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Pale, callused fingers tapped at the black leather of the steering wheel as Shiro turned his car into the parking lot. The sleek, dark Audi R8 came to a stop in the empty spot and Shirosaki's golden eyes trailed to the male occupying his passenger seat.
Ichigo looked so utterly lost and miserable with his head down and hands clasped together in his lap. Shaggy, orange bangs covered his eyes, making it hard to guess what emotions were playing across his face.
Shiro pursed his lips as he shifted his car into park and cut off the engine. He sighed when Ichigo still didn't seem to be aware that they'd arrived—too distracted by his thoughts.
Biting his bottom lip, Shiro looked down at the other's hands, his own thoughts starting to take over. He wanted to reach out and comfort the lad, but he wasn't sure if it would be a good idea…
Fuck it.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind for this little moment, Shirosaki reached out and let his fingers gently brush the back of Ichigo's hand.
That seemed to snap the dandelion out of his trance and he looked up through soft bangs to watch Shiro. Ichigo's gaze was soft yet calculating—as if he was trying to figure the other out—which made Shirosaki unconsciously snatch his hand away and furrow his brows.
He didn't like the look he was getting—as if he was a rubix cube that needed solving.
"What?" He practically snapped.
Ichigo just grinned at him and then opened the door to step out. Shirosaki huffed before following suit, wondering, not for the first time, if it was such a great idea for him to be taking his best friend's lover to a bar when he himself had the intense urge to bend the man over the nearest surface and take him in the most delicious ways.
Shirosaki shook his head and nearly growled at himself for thinking that way. He unintentionally slammed the door of his car shut and immediately cringed at the loud BANG that resonated in the silent parking lot. Mentally kicking himself, Shiro shoved his keys in his pocket before scurrying over to the entrance.
"So what kind of place is this?" Ichigo asked once they stepped inside.
It seemed much too classy to be just a regular bar. The main seating area was littered with large couches which had cushions that looked like they were made of the finest silk. Ichigo thought that if he sat in it, he might sink right into the plush fabric and be completely enveloped in its comfortable embrace. The main source of light came from a large aquarium that was built into the wall and stretched all across the circular room. The bar, which lay to his right, was also lit but it had a dim, yellow glow which felt relaxing. All the way in the back were private booths. They weren't completely secluded, but the wall that ran in front of them gave it a sense of isolation and privacy. There was also soft rock playing from the speakers in the ceiling and it drowned out the buzz of the other people lounging around. It wasn't too loud; it was enough to make Ichigo's body hum pleasantly.
"It's a Hookah bar—figured ya might wanna c'mere an' relax 'stead of goin' to a regular ol' bar." Shirosaki said with a wide grin. "If you don't wanna stay, I can take ya somewhere else."
Ichigo's brows went up and a thoughtful expression passed across his face before turning to Shirosaki with a little smirk.
"Nah, it's fine, just never been to a Hookah bar before. Seems pretty relaxing."
Shirosaki nodded and then dragged Ichigo towards the bar, not bothering to wait for their host to arrive and seat them.
The bartender currently on duty had just finished serving a woman with long golden hair before looking up. He instantly recognized Shirosaki and waved him over.
"Hey, creep! Haven't seen you for a while!"
Shirosaki snickered and flipped him off before turning to Ichigo and bringing him forward.
"Brought a friend with me this time~"
Ichigo leaned forward to get better look of the bartender and then deep, chocolate brown eyes lit up in recognition when he caught sight of a familiar tattooed face. The dark-haired man also seemed to recognize him, because dark eyes widened and a large smile spread across his lips, deforming the '69' tattooed on his cheek as well as the three thin scars running down the right side of his face.
"Ichigo! Is that you!? Holy shit, man!"
Shirosaki narrowed his eyes in both confusion and slight jealousy when the man ran over and reached across the bar to bring Ichigo forward so he could hug him. The dandelion didn't seem to mind even when the bar's edge dug into his abdomen uncomfortably.
"Shuuhei! It's so good to see you!" Ichigo laughed and patted the man's back before they released each other. "It's been a while."
Said man chuckled and nodded before giving Shiro's shoulder a warm pat so that he didn't feel like he'd been forgotten.
"Yup! I figured I might eventually catch you in here. Shirosaki's always coming around, and I know he's rooming with Renji. Figured they'd bring ya here sooner or later."
Ichigo winced slightly at the mention of Renji and scratched the back of his head before answering.
