Switch, pt. 2
Title: Switch PART 2!!
Rating: NC-17
Springkink Prompt: July 7th, Ichigo/Renji: first time on top - Quit complaining, I can see how much you like it.
Warnings: man!sex, rimming, oral, little bit of reiatsu-play...and this is actually my FIRST yoai so...well you don't hafta be kind...but we're all fans of CONcrit...SORRY X-POSTING!!
Word count: 10,000+ (like whoa damn LJ word count limit)
Summary: Renji get hurt and convinces Ichigo he can kiss it and make it all better.
A/N: Soooo sorry for lateness, deadlines and me are mortal enemies...Also apologies for the largeness--ahem--of this post when I write smut the words just seem to multiply like rabbits...
Switch - Part_One
“Hypothetically...”
Fuck yes! Renji kept his face calm, wolfish grin firmly curled on his lips. “Huh?”
“If...If I really wanted to get back at Byakuya for trying to neuter you...but didn’t wanna hurt you...”
Deciding his lover only needed a little help Renji gave a gentle squeeze and pump of his hand. “’Member the last time you were laid up at Urahara’s...”
Thrown by the topic--mostly the other things said topic brought up--and the stimulation the teen couldn’t contain a low moan. “Why the fuck would you bring that up--ngh--nnow?”
“I’m only bringin’ up the mind-blowin’ sex part afterwards,” Renji actually looked genuinely innocent, which only made Ichigo suspicious. Most of the time Renji had some ulterior motive and if it wasn’t obvious it was sex related.
Surprise there.
Ichigo didn’t argue since the part he referred to had indeed been “mind-blowing” and one of the times the substitute shinigami counted himself an uke. Even as he pictured their roles reversed, however, Ichigo still found himself hesitant. “I remember.”
“Do ya now?” Renji rolled crimson eyes. “How about ya give me details so I know we’re on the same page?”
Making sure he was watching, Ichigo rolled his eyes right back. “I fucked you,” Ichigo’s eyebrows pulled down in their usual scowl. “It was the only time we did it at the shouten.”
“Liar, we fucked more than we fought in the trainin’ room.”
“Training Room Renji, I noticed you didn’t mention a shouten--"
“Smartass,” Renji muttered, taking retribution out on his lover’s straining erection. “That memorable was it?”
“You know it was,” Mostly because he had felt well and truly topped that night.
“’n’ why is that?”
It was one of their dumbest arguments--and shit did they have their share of those!--when Renji tried to rid Ichigo of his modesty. Well, not so much his modesty, because the redhead loved making him blush whether the dirty words came from Renji or Ichigo’s lips.
“Why don’t you tell me why you brought it up in the first place?” Ichigo countered.
“Cuz you were fucked up like I am now ‘n’ I fucked ya ‘til ya screamed my name,” Renji returned bluntly, skin the same unembarrassed shade. “’n’ I didn’t make you beg.” For a moment Renji felt a bit of trepidation as a rare wicked grin curled the teen’s lips. “Hm,” Renji paused a moment to rub over Ichigo’s slick head diving a gasping moan from the shuddering teen. “Wonder why it makes ya so nervous?”
“That’s--ngh...That’s not nervous...” Ichigo’s hips rolled forward into his lover’s hand.
“’n’ I’m sure the fact that I’ve got my hot fingers around yer cock helps considerably,” Renji guessed. “I know you’ll like it...Why the hell else would I let ya pound me into the bed so often?”
Unfortunately Ichigo heard every word, and in a voice Renji knew rubbed him just like his hand currently was. “R-Renji, I...”
“What?” Renji moved his fingers down to cup Ichigo’s balls. “’Renji I’d love it if you’d fuck me?’”
Ichigo rolled his eyes as the sultry question did as intended to his body. His eyelids fluttered as Renji put a tingle of his reiatsu into his stroking hand. “Fuckin’ cheater!”
“C’mon Ichi I won’t move a damn muscle,” Renji cooed and Ichigo’s answer was a husky laugh that only made his current fundoshi situation tighter.
Ichigo caught his bottom lip between his teeth as Renji’s reiatsu slid like an independent digit along the tight skin of his perineum. “Such a--ngh--sweet talker...ah, fuck Renji!”
“I’d give ya some sweet talk but I don’t want ya comin’ ‘til I do,” he purred as he teased his reiatsu further making Ichigo release a broken moan.
