"Please..." Ichigo kept pulling on Renji's kimono, trying to pull the redhead to be with him on the bed. "You heard him. He said yes." The orange-haired teen looked over at his lover, and saw that he was otherwise engaged in a silent discussion with the redhead's taichou, a soft moan leaving his own mouth as he watched the two of them.
Renji groaned, his body relenting to Ichigo as he moved back on the bed more. "Ichigo..." Renji's head fell forward, kissing the side of his neck as Ichigo tossed his head back, arms circling around his back. "Are...are you sure...?" His lips pressed against the hollow of his clavicle, sending shivers racing through Ichigo's body.
"I want you to touch me," Ichigo groaned, his nails dragging down the soft fabric of his black kimono, as Renji's tongue began to lap at the small indentation at the base of his neck. "Now...who's...the cock tease...?"
The redhead lifted his head and spoke softly into his ear, "Who's the one that left without a proper goodbye last time...?" His tongue darted along the shell of Ichigo's ear, making the substitute shinigami groan low, the simple action making his arousal throb painfully in his own hakama.
"That wasn't...my fault..." Ichigo wrapped his legs around Renji's body. Once he felt he had a secure enough grasp on his body, he rolled the two of them, forcing the older shinigami to be the one on his back. Reaching up, Ichigo pulled the white scarf off of Renji's forehead, pushing it under the pillows rather than putting it on the floor. Once the article removed, he got rid of the black hair tie that was keeping Renji's hair up, the red locks falling down from their position to frame the fukutaichou's face. "There," Ichigo ran his fingers through the long, crimson locks, watching as his fingers eased through the strands carefully. "Much better."
The fukutaichou moaned, closing his eyes. "Only you...and Byakuya...get to see my hair down..." With a gentle roll of his hips, Renji pushed his arousal against Ichigo's, the substitute shinigami meeting him with his own roll. "Mmm...I'm glad I came back..."
"Me too," Ichigo said, rocking gently, his arousal seeking more attention from the redhead's warm body. His body reacted to the soft moans that Byakuya was drawing out from his lover, making him move a bit faster to fulfill his growing lust for the redhead beneath him. He watched Renji's face, watched the skin tightening around his closed eyes as they both began to rock together, their arousals rubbing against each other in just the right manner.
Gripping onto Ichigo's torso, Renji began to move at a faster pace, unrelenting as they rocked against one another. "P-Pants..."
"Right..." Ichigo moved himself off of Renji's body, standing up on the floor. He watched as the redhead began to untie his hakama. His own hakama slipped off his pelvis, falling to the floor, puddling around his feet. He turned around and saw a sight that made him stop in his tracks, all normal thought leaving his mind.
On the floor were both Urahara and Byakuya, Urahara on his hands and knees, his legs spread apart. Byakuya was behind him, spreading his cheeks apart, licking at the pale blonde's entrance slowly. The moans that were flying out of Urahara's mouth made Ichigo's toes curl, digging them into the soft folds of his own discarded hakama. His auburn eyes met Byakuya's storm-grey eyes as the taichou's lips attached themselves to Urahara's entrance. Ichigo moaned low, unable to break off their eye contact as the taichou began to suck gently on Urahara, no doubt pushing his tongue deep inside of his lover's body. He stared at Urahara's waist, noticing his pale flesh becoming flush as Byakuya's nails dug into his skin, holding onto him so he couldn't move his body. Ichigo let out a loud moan as he was suddenly surrounded by a wet heat, drawing his attention back to the redhead he had been toying with only moments before. Looking down, he saw that Renji's mouth was wrapped around his arousal, their eyes locking on to each other.
Reaching down, Ichigo pushed his hands into the soft waves of hair, gripping the follicles tightly as he pushed himself forward. Moaning, he tugged on Renji's hair, keeping their eyes connected. "Don't...make me...come..." Ichigo begged quietly, moaning softly as he felt the gentle suction begin to subside with a small nod of the redhead's head. Moaning, he leaned his head back, enjoying the gentle motions of Renji's tongue massaging his arousal. So different from Kisuke's mouth. Both are good in their own ways. The sounds of Byakuya's mouth working on his lover, and the sounds of Urahara moaning louder, begging the taichou to do more things to his body before he exploded were pushing the substitute shinigami into a lust-induced haze. He let out a soft whine as Renji's mouth stopped, the gentle throbbing in his arousal slowly dissipating.
