He loves those pants.
He knows it sounds weird, but Ichigo really does love those pants.
It's not like they were anything special. They were just an ordinary pair of blue jeans.
But how he wore them- Dear God, how he wore them.
It was the sexiest thing Ichigo had ever seen. It made him want to rip them off of his boyfriend and fuck him madly. Not that he didn't already get to fuck him madly, but those pants… they were something else entirely.
Ichigo continued staring at the sweet ass that belonged to the wearer of those perfect jeans.
"Ichigo? Is there a reason that you're staring at my ass?" Renji asked, giving his boyfriend a questioning look.
"I love those pants…" Ichigo muttered softly, not taking his eyes off of them.
Renji frowned. "What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing." Ichigo stood and stretched. "C'mon, we're gonna be late. I'd really rather not see Rukia mad at us again."
Renji shuddered. "I blame you for that." He smirked at Ichigo. "You just couldn't keep your hands off of me, could you?"
Ichigo glared at the redhead, remembering that those very pants were what started that.. "Hey, don't you remember who came out on top with that?"
"Yeah," Renji snorted with amusement in his voice, "But, if I remember correctly, you were the one who was coming down on my-"
Ichigo cut him off with a smack to the back of his head. "SH-SHADDUP!" Renji laughed, slipping an arm around his lovers waist. Ichigo frowned, but did the same, silently slipping a hand into the back pocket of the perfect pants.
God, he loved those pants.