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Title:867-5309 Renji (For a Good Time Call)
Pairing: ByaRen - for this half
Rating: NC-17 (for the snowball)
Warnings: slight crack... and this one's WAY wordy..
Summary: Renji is a part-time phone sex operator. Byakuya is a high powered CEO, all alone (mostly) in a foreign country... they cross lines.
A/N: Okay, this one was a monster, and only half the night is over... but at 6K+, I needed to break the chapter... so...
Chapter 5
Kuchiki Byakuya could count on a single hand, the number of times he had been stunned speechless; where he was presented with a situation that his incisive and decisive mind utterly shut down for a moment.... where he felt his eyes widen... then his brow furrow...
Tonight, he would have to add another digit.
He was completely disarmed. At the touch of the other man, the unflappable billionaire felt what must have been simple static electricity spark between them; and he involuntarily pulled back his hand in response. Silently he chided himself for the momentary lapse in poise; and was surprised yet again when the other hand simply tightened, not letting his go.
Luckily, Abarai's cell phone began to vibrate, gifting him with the opportunity to take back the situation, and bring it under his control once again.
Arching a refined brow, the amused heir drolled, "Is that a vibrator in your pocket… or are you just happy to see me?"
He was pleased to see the artist's eyes momentarily widen in surprise, before igniting with a nice warm glow... a hearty chuckle rumbled out the tattooed throat.
"..why yes, to both, actually." Renji replied, quite happy that the game was still on, as well. "Excuse me, please." The redhead released Byakuya's hand and reached into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone. He walked a few steps away for privacy's sake, and looked at the number on the phone before flipping it open to pick up the line.
"Hey, what's up? ... what am I doing tonight?" Renji briefly glanced back at his newly found client, then took a few more steps towards the door, lowering his voice, "...uh, no plans, I guess... you got something in mind? Dinner?..."
Byakuya turned to dismiss his personal assistant quietly, "Rikichi, you may have the rest of the evening to your leisure," politely tuning out Renji's conversation, he continued, "I will be dining with Rukia and a guest this evening and do not want to be disturbed; have all business matters deferred until tomorrow."
"Hai, Kuchiki-sama," the young assistant replied, "…have a good evening." Rikichi bowed and let himself out.
Renji continued on, "…no… but I can look it up… I'm not hopeless…" he snorted, "...you don't need to send a car to come get me… anyways, I'm not at home right now…" The redhead glanced at his watch, shit… he had to get going if he was making plans for dinner… that kinda bummed him out, more than a little bit too... "Alright, I'll see you soon."
Renji flipped the phone closed, effectively ending the call. He turned to address his host, apology on his lips; only to find he was alone in the foyer. Curious, he ventured further into the lavish penthouse; his artistic eye admiring the clean lines and uncluttered spaces. He stepped down into the sunken living room, a large open space with soft leather couches and matching armchairs, a beautiful baby grand piano, and a fireplace...
He crossed the room to find his host standing behind the large black granite topped wet bar, procuring himself a cocktail; a gin and tonic, to be exact. Alert ochre-colored eyes took the opportunity, while his host was preoccupied, to observe the man carefully.
The sculptor in him picked up every nuance in the long eyelashes fluttering upon his cheek, the efficient and refined movements of his slender fingers in simply placing ice cubes into his glass, the subtle rise and fall of soft silk covering a well defined chest. The top two buttons on his dress shirt were open, and the tease of pristine skin drawn tight over the slightly protruding collar bone drew the redhead's eyes to that spot.
He wanted to run the tip of his tongue over that spot.
"Byakuya…" it was said in an exhalation of air, almost as a caress.
The heir turned to face the ruggedly handsome artist; the man had a feline's assured grace in his stride; languid and contained…
Byakuya had never thought he'd come face to face with his nighttime companion… his phone-sex operator. He had to admit, he wasn't sure he liked the idea… With anonymity came a freedom he had enjoyed immensely; he could say or do anything he wanted without repercussion or guilt for his… deviances, his kink. Nothing would reflect back onto him as Chief Executive Officer of a billion dollar multi-national corporation; of his family empire.
