[Fic] Os Anos de Renji 2/2
“What ya‘ll give me?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Can I… …can I ride ya? No, wait…can I…erm... do you, Byakuya?”
“Anything, Renji.”
Byakuya moved in his slumber, opening one sleepy eye and mumbling “What’s wrong!?”
Could he have possibly done Byakuya and not remember a single thing about it? Renji flumped down on the futon and covered his face, groaning in shame.
“Renji!?” Byakuya rose on one elbow, sounding alarmed and confused “Is there something wrong?”
Renji grumbled, shaking his head in the cushions.
“Renji what is the matter?” Byakuya pressed again pulling one of Renji’s hands away from his face. He looked intrigued and still very sleepy; Renji’s heart did the usual flick at the sight and he felt even worse for not remembering anything from the previous night; how could he not with such drop-dead gorgeous partner.
He pulled his hand away and turned to the other side, burying his face further into the pillows, shying from prying eyes. He jabbered an apology into the linens.
Byakuya up got on his knees and turned Renji on his back, apparently having had enough of being unanswered “What are you sorry for, Renji?” he looked more awake now, Renji decided it was time to face the consequences.
“Can’t remember a thing ‘bout last night!” he stared expectantly. Something glinted in the back of Byakuya’s dark eyes; a look of disbelieve and disappointment, Renji thought.
“You don’t remember a thing about last night?” he repeated after Renji “Not even the party?” he sat back on his heels, staring at him. All contact cut, Renji perceived, the realisation that they were both naked crossed his mind, but it looked as if it was the furthest thing from the Taichou’s mind, so he dismissed it quickly, averting his eyes from the object of desire.
“I remember the dinner and the party, all after that is blank. I’m sorry.” he waited apprehensively for a reply, not looking at Byakuya.
“Well, it’s a pity” Byakuya exhaled softly “because it was such a wonderful, memorable night, it really is a shame you can’t remember!”
“Don’t make me feel worse than I already do!” Renji glanced in the direction of Byakuya, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“You shouldn’t have drunk so much, then; you’d still recall last night if you hadn’t!” he chastised.
“Was it really good?” Renji asked remorseful.
“Eventually, in time, you’ll recall what happened last night.” Byakuya unfazed set his back to the wall, facing the small shoji door and the outside world waking in the new morning, arranging some cushions behind him for comfort before gazing back at Renji, who scowled at him. “You forget about last night and now you’re scowling at me!?” he snickered “Maybe if you take your mind out of it’ll come back to you. Tell me about the party.” he demanded.
As he described the party to an attentive Byakuya, glimpses of the night before passed Renji’s mind, fleeting and indiscernible, but the other man seemed truly interested and he soon was immerged in recounting all the details: who had attended, what they had eaten and drank, the accidents, pranks and fools of the party. At some point of the narrative Byakuya asked.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Oh hell yeah! It was the best party I ‘ver had.” Byakuya smiled softly at his enthusiasm “It was actually the only party someone ever threw for me” he mused “I had other celebrations but we just went out for drinks to some shady joint and stuff. Byakuya! They even had a cake and candles for me to blow!” he daydreamed about the moment when Rikichi and Hinamori had walked into the main room with the cake. It was so cool.
“Renji, people often have cakes with candles at birthday parties. It is only normal” Byakuya moved closer, soft smile still in his face, while tugging an unruly red lock behind Renji’s right ear.
“Yeah, I know, but nobody had ever done that for me.” he though back at all his birthdays in Rukongai, most overlooked or forgotten. Only when he’d entered the Shinigami academy had people started caring enough to learn and celebrate his birthday. Well except for Rukia, but she‘d never had the chance and soon after she was taken away. So this one birthday had been a true present.
