[Fic] - Hanging by a Thread 9/9
[Title]: Completion
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya
[Summary]: The steamy conclusion.
[Word Count]: 2700
[Finished]: 22.May.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Anal and Oral sex, Slash, Yaoi
[Rating]: NC-17
[Notes]: n/a
Disclaimer:Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
PREVIOUS
09. COMPLETION
He turned his full attention to the quivering member, pressing his face to its side; it twinged, a glistening drop of cum surging on the tip. He kissed its length upwards and downwards, a small peck here and there, a gentle nibble, now and then.
Renji let out muffled noises, startled ones at the nibbling.
A few more licks, a few more soft moans and a loud gasp as he reached the testicles, first just tongue play then having them in his mouth, one at a time, attention divided. His hands, that had been idle on Renji’s knees, holding the legs in place, descended through the inner thighs, inducing light shivers from the Fukutaichou, and resting; one on the lower belly, just above the pubic hair, the other one on the neglected erection, dully stroking.
This deployment of forces near Renji’s troubled zone had him stop all movements and stare at Byakuya hungrily.
Byakuya, sensing his stillness, stopped as well and looked up, staring back, then he smiled. Renji trembled and covered his face with his arms once again. Byakuya chuckled; it felt extremely comforting to have such a boastful and bashing man, coyly covering his face, just because he smiled at him. He grinned.
“Renji, don’t cover your face. Show me your pleasure.” The red-haired slowly uncovered his expression, eyes nearly closed, biting his lower lip; his hands laid forgotten to the side of his body. Byakuya gulped and, always eyeing Renji, took him in his mouth.
Renji’s head shoot back, his hands clenched, a loud moan escaped him as Byakuya slowly slid his tongue on the pre-cum covered tip, savoring, swirling and watching Renji arch his back in pleasure.
He continued licking, pressing his tongue at the cum exuding tip, it seemed to do wonders for Renji. He then took it deeper in his mouth; Renji wasn’t too long but had considerable thickness, so it was difficult for Byakuya’s delicate and unaccustomed mouth to swallow a great portion, even if he used his special trick.
So he played and teased trying to get to know what delighted Renji, to see now he would react at the different approaches. He realized the red-haired didn’t like to be sucked hard; his moans decreased and his body settled back to a gentle rocking in time with the sucking.
Now if he were to suck lightly, playing about with the tongue, especially at the tip, that would bring Renji real close, real quick; he would groan loud and his whole body shake, his hands pressed on Byakuya’s head, not guiding the movement as it was to be expected, but lightly caressing his hair and the kenseikan that stood in the way.
But Byakuya was enjoying this too much to have Renji finished so soon, so he sucked hard, kept his tongue still and played with the his hands, tugging lovingly at the testicles pulling, petting, poking then caressing the soft spot of skin right behind them.
Renji’s head jerked up, his eyes wide open, his body supported by his propped arms, eyes somewhat dazed, out of focus, stared at Byakuya. He stared back, a wicked thought crossed his mind, his tongue darted to the tip of Renji’s penis, swirling playfully.
Renji howled incredulously, falling back down on his back, his hands clutching the Taichou’s robe; writhing and very close to climax.
Sensed the end draw near, as he had the first night in the Training Hall and then in his office, Renji’s breathing becoming ragged, he barely aware of his surroundings, tension building in the muscles, Byakuya decided it was time to let him finished. So with that in mind he resumed the tender suckling and tongue play and added a naughty thumb to Renji’s entrance, pressing rhythmically.
“Augh….” It was all Renji could take, his body trashed and squirmed, his hands clutched Byakuya’s hair.
“Bya…Byakuyyyyyaaaaaaaa” He let out in ecstasy.
Byakuya swallowed and then receded , always watching, as Renji came some more, his body calming in waves, finally coming to a stop. The Taichou mused, fascinated by the trails of sweat glistening.
“I had always wanted to do that to you.” He stated, his eyes gazing Renji, whose eyes flashed open at the voice filling the room.
“Why did you stop that night?” He asked, still catching his breath. Byakuya broke the eye contact , looking down at the glorious body.
“I suppose I was…” He took a deep breath “It was all too sudden, I had not the time to assimilate it all.”