“Got lube around here somewhere?” Ichigo whispered, his anxiety fading at the smile that came to his lover’s face. When his reiatsu stopped teasing and Renji’s fingers stilled merely holding his member (as if he would run) disappointment flared. He watched the redhead stretch his unoccupied hand toward the foot of the futon to the supplies Hanatarō had left behind to retrieve a small clay jar.
“Have I told ya how much I love ya?” Renji asked as he set the jar on his bandaged chest a few inches from Ichigo’s nose.
“Just the last time you convinced me to do something perverted.”
“If ya want perverted...” Renji’s teeth peeked out as a familiar grin, curled his lips making Ichigo’s arousal twitch, which of course only stretched the grin wider.
“Teme...” Ichigo hid his face against the bandages. “Go slow.”
“Isn’t that how ya like it Ichi?” Renji’s fingers squeezed gently. “Now are ya gonna make me strain my healin’ wounds or let me watch ya prep yerself?”
“Bastard...” Ichigo pressed his teeth to bare skin; the parts of his face that were visible were bright red.
“Fuck...” Renji chuckled softly letting his reiatsu return to teasing lower to his puckered entrance. “Do ya really think I’d let ya do that part?” He took on a thoughtful look and murmured, “That would be fuckin’ hot though.”
“I still fuckin’ hate you,” Ichigo grumbled, even as the wrinkles of his scowl changed into something like a pleasured wince at the pressure of reiatsu against the tight ring of muscle. “Ngh! Fuck...” Broke down even further into something unintelligible and sexy enough to make his lover echo with a moan of his own.
“After three years ya ain’t started likin’ me even a little?” He pressed his finger of reiatsu in, feeling just how tight and tense the muscles were. There was almost an instant change the moment Renji’s fingers began to stroke his neglected cock.
“You know I fuckin’ love you asshole,” Ichigo growled, his hips moving to thrust into Renji’s fist. “More.”
Renji didn’t comment aloud this time even if the brusque request turned him on even more, he just focused on increasing the girth of his reiatsu, pushing further in and making sure to buzz over his prostate. They both cursed as Ichigo’s body trembled around his reiatsu, around him and suddenly his hips started to buck both forwards and back.
“You’re gonna make me come--fuckin’ stop!” Ichigo hissed, his voice something wanton and begging the opposite of his spoken words. “Let...go...Renji...”
The moment Renji let go of his penis the teen was kicking the blankets the rest of the way off, following them until he was crouched at the foot of the futon. Renji had to pause in his stretching, lifting his head to watch Ichigo fumble with a scowl at his fundoshi before managing to free his aching hard-on.
“I’ve gotta job ta do ya little punk, stay off my cock,” Renji barked as Ichigo purposefully ran the back of his fingers along the bandage on his lover’s innermost thigh, the spiritual energy making the larger man shiver. “You know I can’t focus on my reiatsu when ya...fuckin’ asshole!”
Ichigo didn’t bother to reply only kept Renji’s gaze as he slowly ran his tongue along the underside of his cock from base to tip. He felt Renji’s reiatsu withdraw, only to rub over his entrance. “You healed enough for me to turn around then?”
“Get the fuck over here,” Was his only answer, knocking the jar of salve off his bandaged chest to roll off the futon as he patted his chest invitingly. Renji was silently thanking any deity listening responsible for the creation of such a creature. Even though the suggestion had him biting his lip it was the red tinting the teen’s cheeks that heated him more.
As Ichigo moved back onto the futon he grabbed the other pillow and used it to elevate Renji’s upper body. “You hurt yourself and I’m gonna go jerk off in the bathroom.”
“Yer such a bitch!”
“Uh-huh tell me that after I screw your brains out,” Ichigo turned away in time to hide the blush and Renji couldn’t be too mad since he got a few moments to ogle his ass, and then it was in his face. He could only laugh softly as his fingers caressed a shiver out of the boy, starting at his knees and traveling inward and upward.
“Still a little high Baby,” Renji leaned in and pressed his tongue in at the base of his sac and slowly teased back. His abdomen muscles were working again so he didn’t hesitate to lift himself up so he could tease his tongue higher, pleased to feel the tight muscle twitch as Ichigo moaned and moved closer.
Renji wasted no time taking full advantage with his tongue. It was a smart move since he couldn’t see what Ichigo was up to down there and the delicious wetness of his lover’s wicked tongue pushing past his entrance made a moan shiver out hot and unbearably close over his cock.