"Yeah, actually, I just met Shiro the other day. We came here to relax for a bit before heading back to their place."
Shuuhei raised a brow curiously at the answer, but he didn't press the subject.
"Well it's a little crowded on the floor right now, but you guys are more than welcome to the booths in the back. I'll have Ran set you guys up with drinks and a Hookah once she gets back."
Shiro nodded and was about to head towards the back, but he paused when he realized that Shuuhei was gesturing for Ichigo to lean a little closer. The dandelion didn't hesitate in doing so. Ichigo blinked and then frowned at whatever Shuuhei whispered in his ear and then a sad look crossed his face.
"Is that why you guys broke up…?" Ichigo whispered back and Shiro was just barely able to catch it.
Shuuhei gave him a long look before speaking again.
"You know… he never actually loved me." Ichigo's eyes snapped up to see the other's sad smile.
"But…"
Shuuhei shook his head and lightly gripped Ichigo's forearms so that he could rub soothing circles on Ichigo's skin with his thumbs, unaware of the bandages covering his wrists because the suit's sleeves covered them.
"It was obvious his heart already belonged to someone else…"
Ichigo's eyes widened but then he quickly closed them to help stop the frustrated tears from bubbling up. Shuuhei gave a small, lopsided smile filled with sympathy before lifting one of Ichigo's hands so he could gently place an apologetic kiss across his knuckles.
"Just thought you should know… Sorry if I upset you, Ichi… Go on and head to the back, I'll make sure you get everything you need."
Ichigo nodded slowly and returned Shuuhei's small smile before joining Shirosaki, who was busy giving Shuuhei an exasperated glare. The bartender saw it but just shrugged and grinned at him.
Stupid jerk… From what he could hear, the topic probably had something to do with Renji, and that was a pretty tender subject right now—not that Shuuhei would know… But still!
If Shiro had to guess, he'd say that Shuuhei probably dated Renji back in High School and Shiro already knew that Renji was crushing on Ichigo pretty much his whole life, so it's possible Shuuhei broke up with the redhead after figuring that out.
Dumb red-haired baboon…
However, looking at Ichigo, Shirosaki could definitely see why Renji had feelings for him. The man was sexy as hell, especially in that suit. Plus, he was so full of life and had a temper that kept Shiro on his toes. He wondered if Ichigo would use that same spark in—
Shaking his head of the thoughts that were starting to reappear, Shiro quickly herded Ichigo towards the back.
The booths each had a circular table and the benches were built in a large U-shape. Between each booth was another wall, which was lined with paintings of landscapes and propped against the walls were small dimly lit lamps. Ichigo crawled onto the red leather material of the bench near the end of the hall and settled down before releasing a long sigh.
"You okay? Did Shuuhei say somethin' to upset you?" Shirosaki questioned as he slid in beside the dandelion.
Ichigo tilted his head and stared at Shiro for a long while before a grin spread across his face, making the paler of the two narrow his eyes. Shiro readied himself for what the dandelion would possibly say next.
"I think you already know the answer to that."
At that, Shirosaki let a large smirk split his face and lounged back against the cushions comfortably.
"Oh yeah? Wuh makes ya think tha'?"
Ichigo shook his head and copied Shiro's smirk as a sharp look lit up his gaze.
"You are a very complex person…"
Shirosaki hummed and crossed his arms as he let his gaze slowly roam Ichigo's form.
"Tha's not the first time someone's said tha'… And yet no one seems ta understand me. I'm all alone in this vast world!" Shiro sighed dramatically while raising his arms to cross behind his head, looking as if he had no worries in the world. His lips dropped into a frown when he heard Ichigo laugh.
"Perhaps… Well, I might not be able to figure you out completely… But I can already tell that you're a very observant person."
Shirosaki slowly peeked his eyes open so he could lock gazes with him and stayed silent, which encouraged Ichigo to continue speaking.
Said dandelion shifted nervously for a second, not quite sure if he should continue, but then shrugged and began speaking anyway.
"Well… For starters, the first time you laid eyes on me, you could already tell that I was hiding marks with that turtleneck." Ichigo sniffed and smirked when he saw Shiro's eyes shift away and the man lowered his arms—almost as if he was becoming uncomfortable with Ichigo's deductions. Shiro must not like it when people try to understand him. "Then you were able to diffuse Renji's anger like you were just blowing out a candle."
Shirosaki scratched the back of his head and shrugged.
"Well, he was gettin' a lil' rowdy so I thought I'd step in."