And yet, that little part of him that was still the headstrong young spitfire his grandfather often reminisced over when the man was still alive… well, that Byakuya definitely wanted to see where this could all lead to… hell, that Byakuya wanted to see how far all those tattoos led to... Meeting the flesh and blood man behind the rough and edgy voice definitely had not been disappointing, in that sense.
"You address me as if you know me, as if we are acquaintances…" a cool tone censured, but was not condescending or angry… perhaps just… testing the waters…
Renji smiled genially, up for the challenge called out by the other, "Aren't we?" the redhead questioned, "..haven't we shared more together these past weeks than most married people feel comfortable enough to even discuss?"
Bold... hmm.. the Kuchiki liked that.
"Until five minutes ago, you did not even know my surname…"
"…but I know who you are, perhaps I know the Byakuya behind the name, yeah?"
"Perhaps…" the brunette offered, leaving the redhead to have the last word in this instance. "…may I offer you a drink?" not minding a change in subject.
"Sure," Renji smiled more assuredly, confidence bolstered by his marginal 'win', "… you got any beer?" He got up to the bar, and perched on the open seat.
"Yes, I do…" the courteous heir leaned down to open up the small refrigerator under the bar, "but probably only Japanese brands, if you do not mind those?…" the host inquired. Receiving a confirmation that those were fine, he listed his stock, "I have Asahi Dry, a Kirin Lager… and a personal favorite, Sode no Shirayuki. The last is a microbrew made by our very own Kuchiki Industries. I would describe it as most similar to a pale ale. We utilize a special type of handpicked hops that keeps the beer itself clear colored, hence the 'white' in the namesake, while allowing the fullness of the malt to be expressed and giving the beer a nice crisp aftertaste."
Renji grinned; to him, beer was beer, as long as it didn't have some crazy fruity flavor mixed into it, he'd drink it. But he had thoroughly enjoyed listening to Byakuya extolling the virtues of his family brew… and he especially liked the way those foreign words seemed to wrap around and caress his ears as they eloquently exited the other's mouth. There was something so sensual in listening to Byakuya speaking in his native language.
Hmm… Renji couldn't help but imagine other situations where he could manage to get Byakuya speaking to him in a foreign tongue… or of having that tongue caressing his ear. The idea had him shifting on the bar stool.
"I'll have the microbrew; if you don't mind saying it for me again…" Renji couldn't help it, the brunette somehow got him to admit things he normally wouldn't under other circumstances, "…and by the way, I really like hearing you speaking in Japanese…"
Renji received an arch of a refined brow in response. The Kuchiki had to fight an upward tug to the corner of his mouth, the operator really was an 'aurally fixated' kind of guy… how… appropriate. Byakuya reached down and grabbed the green glass bottle with the white label, popped it open and walked around to the front of the bar to hand it to his guest.
"...your... Sode no Shirayuki... Renji..." the dark heir pronounced, and toasted his guest, "... watashi wa au kotowo koukai shinai."
Renji didn't understand what was being said, but he could feel the underlying sincerity within the phrase... and well, the fact that Byakuya was doing what he asked was just such... a turn on. He smiled conspiringly and clinked his bottle against the other glass.
The little clues started clicking into place in Renji's mind as he brought the beer to his mouth, tipping his head back for a nice long draught. It was true he had been thoroughly distracted when Byakuya had introduced himself to the redhead; he barely registered the man's last name, already anticipating his first name… Byakuya. …and he was Japanese… and an hotelier… there was something familiar about that... it tickled the back of his mind...
Byakuya couldn't believe what he was contemplating. Staring at those full lips as they wrapped themselves around the mouth of that bottle; observing the liquid disappearing down that long tanned throat with those eye-catching bold tattoos undulating with every swallow.
He wanted that mouth… on his.