“You were the one that came to me. No warning, no nothing! It was me who was supposed to be… frightened by your sudden attack. Not that I didn’t like it, but…” He trailed off with a tired sigh.
Byakuya looked at Renji searching for disappointment and regret in his eyes, instead he found fulfilment and want. He crawled up to him, their noses an inch apart.
“I am truly sorry.” And then kissed him for a long time.
As they parted Renji smoothed Byakuya’s long silky hair, caressing his nape softly. “I’m done now, but aren’t you still…” His right hand moved down Byakuya’s chest, fabric parting open on its descend, pausing at the hem of the hakama, grazing the skin. “I want to do something to you too. Give you pleasure.”
He felt the Taichou tremble under his touch, a light cherry shade coloring his pale skin. Renji attacked the knots and ties, his tongue tugging the corner of his mouth, concentrating on his task. Byakuya put a hand over his, stopping his movements. Renji looked up, perplexed; what could possibly be wrong this time?
“Wha…” he started protesting.
“There’s a room behind that door.” He pointed to the shoji door on the corner, at the top of two steps, behind Renji. “With a futon.” Renji looked back to the door and front to Byakuya’s suggestive gaze.
He got up fast, offering a hand to Byakuya and they made their way up the stairs, chuckling at their attires; he with no bottoms, his hakama stood tossed by he door, his top around his shoulders, his chest bare, the only thing keeping the kimono in place was the loose tied obi and he still kept the tabis in his feet. Byakuya was more composed, as expected, but his Taichou haori was falling down one arm, his kimono half open, his scarf dragging on the floor; hair tussled. And he was walking funny.
Behind the sliding door was a small but elegant room, foot spoiling tatami coated the floor, a laid futon in the middle, a few pillows and blankets stacked against the far wall, next to a large arc, to the left a screen, in tones of familiar rose and calm blue, hid another room.
“Whose hut is this?” he inquired, looking around the room.
“Mine.” the Taichou responded “Well, it’s Gotei’s property, but I use it privately.”
“What is it you do here?” he pressed, interested. He knew what he would do if he got his hands on a shabby little hidden shack like this, but what was it Byakuya did in here?
“Nothing really. It’s a place I use when I need peace and quiet. To meditate, sometimes work. It’s mainly to get away from disturbances and be alone.”
“Couldn’t you do that at the Kuchiki Mansion? That place’s huge, I’m sure you can find an empty place to be alone and meditate.” Renji said as he curiously peeked behind the screen, finding a modest study there; a desk and a small bookshelf, that had long ago exceeded its capacity, occupied most of the space, books and scrolls packed on the floor took care of the remaining.
“Here I have no servants trying to attend to my every whim or annoying family members imposing problems for me to solve. A different kind of alone.” Byakuya reflected while pulling the scarf off his neck, letting it fall to the floor.
“All alone?!? Don’t you get lonely?” he turned to watch Byakuya’s reaction and his jaw dropped. The Taichou’s black hair was free of bounds, strands falling to his face, no sign of the kenseikan. Renji gulped as dark grey eyes veiled by satin black pierced, into his own, whispering.
“Not anymore”
For a fraction of second, that lasted an eternity, they observed, each lost in his own contemplation; then, as if a start shot was fired, they hurled forth, chests, hands and mouths colliding in a strong, feral kiss. Not really aware of how, they fell down on the futon; Byakuya on his back, Renji on top straddling the craving Taichou and never breaking the kiss. The Fukutaichou using the palate licking technique that always melts Byakuya, the black-haired Shinigami moaning into the red-haired’s mouth.
Sensing the restless Byakuya, hungering for an overdue release, Renji broke the kiss, untangled his hands from the long hair and trailed down the chest, leaving small pecks and bites on his way.
His body slithered down Byakuya’s, his skin pressed to marble white; as he slid down, he brushed past the Taichou’s erection and both groaned; Byakuya closing his eyes, head back, Renji biting his lip, his own penis responding to the friction.
He pounced a few more times to completely awake his erection; seeing Byakuya groan some more and hiss in response, his pale skin, warm and sparkling with sweat, slowly opening his lust filled eyes, Renji’s heart thumped strong in his chest, as warm, wanting grey eyes look back at him.