Ichigo didn't reply as he continued counting off the mysteries surrounding Shiro.
"And then today, in Grimm's office, you looked like you already knew everything. As if you could read my mind as well as everyone else's around you. You're just—"
To Shiro's relief, someone came skipping down the hall and nearly pounced at their table.
"Helloooooo~!"
Ichigo's jaw snapped shut and he withdrew a little while Shirosaki did the exact opposite.
"Heya, Ran!"
The woman had hip-length, strawberry blonde hair that fell in luscious waves down her back, a pretty face with luscious, red lips, and a large pair of breasts.
And he meant large—as in—it's surprising she didn't smack herself in the face with every step she took.
"Here's your Hookah, boys." She said with a smile as she placed a large contraption onto the table. "I already went ahead and put the milk in, 'cause I know that's how you like it, Shiro, and I started you off with the mint coal. If you want a different flavor just let me know." She winked at Shiro, and the man smirked back up at her.
"You know me all too well, love."
She giggled at the pet name before turning to Ichigo, who had remained silent since she came.
"Hi, sweetie. My name's Rangiku. What would you like to drink?"
Ichigo blushed slightly at the attention before clearing his throat and straightening himself.
"Uhm. Yes. I'd like a Long Island Tea please."
"No problem, hun. And lemme guess—Rum and a coke for you, Shiro?"
Shirosaki nodded and leaned forward on the table, letting his chin rest in his hands.
"That's correct! But also~" He stopped himself and motioned for her to come closer so he could whisper in her ear.
Ichigo leaned in to try and hear what was being said, but he didn't catch it in time before she pulled away with a little giggle.
"Sure thing! I'll be back in a moment with your stuff~" With that Rangiku turned and pranced away. Her magnificent breasts bouncing with each step.
Shirosaki turned his head and saw Ichigo staring at the hookah with a confused frown, making him snicker.
"Here. I'll take the first puff, then I'll pass it—ya don't mind usin' the same mouth-piece, do you?"
Ichigo shrugged and shook his head.
Shirosaki nodded before reaching for the hose. He breathed in the minty vapors, watching the liquid inside bubble and steam as he sucked. He held the smoke in as he passed the piece to Ichigo. Shiro leaned back into the cushions and waited until Ichigo's eyes were locked with his before slowly releasing the smoke-like vapors from between his lips, letting it curl up and caress his face. A devilish smile spread across his lips at the smoldering look he received from Ichigo.
"Ya gonna try it, Dandelion?"
Ichigo scowled at the name, but otherwise ignored it in favor of raising the hose to his lips.
He'd never smoked anything before, but he knew that Hookah was more water vapor than anything, so he was willing to give it a try.
Shirosaki watched as Ichigo took his first inhale of the hookah. The man brought the hose down and held his breath for a few second before quickly blowing out. He looked up with slight surprise written over his face.
"I thought that it would—" He paused and blinked in shock when vapors still escaped his mouth when he spoke.
Shirosaki burst into laughter at the look on his face. Ichigo quickly exhaled as much as he could without passing out just to make sure it was all gone before he looked up. Shiro was still chuckling and he couldn't help but join in from the contagious sound.
"Don't worry. Happened ta me the first time too."
Ichigo's laughter died down to a soft giggle before he leaned back against the cushions, hose still in his hand.
Both men stayed in a comfortable silence as they laid back and listened to the music, passing the hose back and forth until Ichigo felt he'd had enough.
The orangette's half-lidded eyes stared forward for a few minutes, taking in the intricate art painted across the wall. Then he heard Shirosaki shift and looked over to see him resting back against the cushions; his head tilted back, mouth slightly open and letting out the vapors he'd just inhaled in a slow, steady stream. Ichigo blushed at the sight—kind of glad that those piercing golden eyes weren't on him at the moment.
The man had looked like a demon—no more like a succubus, with this sinister smirk and playful gaze.
Ichigo fidgeted, trying to think of what to say, but he was saved when Rangiku came and handed them their drinks. She dusted off what was left of the mint coal before placing a new one. It was pinkish in color and, judging by Shiro's all-knowing grin, Ichigo already knew he wouldn't like the flavor of it.
"You should try it~" He said as Rangiku skipped away.
Ichigo took the hose and narrowed his eyes suspiciously before slowly bringing to his lips.
"This better not be what I think it is…" That only seem to make Shiro's smirk widen and his eyes flashed with mischief.