Taking the initiative, as he often did, the Kuchiki took the few steps needed to close the gap between the two… he saw that the artist picked up on his movement and turned slightly in the chair to face him, an inquisitive look in his eye…
Normally, the slighter CEO would have to tip his head up to reach the taller man's mouth, but with the other propped on the barstool, he and Renji were just about the same height. It allowed him to easily slide right up to the redhead… and he saw the surprise light up the amber eyes as the heir closed in. Not breaking eye contact, Byakuya blindly placed his drink on the bar and within that same motion, wrapped his hand around the back of the artist's neck. His thumb came back around to the side to stroke at the black markings leading down the other's neck.
Gracefully, Byakuya leaned in… tilting his head just so… and lightly brushed his lips against the other... once... twice, the second time lingering... He felt the other man stiffen in shock, before slightly relaxing into the kiss. Byakuya was pleased to see interest growing within the alert irises; eyes that had not closed or missed a single moment... a smile upon those sensuous lips.
Renji had been caught off guard a little, with Byakuya's advance. He had gotten the impression that the brunette wasn't too sure what he wanted to do, now that he had met the operator. It was more than a little disappointing; but Renji already knew he'd do his best to convince the man otherwise... to get him to realize that the redhead would be someone he'd want to get to know better. Considering this man must be a pretty important guy (to live here after all), Renji wasn't surprised that he was unsure where to take this. So to say that he was more than thrilled with these turn of events...
Add to the fact that Renji had never kissed another man before. He thought he'd be a little more uncomfortable with it all, to have another man brush up against him like this… and quite honestly, the thought did jar him for a split second. But just feeling those soft lips against his sent a jolt of pleasure to his spine, it felt… so good. He wanted this.
The redhead placed his own beer on the bar, and wiped his hand on his jeans. "I guess you do wanna get to know me, Byakuya?" he said lowly, huskily to the brunette. They were so close together, Renji could see flecks of silver, sunbursting within titanium irises... how could a man have such pretty eyes? "... which is good, 'cuz I sure as hell didn't want this to be our first and last meeting…"
Renji leaned in to reciprocate Byakuya's gesture, moulding his lips to the other soft pair; taking pleasure in the feel of pliant flesh moving beneath his own. He tipped his head back a little and ran his tongue over Byakuya's bottom lip... he then pulled it into his mouth and sucked on it.
Byakuya registered strong lean fingers moving up the side of his neck... felt the caress of perceptive hands stroking at his nape... threading through his hair... responding as a thumb lightly rubbed circular patterns at the hinge of his jaw. Blossoming pleasure began to loosen his highly controlling nature, and uncharacteristically, unthinkingly he yielded, opening his mouth to the younger man.
Renji took the unspoken invitation, wanting to really experience this unique encounter... another man's mouth. He hadn't imagined anyone could feel this good; be this sensuous. He slid his tongue into that wonderfully alluring mouth; licking... thrusting against the other warm muscle as they found their rhythm together... and Byakuya was letting him lead, allowing him to set the pace... wrapping his own tongue around Renji's and sucking on it in ever increasing enthusiasm.
Byakuya's free arm came up to rest on Renji's shoulder and his hand delved into that wickedly red hair, playing with the spray of mane exiting the pony tail. He twirled it around his tapered fingertips... played the soft mass against the sensitive webbing between his fingers... thoroughly enjoying the feel of the soft strands against his skin; he hummed low and appreciatively.
That soft throaty sound caused a gut reaction in the redhead. His stomach churned in anticipation... desire starting to escalate.... his kiss went deeper, mouth getting a little more aggressive...
... and fuck it all if his damn cell phone didn't start fuckin' vibrating again!
Byakuya pulled back, a mixture of irritation and bemusement in his mercury colored eyes as Renji's phone pulsed between them. The redhead on the other hand, groaned in disappointment.
Shitshitshit... could he back out of dinner? No. That would be rude.
