[Bleach]:: Stolen Seconds
Title: Stolen Seconds.
Author: espial
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Abarai Renji x Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating: R- handjob
Word Count: 645
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profits from the characters of Bleach.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my beta sunlesslands Con-crit is appreciated, comments are loved. This is crossposted.
The shower had been running for a long time when Renji first walked past it. Thirty minutes passed and he prowled by a second time, a third, a fourth. Stopping just outside the door before completing his fifth circuit he listened hard. Pressing his ear to the door Renji tried to figure out if the person in the shower had gone to sleep - he was guilty of that once or twice. He opened the door slowly, waited for a shriek or projectile to tell him that he wasn’t welcome but none came. Steam billowed around him, the hot water clinging to his body. He could make out the form of his captain- head down and water pounding against pale skin.
Renji shut the door behind him and took a few cautious steps closer. Without saying anything he knew that the captain was aware of his presence. As he walked slowly toward the motionless man, he grabbed a soft cloth and a bar of soap. He gently lathered the cloth and wiped it along Byakuya’s back.
“Renji.” The tone wasn’t stern or harsh- he thought there was a hint of relief. Renji continued to wash his captain’s back with slow gentle circular motions.
“What are you doing?” Each word was quiet and deliberate with emotions stirring under the normally disinterested tone.
“Helping you.” The captain sighed. Shoulders slumped forward, the tension in Byakuya’s body visibly melted away. As Renji passed the cloth over his captain’s skin, trailing his fingers through the soap suds. Water beat down on him, soaking his hair plastering his shihakusho to his body- he couldn’t bring himself to care. He moved closer to Byakuya heat radiating off of the other man; his lips brushed the captain’s shoulder tasting soap and skin.
“Renji -” His name was spoken so softly he wasn’t sure if had heard it at all. He wrapped his arms around Byakuya bringing the man’s back flush to him. Cautiously he stroked the captain’s chest, the skin surprisingly soft under his calloused hands.
Byakuya groaned the sound low and needy. Renji’s knees nearly buckled; his nails scraped down the captain’s torso earning him another low sound. He nuzzled a slick shoulder, teeth taking skin and biting lightly. He took pleasure in the red tint that spread slowly from the mark and matched the red creeping across the captain’s cheeks.
Hesitant fingers traveled over hipbones, another trembling sigh paired with a jerk of the hips under his fingertips spurned him on. Feather light and ready to jerk back at any change in the captain’s demeanor, his hand closing around Byakuya’s cock stroking slowly.
He saw his captain’s lips move, but heard nothing but the quiet, restrained moans. The other man thrusted into his hand, he tightened his grip still keeping the strokes slow. Byakuya’s breathing turned to needy panting arching against him. Their mouths met and a shock ran through his body. Byakuya’s hands tugged his hair free; it fell around them in a thick wet curtain. Strong fingers knotted in his hair, pulled him closer. Obeying the silent order he opened his mouth to his captain.
He moaned the sound disappearing against Byakuya’s mouth. The captain trembled slumping against Renji as he came silently. Teeth pinched his lower lip, tugging slightly as he untangled himself from his captain.
Byakuya turned, pushing hair out of his face. Renji's fingers itched to be tangled in the black strands instead he balled his hands into fists to keep from reaching out. The captain cleared his throat, at an apparent loss for words.
The lieutenant stepped away backing up even as the captain watched him. Realization of his actions swept through his mind, his face turning a brilliant shade of red. He bowed low, movements restricted by his wet uniform.
“Captain Kuchiki,” before Renji left quickly- not running, and certainly not looking back.
Author: espial
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Abarai Renji x Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating: R- handjob
Word Count: 645
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profits from the characters of Bleach.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my beta sunlesslands Con-crit is appreciated, comments are loved. This is crossposted.
The shower had been running for a long time when Renji first walked past it. Thirty minutes passed and he prowled by a second time, a third, a fourth. Stopping just outside the door before completing his fifth circuit he listened hard. Pressing his ear to the door Renji tried to figure out if the person in the shower had gone to sleep - he was guilty of that once or twice. He opened the door slowly, waited for a shriek or projectile to tell him that he wasn’t welcome but none came. Steam billowed around him, the hot water clinging to his body. He could make out the form of his captain- head down and water pounding against pale skin.
Renji shut the door behind him and took a few cautious steps closer. Without saying anything he knew that the captain was aware of his presence. As he walked slowly toward the motionless man, he grabbed a soft cloth and a bar of soap. He gently lathered the cloth and wiped it along Byakuya’s back.
“Renji.” The tone wasn’t stern or harsh- he thought there was a hint of relief. Renji continued to wash his captain’s back with slow gentle circular motions.
“What are you doing?” Each word was quiet and deliberate with emotions stirring under the normally disinterested tone.
“Helping you.” The captain sighed. Shoulders slumped forward, the tension in Byakuya’s body visibly melted away. As Renji passed the cloth over his captain’s skin, trailing his fingers through the soap suds. Water beat down on him, soaking his hair plastering his shihakusho to his body- he couldn’t bring himself to care. He moved closer to Byakuya heat radiating off of the other man; his lips brushed the captain’s shoulder tasting soap and skin.
“Renji -” His name was spoken so softly he wasn’t sure if had heard it at all. He wrapped his arms around Byakuya bringing the man’s back flush to him. Cautiously he stroked the captain’s chest, the skin surprisingly soft under his calloused hands.
Byakuya groaned the sound low and needy. Renji’s knees nearly buckled; his nails scraped down the captain’s torso earning him another low sound. He nuzzled a slick shoulder, teeth taking skin and biting lightly. He took pleasure in the red tint that spread slowly from the mark and matched the red creeping across the captain’s cheeks.
Hesitant fingers traveled over hipbones, another trembling sigh paired with a jerk of the hips under his fingertips spurned him on. Feather light and ready to jerk back at any change in the captain’s demeanor, his hand closing around Byakuya’s cock stroking slowly.
He saw his captain’s lips move, but heard nothing but the quiet, restrained moans. The other man thrusted into his hand, he tightened his grip still keeping the strokes slow. Byakuya’s breathing turned to needy panting arching against him. Their mouths met and a shock ran through his body. Byakuya’s hands tugged his hair free; it fell around them in a thick wet curtain. Strong fingers knotted in his hair, pulled him closer. Obeying the silent order he opened his mouth to his captain.
He moaned the sound disappearing against Byakuya’s mouth. The captain trembled slumping against Renji as he came silently. Teeth pinched his lower lip, tugging slightly as he untangled himself from his captain.
Byakuya turned, pushing hair out of his face. Renji's fingers itched to be tangled in the black strands instead he balled his hands into fists to keep from reaching out. The captain cleared his throat, at an apparent loss for words.
The lieutenant stepped away backing up even as the captain watched him. Realization of his actions swept through his mind, his face turning a brilliant shade of red. He bowed low, movements restricted by his wet uniform.
“Captain Kuchiki,” before Renji left quickly- not running, and certainly not looking back.