Taking a deep huff, Ichigo's suspicions were instantly confirmed and he narrowed his eyes dangerously. Anger ignited inside him and made his eyes glow with a furious fire.
Shirosaki felt an excited shiver roll up his spine at the look—good lord, he loved winding Ichigo up. This could be his new favorite hobby. He could—
Shiro's thoughts cut short and he stiffened when he saw Ichigo shift closer to him. He was expecting another punch to the face for his little joke, but his eyes widened slightly when he felt tan fingers press against his stomach and then slide up. Shiro tilted his head and watched as those nimble fingers crawled up closer and closer to his collar. He couldn't help the small hitch in his throat and the spike of arousal which had his raging libido chipping away at its padlock.
Ichigo took hold of his red tie and slowly wound it around his hand a few times so he could drag the paler man forward until their faces were inches apart and keep him locked there.
Shirosaki felt his self-control dangerously close to snapping when he saw Ichigo's soft, pink lips tilt into a grin before spreading apart. Shiro closed his eyes and felt a flush of heat rush throughout his whole body when Ichigo suddenly blew in his face, making the strawberry scented smoke caress his cheeks. Shiro couldn't help but breathe some of it in through his nose.
"That fucking joke wasn't funny the first 23 years of my life, and it sure as hell isn't funny now." Ichigo said with a growl once Shirosaki's eyes finally opened again. He released his grip on the man's tie so he could take a large gulp of his Long Island Iced Tea before continuing. "You do something like that again and I'll make sure you show up to work with more than just a little bruise on your cheek."
Shirosaki raised a brow and then licked his lips in anticipation.
"Then I guess I'll make sure the next joke is worth it~" He snickered while Ichigo rolled his eyes and took another large gulp of his drink.
About two large glasses of alcohol later and they were starting to get much more comfortable around each other. Maybe even a little too comfortable. It was obvious to Shiro that Ichigo was hurting mentally and he wanted comfort—physical comfort. If only he knew just how much Shirosaki wanted to be the one to give it to him.
Shirosaki sipped at his drink and then decided to drag his hazy thoughts into more serious territory.
Even though he really, REALLY wanted to fuck Ichigo's brains out, he really didn't want to do anything to ruin his friendship with Grimmjow. The bastard was a dick, sure, and Ichigo deserved soooo much better, He and Grimmjow have had each other's back for so many years.
Plus, he hated cheaters.
Despised them.
So he doesn't want Ichigo to be shoved into that category because of him.
"'Ey Dandelion, what're you gonna—"
"Tha's not m'name."
Shirosaki raised a brow at the slurred interruption, a little amused that Ichigo was already quite intoxicated. Well, the man was drinking a pretty strong beverage, plus the hookah should be making him feel a bit lightheaded by now.
"Oh?" He said, ever-present smirk returning to his face.
Ichigo scowled in his direction then crossed his arms.
"Y'know… You haven't called me by m'name. Like… Ever. D'you even know wuh my name IS?"
Shirosaki tapped his chin playfully as he pretended to think back and then shrugged. "I jus' think 'Dandelion' suits ya better."
Said dandelion narrowed his eyes into a glare for a moment, before he suddenly straightened—as if he had a great idea. Shirosaki's pale lips slipped into a small frown when he watched Ichigo leaned towards him once again, misty eyes half-lidded and pick lips pulled into a seductive smile.
Shiro felt his heart race when those lips pressed against his ear. He could feel Ichigo's warm breath ghosting over his neck, making goose-bumps crawl along his skin, and he couldn't stop himself as he inhaled Ichigo's scent. The man smelt wonderful—like an ocean breeze mixed with a hint of lemon.
"Say my name..."
An excited shiver gripped Shiro's entire body and he couldn't believe just how aroused that one little sentence made him.
"Yer treadin' very dangerous waters…" Shiro warned in a whisper, letting his own lips press against that soft, tanned neck which lay spread out in front of him.
"Say it." Ichigo demanded, voice hard and it was forcing an animalistic growl to rip from Shiro's throat.
He quickly reached up and grasped a handful of that soft orange hair and then tilted Ichigo's head back until the other hissed in pained pleasure. The orangette gasped and his breath hitched when he opened his eyes and saw that Shirosaki's was face hovering above his own.
"Ichigo…"
Said man's deep brown eyes rolled up into his head and a soft moan escaped his lips. Ichigo had force down the next moan which begged for escape when the grip on his hair tightened oh so deliciously.
"God dammit." Shiro hissed between clenched teeth.
He was fucking trapped.