He might have looked too distracted and gloomy cause Byakuya moved even closer, pressing the tips of his long fingers to Renji’s furrowing forehead, easing the creases with soft kneading movements as if trying to quiet the wayward memories back into lost corners of Renji’s mind. He returned to the present, to the sleep warm futon where they sat, the scarcely furnished and scattered-clothe filled bedroom, to the barely standing shack and the howling wind bringing in the menace of rainclouds that loomed on the horizon.
Renji looked up at Byakuya, blinking twice before completely focusing his black-haired lover. A grateful grin spreading across his lips and into his eyes, Renji kissed the white patch of skin just below the perfect ear; Byakuya shivered and leaned to the contact, his own mouth leaving a shimmering wet trailing kisses in Renji’s jaw and neck. Renji kissed back hungrily, fooling himself; it was just for the sake of memories. To forget stray, unwanted ones and call back the steamy, loving kind.
They stopped when the air was scarce in their lungs, heavily breathing; drops of sweat sliding down the red-haired’s chest, avoiding small imperfections and ink lines on the skin, his head slumping into its perfect fitting place: the crook of Byakuya’s neck, that spot where the body meets the head, leaving a perfect hollow for his head to fit; it also allowed easy access to a favourite nibbling place. He nibbled.
“Rikichi did well, then?” Byakuya concluded.
Renji chuckled “Yeah, he did good.”
“You do realise he has a crush on you? The always following you around, the increasing tattoos on his body, his adoration at all you accomplish.” he stated.
Renji remained in a silent shock for a few moments moving away from his comfort place “Ya jealous?” he asked seriously but with a warm, reassuring feeling creeping into his chest.
Byakuya eyed him calm “No, not jealous. But his feelings for you can undermine his work, as they have yesterday.” he looked at Renji sharply “It was of no consequence, but next time we might not have the same outcome.”
Renji was still reeling from the sudden change of topic and pressed “Why are ya not jealous?”
Byakuya raised an eyebrow but answered swiftly “I have been, recently, reassured of your...” he seemed to search for the right word “...intentions” he completed, gazing at Renji defiantly.
Renji gulped and gulped once more when Byakuya catlike, crawled the space between, in slow, deliberate movements, the black satin veil of his hair falling to cover half his face, his dark grey storm cloud eyes glinted in the morning light, visible only through the moving strands.
Renji seemed only able to gulp, as this feline god slithered in his direction, his left hand moved of its own accord, grasping for a piece of the black silky veil, to make sure it wasn’t an alcohol induced mirage. His erection screamed to life in acknowledgement of reality.
The cat caught his prey, throwing him down to the floor, trapping him beneath his sleek and strong body; he purred contently.
Renji watched with morbid curiosity as the cat leaned down, the long hair reaching the lined chest, caressing, the head moving back and forth sweetly tickling the nipples. He abandoned the gulping for gasping when a smooth tongue licked him from navel to neck and then assaulted his mouth, fierce and thoroughly.
Renji had to press him away for air, just before losing consciousness, he could swear he heard a chuckle, or it might’ve been an intake of air, or it might’ve been his lungs gasping for air like a newborns’. A few more moments of panting and he dare open his eyes; a still catlike Byakuya hovered above him, his eyes almost black with lust.
Suddenly he grinned wickedly and lay down on top of Renji, the extent their bodies pressed tightly together, clear light skin on dark rough skin. He then moved, gliding his body up to kiss Renji’s left eyebrow, right eyelid, nose, the hollow of the neck, nibbling on the right shoulder, tormenting both nipples and leaving a trail of saliva his way down. His lean body never breaking contact with Renji’s. Reaching his goal he sat down on his heels and watched intently as if deciding how to better attack next.
Renji resumed gulping.
In the far reality he could hear the pling pling of rain starting to fall on the tin top roof, a thunder sounding in the distance, it seemed to be the cue to Byakuya’s strike.
He placed his hands in Renji’s feet drawing them up, the hands following the length of the legs until the bony knees were bent, then kneading the legs apart, the hands sliding down the sweat beading thighs, exposing Renji in all his glory and full embarrassment. Byakuya kept looking keenly as he leaned down.