"You said...to not make you come..." Renji groaned as the sounds from their lovers began to change, as Urahara's moans increased in pitch. "Ichigo...I need you..." Renji groaned, pulling the substitute shinigami to him, forcing Ichigo to bend his head to meet his lips in a soft kiss.
Ichigo moaned low, struggling to take off his kimono as he sat back down on the bed. Making a split decision, he laid down on his back and took Renji's hand, placing the man's long fingers against his lips as he licked his left index finger slowly. He met Renji's eyes, the redhead groaning softly as Ichigo pulled his index finger into his mouth, his lips surrounding him as Renji had just done to his own arousal.
His finger fell out of Ichigo's mouth as Renji placed an arm beneath Ichigo's shoulders, turning the orange-haired teen to be on his side, facing him. Lifting his right leg to place onto Renji's left hip, Ichigo felt his body begin to tighten as he felt the redhead's finger approaching his entrance. Trying to let the sake that was still coursing through his body do its work, Ichigo took a deep breath. The tip of Renji's index finger pushed against his entrance, the wet pad of his finger tracing small circles around the velvet soft skin of his entrance.
"T-Tease..." Ichigo groaned, trying not to push against Renji's finger. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan.
"Breathe," Renji whispered into his ear, keeping his finger pressed just barely against Ichigo's entrance. Shivering at the intensity of his whisper, Ichigo took a deep breath. As soon as the air rushed into his lungs, it left almost immediately with a loud moan, as Renji's finger finally pushed past the tight ring of his entrance. Being in control of his own body, rather than having Shiro invade his psyche, Ichigo found he was able to relax more than Shiro had probably allowed him to the last time they had done this together. He knew he had told Urahara that he didn't want to have anyone else take him, but curiosity was winning over, and he really wanted to feel something different. He knew that he technically had already been with the redhead, so it shouldn't matter. Looking over at his lover, he saw that he was engaged in a very pleasant position with the taichou, a look of satisfaction on Byakuya's face as the man pushed himself into Urahara's body. Without him noticing, Renji slipped a second finger into him, the gentle stretching motion forced the substitute shinigami to lift his leg higher up on the redhead's body. "That's it, Ichigo..." Renji's warm breath caressed his ear, sending more shivers through his body.
Closing his eyes, Ichigo lifted his left arm and gripped the redhead's forearm, his fingers stroking the raised flesh of Renji's tattoos. "No...more..." He groaned, rocking his body to push Renji's fingers deeper into his body.
"You ready...?" Renji's teeth tugged on his earlobe, making Ichigo moan low at the simple action. "Because I could keep teasing you...Even though I'm aching to feel my cock buried deep inside of you."
Another low moan was released from Ichigo's mouth as the redhead's words made his own arousal throb painfully. "Y-Yes...I should be good." Ichigo murmured softly as he felt the spread fingers leave his body. "What...what about you..?" Ichigo looked at the redhead's arousal, tempted to return the favor of the earlier fellatio on him.
"Got it covered," Renji grinned, reaching below the bed. He pulled up a small bottle of lube, which Byakuya must have kept there, as it was too convenient for it to just show up. Ichigo sighed with relief when he saw the bottle. Sitting up, he took it from Renji and popped the cap open. He looked into Renji's eyes, waiting for the confirmation from the redhead before moving forward. When Renji gave a small nod of his head, Ichigo tipped the bottle, a small amount of liquid dribbling out of the small opening, falling onto the crown of Renji's arousal. A hiss came from Renji, as the cool liquid settled on his skin. Pouring just a little bit more from the bottle, Ichigo watched as a small trail began to slip down the fukutaichou's arousal. "You gonna touch it, tease?" Renji groaned, moving his body forward.
Wrapping his hand around him, Ichigo began to stroke him slowly, rubbing the lube all over his arousal. "You mean...like this?" Ichigo's voice was quiet, looking into the redhead's eyes. "Is this what you want?"