Shooting his host an apologetic glance, Renji picked up the line, already knowing who was on the other end. "Hey... " he said, voice rough… he took a second to clear his throat in order to continue talking. The redhead wasn't really paying attention to the conversation, preferring to watch as the brunette picked up his neglected drink and expanded the distance between them...
Overhead, he heard the distant and soft chime of a doorbell... and the distinct and quiet click and swish of the front door being opened... and closed.
In his ear his conversation continued, and he answered, ".. yeah, I got a little hung up, I may be running a little late..."
… and with his other ear, he swore he could hear the same response, "...no problem, Renji... I'm already up at Nii-sama's penthouse, so we'll just wait for you... I'm sure we can pass the time..."
He stood up from his chair, instinctively turning towards the front door... an eerie sense of déjà vu overcoming his senses.... "...okay, see you in a bit... can you give me the address again?"
He did hear it, in both his ears... separately... simultaneously…
"Yeah... it's a hotel called the Senbonzakura Kageyoshi.... the street address is..." and the petite brunette stepped into his view, phone up to her ear... halting her speech mid-sentence... mouth open in shock...
Renji felt like he had just stepped through the Looking Glass… you have got to be shittin' me…
A soft rumbling sound filtered into his ears... he and Rukia looked at each other, puzzled... then together, both slowly turned toward the third party in the room...
Byakuya was quietly laughing… incredulously. He could do nothing else.
It was too much. He felt overwhelmed... like he was supposed to be in on it too, this joke... but he was one step behind. Time kept moving forward, the world was still spinning on its axis... it just felt like he was about to fly right off...
Rukia Kuchiki.
It all came flooding back. Renji remembered how he felt when she told him she would be leaving. They had grown up together at the orphanage; she was his best friend... like family to him when all the others for some reason of another had left before. She was the last one... the one that had mattered the most... and they had taken her away.
He had been married. Rukia, the lost sister of his wife, abandoned as a baby to an orphanage. He, Byakuya Kuchiki, was the powerful head and heir to Kuchiki Industries, a multi-industry multi-national world conglomerate. The youngest and most dynamic Chief Executive Officer the family had had in generations of Kuchiki. Renji had recalled hearing bits and pieces of all this, in his curiosity in finding out the who's and what's and why's about where Rukia would be going to. He now remembered seeing a picture of the young heir and his wife almost a decade ago... he wouldn't have recognized this man as the same in the photo. That man had warmth in his eyes; a smile on his face... this one was older, colder.
Renji vaguely remembered hearing on the news that Byakuya's wife had died... probably five or six years ago... the only reason Renji remembered it at all, was that they had splashed her picture on the news, and the redhead recalled his momentary heartache, thinking it was Rukia instead.
...and then.. time passed again. Renji went on with his life.
Then five years and plus or minus three weeks later, Rukia walked into the bar down the block from where he lived... the same night he picked up that late phone call on his business phone.
Everyone has a past; and Renji understood better than anyone, that one should not be purely judged on that alone... and yet it just felt... bizarre... the way his seemed somehow intertwined with theirs...
Rukia was delighted to see him already at the penthouse; surprised but giddy at the coincidences that had brought them all together. Overjoyed that her brother had purchased one of Renji's pieces at his own discretion. Violet eyes appraised the delicate sculpture, admiring the skill required to render such a fine piece.
"...we really do have the same taste in art, Nii-sama..." she proclaimed happily.
She bubbled right along, praising his talent, gushing about the other pieces in his studio... encouraging her brother to see the sculptor's studio in the business district... oblivious to Renji's discomfort...
The redhead didn't know what had gotten into him... he needed time alone to think this out...
And Byakuya... he played it cool. Taking up the mantle of the head of household around Rukia, his demeanor chilled... he... distanced himself away from the two of them emotionally. It wasn't overt, and Renji could see that Rukia didn't know the difference. But the redhead had seen the other side of the aloof heir, had spoken with the liberated Byakuya on an almost nightly basis for the past two weeks. Hell, he had just been tasting that emancipation mere minutes ago... when the brunette's eyes were dark and aroused, not this muted steel gaze currently displaying itself to them both.