“Fuck yes Renji!” Panted out over the head as he quickly wrapped his lips around him. His body shifted as the teen slid his mouth further down Renji’s length, and the redhead moved his fingers firmly to guide Ichigo’s hips back.
Ichigo lowered his body to bit more so he wouldn’t have to move away from that torturous tongue. He moaned as his cock slipped over bandage and skin alike the friction almost painful.
The tongue left him as Renji suddenly whimpered and gave a whine. “Fuck that shit’s crazy!”
“What?” Ichigo’s lips slipped off with a pop, wet and fucking hot.
“Don’t stop! Suck!” Renji growled his saliva-lubed finger very suddenly replacing his missing tongue, making Ichigo mewl around the older man’s cock. “Your reiatsu is like hot sex...on the kidō-houtai.”
Tempted to lower his body further to touch as much of the bandages as possible, Ichigo reminded himself that his lover was wounded. Instead he tried to stay focused on tasting him, his attention straying to the digit pressing in all the way.
Renji fumbled for the maltreated jar lying on its side just off the edge of the futon. Once he had managed to open it he coated his unoccupied fingers; stretching was nice, but Fourth’s lube would only make it better for everyone.
They boy didn’t even have a chance to whine at the loss of penetration before two cool slicker fingers replaced the one. Whatever noise he planned to make vibrated along Renji’s length only making him reciprocate with a curl of his fingers into the teen’s prostate, only drawing the noise out longer on his cock.
“Fuck, like that?” Renji crooned in that voice, pure sex, deep and purring. “Huh Ichi-baby?”
Renji rather liked the answer that he received in a shift of slim hips, seeking a repeat of the last thrust. “Don’t forget ta move those sexy lips over my cock.”
Ichigo surprised him as he practically swallowed his cock. Renji made up for the sudden buck of his hips, burying himself deep into Ichigo’s throat, by thrusting just as deep into his ass.
“Oh fuck yes!” Renji moaned as Ichigo relaxed enough to resist gagging, and taking his lover’s fingers off. “So fuckin’ good baby!”
Before he could adjust his grip the mouth--the throat fuck!--slipped away leaving his cock, the ass and press of his legs on either side of his bandaged torso suddenly gone too. Renji cursed and reached after the departing heat both with hands and reiatsu.
“I said don’t fuckin’ move!” Ichigo panted; face red, lips just as dark and so fucking sexy. “Or I’m outta here.”
“Gomennasai...Don’t leave please.”
Ichigo’s scowl softened at the plea, “Then don’t move.” He reached over the futon in an irresistible stretch of muscles over Renji.
Renji buried fingers in short orange hair to pull him into a not-too-painful collision of lips and chests.
“Careful!” Ichigo cursed and pulled off the redhead with his original objective--the lube--in his hand. “Dumbass.”
“I wasn’t done yet,” Renji frowned, eyes slamming shut as his lover ignored him and used a few strokes of his hand to spread the salve over his aching cock. “I don’t wanna hurt ya gimmie another minute.”
“How about you just lay there, shut-the-fuck-up and let me fuck you?”
“I’m fuckin’ you.”
Brown eyes rolled and Ichigo shook his head before straddling the big shinigami again, this time facing forward. “Shaddup!”
Easily shutting up, Renji’s hips wiggled enjoying the friction where his length was sandwiched between his own lower abdomen and Ichigo’s body. The move earned him a scowl, but unfortunately for the boy the intent of his reiatsu was very obvious where his body brushed the kidō-houtai, telling Renji just how hot his lover’s desire was. How much he liked it.
“Gomen,” Renji tried to pout but Ichigo’s fingers closed around him a moment before he moved up off his knees to lean back, his other hand braced in the futon between his lover’s legs behind him. “Fuck Ichi--"
It wasn’t very easy to focus on the expression that contorted the older shinigami’s face rather than how his blunt tip stretched more than a finger, tongue and reiatsu ever had; and it was only pressing at that first ring of muscle...
The salve did its job only too well and Ichigo’s body went still, muscles tense as the head easily slipped inside him the moment he relaxed enough, quicker than either had anticipated. As his body coiled Renji’s words cut off with a ragged curse, fingers suddenly digging into the teen’s thighs with bruising strength as hot muscles squeezed and seemed to urge him deeper instead of the opposite.