A hand grazing his face, tucking an unbound lock of hair behind the ear and then, as if changing his mind, removing the white band and untying the red mane. Hair fell down, lightly tickling Renji’s back and shoulders, again the look on Byakuya’s made his heart skip a beat; it startled him, the powerful, lusting gaze directed at him.
The Taichou sat, his hands on the Fukutaichou’s hair and scalp, caressing and rubbing, leaning closer, heads touching. Renji’s erection responded immediately, he never knew such simple gesture could be so arousing. He reached for Byakuya’s lips, tasting, nibbling. The black-haired man sighed heavily and Renji felt his erection against his own.
Deciding Byakuya had waited enough; he broke the kiss and tried to quickly untie the hakama. He suddenly realized something.
“Does that kitchen have normal stuff to cook?” he asked. Byakuya stared at him, dumbfounded by the out of the blue question.
“Aa… uhm…hmm…I think so.” A stunned look on his face as Renji got up and headed to the door.
“Keep undressing. I’ll be right back.” and darted out of the room, moments later, sounds of him rummaging through the cupboard, reached Byakuya waking him from a stunned stupor; something fell on the floor, breaking and Renji swore out loud.
“Renji?!?”
“Sorry, I broke a rice bowl.” He said coming up the steps “But found what I was looking for.” an air of triumph on his face as he showed a white ceramic bottle that Byakuya new contained olive oil. He now understood Renji’s thinking.
“Forget the bowl.” Byakuya said while undressing the Taichou haori, the kimono and the hakama.
Renji stared fascinated as he peeled the layers of clothes, only reacting when he started fumbling with the fundoshi; the Fukutaichou ditched his remaining clothes and walked closer admiring the beautiful, well defined body, his hands grazing the lean arms, lacing their fingers together and pushing Byakuya back to the futon kneeling between his legs, unraveling the loincloth as if unwrapping a long awaited present.
He smiled at the this idea and as the present stood in front of him, recurrent fantasies of it inside him reached his mind. All those lonely nights dreaming of Byakuya were finally coming true.
He closed his eyes momentarily and to make sure it wasn’t all a figure of his imagination, lightly touched Byakuya’s penis, this enticed a grunt from the Taichou and a small drop of semen to appear on the tip.
Byakuya writhed impatiently, staring at Renji with a serious but somewhat withdrawn look and then he smiled, Renji held his breath. No, this most definitely was not a dream!
He reached for the bottle containing the oil and poured some in his hands, the strange aroma inundating, sweet and sour; greenish liquid sliding down his hands thick and slippery. He pressed his seasoned hands to Byakuya’s erection, pumping smoothly; taking a small revenge by playing the testicles and the no man’s bit of skin right behind them, but not daring to go any further.
Byakuya had his eyes closed, enjoying the attention finally given, softly moaning and a few groans and an occasional hiss or grunt; a sweet little song, Renji thought, pleased. When he was all slick and ready, Renji poured some more oil into his hands and proceed to prepare himself.
Lacking the stimulation, Byakuya opened his eyes and stared in awe at Renji.
“You don’t have to do that all by yourself.” he offered.
“Hmm… no need” Renji replied as he took out two fingers he’d been using to stretch himself. “I’m ready for you now.”
Byakuya’s eyes shinned eager as Renji moved to straddle him, knees to the floor for support, hands pressed to the Taichou’s chest, placing his entrance to Byakuya’s exuding tip and slowly impaling himself; the black-haired man grabbed his erection trying to guide it into Renji as he deliberately descended, the other hand on the red-haired’s ass.
Suddenly Byakuya was in; both growled and panted.
“I don’t know if I can last much longer.” Byakuya warned.
“It’s okay, I’m amazed you lasted this long.” Renji replied leaning down to kiss him, starting to move, grinding into the Taichou, increasing the speed.
Byakuya thrust deeper, his hands on Renji’s butt, guiding. The red-haired rose himself, his hands on black-haired’s chest and then dropped down again; he repeated the motion a few more times. Byakuya’s pulsing cock all the way in, the friction and the moans he let out, driving Renji mad, then the Taichou grinded harder hitting exactly that spot and the Fukutaichou thought he was lost, more like so charges and he would be set off.