Renji trembled with the sensation and fixed gaze but couldn’t help enjoying this attentive Byakuya and all he was doing, or planned on doing, to him this morning.
A grin reached his lips and he closed his eyes when Byakuya kissed the tip of his erection and Renji braced himself for the humid sensation of his cock being swallowed by that divine and utterly sensual mouth; only it didn’t happen, another kiss was pressed bellow and soon after another even lower. He was going for the dangerous nibbling of his balls, that was it; the usual nuzzling and poking and... No, he passed the spot! His thumb was caressing the patch of skin behind the balls, his other fingers grazing his entrance ever so slightly. Renji was growing impatient and lifted his head to try and survey what his dark-haired lover was plotting.
Byakuya’s head was lost in between Renji’s legs, his milk-skin body stretched from there, catlike and groin-numbing; Renji groaned at the sight and gulped, yet again. He could feel the cat’s hands touching and probing and his tongue wandering. He wasn’t going to do that, was he? Renji blinked expectantly but the tongue moved to other areas; mustering all his strength he asked.
“What’ch yer doin’?” his voice sounded hoarse.
Byakuya lifted his head looking pleased and leered “Teasing...”
Renji fell down to the futon with a loud groan.
Byakuya chuckled “Does that mean you didn’t like it?” his hand moved down Renji’s thigh and firmly grabbed his cock, jerking a few times and then stopping. Byakuya leaned closer, just within range of Renji’s mouth, his hand stopping all movement but not leaving its place. “Should I stop?” he whispered before licking just above the red-haired’s upper lip. His erection touching Renji’s.
Renji licked the prominent chin and wrapped his legs around the lighter man’s body, rubbing against him for added effect. “Not unless you want to feel my Bankai... again!” he smirked holding Byakuya’s lower lip in between his teeth.
“As if you could achieve such a feat... again!” Byakuya bantered back, grinding their bodies together, harder. His mouth pressed Renji’s ear. “Do me.”
Renji stopped moving, stunned, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He looked into his lover’s eyes and tried to speak. No sound came, he shook his head confused.
Byakuya sensing his confusion added “Wasn’t that your preferred birthday present?” his eyebrows narrowed interrogatively.
Renji gulped and nodded “...rhmm...” his voice was coarse with surprise “...last night we...didn’t we...?”
Byakuya shook his head in turn, smirking “You fell asleep on me, Baka! Literally!”
Renji closed his eyes in shame and pressed his head to Byakuya’s shoulder, hiding; a moment later he harrumphed and answered smiling widely “You spoil me.”
Byakuya crawled off Renji and lied back down on the futon “Come” he said in a hushed tone, his right arm outstretched invitingly.
Renji felt feverish with want as he moved towards Byakuya, who laid still waiting, his dark-gray eyes carefully following Renji’s every move; the fukutaichou’s hands shook in anticipation when he reached the lean, muscle-clad body, treading familiar trails in the broad chest and kissing reverently every hollow and crook of the skin, every sign and small scar, licking the puckered nipples in adoration, revelling with the reactions obtained.
He reached for Byakuya’s lips craving them like air, as if the short time they’d been apart was eternal, Byakuya responded in kind, their lips bruising from the fierce kiss. Lips, arms, legs trapped together in desire, they rolled out of the futon onto the floor, biting, kissing, laughing. They stopped for air, panting, staring into each other eyes grinning; Byakuya expectantly and Renji with his trademark grin, with a reverent leer, he was sure.
He bent down and, mimicking a move from earlier, licked Byakuya’s chest from neck to navel, pecking the rest of the way to the tip of the erection where he lapped eagerly; his grin widen with the trembled reaction and the unconscious thrusting movement into his mouth; he moved away and couldn’t help to teased.
“Now, who’s impatient?”