As soon as Ichigo released that moan, Shirosaki just knew that there was no way out of this.
He was about to become a selfish, hypocritical bastard.
And yet, somewhere deep, deep, deeeeeeeep down… He didn't give a shit.
Renji huffed out a tired grunt as he slammed his apartment door shut, limbs tired and head throbbing.
He thought that maybe going to work would take his mind off everything that happened, but it didn't help… At all.
His mind was cemented to a certain orange haired male, and it was slowly driving him insane.
However, while he was at work, he was at least able to think through everything and he decided that he should try and sit down and really talk with Ichigo. Hopefully his brother wouldn't slap him, or, god forbid, run away in the middle of the night again.
"I'm home!" He called out, hoping that maybe Ichigo would be here and respond, but all he received was silence.
Huh…
It was kind of funny seeing the apartment completely empty when so much had been going on this morning.
He dragged himself to Shiro's door and knocked a few times to see if maybe Ichigo was still barricading himself inside, but he received no answer. Trying the knob, he found that it was unlocked and quickly peeked his head inside, only to find that it was empty.
Renji scratched his head in thought, wondering where in the world Ichigo could've gone. He really hoped that he didn't go back home with that blue-haired bastard… Renji scrunched his brow in worry and slight annoyance at the thought but then relaxed when he saw that Ichigo's bags were still sitting beside Shiro's bed.
"Guess he just went out for a bit…" Renji forced himself to shrug and ignore the worried feeling gathering in his gut. He tried not to think about the fact that the sun was beginning to set, and that he had no idea where his stupid little brother was and just yesterday he'd been attacked and—
Renji grunted and stormed his way to the kitchen, determined to take his mind off everything by cooking something nice to eat. If anything, he could make Ichigo his favorite meal as a way of breaking the ice so he could talk to the man. It was worth a shot at least.
Rolling up his sleeves, he quickly washed his hands and set to work.
As he prepared the meat and sunk into the routine of chopping vegetables, his headache started going away and he found himself actually smiling a little.
A few minutes later and he had everything set up and placed in the slow-cook pot. He figured Ichigo might still be a while, so it was okay to cook everything this way. However, just as he set the temperature and placed the glass cover, he heard a sound at the door. It sounded like something had slammed up against it. The hinges squeal a little in protest at the rough treatment, but then it went quiet.
Raising a single tattooed brow, Renji wiped his hands on a dishtowel before peering around the corner to see the door. It didn't seem like anyone was coming in, but if Renji listened closely he could still hear sounds coming from behind the door.
He quickly threw the towel towards the sink and made his way forward until he could press his ear against the wood.
It sounded like someone was… moaning?
What the…
Renji jumped a little and retreated back to the kitchen when he saw the doorknob turning. He pressed his back against the fridge and listened as the door opened and then slammed shut. He waited for whoever it was to walk by the kitchen so he could confront them, but what he heard next made his brows furrow and his heart race.
Kissing. And Moaning. And grunting. And oh god no—
Renji peered around the corner, eyes wide and pulse beating so hard that he could hear it. There he was, the object of his affection, being pinned up against the wall by his own fucking roommate.
Shit.
Renji's first impulse was the storm over there and beat the shit out of Shiro, but his whole body refused to obey. His limbs were frozen and his mind was going numb.
And you wanna know why?
Because of that look on Ichigo's face! It was a wanton, heady look where his eyes were closed and smooth lips parted to release soft moans and pleasured whines.
Renji felt a burst of jealousy pierce his heart and claw at his insides when he saw Shiro drag his tongue up Ichigo's long neck and their hips were pressed together, rubbing and rocking and grinding. Frustration welled up inside him and he couldn't take it anymore.
Shirosaki let out a not-so-manly squeak when he was suddenly grabbed and flung towards the living room. He took a few unsteady steps as he tried to balance himself, but he failed and went crashing to the floor. Renji expected his roommate to jump right back up and go into fight-mode, but was surprised when the man just started laughing.
Renji huffed and then looked to Ichigo, only to find that the man was now looking at him with dark, lidded eyes. His gaze was so intense that it made Renji shiver. He'd always wanted to be on the receiving end of this look and he was about to give in and touch him, but that's when the smell of alcohol reached his nose.
These dumbasses were fucking drunk?!
"Ichigo. The fuck do you think you're doin'?" He growled, his red eyes narrowed and voice dead serious. However, his expression quickly faltered into surprise when Ichigo smirked and then slowly licked his lips.