He shifted and clenched inside, Byakuya now panting heavily, his hair a mess, all clinging to his face with sweat, Renji closed his eyes, grinding harder; if he kept looking…
Byakuya sat up, his legs wrapping around the other man’s back, right above the ass. Renji sunk in deeper and growled surprised, his head dunking forward. Byakuya held onto him, lapping the black marks on his forehead.
As the near end rhythm increased they kissed savagely, biting tongues and lips; Fukutaichou’s arms around the lean, white neck; Taichou’s hands scratching down the black marked body.
Byakuya cried loudly as he came, Renji, feeling the hot surge of cum inside him and the loving gleam in Byakuya’s eyes, came within seconds. They stood like so, bound together and panting.
"You are amazing, Abarai-fukutaichou.” Byakuya purred into Renji’s shoulder, scraping his teeth in the tanned skin softly.
“Mmmm…” Renji tilted Byakuya’s head with his fingers. “I’ve caught you” kissed him thoroughly “Don’t run from me anymore.”
Byakuya looked at him; his expression unreadable for, it seemed to Renji, an eternity. Then he smiled the brightest smile Renji had ever seen on his face. He tighten his arms around Byakuya, both collapsed down to the futon, limbs untangling, bodies pressed together as if never wanting to be farther than this.
As the sweat dried in the skin and the night draw near, shivers of cold shook their bodies; Byakuya reached for a green blanket from a pile behind him, small hoping rabbits played about the fabric. Renji raised and eyebrow at the odd looking linen pattern. Byakuya covered them with it, warmth and softness enveloping them.
“Rukia gave it to me!” he chuckled, snuggling close to Renji.
“It figures, with all the bunnies” he laid his head n Byakuya’s chest, feeling sleepy and comfortable breathing in the familiar scent of his Taichou; Byakuya put an arm around him and the two fell fast asleep.
A full bright red moon rose in the black night sky bathing, in accomplice light, the sleeping lovers.
* OWARI *
May2007©MarinLiliz
PREVIOUS /// SEQUEL
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya
[Summary]: The steamy conclusion.
[Word Count]: 2700
[Finished]: 22.May.2007
[Beta]: Not Beta-read
[Warnings]: Anal and Oral sex, Slash, Yaoi
[Rating]: NC-17
[Notes]: n/a
Disclaimer:Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
PREVIOUS
09. COMPLETION
He turned his full attention to the quivering member, pressing his face to its side; it twinged, a glistening drop of cum surging on the tip. He kissed its length upwards and downwards, a small peck here and there, a gentle nibble, now and then.
Renji let out muffled noises, startled ones at the nibbling.
A few more licks, a few more soft moans and a loud gasp as he reached the testicles, first just tongue play then having them in his mouth, one at a time, attention divided. His hands, that had been idle on Renji’s knees, holding the legs in place, descended through the inner thighs, inducing light shivers from the Fukutaichou, and resting; one on the lower belly, just above the pubic hair, the other one on the neglected erection, dully stroking.
This deployment of forces near Renji’s troubled zone had him stop all movements and stare at Byakuya hungrily.
Byakuya, sensing his stillness, stopped as well and looked up, staring back, then he smiled. Renji trembled and covered his face with his arms once again. Byakuya chuckled; it felt extremely comforting to have such a boastful and bashing man, coyly covering his face, just because he smiled at him. He grinned.
“Renji, don’t cover your face. Show me your pleasure.” The red-haired slowly uncovered his expression, eyes nearly closed, biting his lower lip; his hands laid forgotten to the side of his body. Byakuya gulped and, always eyeing Renji, took him in his mouth.
Renji’s head shoot back, his hands clenched, a loud moan escaped him as Byakuya slowly slid his tongue on the pre-cum covered tip, savoring, swirling and watching Renji arch his back in pleasure.
He continued licking, pressing his tongue at the cum exuding tip, it seemed to do wonders for Renji. He then took it deeper in his mouth; Renji wasn’t too long but had considerable thickness, so it was difficult for Byakuya’s delicate and unaccustomed mouth to swallow a great portion, even if he used his special trick.