Byakuya’s eyes darken to almost black in threat and desire, but Renji only chuckled, moving to stroke light but steadily the Taichou’s erection, wandering lower and lower tasting abandoned places, kissing sweetly and then probing with his tongue deep.
Byakuya yelped and trashed as Renji had never seen him before, and when he stared in surprise, he let out a strangled cry.
“Don’t stop!” and fumbling with something from under a pillow he handed Renji a white ceramic bottle, that both new contained oil. “Here!” pouring a considerable amount into their joined hands and smearing Renji’s hands and cock generously, hasting and directing the red-haired’s slick hands to his entrance.
Renji felt his knees grow weak and little supportive at the sight; he saw his hands guided by Byakuya’s reach and enter his black-haired lover’s body. Byakuya hissed when he started moving his finger inside the warm, wanting entrance, biting his lower lip, an expression caught from Renji. The more fingers added, the worse it was for the cherry flavoured shinigami to stay silent and the more he tormented his lip.
Renji kissed him “You’ll break skin if you keep biting your lip that way” he smiled against the bruised lips.
“I’m ready.” Byakuya panted, kissing back and clenching the fingers inside of him. Renji removed his fingers while they purred into each other’s mouth.
“It will be easier if you lay face down.” Renji suggested.
“It will be fine this way” Byakuya traced Renji’s tattoos down his chest and murmured “Come, Renji!”
He looked with deference at Byakuya, whom he had wanted to surpass since they’d met, whom had allowed Renji to confronted and fight him when their views had clashed, whom he had chased after realising their mutual attraction, whom he kept this crazy and wild relation with, whom... ... ...he sighed and again kissed the mouth he had grown to know so well, licking the palate, tasting his lover fully before laying him down comfortably on the futon.
They looked at each other. Byakuya nodded reassuringly. Renji lifted Byakuya’s hips pressing his aching erection to the entrance and pushed, sliding in slow. They groaned, the friction elating rasped breaths. Byakuya gritted his teeth and arched his body slightly from the futon, his dark eyes closing.
Renji once completely inside, stopped all motions, contemplating the lithe but so strong body beneath and around him, he leaned in and nuzzled the bare neck “You okay?” he licked the soft skin.
“Would be better if you moved!” came the chuckled reply.
Renji eyed Byakuya, his head cocked to the side in surprise and lifted the black-haired’s left leg over his shoulder, giving a tentative thrust.
“Uhmm...better”
He started retreating almost completely and thrusting back in, moving faster with each movement.
“Hmm...much, much better” Byakuya purred contently.
Renji shifted his angle trying to find the right spot to hit, burying himself deeper and closer to orgasm. Byakuya gasped when he hit the place he’d been searching and moaned loudly, grasping the air for something to hold onto to; Renji red hair found its way to the Taichou’s hand, pulling with enough strength that Renji had to leaned down, taking the chance to kiss Byakuya again, now in time with his thrusts.
Renji felt Byakuya’s leg slide down and join the other limb, wrapping around his back, guiding the movements and one of his hands being led to Byakuya’s cock in need of stimulation and release.
The thrusts were growing erratic and out of pace indicating how near the orgasm was. The heat and warmth within and the vision of a panting, writhing Byakuya drew Renji over the edge screaming and losing all sense for a moment. Byakuya had to guide and assist Renji’s hand to his finish for the fukutaichou seemed a bit lost.
He reached his climax soon after, his back arching all the way from the floor, only his hair still made contact with it. Renji was enthralled by this vision of white and black and held on for dear life. All limbs entangled and still inside his lover’s body.
“GOD, how I love you!” he whispered into the soft hair.
“I know.”
They stood like so for a while, linked and embraced, breathing in each other’s scent, basking in new found feelings, neither wanting to let go, until it became unbearable, their limbs numbing and aching with lack of movement. They leaned against a wall looking into the promising rainy morning, Byakuya settled against Renji’s chest, enjoying the post orgasmic chill.