Renji's dealt with a drunk Ichigo before; the man got clingy and needy, and he just loved to be held, but Renji had to admit that he's never seen this side of Ichigo before. This seductive and lusty act was becoming a little too much for him.
Renji's eyes widened and slight panic set in when he was suddenly pushed backwards and pressed into the wall.
"W-what are y—" something covered his lips and Renji felt his heart nearly burst in his cheat when he realized that Ichigo was kissing him.
He grabbed the man's shoulders in order to push him away, but his body froze when he felt a tongue flick against his lips, begging for entrance. Renji's breathing was coming up in short bursts now and he couldn't suppress the sudden excitement he felt. But he was also scared. This whole thing terrified him, because he wanted nothing more than to grab Ichigo and wrap those long legs around his waist while he kissed the hell out of him, but he knew that he shouldn't.
When he didn't move or open his lips to the prodding tongue, Ichigo whined and pulled away. Frustration was clear on his face as he pouted, but after a second a large smirk split his face, and Renji wasn't sure if he liked that look.
Shirosaki watched everything from his place on the floor, knees bent and arms resting behind his head. He grinned and felt his arousal twitch in excitement when Ichigo suddenly pulled away from Renji and started taking off his jacket.
The poor redhead had no idea what to do. Sweating and shaking seemed to be the only thing his body was capable of at the moment.
Ichigo let the jacket drop to the floor and he started loosening each button of his shirt one by one, his eyes never leaving Renji's. Once the sixth button was undone, and his smooth chest was revealed, Ichigo slowly reached out and ran a hand down Renji's neck and torso until he could dip his fingers past the hem of those tight denim jeans.
Renji's breath hitched and he was so close to snapping, it wasn't even funny.
Shirosaki smirked invitingly when Ichigo turned towards him and grinned, but then both Shiro and Renji blinked in confusion when the sexy little berry began walking away. He was making his way towards Renji's room, stripping all the while. By the time he made it to the door he was down to his black, silk boxer briefs.
Fucking hell…
Shirosaki couldn't fucking breath right! This man was sex-on-lusciously-long-tanned-legs.
Dandelion was going to be the death him.
Honestly, the only thing really keeping both men from jumping him right then and there were the bruises that littered his skin—which reality's kick to the balls.
Ichigo looked over his shoulder to give them this smoldering look which made both men forget what they just thought and had their arousals throbbing in delight, and then the berry had to go and smirk sexily at them.
Renji gulped as Ichigo finally stepped forward, disappearing into the dark room while leaving the door open, as if inviting both men to join him. A few seconds later and those black briefs that had once been hugging Ichigo's slim hips were thrown out of the room to lay with the rest of his clothes.
Fuuuuuuuuck….
Renji took in a deep, albeit shaky, breath, which did nothing to calm his nerves. He quickly locked eyes with Shirosaki's amused gaze.
"If yer not goin' in there, then I sure as hell am~" He said with this huge grin on his face, making Renji growl at him. He ran forward but then stopped when he was a few feet from his room.
The very same room that Ichigo was in.
Ichigo…
Naked.
Dammit!
Just as he was about to reach in and close the door (so he could block out the temptation both physically and mentally) a long moan made its way out of the room. Both men practically whimpered at the sound and they could only imagine what Ichigo must be doing to himself in there.
"Fuck it…" Shirosaki hissed under his breath and he rolled to his feet to start heading towards the sounds.
Renji growled almost possessively before slamming the door shut, nearly hitting Shiro in the face with it.
Said roommate's lips pulled back into a sneer and golden eyes narrowed dangerously. They both stood there like that for a while, just glaring daggers at each other, before Shirosaki finally sighed and turned away.
"Fuckin' cockblock!" He snarled once he entered his own room and then slammed the door shut.
Renji shook his head and let out a long sigh, but it hitched near the end when another of Ichigo's moans made its way past the thick wood.
"Dammit… What were you thinking, Ichi…" Renji whispered and he had to mentally root himself to the floor so that he wouldn't just give in and finally concede to his insistent libido.
Ichigo was going to have a lot of explaining to do in the morning.
TBC
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So hopefully you guys are still hanging in there~
Sorry it took a while to update
Anyway~
I know Shirosaki seemed a little more… impatient in this chapter
And it's because I kinda wanted to move things along
But hopefully it didn't seem rushed or too OOC
Oh well
And next chapter Ichigo will explain why he was acting the way he did
Anyway
'Till next time, duckies~!