So he played and teased trying to get to know what delighted Renji, to see now he would react at the different approaches. He realized the red-haired didn’t like to be sucked hard; his moans decreased and his body settled back to a gentle rocking in time with the sucking.
Now if he were to suck lightly, playing about with the tongue, especially at the tip, that would bring Renji real close, real quick; he would groan loud and his whole body shake, his hands pressed on Byakuya’s head, not guiding the movement as it was to be expected, but lightly caressing his hair and the kenseikan that stood in the way.
But Byakuya was enjoying this too much to have Renji finished so soon, so he sucked hard, kept his tongue still and played with the his hands, tugging lovingly at the testicles pulling, petting, poking then caressing the soft spot of skin right behind them.
Renji’s head jerked up, his eyes wide open, his body supported by his propped arms, eyes somewhat dazed, out of focus, stared at Byakuya. He stared back, a wicked thought crossed his mind, his tongue darted to the tip of Renji’s penis, swirling playfully.
Renji howled incredulously, falling back down on his back, his hands clutching the Taichou’s robe; writhing and very close to climax.
Sensed the end draw near, as he had the first night in the Training Hall and then in his office, Renji’s breathing becoming ragged, he barely aware of his surroundings, tension building in the muscles, Byakuya decided it was time to let him finished. So with that in mind he resumed the tender suckling and tongue play and added a naughty thumb to Renji’s entrance, pressing rhythmically.
“Augh….” It was all Renji could take, his body trashed and squirmed, his hands clutched Byakuya’s hair.
“Bya…Byakuyyyyyaaaaaaaa” He let out in ecstasy.
Byakuya swallowed and then receded , always watching, as Renji came some more, his body calming in waves, finally coming to a stop. The Taichou mused, fascinated by the trails of sweat glistening.
“I had always wanted to do that to you.” He stated, his eyes gazing Renji, whose eyes flashed open at the voice filling the room.
“Why did you stop that night?” He asked, still catching his breath. Byakuya broke the eye contact , looking down at the glorious body.
“I suppose I was…” He took a deep breath “It was all too sudden, I had not the time to assimilate it all.”
“You were the one that came to me. No warning, no nothing! It was me who was supposed to be… frightened by your sudden attack. Not that I didn’t like it, but…” He trailed off with a tired sigh.
Byakuya looked at Renji searching for disappointment and regret in his eyes, instead he found fulfilment and want. He crawled up to him, their noses an inch apart.
“I am truly sorry.” And then kissed him for a long time.
As they parted Renji smoothed Byakuya’s long silky hair, caressing his nape softly. “I’m done now, but aren’t you still…” His right hand moved down Byakuya’s chest, fabric parting open on its descend, pausing at the hem of the hakama, grazing the skin. “I want to do something to you too. Give you pleasure.”
He felt the Taichou tremble under his touch, a light cherry shade coloring his pale skin. Renji attacked the knots and ties, his tongue tugging the corner of his mouth, concentrating on his task. Byakuya put a hand over his, stopping his movements. Renji looked up, perplexed; what could possibly be wrong this time?
“Wha…” he started protesting.
“There’s a room behind that door.” He pointed to the shoji door on the corner, at the top of two steps, behind Renji. “With a futon.” Renji looked back to the door and front to Byakuya’s suggestive gaze.
He got up fast, offering a hand to Byakuya and they made their way up the stairs, chuckling at their attires; he with no bottoms, his hakama stood tossed by he door, his top around his shoulders, his chest bare, the only thing keeping the kimono in place was the loose tied obi and he still kept the tabis in his feet. Byakuya was more composed, as expected, but his Taichou haori was falling down one arm, his kimono half open, his scarf dragging on the floor; hair tussled. And he was walking funny.
Behind the sliding door was a small but elegant room, foot spoiling tatami coated the floor, a laid futon in the middle, a few pillows and blankets stacked against the far wall, next to a large arc, to the left a screen, in tones of familiar rose and calm blue, hid another room.
“Whose hut is this?” he inquired, looking around the room.
“Mine.” the Taichou responded “Well, it’s Gotei’s property, but I use it privately.”