Deep crimson eyes met brown over Ichigo’s gently bowed torso and the teen knew exactly how the redhead felt at that moment, wanting to be deeper but unwilling to move before muscles adjusted. Although Ichigo had no delusions about being Renji’s first he knew there hadn’t been any temptation like this the three years they’d been together.
“Gotta go slow,” Ichigo hissed, even if the sensation was more odd than painful, he kept still until he adjusted.
“Why ya tellin’ me for?” Renji hissed back, purposefully moving his hands up the tops of Ichigo’s thighs. “Yer the seme ‘member?”
“Says the man with his cock in my ass.”
“Hardly,” Renji teased, trying his best to continue to resist the clenching heat on the head of his cock. “And if ya don’t relax we won’t even be able ta go slow.”
Renji could feel the tremble in Ichigo’s leg muscles and knew he couldn’t hover for long. He tried focusing on his reiatsu if only to rub along the underside of the teen’s neglected cock; flip the pain/pleasure switch so those muscles relaxed a little around him. Wishing he could participate even a molecule more he was pleased to hear a rough curse and his name from his lover at the warm rub of his reiatsu.
“C’mon Ichigo...” Renji encouraged as fingers curling, if he changed position, maybe braced his hands on his bandaged chest he’d be able to reach...His fingers made a different type of tremble as they caressed inward. Just a little closer and he could wrap his long fingers around him and... “Fuck...” Whined out of the larger man as Ichigo sunk down to suck in half his length all at once, blowing the concentration on his reiatsu. “Whatthefuck happened ta slow!”
Ichigo wasn’t listening; his head lolled back on his shoulders as he moaned a litany of curses in what could only be described a pleading tone. It only made the urge to buck his hips maddening but Renji knew he couldn’t move until his seme was ready.
“Fuck baby so tight,” Renji hissed fingernails grazing the tender skin of inner thigh. “So good,” He growled sliding a hand up to cup his lover’s balls partly because he could now and partly so they’d stop impeding the sexiest thing he’d seen next to watching Ichigo slide deep into him.
The slide of the salve made it less painful than Ichigo’d imagined, which was really hard not to when he thought about it (which was way more than Ichigo was comfortable admitting) Renji was just big all over, his cock no exception.
“C’mon baby move,” Renji groaned fingers squeezing and playing to distract himself or he’d be doing the fucking, ripped stitches and a disapproving Hanatarō be damned. “So fuckin’ hot...” Just a curl of his hips and he could have the teen seeing stars.
Ichigo’s body shifted until he was leaning forward, hands braced on the largest patch of unbandaged skin he could find on Renji’s torso but still his fingers and reiatsu found the edges of the kidō-houtai. He noticed the wounded shinigami’s reaction to the extra stimuli and slid his hands forward a bit, fingers spread across the bandages a bit more. The long low moan was hazily shaped into Ichigo’s various pet names and vividly descriptive strings of curses that sounded like the most depraved of threats that nonetheless made the teen’s body burn with more than just mortification.
Ichigo gave him points for not fucking him silly, wounded or not. It showed just how much more experienced Renji was that he could keep himself in check (Ichigo tried his best not to count how often he’d lost it just staring at that tight ass).
A soft groan slipped out as Ichigo told himself not to think about fucking Renji...How fucking odd was that?
Such a fuckin’ baka, King.
You shut-the-fuck-up! Ichigo had expected his hollow to interrupt way sooner, thanks to the position change.
Fuckin’ stupid King. Yer still in the goddamn saddle, never mind the cock splittin’ ya in two.
Renji’s voice barked out, “Ohfuckyes!” as one loud word as Ichigo lowered to completely encase his length.
With his hands pressing into the bandaged chest below him, Ichigo leaned over until he could murmur, “Gimme a minute,” against Renji’s lips.
Tell him how fuckin’ nice his cock feels.
“Ya okay baby?” Renji asked as he noticed the familiar glaze of a certain mental distraction. A blush suddenly grew bright on the teen’s face and he quickly tried to hide his face by burying it in his red hair, his cheek flushed hot where it pressed to Renji’s.
Shut up! Don’t say shit like that! “My hollow’s more of a pervert than you,” Ichigo whimpered as the monster’s cackle rattled around in his head, this was definitely not how he’d thought his hollow would taunt him.