Dinner itself for the artist was surreal.
"..did you see Renji carve the swan from the block of ice, Nii-sama?"
"Yes... it appears that Abarai has a wonderful talent with ice..." Byakuya replied dryly. The detached heir picked up his mostly empty cocktail tumbler, and, bringing it to his mouth, shook it... making the ice ping against the crystal.
Renji choked.
"... it must be wonderful to make a living doing what you love, Renji..."
"... well, I can't say it's a self supporting endeavor at this point. I still need a side job to assure that all the bills are paid every month."
"... really?... what's the other thing you do?"
Shit. "... uh..." the redhead had been unprepared for the follow up question. He glanced at Byakuya, who had an eyebrow arched at him... "...something akin to... telemarketing...?"
"... and it pays enough to cover your bills? Don't those jobs only pay you if you can hook a client to buy what you're selling?..."
A small smirk tugged at the corners of the cynical CEO's mouth, "...well, you must be really good at what you do..."
The redhead shifted in his chair, a bit uncomfortable at the thought that Byakuya must know he did this with other clients too, not just him. It was something he wasn't interested in doing anymore either, other clients. Although in truth, the conversations with others were nowhere near as... intimate, as the ones he had with Byakuya. But it's not as if he could just come out and say it like that. Renji was in a situation he hadn't thought entirely through yet... he didn't like being put on the spot.
He smiled, the warmth not quite reaching his eyes, "... I am.."
"... you okay, Renji?" Rukia asked, as the were heading down in the elevator.
"Yeah... I guess I'm just tired... kinda been a long day, you know?"
"Yes. Well, thanks for coming to dinner; I'm glad you finally got to meet Nii-sama. I'll call you soon, okay?" she smiled at him, "... good night!"
The redhead watched her leave the elevator and walk towards her suite, one floor below the penthouse. Sighing heavily, he punched the lighted 'L' again, to bring him to the lobby.
What was he doing?
He was blowing it, is what...
A light chime alerted the controlling CEO that someone was requesting access to the penthouse. Without the electronic code, which only a select few people had and they were only allowed access between 9:00am and 6:00pm; anyone wanting access to the penthouse had to be admitted by someone already in residence there.
Byakuya happened to see a delicate sweater lying neatly on the leather couch. Rukia. He granted the access, and picked up the blue cashmere on the way to the door.
After his guests had left, Byakuya had begun making his way to his bedroom. He had pulled his dress shirt out of his pants, and had begun unbuttoning it on the way to a shower. Only a lone button remained, keeping the soft silk together as he moved across the foyer to reach the door.
He opened the door, only to find a tall redhead standing there.
Renji smiled hesitantly at him at first; however, the warm amber gaze turned almost crimson as those eyes traveled down the open shirt... halting a second at the waistline, noting the tease of pale skin beneath.
"So... where were we?..." a seductive quirk of his eyebrow inquired, the smile turning into a leer.
The CEO smirked... and how is it that he would allow this young man to get away with a cheesy pick-up line like that? Especially after the discomfiture and unease expressed by the redhead over dinner. Something had definitely changed within the man... shouldn't he inquire about it? Where was his infamous Kuchiki haughtiness and high expectations? Somehow those things just didn't seem to matter around Renji.
"Right here..." the heir murmured, grasping the redhead around the neck and dragging him back into the penthouse. Not even noticing the sweater falling unheeded onto the marble floor.
Once inside, Byakuya's other hand came up to clutch the other side of Renji's head, and the heir took no hesitation in crushing their mouths together. Ardent lips slid against one another... this time Byakuya took the initiative and traced his tongue over full lips, teasing with the tip at the corners of the redhead's mouth.
Renji lacked no inhibitions either, meeting Byakuya just as eagerly... pouring all he had into the kiss... the want... the need.