“What is it you do here?” he pressed, interested. He knew what he would do if he got his hands on a shabby little hidden shack like this, but what was it Byakuya did in here?
“Nothing really. It’s a place I use when I need peace and quiet. To meditate, sometimes work. It’s mainly to get away from disturbances and be alone.”
“Couldn’t you do that at the Kuchiki Mansion? That place’s huge, I’m sure you can find an empty place to be alone and meditate.” Renji said as he curiously peeked behind the screen, finding a modest study there; a desk and a small bookshelf, that had long ago exceeded its capacity, occupied most of the space, books and scrolls packed on the floor took care of the remaining.
“Here I have no servants trying to attend to my every whim or annoying family members imposing problems for me to solve. A different kind of alone.” Byakuya reflected while pulling the scarf off his neck, letting it fall to the floor.
“All alone?!? Don’t you get lonely?” he turned to watch Byakuya’s reaction and his jaw dropped. The Taichou’s black hair was free of bounds, strands falling to his face, no sign of the kenseikan. Renji gulped as dark grey eyes veiled by satin black pierced, into his own, whispering.
“Not anymore”
For a fraction of second, that lasted an eternity, they observed, each lost in his own contemplation; then, as if a start shot was fired, they hurled forth, chests, hands and mouths colliding in a strong, feral kiss. Not really aware of how, they fell down on the futon; Byakuya on his back, Renji on top straddling the craving Taichou and never breaking the kiss. The Fukutaichou using the palate licking technique that always melts Byakuya, the black-haired Shinigami moaning into the red-haired’s mouth.
Sensing the restless Byakuya, hungering for an overdue release, Renji broke the kiss, untangled his hands from the long hair and trailed down the chest, leaving small pecks and bites on his way.
His body slithered down Byakuya’s, his skin pressed to marble white; as he slid down, he brushed past the Taichou’s erection and both groaned; Byakuya closing his eyes, head back, Renji biting his lip, his own penis responding to the friction.
He pounced a few more times to completely awake his erection; seeing Byakuya groan some more and hiss in response, his pale skin, warm and sparkling with sweat, slowly opening his lust filled eyes, Renji’s heart thumped strong in his chest, as warm, wanting grey eyes look back at him.
A hand grazing his face, tucking an unbound lock of hair behind the ear and then, as if changing his mind, removing the white band and untying the red mane. Hair fell down, lightly tickling Renji’s back and shoulders, again the look on Byakuya’s made his heart skip a beat; it startled him, the powerful, lusting gaze directed at him.
The Taichou sat, his hands on the Fukutaichou’s hair and scalp, caressing and rubbing, leaning closer, heads touching. Renji’s erection responded immediately, he never knew such simple gesture could be so arousing. He reached for Byakuya’s lips, tasting, nibbling. The black-haired man sighed heavily and Renji felt his erection against his own.
Deciding Byakuya had waited enough; he broke the kiss and tried to quickly untie the hakama. He suddenly realized something.
“Does that kitchen have normal stuff to cook?” he asked. Byakuya stared at him, dumbfounded by the out of the blue question.
“Aa… uhm…hmm…I think so.” A stunned look on his face as Renji got up and headed to the door.
“Keep undressing. I’ll be right back.” and darted out of the room, moments later, sounds of him rummaging through the cupboard, reached Byakuya waking him from a stunned stupor; something fell on the floor, breaking and Renji swore out loud.
“Renji?!?”
“Sorry, I broke a rice bowl.” He said coming up the steps “But found what I was looking for.” an air of triumph on his face as he showed a white ceramic bottle that Byakuya new contained olive oil. He now understood Renji’s thinking.
“Forget the bowl.” Byakuya said while undressing the Taichou haori, the kimono and the hakama.
Renji stared fascinated as he peeled the layers of clothes, only reacting when he started fumbling with the fundoshi; the Fukutaichou ditched his remaining clothes and walked closer admiring the beautiful, well defined body, his hands grazing the lean arms, lacing their fingers together and pushing Byakuya back to the futon kneeling between his legs, unraveling the loincloth as if unwrapping a long awaited present.
He smiled at the this idea and as the present stood in front of him, recurrent fantasies of it inside him reached his mind. All those lonely nights dreaming of Byakuya were finally coming true.