FIM
October2007©MarinLiliz
“Whatever you want.”
“Can I… …can I ride ya? No, wait…can I…erm... do you, Byakuya?”
“Anything, Renji.”
Byakuya moved in his slumber, opening one sleepy eye and mumbling “What’s wrong!?”
Could he have possibly done Byakuya and not remember a single thing about it? Renji flumped down on the futon and covered his face, groaning in shame.
“Renji!?” Byakuya rose on one elbow, sounding alarmed and confused “Is there something wrong?”
Renji grumbled, shaking his head in the cushions.
“Renji what is the matter?” Byakuya pressed again pulling one of Renji’s hands away from his face. He looked intrigued and still very sleepy; Renji’s heart did the usual flick at the sight and he felt even worse for not remembering anything from the previous night; how could he not with such drop-dead gorgeous partner.
He pulled his hand away and turned to the other side, burying his face further into the pillows, shying from prying eyes. He jabbered an apology into the linens.
Byakuya up got on his knees and turned Renji on his back, apparently having had enough of being unanswered “What are you sorry for, Renji?” he looked more awake now, Renji decided it was time to face the consequences.
“Can’t remember a thing ‘bout last night!” he stared expectantly. Something glinted in the back of Byakuya’s dark eyes; a look of disbelieve and disappointment, Renji thought.
“You don’t remember a thing about last night?” he repeated after Renji “Not even the party?” he sat back on his heels, staring at him. All contact cut, Renji perceived, the realisation that they were both naked crossed his mind, but it looked as if it was the furthest thing from the Taichou’s mind, so he dismissed it quickly, averting his eyes from the object of desire.
“I remember the dinner and the party, all after that is blank. I’m sorry.” he waited apprehensively for a reply, not looking at Byakuya.
“Well, it’s a pity” Byakuya exhaled softly “because it was such a wonderful, memorable night, it really is a shame you can’t remember!”
“Don’t make me feel worse than I already do!” Renji glanced in the direction of Byakuya, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“You shouldn’t have drunk so much, then; you’d still recall last night if you hadn’t!” he chastised.
“Was it really good?” Renji asked remorseful.
“Eventually, in time, you’ll recall what happened last night.” Byakuya unfazed set his back to the wall, facing the small shoji door and the outside world waking in the new morning, arranging some cushions behind him for comfort before gazing back at Renji, who scowled at him. “You forget about last night and now you’re scowling at me!?” he snickered “Maybe if you take your mind out of it’ll come back to you. Tell me about the party.” he demanded.
As he described the party to an attentive Byakuya, glimpses of the night before passed Renji’s mind, fleeting and indiscernible, but the other man seemed truly interested and he soon was immerged in recounting all the details: who had attended, what they had eaten and drank, the accidents, pranks and fools of the party. At some point of the narrative Byakuya asked.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Oh hell yeah! It was the best party I ‘ver had.” Byakuya smiled softly at his enthusiasm “It was actually the only party someone ever threw for me” he mused “I had other celebrations but we just went out for drinks to some shady joint and stuff. Byakuya! They even had a cake and candles for me to blow!” he daydreamed about the moment when Rikichi and Hinamori had walked into the main room with the cake. It was so cool.
“Renji, people often have cakes with candles at birthday parties. It is only normal” Byakuya moved closer, soft smile still in his face, while tugging an unruly red lock behind Renji’s right ear.
“Yeah, I know, but nobody had ever done that for me.” he though back at all his birthdays in Rukongai, most overlooked or forgotten. Only when he’d entered the Shinigami academy had people started caring enough to learn and celebrate his birthday. Well except for Rukia, but she‘d never had the chance and soon after she was taken away. So this one birthday had been a true present.