"I told you...I want to be inside of you," Renji moaned low, thrusting upwards, making Ichigo move his hand more. "So...coat me, and let me stick it in..."
The orange-haired teen let out a low groan, releasing his hold on the redhead's arousal. "Do it..." He closed his eyes, happy to still be in control, even though he still felt a little buzzed from the earlier encounter with sake.
"You sure you don't want me to take over?" Shut up, Shiro. I've got this. I'm fine. Thanks for the suggestion, though. "You know once you cross this line, it's going to change, right?" What? Why are you telling me this now? What do you mean, it's going to change? "Nothing, King. If you want to let the beef of a man take you, then that's all fine and dandy. Just remember that when you're with Kisuke again, you better tell him the truth." Truth? What do you mean? "You better not lie to him and say that I took over. In fact, you should keep your eyes open, so your lover can stare at you and see that your eyes are normal." Fuck off, Shiro. He doesn't care. If you were paying any sort of attention, you'd hear that Byakuya is drawing noises out of him that I could never. And what the fuck. Go away. I've got things under control. Don't I fucking deserve a break? After everything that I've been through? I just want to feel something different than what I'm feeling right now. So, go away. "Fine, Your Majesty."
When the silence continued inside of his mind for more than two minutes, Ichigo opened his eyes and looked up at Renji. "What are you waiting for...?"
"That." Renji said, pushing the tip of his arousal into him. Ichigo grabbed onto his shoulder, a choked out moan releasing from his throat as Renji pushed himself further and further into him.
Turning his head, he met Urahara's grey eyes, and saw a look he had not expected to see. As Renji kept pushing himself further and further into him, the substitute shinigami tried to not moan in pain at the girthiness of the man. Ichigo stared at Urahara, who was moaning softly as Byakuya stroked his arousal. But he could hear the subtle difference in his lover's moan. "Told you he wasn't going to like it. Let me take over, Ichigo." You were right. Shit. Shit. Shit. His eyes instantly shifted, black and yellow appearing where white and auburn once were. As soon as Ichigo let Shiro take over, he heard Urahara's moan return to a normal moan, the sound music to both of their ears.
Urahara groaned as Byakuya kept pushing against his sweet spot, the tightness of the taichou's grip on his waist a welcome relief after seeing something he thought he had imagined. But one more look at Ichigo's eyes, as he saw the redhead begin to move the lower half of his body, he saw the welcome sight of Shiro. He only hoped that he was the only one who saw eyes met for a brief instant, sending the wave of jealousy that had threatened to take over immediately disappear. He felt his heart lighten as Ichigo closed his eyes, removing the presence of Shiro from the others.
"H-Harder..." Urahara pushed back against Byakuya, instigating the man to move more. The calm taichou began to thrust harder into his body, the tip of his arousal pressing against Urahara's sweet spot with renewed vigor. Urahara moaned low as he heard Ichigo's voice, the sound normal, not garbled as he normally sounded when Shiro was in control. He just had to hope that it was still the Hollow. I'm a hypocrite. I'm loving what this man is doing to me. How can I be upset if it is Ichigo who is in control of his body? We should have had our talk first. Groaning, he reached down and began to touch himself, wanting to find the release he had been chasing away all evening, as he didn't want the moment to end with Byakuya.
Pulling up on Urahara's waist, Byakuya made him stand on his knees as he thrusted deeper into him. "Watch our lovers, Kisuke..." Byakuya groaned into his ear. "Watch how they're both feeling good because of each other..."
The pale blonde bit his lower lip, groaning as he watched Renji's body move in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He watched Ichigo, his expressions changing on his face almost every five seconds - bliss, pain, lust, and contentment. Urahara could feel his arousal begin to throb as Byakuya's words washed over him. "What...what about you...?" Urahara groaned, leaning his head back against Byakuya's shoulder. "Am...Am I making you feel good...?" He was trying to block the waves of jealousy returning, wanting to only feel the man that was making him feel good.