He closed his eyes momentarily and to make sure it wasn’t all a figure of his imagination, lightly touched Byakuya’s penis, this enticed a grunt from the Taichou and a small drop of semen to appear on the tip.
Byakuya writhed impatiently, staring at Renji with a serious but somewhat withdrawn look and then he smiled, Renji held his breath. No, this most definitely was not a dream!
He reached for the bottle containing the oil and poured some in his hands, the strange aroma inundating, sweet and sour; greenish liquid sliding down his hands thick and slippery. He pressed his seasoned hands to Byakuya’s erection, pumping smoothly; taking a small revenge by playing the testicles and the no man’s bit of skin right behind them, but not daring to go any further.
Byakuya had his eyes closed, enjoying the attention finally given, softly moaning and a few groans and an occasional hiss or grunt; a sweet little song, Renji thought, pleased. When he was all slick and ready, Renji poured some more oil into his hands and proceed to prepare himself.
Lacking the stimulation, Byakuya opened his eyes and stared in awe at Renji.
“You don’t have to do that all by yourself.” he offered.
“Hmm… no need” Renji replied as he took out two fingers he’d been using to stretch himself. “I’m ready for you now.”
Byakuya’s eyes shinned eager as Renji moved to straddle him, knees to the floor for support, hands pressed to the Taichou’s chest, placing his entrance to Byakuya’s exuding tip and slowly impaling himself; the black-haired man grabbed his erection trying to guide it into Renji as he deliberately descended, the other hand on the red-haired’s ass.
Suddenly Byakuya was in; both growled and panted.
“I don’t know if I can last much longer.” Byakuya warned.
“It’s okay, I’m amazed you lasted this long.” Renji replied leaning down to kiss him, starting to move, grinding into the Taichou, increasing the speed.
Byakuya thrust deeper, his hands on Renji’s butt, guiding. The red-haired rose himself, his hands on black-haired’s chest and then dropped down again; he repeated the motion a few more times. Byakuya’s pulsing cock all the way in, the friction and the moans he let out, driving Renji mad, then the Taichou grinded harder hitting exactly that spot and the Fukutaichou thought he was lost, more like so charges and he would be set off.
He shifted and clenched inside, Byakuya now panting heavily, his hair a mess, all clinging to his face with sweat, Renji closed his eyes, grinding harder; if he kept looking…
Byakuya sat up, his legs wrapping around the other man’s back, right above the ass. Renji sunk in deeper and growled surprised, his head dunking forward. Byakuya held onto him, lapping the black marks on his forehead.
As the near end rhythm increased they kissed savagely, biting tongues and lips; Fukutaichou’s arms around the lean, white neck; Taichou’s hands scratching down the black marked body.
Byakuya cried loudly as he came, Renji, feeling the hot surge of cum inside him and the loving gleam in Byakuya’s eyes, came within seconds. They stood like so, bound together and panting.
"You are amazing, Abarai-fukutaichou.” Byakuya purred into Renji’s shoulder, scraping his teeth in the tanned skin softly.
“Mmmm…” Renji tilted Byakuya’s head with his fingers. “I’ve caught you” kissed him thoroughly “Don’t run from me anymore.”
Byakuya looked at him; his expression unreadable for, it seemed to Renji, an eternity. Then he smiled the brightest smile Renji had ever seen on his face. He tighten his arms around Byakuya, both collapsed down to the futon, limbs untangling, bodies pressed together as if never wanting to be farther than this.
As the sweat dried in the skin and the night draw near, shivers of cold shook their bodies; Byakuya reached for a green blanket from a pile behind him, small hoping rabbits played about the fabric. Renji raised and eyebrow at the odd looking linen pattern. Byakuya covered them with it, warmth and softness enveloping them.
“Rukia gave it to me!” he chuckled, snuggling close to Renji.
“It figures, with all the bunnies” he laid his head n Byakuya’s chest, feeling sleepy and comfortable breathing in the familiar scent of his Taichou; Byakuya put an arm around him and the two fell fast asleep.
A full bright red moon rose in the black night sky bathing, in accomplice light, the sleeping lovers.
* OWARI *
May2007©MarinLiliz
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