He might have looked too distracted and gloomy cause Byakuya moved even closer, pressing the tips of his long fingers to Renji’s furrowing forehead, easing the creases with soft kneading movements as if trying to quiet the wayward memories back into lost corners of Renji’s mind. He returned to the present, to the sleep warm futon where they sat, the scarcely furnished and scattered-clothe filled bedroom, to the barely standing shack and the howling wind bringing in the menace of rainclouds that loomed on the horizon.
Renji looked up at Byakuya, blinking twice before completely focusing his black-haired lover. A grateful grin spreading across his lips and into his eyes, Renji kissed the white patch of skin just below the perfect ear; Byakuya shivered and leaned to the contact, his own mouth leaving a shimmering wet trailing kisses in Renji’s jaw and neck. Renji kissed back hungrily, fooling himself; it was just for the sake of memories. To forget stray, unwanted ones and call back the steamy, loving kind.
They stopped when the air was scarce in their lungs, heavily breathing; drops of sweat sliding down the red-haired’s chest, avoiding small imperfections and ink lines on the skin, his head slumping into its perfect fitting place: the crook of Byakuya’s neck, that spot where the body meets the head, leaving a perfect hollow for his head to fit; it also allowed easy access to a favourite nibbling place. He nibbled.
“Rikichi did well, then?” Byakuya concluded.
Renji chuckled “Yeah, he did good.”
“You do realise he has a crush on you? The always following you around, the increasing tattoos on his body, his adoration at all you accomplish.” he stated.
Renji remained in a silent shock for a few moments moving away from his comfort place “Ya jealous?” he asked seriously but with a warm, reassuring feeling creeping into his chest.
Byakuya eyed him calm “No, not jealous. But his feelings for you can undermine his work, as they have yesterday.” he looked at Renji sharply “It was of no consequence, but next time we might not have the same outcome.”
Renji was still reeling from the sudden change of topic and pressed “Why are ya not jealous?”
Byakuya raised an eyebrow but answered swiftly “I have been, recently, reassured of your...” he seemed to search for the right word “...intentions” he completed, gazing at Renji defiantly.
Renji gulped and gulped once more when Byakuya catlike, crawled the space between, in slow, deliberate movements, the black satin veil of his hair falling to cover half his face, his dark grey storm cloud eyes glinted in the morning light, visible only through the moving strands.
Renji seemed only able to gulp, as this feline god slithered in his direction, his left hand moved of its own accord, grasping for a piece of the black silky veil, to make sure it wasn’t an alcohol induced mirage. His erection screamed to life in acknowledgement of reality.
The cat caught his prey, throwing him down to the floor, trapping him beneath his sleek and strong body; he purred contently.
Renji watched with morbid curiosity as the cat leaned down, the long hair reaching the lined chest, caressing, the head moving back and forth sweetly tickling the nipples. He abandoned the gulping for gasping when a smooth tongue licked him from navel to neck and then assaulted his mouth, fierce and thoroughly.
Renji had to press him away for air, just before losing consciousness, he could swear he heard a chuckle, or it might’ve been an intake of air, or it might’ve been his lungs gasping for air like a newborns’. A few more moments of panting and he dare open his eyes; a still catlike Byakuya hovered above him, his eyes almost black with lust.
Suddenly he grinned wickedly and lay down on top of Renji, the extent their bodies pressed tightly together, clear light skin on dark rough skin. He then moved, gliding his body up to kiss Renji’s left eyebrow, right eyelid, nose, the hollow of the neck, nibbling on the right shoulder, tormenting both nipples and leaving a trail of saliva his way down. His lean body never breaking contact with Renji’s. Reaching his goal he sat down on his heels and watched intently as if deciding how to better attack next.
Renji resumed gulping.
In the far reality he could hear the pling pling of rain starting to fall on the tin top roof, a thunder sounding in the distance, it seemed to be the cue to Byakuya’s strike.
He placed his hands in Renji’s feet drawing them up, the hands following the length of the legs until the bony knees were bent, then kneading the legs apart, the hands sliding down the sweat beading thighs, exposing Renji in all his glory and full embarrassment. Byakuya kept looking keenly as he leaned down.
