals and pinched at where he figured his nipples must be under his shirt. Sure enough, he felt them stand up under his thumbs.
Renji, curiously silent and tense, almost dropped his knife and slapped it onto the counter next to his avocado. "What the fuck?!" he yelped, but Ichigo wasn't ready to give up quite yet since he was behind Renji and therefore any uncertainty couldn't be seen on his face. Pressing his mouth against Renji's shoulder to avoid his gaze, he massaged Renji's chest greedily and rubbed the little peaks with his thumbnails.
Renji heaved a bit, gasping, "Hh… Haaah, the flying fuck, Ichigo, you- … Oh, that's-" Not having expected it to work so well, and almost aghast, Ichigo's fingers slowed. He hadn't exactly thought that he'd get this far, and not knowing what to do next now that he had Renji right where he wanted him, he paused in surprise, which was a mistake, because it only took that two seconds for Renji to recover, nab him by the wrists, and spin him around, pinning him against the counter.
Ichigo strategy was to refuse to admit guilt or uncertainty, instead blinking his big innocent eyes rather blandly, lips pursed – show no fear to an angry animal – and Renji glared right in his face, obviously not buying it one bit.
He tried not to smile, but he ended up snickering, to which Renji gave an exasperated huff and swatted him on the hair, then shoved him out of his space by his head. Ichigo was beaten back, but pilfered some avocado and melon and dodged another slap, moving off to gloat some ways away that he'd gotten away with touching Renji's cleavage. Success!
Renji squirmed a bit, rubbing at his chest when his nipples didn't go down right away. Ichigo, cheeks full of fruit, eyed Renji suspiciously, and then almost spat out his food when he tried smiling with a full mouth. Renji was blushing a little and doing that embarrassed thing where he rubbed at his nose and scratched his ear.
"I don't fucking understand you, brat."
Ichigo just smiled and smiled.
. . .
You give me fever when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight, fever in the mornin', a fever all through the night.