"Always," Byakuya turned his head, his lips barely touching Urahara's, as he bucked ruthlessly, pushing further into the ex-taichou's body. Urahara extended the tip of his tongue out, tangling it with the tip of Byakuya's, moaning as they kissed each other more. He heard Ichigo scream Renji's name, followed by the redhead's yell of his lover's name. Both he and Byakuya groaned low, their bodies moving at a remarkable rate. Urahara turned his head, breaking their erratic kiss, moaning loud as he finally released into Byakuya's hand. He heard the taichou grunt low as he released inside of him, the rush of his release filling Urahara's inner walls.
Placing his hands out, Urahara collapsed on the ground, his wrists supporting his weight. He felt Byakuya's soft lips skim across his shoulder as he gently pulled out of him. Both let out a soft grunt, Urahara's body collapsing even more now that his other support was gone. Before he fell to the floor, Byakuya's arms wrapped around him and gently lifted him up.
"What...what are you doing?" Urahara asked, his lack of strength making it impossible to fight against being carried in his arms.
Byakuya spoke quietly into his ear. "I'm taking you to the bed, so you can rest with your lover. Renji and I will retire to a guest room. Do you want us to be back here when you wake up?"
"I..." Urahara was at a loss for words. He saw that Ichigo was already laying on his side, his breathing steady as it seemed the redhead had made him fall asleep. The ex-taichou gave a nod of his head. "Are you sure? We shouldn't be taking up your bed, Byakuya."
The noble set him down on his bed, allowing the ex-taichou to settle himself. "Nonsense. You are a guest of mine. I have no problem with you sleeping here. Now, we'll be back soon. It seems as if Abarai has worn out your lover." Byakuya and Renji shared a smirk, making the ex-taichou blush. "If you feel like joining the two of us, allowing him to sleep, we'll be just next door. Forgive us if we're too loud."
"Kuchiki-san..." Renji automatically reverted to his lover's honorific, his cheeks the same bright shade of red as his hair.
Laughing quietly, Urahara nodded his head. "I understand. It seems as if Abarai was privy to that at my establishment, so it's only fair that the noises are reciprocated." He winked at the redhead, causing Renji to blush even more. He watched the two leave the room, Byakuya pulling the sliding door closed. Relaxing back against his pillow, Urahara sighed softly.
"What is it."
Urahara turned and looked at the supposed sleeping orange-haired teen. "You are a terrible faker, Kurosaki-san."
"Guh...why my last name, old man?" Ichigo turned over, his eyes now their normal auburn color. "Are you trying to get under my skin?"
Smirking, Urahara shook his head. "Of course not, Ichigo. But I thought you were asleep."
"I was, but then I felt the bed shift, so I was hoping it was going to be you laying next to me." Ichigo moved forward, placing his head against Urahara's chest. "Did you have a nice time with Byakuya?"
He wrapped his arm around Ichigo, pulling him closer to his body. "Of course, Ichigo." Urahara didn't feel like asking Ichigo about his time with Renji, as he was still feeling the itch of jealousy in the back of his mind.
"I'm sorry," Ichigo spoke softly, pressing his face against Urahara's chest.
"What? Why?" Urahara asked, placing his hand underneath his lover's chin, lifting it up. "Why are you sorry, Ichigo?"
Taking a deep breath, Ichigo kept his eyes on Urahara. "I know you saw me, Kisuke. I know we talked about having no one else take me. That was my decision, remember? Not yours, not ours, but mine. I'm sorry if I upset you by deciding I wanted to try something a little different this evening."
"If that is the case, then why did I see Shiro? Or did I just imagine him, Ichigo?" Urahara said, his heart tightening.
The substitute shinigami closed his eyes. "No, you saw him. He tried to tell me not to do it, Kisuke."
Urahara's eyes widened at that admission. "Now that is unusual." He pulled back, looking at his lover's face. "Why would he do that?"
"Because he knows that you don't like sharing me. He made it very clear that what I was doing was wrong, and that I shouldn't be that way towards you." Ichigo's voice wavered on the last word. "I don't know why, but I really wanted to feel something different. Hearing Byakuya make you react that way, watching him touch you in that intimate way...I don't know, Kisuke. And then, Renji had to go and remind me of the last time we had all been together, how we weren't able to actually say goodbye to each other." He sighed. "I knew that there was something off when he arrived in Karakura, but I just chalked it up to everything that was happening. We all had an agreement, right? To only do things here? Or am I just crazy?" Ichigo asked, looking up at Urahara.