Renji trembled with the sensation and fixed gaze but couldn’t help enjoying this attentive Byakuya and all he was doing, or planned on doing, to him this morning.
A grin reached his lips and he closed his eyes when Byakuya kissed the tip of his erection and Renji braced himself for the humid sensation of his cock being swallowed by that divine and utterly sensual mouth; only it didn’t happen, another kiss was pressed bellow and soon after another even lower. He was going for the dangerous nibbling of his balls, that was it; the usual nuzzling and poking and... No, he passed the spot! His thumb was caressing the patch of skin behind the balls, his other fingers grazing his entrance ever so slightly. Renji was growing impatient and lifted his head to try and survey what his dark-haired lover was plotting.
Byakuya’s head was lost in between Renji’s legs, his milk-skin body stretched from there, catlike and groin-numbing; Renji groaned at the sight and gulped, yet again. He could feel the cat’s hands touching and probing and his tongue wandering. He wasn’t going to do that, was he? Renji blinked expectantly but the tongue moved to other areas; mustering all his strength he asked.
“What’ch yer doin’?” his voice sounded hoarse.
Byakuya lifted his head looking pleased and leered “Teasing...”
Renji fell down to the futon with a loud groan.
Byakuya chuckled “Does that mean you didn’t like it?” his hand moved down Renji’s thigh and firmly grabbed his cock, jerking a few times and then stopping. Byakuya leaned closer, just within range of Renji’s mouth, his hand stopping all movement but not leaving its place. “Should I stop?” he whispered before licking just above the red-haired’s upper lip. His erection touching Renji’s.
Renji licked the prominent chin and wrapped his legs around the lighter man’s body, rubbing against him for added effect. “Not unless you want to feel my Bankai... again!” he smirked holding Byakuya’s lower lip in between his teeth.
“As if you could achieve such a feat... again!” Byakuya bantered back, grinding their bodies together, harder. His mouth pressed Renji’s ear. “Do me.”
Renji stopped moving, stunned, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He looked into his lover’s eyes and tried to speak. No sound came, he shook his head confused.
Byakuya sensing his confusion added “Wasn’t that your preferred birthday present?” his eyebrows narrowed interrogatively.
Renji gulped and nodded “...rhmm...” his voice was coarse with surprise “...last night we...didn’t we...?”
Byakuya shook his head in turn, smirking “You fell asleep on me, Baka! Literally!”
Renji closed his eyes in shame and pressed his head to Byakuya’s shoulder, hiding; a moment later he harrumphed and answered smiling widely “You spoil me.”
Byakuya crawled off Renji and lied back down on the futon “Come” he said in a hushed tone, his right arm outstretched invitingly.
Renji felt feverish with want as he moved towards Byakuya, who laid still waiting, his dark-gray eyes carefully following Renji’s every move; the fukutaichou’s hands shook in anticipation when he reached the lean, muscle-clad body, treading familiar trails in the broad chest and kissing reverently every hollow and crook of the skin, every sign and small scar, licking the puckered nipples in adoration, revelling with the reactions obtained.
He reached for Byakuya’s lips craving them like air, as if the short time they’d been apart was eternal, Byakuya responded in kind, their lips bruising from the fierce kiss. Lips, arms, legs trapped together in desire, they rolled out of the futon onto the floor, biting, kissing, laughing. They stopped for air, panting, staring into each other eyes grinning; Byakuya expectantly and Renji with his trademark grin, with a reverent leer, he was sure.
He bent down and, mimicking a move from earlier, licked Byakuya’s chest from neck to navel, pecking the rest of the way to the tip of the erection where he lapped eagerly; his grin widen with the trembled reaction and the unconscious thrusting movement into his mouth; he moved away and couldn’t help to teased.
“Now, who’s impatient?”