Quit with the fuckin’ bitchin’ I know just how much ya like that fat cock in yer ass King.
“Che, of course he’s yer hollow,” Renji growled with a small duck of his head his teeth caught the soft skin of Ichigo’s neck. Although the press of his teeth made Ichigo moan and arch his head out of the way, the move (as intended) grabbed the hollow’s attention--drove the bastard crazy.
Ichigo moved his neck out of his lover’s bite with a shiver as his hollow howled and gave the equivalent of a buck against the saddle.
“Let him know if he don’t go away I’m gonna send Zabimaru in there to fuck him up,” A low rumbling chuckle rolled out over Ichigo’s lips as Renji’s gaze seemed to pierce through to the lascivious hollow within. “And Saru doesn’t play uke.”
Fuckin’ bring it monkey.
“I don’t think he believes you,” Ichigo whispered but there was suddenly a startling lack of hollow straining against his control.
“Baby,” Renji groaned as he was interrupted from whatever he’d been about to whine by Ichigo’s lips.
“It worked,” Ichigo hissed as he nipped at his lover’s parted lips, unintentionally muffling the stream of pleading words the redhead managed. “Renji?”
“Move...” Renji gave a gentle roll of his hips, barely moving, just enough to remind a certain someone of his current position. “Please, baby...” A feral growl. “Ple-ease.”
Ichigo decided to let Renji get away with the tiny movement, especially when he got a good look at the intensity in his lover’s pupil-blown eyes as he moved back, sitting up to perch over the bandaged shinigami. “You wanna split me in two don’t you?” Where the question came from Ichigo had only one idea--fuckin’ hollow!--but there was no mistaking its effect on Renji and the redhead’s answer even before it growled out.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah baby!” Renji panted, fingers gripping again at the teen’s thighs as he pleaded, “Baby we gotta do this again.”
“I dunno,” Ichigo teased as he caught his own bottom lip in his teeth as he lifted himself off his lover’s cock, both of them moaning together.
“Oh-fuck-please Ichigo,” Renji yelped thankful for the half-hard cock now within his reach. He wasted no time in stroking it back into full hardness.
As his body moved slowly up and down his head fell back as he whimpered and moaned, “Fuck Renji.”
“Hoh,” Panted out of the redhead a familiar wolfish grin curling his lips as he watched his cock disappear inside the teen. “If ya like this--mmmyeah...Yer gonna fuckin’ love when I do the fuckin’.”
“Oh yeah?” Ichigo moaned as he moved up to the very tip before easing back down his slow tempo making the redhead want to scream. Without thinking he curled his hips, changing the angle just a bit and diving the rest of the way inside and firmly against Ichigo’s prostate.
At the thrust his cock practically jumped in Renji’s hand as the boy cried out, head thrown back. A knowing chuckle left the older man’s lips as he caught the precum dribbling down over his knuckles and used it to ease the slide of a few strokes.
“Faster baby...C’mon--fuck!” Renji gasped as Ichigo’s hands slid over his bandaged stomach, bracing himself to do exactly what his lover and his own body urged. As he moved up and back down even faster Renji made sure his cock rubbed along that same spot every other bounce of the boy’s ass. He could see the kid wanted to say something, maybe argue about the inconsequential movement of the injured shinigami’s hips, but Renji made sure he was incapable of coherent speech.
“So nice baby,” Renji grunted his fingers squeezing as his fist stroked upwards, darting a thumb over the head causing a hitch in the quick rhythm Ichigo had started to piston out. “I forgot--mmfuck!--forgot how fuckin’ good this feels...shit!”
“Renji--” Barked out as he managed a particularly hard thrust and the fukutaichō could hear the wanton lusty pleasure mixed in with a trace of steely reproach. Yes he’d bent his legs and twisted his toes into the futon so he could used his legs to push against the bed that time, but any twinge of pain had only served as another stab of hot pleasure. He failed to hear the warning in the jumbled mix but then there was a desperate cry of, “Soo close--fuck Renji!”
“Yes!” Renji felt Ichigo’s rhythm come to a halt as the teen’s body bowed, sweat-slick skin making the hard planes of his body shine as he trembled. “Come for me,” His hand stroked and squeezed as the first spasm of the teen’s body wracked him, clenching his muscles like a vice around his lover’s length. “Fuck yes, Ichigo...” Renji curled his feet in the blankets and took up the rhythm, thrusting up into the body posed so beautifully above him, drawing out the shuddering orgasm until Renji’s name spilled out in a demanding scream; for the end, for more, neither knew.