The ex-taichou shook his head. "Ichigo, you're not crazy. But, you are correct. Those are the boundaries we set. I did tell him he was more than welcome to join, but knew that he couldn't touch. Byakuya's strict orders."
"This is all so weird," Ichigo shook his head.
"Why did he appear, Ichigo?"
The substitute shinigami sighed. "Because he wanted to be nice. I know, I don't understand it myself."
"Was he in control the entire time?"
Ichigo lowered his head. "No."
"It's alright, Ichigo. You're allowed to want to do things with them. You're right. You're the one that made that choice, not me." Urahara pulled Ichigo into a tight hug. "But I'm not afraid to admit that I did get jealous. And please, pass along to Shiro that I appreciate the gesture. I'm surprised that he would act that way."
"I know, me too." Ichigo said, hugging him back just as tightly. "I blame the sake, Kisuke. I normally love hearing Byakuya do things to your body. But tonight? Tonight...it felt different."
Urahara looked into his eyes. "Is it because you were a bit miffed with me before we left to go to Seireitei?"
"Maybe?" Ichigo said. "Look, I don't want to talk about that here. Is that okay? Can we save that for later?"
"Of course," Urahara nodded his head. He blushed as a particularly loud moan from Renji made its way through the walls. He looked down and saw that Ichigo had a faint blush on his cheeks. "What is it?" Urahara asked, kissing the top of his head.
"Nothing," Ichigo tried to block out the loud moans that seemed to be increasing in pitch. "I..."
Urahara chuckled, pulling the substitute shinigami up on his lap. "I think you're not being honest with yourself, Ichigo. I can clearly see that the noises Abarai is making are turning you on." He looked down at the growing arousal. Pulling on Ichigo's backside, he pulled him up closer to him, his backside now resting on his chest. Flicking his tongue, Urahara licked the tip of Ichigo's arousal, his heart racing as he tasted the sweetness that only came from Ichigo secreting from the small hole at the tip of the crown. Groaning, Urahara quickly placed his lips completely around his lover's arousal, swallowing him down his throat. Ichigo gripped the sturdy headboard, pushing himself against his tongue as Urahara began to suck on him faster. They both moaned low as they heard Byakuya begin to shout with Renji, their moans echoing through the quiet courtyard, and through the thin walls. Ichigo began to moan loud, bucking his hips as Urahara sucked on him faster, lowering his body to accommodate the position Ichigo was staying in, freeing up the substitute shinigami to pump faster into his mouth. Relaxing his jaw, Urahara swallowed him down his throat, moaning as he felt Ichigo begin to throb against his tongue.
"KISUKE!" Ichigo shouted as he came, the warm liquid traveling down Urahara's throat as he sucked on him, his tongue rubbing against him gently. Groaning, Urahara kept the suction going until he began to feel him grow flaccid between his lips. Then, he began to lick his lover clean, letting him fall gently out of his mouth.
Pulling him off of the headboard, Urahara cradled Ichigo in his arms. The substitute shinigami was panting hard, his body completely spent once more. "Rest, Ichigo." Urahara murmured softly into his ear, holding him close to his body.
"What...about...you...?" Ichigo panted, clinging to his lover's body.
He kissed the side of his face, licking his lips clean of any leftover fluid that might still be there. "I'm fine, Ichigo. Just get some rest."
"We still need to talk..." Ichigo said, yawning. "Kisuke?"
"Yes?" Urahara began to rub Ichigo's lower back, making small circles with his hand.
"I'm sorry again," Ichigo nuzzled his chest, kissing the middle of his sternum. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Feeling his heart clench at the sincere apology, Urahara just kept his arms wrapped tightly around his lover. "If I had a dime for everytime I said that to you, Ichigo, I'd be a rich man. This doesn't matter. I promise."
But the words fell on deaf ears, as Ichigo was already snoring soundly. Urahara closed his eyes, and did his best to ignore the moans that were continuing to cross through the wall. Turning over with his lover still secure in his arms, Urahara fell asleep, his mind quiet for a brief moment.
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A/N: Up next, some talking and some possible training. ^_^ Thanks fo reading!