Byakuya’s eyes darken to almost black in threat and desire, but Renji only chuckled, moving to stroke light but steadily the Taichou’s erection, wandering lower and lower tasting abandoned places, kissing sweetly and then probing with his tongue deep.
Byakuya yelped and trashed as Renji had never seen him before, and when he stared in surprise, he let out a strangled cry.
“Don’t stop!” and fumbling with something from under a pillow he handed Renji a white ceramic bottle, that both new contained oil. “Here!” pouring a considerable amount into their joined hands and smearing Renji’s hands and cock generously, hasting and directing the red-haired’s slick hands to his entrance.
Renji felt his knees grow weak and little supportive at the sight; he saw his hands guided by Byakuya’s reach and enter his black-haired lover’s body. Byakuya hissed when he started moving his finger inside the warm, wanting entrance, biting his lower lip, an expression caught from Renji. The more fingers added, the worse it was for the cherry flavoured shinigami to stay silent and the more he tormented his lip.
Renji kissed him “You’ll break skin if you keep biting your lip that way” he smiled against the bruised lips.
“I’m ready.” Byakuya panted, kissing back and clenching the fingers inside of him. Renji removed his fingers while they purred into each other’s mouth.
“It will be easier if you lay face down.” Renji suggested.
“It will be fine this way” Byakuya traced Renji’s tattoos down his chest and murmured “Come, Renji!”
He looked with deference at Byakuya, whom he had wanted to surpass since they’d met, whom had allowed Renji to confronted and fight him when their views had clashed, whom he had chased after realising their mutual attraction, whom he kept this crazy and wild relation with, whom... ... ...he sighed and again kissed the mouth he had grown to know so well, licking the palate, tasting his lover fully before laying him down comfortably on the futon.
They looked at each other. Byakuya nodded reassuringly. Renji lifted Byakuya’s hips pressing his aching erection to the entrance and pushed, sliding in slow. They groaned, the friction elating rasped breaths. Byakuya gritted his teeth and arched his body slightly from the futon, his dark eyes closing.
Renji once completely inside, stopped all motions, contemplating the lithe but so strong body beneath and around him, he leaned in and nuzzled the bare neck “You okay?” he licked the soft skin.
“Would be better if you moved!” came the chuckled reply.
Renji eyed Byakuya, his head cocked to the side in surprise and lifted the black-haired’s left leg over his shoulder, giving a tentative thrust.
“Uhmm...better”
He started retreating almost completely and thrusting back in, moving faster with each movement.
“Hmm...much, much better” Byakuya purred contently.
Renji shifted his angle trying to find the right spot to hit, burying himself deeper and closer to orgasm. Byakuya gasped when he hit the place he’d been searching and moaned loudly, grasping the air for something to hold onto to; Renji red hair found its way to the Taichou’s hand, pulling with enough strength that Renji had to leaned down, taking the chance to kiss Byakuya again, now in time with his thrusts.
Renji felt Byakuya’s leg slide down and join the other limb, wrapping around his back, guiding the movements and one of his hands being led to Byakuya’s cock in need of stimulation and release.
The thrusts were growing erratic and out of pace indicating how near the orgasm was. The heat and warmth within and the vision of a panting, writhing Byakuya drew Renji over the edge screaming and losing all sense for a moment. Byakuya had to guide and assist Renji’s hand to his finish for the fukutaichou seemed a bit lost.
He reached his climax soon after, his back arching all the way from the floor, only his hair still made contact with it. Renji was enthralled by this vision of white and black and held on for dear life. All limbs entangled and still inside his lover’s body.
“GOD, how I love you!” he whispered into the soft hair.
“I know.”
They stood like so for a while, linked and embraced, breathing in each other’s scent, basking in new found feelings, neither wanting to let go, until it became unbearable, their limbs numbing and aching with lack of movement. They leaned against a wall looking into the promising rainy morning, Byakuya settled against Renji’s chest, enjoying the post orgasmic chill.
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