Standing together, Renji's height and breadth was quite arousing for the dominating CEO. Byakuya had never 'acquainted' himself with anyone taller or larger than himself, he was always able to pick who his companions were, limited though they were in number. He always made sure there were no doubts in who was the alpha male.
He hadn't really 'picked' Renji, per se. It threw him off a bit, to be the smaller of the two men... but the billionaire couldn't really deny, that he felt an added thrill of electricity race up his spine at the way his slender body fit in against the brawny sculptor, the way he tilted his head up to meet that ravenous mouth... the way that his arms wrapped over hard, broad shoulders... he could feel the corded muscle flex and shift beneath his sensitive fingers.
And the way, right now, he was being herded toward the living room. He was being bodily pushed around.... and oh, did he like it. Being manhandled by this… strapping young man. And it's not as if the sculptor was that much younger physically than the heir either… it's just that the CEO felt so much older… and it was kind of a boost to his ego (not that he needed one) to have this vivacious young energetic man interested in him. He was bored with the same sleek businessman that often tried to get his attention. Renji was a breath of fresh air… fresh, hot, smoking, air…
The redhead turned them around so that he was the first to move down the stairs, thereby trading heights with the brunette. Now, Byakuya was the taller of the two, Renji a few inches shorter... bringing his face to the CEO's shoulder level.
Renji's long perfect sculptors fingers reached for the remaining fabric covered button of Byakuya's shirt, quickly undoing it. With a fluidity most appropriate for his profession, he grazed his fingertips over the smooth collarbone... splaying the shirt wide, pushing it over rounded shoulders and revealing soft skin to rapidly heating eyes. He leaned down to gently mouth at the bone... softly... playfully.
Byakuya breathed in deeply, arching his chest out to meet that wonderful touch; tipping back his head to give the redhead more access and to encourage that incredible feeling. His hands, searching for purchase, found themselves wrapping around hard shoulders, bunching the soft cotton beneath, as they fisted in reflex. His shirt had fallen off his shoulders, only to get caught at his elbows.
Renji's tongue darted out to finally lick at that sensitive spot, the collarbone that had been teasing him all night. Languidly he swathed his tongue over that pristine skin, over, and over... sharp teeth coming out to nip playfully at the rapidly flushing skin.
A soft groan escaped perfect lips as that hot tongue tortured and sensitized his flesh.
Byakuya's hands slowly moved past solid shoulders, to run up Renji's neck and play at his nape and hairline. Boldly, it started to pull at the head covering, hinting at the want for its removal.
Renji's deep throaty hum excited the brunette, but not as much as the words that followed, "...you like tattoos, Byakuya?..." he whispered huskily, looking up to catch the eye of the CEO.
Glimmering claret eyes met his in provocative challenge; an excited tingle started in the pit of Byakuya's belly. "Yes..." he breathed.
Renji reached up with both hands to untie the knot at the back of his head. Slowly, he unwrapped the scarf, watching as Byakuya's eyes darkened as more skin and ink was laid bare.
Involuntarily, a slender finger moved to trace the tattoos, marveling at their intricacy; feeling for the difference between inked skin and unmarked flesh… finding none. Byakuya leaned a fraction closer and was able to taste it with his tongue. Nimble fingers then made quick work of removing the hair band. Heavy, vibrant crimson locks fell free, spilling over Byakuya's hands, framing Renji's face… Byakuya's breath caught at the sight of such soft, beautiful, vermilion hair. His hands automatically combed through the mane, scraping blunt nails upon the tender scalp.
At the stimulation, Renji almost purred in delight. The quickest way to transform him into a pile of goo, was to play with his hair… A low soft growl rumbled through his chest… now if Byakuya started… pulling… clothes would start coming off.
Quite honestly, he didn't mind that idea. Not one bit. In fact, the urge to touch more of Byakuya' s skin intensified. Sure, he hadn't done this before, but too many nights of drinking with Shuhei… with having a best friend that was way too comfortable with his sexuality… and who liked to share his exploits with an equally inebriated roommate; often resulted in too much information. Yeah, so Renji hadn't done the deed before, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to go about it.