Renji ignored the protest that began in his legs and stomach muscles as he bucked up into Ichigo’s shaking form, his orgasm ripping away any other sensation but the white hot pleasure that very suddenly fired through his body. As he came he didn’t notice the hands impeding his hips’ motion, not when Ichigo quickly remembered the rhythm once his brain began functioning again and rode him until he whimpered his seme’s name.
The redhead struggled to open his eyes as he left his lover’s body, Ichigo groaning in satisfaction as he purposefully crashed down onto the futon, just shy of crushing the man underneath him. His arm draped over Renji’s chest Ichigo tried to turn his head enough to peer over at the injured man to make sure he was all right. “Renji?”
“Hmmyeah baby?” Crooned out in a husky voice and Ichigo couldn’t help but grin, since he wasn’t looking at the moment.
“You okay?”
“Fuck yeah.”
A fleeting thought about how uncomfortable he’d be once everything dried entered Ichigo’s post-coital-mushy brain, along with the idea that he should be angrier with Renji for some reason. What reason he wasn’t sure, he just knew that his legs were still trembling, and he was sure the asshole would laugh if he crawled to the bathroom.
“Ichigo?” Renji struggled to lift the lead his eyelids had become, head turning to see through the cage of eyelashes at the man next to him. All that come would be nasty in the morning...A light snore answered him and Renji chuckled softly to himself as he realized he’d knocked the kid out. “Definitely gotta do this again...Mmmm...” He sighed contentedly to himself as his eyes started to slide closed.
Only decades of training had his eyelids fighting back open as a flicker of movement in the corner of the room caught his eyes. He zeroed in on the small black shape of what looked like a hell butterfly resting gracefully on the edge of the inside of his window sill. “Ouka?” He murmured his voice rumbling in his chest as he squinted at the insect. “Hey Ichigo?” He gave a soft nudge to the teen but only received a grunt in reply and a louder snore.
No telling how long the damn things been sitting there recording the sounds...in this room... “Ichigo!” He nudged a little harder and winced as the arm draped over his chest elbowed back before Ichigo muttered ‘baka’ before snoring again. “Shit...” He glanced down at the swaths of bandages on his body, and shook his head. No sense ruining a good orgasm panicking about a trapped hell butterfly.
Turning his head he was able to slide a bit closer on the pillow, lips pressed to the sweaty forehead of the lightweight laying passed out next to him.
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“Abarai-fukutaichō?” Hanatarō called out as the front door to Renji’s quarters opened unlocked. He shuffled nervously in, his fingers clutched around the strap of his medical kit. “Kurosaki-san?” When the healer received no answer he slid the door closed behind him and tiptoed to the bedroom door, caution and more than a little trepidation made the small shinigami hover just outside the closed shoji.
Straining his shinigami hearing it seemed only a pair of light snores pierced the silence of the next room. Even from behind the shoji Ichigo’s reiatsu was still obvious, even at rest.
Delicate fingers slipped the shoji door open enough o offer a two-inch slice of the room. The futon look like the two had staged a wrestling match in it, and anything close-by had suffered similarly. With an irritated hiss Hanatarō slid the door open enough to slip through, tendrils of his gentle reiatsu fighting its way through the resting spiritual pressure of both men. The presence of the fukutaichō’s was actually a good sign, since the kidō-houtai still seemed to be in place.
A bit of his initial irritation melted when he noticed Renji looked as if he hadn’t moved an inch from the spot he’d been left in. Hanatarō’s dark eyes moved over the rumpled bedcovers barely doing their job hiding the sprawled limbs of the substitute shinigami. Hanatarō gave silent thanks that the important parts were taken care of.
Firmly recalling the training he’d received from the unflappable Unohana-taichō Hanatarō took quick visual stock of the emergency supplies he’d left in case Ichigo had the need and inclination. They were still relatively tidy where he’d left them at the head of the futon all but the jar of healing salve...
With a blush Hanatarō busied himself with airing out the musty sex-scented room, surprised to find a hell butterfly perched on the inside of the window sill. “Good Morning Butterfly-san,” Hanatarō whispered wondering if the insect were waiting to leave.
As soon as the window opened the butterfly took off, answering the healer’s question quite effectively.