He tipped his head up, mouth desperately seeking its partner's. Renji's tongue swept into the heir's mouth and brazenly mapped the heat within… devouring.... it was an uninhibited taking and mating of mouths.
Byakuya could only groan in response. He was like dry tinder, and Renji the flame.
Byakuya pushed forward, moving them off the stairs and into the sunken living room, Renji now having to bend down to meet his mouth. Not being able to see where he was going, the redhead's shin met the black lacquered coffee table and they both went down in a heap. Renji turned them while falling to take the brunt of the landing; the plush carpeting softening his fall. The heir managed to catch himself, arms on either side of Renji's head as he straddled the redhead's waist. His hair fell forward to curtain them in temporary darkness, Renji grabbing a fistful of silky strands to pull the CEO back down to continue their play... not wanting another interruption to interfere.
Byakuya's left hand started moving… over his shoulder, past his ribs… to rub lazy circles over Renji's abdomen, pleased to feel the muscles jumping and tightening beneath his touch. Slender fingers plucked at Renji's shirt, pulling it out of his jeans. Taking the hint, Renji sat up and helped him; reaching up and back with a one handed move to pull his shirt over his head.
Byakuya paused to watch the scarlet waterfall of hair over muscled shoulders, and was rewarded with a view of a chest full of stark black tribal tattoo work. He felt his pulse sky rocket at the open display of virility, of hard muscle and smooth skin... he groaned, harshly...
Slowly, with an almost reverential touch, slim fingers followed the markings on tanned skin. Renji wanted to remember this moment… to see that curious, innocent look in those mercury eyes as they followed the tattoos that wove together.
The tracings with one finger, doubled into two, then ten... as Byakuya brought both hands up to Renji's chest and marveled at the ink on his skin. Ten fingers pushed Renji back to the floor, a mischievous smirk gracing itself on the CEO.
The heir lowered his head and brought his tongue to the hot, tight skin. He followed the tattoos, leaving a path of wetness in his wake. Pursing his lips, he blew cool air over it... causing a gasp from the redhead. He continued with long sensuous licks, moving lower upon the chest, he found a sensitive peak and eagerly used the flat of his tongue to wash the skin. He teased it over and over, repeating the movements until he felt the sculptor writhe beneath his mouth. He played the hardened bud with blunt teeth, then finally pulled it into his mouth to suck lightly.
His other hand wandered over the expanse of smooth skin, wandering ever lower... and stopped at the waistline of black demin jeans. It played at the waistband, fingers dipping in to rub against soft skin at the inner hipbone... fingers moved toward the front, ghosting lightly over the metal buttons of his fly. Byakuya smiled as he felt the growing bulge under his palm. He added a little pressure to his caress, and was rewarded with a soft groan.
Renji was becoming rapidly undone. He reached a hand up and around to thread through silky black hair, to cup the back of Byakuya's head for encouragement as his chest pushed out against that sinfully aggressive mouth.
Deft fingers popped open his button fly jeans... immorally slowly.... each successive release relieving some of the pressure that had grown uncomfortable in the last several minutes. Renji couldn't help but sigh in pleasure as his cock was relieved of the contraints of his jeans… and then... oh god... a perfect hand stroked him through his cotton boxers... he could feel those fingers as they caressed his length, sending waves of electric pleasure up his spine. Instinctively, he rocked into that hand.
"Byakuya..." he groaned... his voice thick with desire.
He felt Byakuya move… lower… and sucked in a harsh breath as he felt a hot tongue play at the waistband of his boxers. It torturously traced the muscles of his abdomen… dipping into and around his belly button. The hand threaded through Byakuya's hair reflexively tightened.
Byakuya mouthed at the cotton covering the sculptor's sizable length… an appreciating eye taking in the extent of a fully erect Abarai Renji. The redhead did not disappoint.
Byakuya pulled down on the cotton boxers, exposing the rosy tip… and swiped his tongue across it, enjoying the soft silky texture… he heard a sharp gasp. He wrapped his lips around the head, giving it a soft suckle and was rewarded with a salty tang and a loud guttural moan.
"…oh, fuck.. Byakuya…"
The brunette looked back up at the sculptor, a sensual smirk and glimmer in his mercury eyes promising more… more…
Byakuya gave a little tug at the jeans, and Renji canted his hips up to allow the deliberate CEO to pull them off his legs. Getting caught on his boots, the brunette made quick work of removing every bit of clothing from the redhead.
When their eyes met again, Renji definitely had the impression that he'd never seen such a predatory gaze before.
Renji in all his naked glory was a sight to behold. Byakuya was hard pressed to break his gaze away from all that hair, fanned out on the golden plush carpeting, from the mesmerizing decadence of the inky black lines, from the solid muscles so elegantly draped from his large frame… from the one rigid 'muscle' at his groin begging for some attention.
He was definitely going to pay that 'muscle' lots of attention.
Wasting no time, Byakuya lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue right under the head, teasing the sensitive spot with slight back and forth movements. He swirled his tongue around the entire tip, then pulled it into his mouth for a light suckle. Slowly he moved down the hard length, taking more of it into his mouth... rubbing his tongue against the thick vein on the underside of Renji's cock. He created a delicious rhythm, hollowing his cheeks and playing his tongue along the grooves... Byakuya felt a large hand wrap its way around his neck again, combing through his raven hair. His eyes fluttered closed and he purred in bliss as long fingers gave his hair a pleasurable tug.
A harsh groan was ripped out of the redhead's throat at the absolute pleasure of having that mouth sucking him down... vibrating around him. Renji's neck arched as a particularly hard suck pulled the air out of his lungs... and was he?.. Renji practically whimpered as he felt a smooth hand cup his heavy sac and roll it in tandem with hot, wet pulls to his cock. Fuck. Losing himself in a fog of rapture, the redhead was suddenly aware of fingers probing sensitive skin right behind.... oh.... ohhh... Desperate hands tugged gently at the raven hair to warn his partner... his breathing harsh, trying to control himself and hold back... he was gonna... gonna...
His back bowing, eyes clamping shut, Renji shouted as he released deep in the brunette's mouth... he felt that mouth greedily milking him, pulling out each wave of release from him.
Feeling movement, Renji still trying to regain his breath, opened glazed eyes to see Byakuya crawling his way up his body.... a feral gleam in those platinum lenses promising... wickedness.
As Byakuya reached the hollow of Renji's neck, he inhaled deeply, nuzzling the sweaty skin there... then continued his way up the redhead's throat, bypassing the erratically beating jugular... tipping Renji's chin up with his nose and angling his mouth back… the aggressive CEO attached his own swollen lips there.
By reflex and want, Renji opened his mouth… and tasted warm liquid trickling its way onto his tongue, filling and overflowing his mouth... rolling down his cheek. He moaned... tasting -- drinking himself down; heat and salt and musk.
Byakuya hadn't swallowed, but kept the redhead's release in his mouth and was sharing it back with him... the heir's voracious tongue followed, rubbing and sliding against the other... devouring, possessing. Renji could not get enough of this man.... this moment.
At the erotic gesture, Renji's cock screamed back to life... "Fuck, Byakuya..." he growled, voice roughened with escalating sexual need… again, "…you are... an amazing... perv."
Byakuya chucked quietly, nuzzling Renji's ear. A clever tongue darted out, licking up the redhead's cheek, cleaning him off... "Mmm… you have no idea…" he teased, "… and the night has just begun, Ren-chan…" whispering seductively, pearly white teeth nipped sharply at the velvety lobe.
TBC...
"I shall not regret meeting you." - what Byakuya says to Renji in Japanese