Over the Moon ByaxRen NC 17 one shot
Pairing: ByakuyaxRenji
Author: StarbearerTM
Genre: Romance, lemon, WAFF, PWP
Pairing: ByakuyaxRenji
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Lemon, language
Word Count: 2443
Spoiler: Soul Society Arc. This story takes place shortly after the occurrences in Secrets and just after Emptiness Filled, but before Unwelcome Anniversary.
Summary: Earlier on in their relationship, bathing takes on a different significance for Byakuya when he has someone to share his wealth of space with.
Inside a far larger version of a typical soul society bathing area, Renji stepped down into a large stone lined tub large enough for at least four people to sit in comfortably. Directly aside from it was the luxurious, wood lined area complete with teak benches and cabinets for clothes and towels restocked by the staff of the house. He’d been here a number of times over the past two months and it never ceased to amaze him.
“Damn this feels good,’ he sighed in pleasure, letting his long red hair swirl around his shoulders like the fronds of an undersea plant.
“You always say that,” answered his companion, already sitting with his head pillowed on a soft towel. Dark lashed eyes shut, Byakuya soaked directly opposite Renji with his arms resting on either side of his shoulders. Only the tips of his hair swirled in the water propelled by the jets roiling the water.
“Well it’s true? Why shouldn’t I say it huh? Not like you ever do,” Renji griped good-naturedly. Still his body tingled from the aftereffects of their passionate encounter.
Byakuya’s eyes opened slightly after he felt Renji’s toes brush his calves playfully.
He nudged back with his own pale feet eliciting a smirk from his vice captain. “Not when I have you to constantly state the obvious on my behalf.”
“Ha ha Taicho, yer getting’ a sense of humor again. People are gonna think yer outta yer head,” Renji teased.
“I am well aware of people’s opinions on my lack of ‘humor’, yet I fail to see why that should concern me,” Byakuya answered, still stroking his big toe along Renji’s calf. He steadily advanced it up Renji’s thigh, causing the redhead to yelp a bit. Especially when Renji felt it progressing along the inner surface of his left leg where it was especially sensitive.
“This means war,” Renji thought to himself. Soon it was Byakuya’s turn to react, although for the noble it meant just a simple cock of the eyebrow.
Shifting opposite him, Renji struggled to keep the smirk off his face during his foot play. Their legs now brushed along each other’s, a creamy ivory toned one blurred under the churning water brushed along a black ink marked one. Since they had entered into a more intimate relationship, Renji’s thighs had taken on a few more markings that are distinct. Along Byakuya’s shoulder and mid back was a fresh set of markings, which he had shown only to Renji. His usual parlor in Rukongai was where Renji suggested the noble could get himself inked.
Now just below the blossom with the squad six logo was a red and orange hued-feathered serpent much like Quetzalcoatl of the South American Mayan pantheon. Rather than get something tribal, Byakuya used a variation of a royal dragon style. Along the outside surface of Renji’s thigh was a tribal blossom in black ink, designed by the redhead himself.
“It’s the only fresh ink I’ve had in I don’t know how long,” Renji murmured.
“It appears to have healed sufficiently,” Byakuya nodded, indicating it with a nod. A new phase in their relationship had prompted fresh ink, and the noble felt a certain satisfaction in repeating a ‘naughty’ and forbidden behavior reminiscent of youth. Only this time he need not fear caning a whipping boy while watching and hearing screams of pain.
“Yours too, Taicho,” Renji murmured, while lowering his leg. He then abandoned opposite his captain, choosing to scoot across the water leaving a rippled wake that furrowed over the
already burbling surface.
“Mmm,” Byakuya murmured, glancing over his shoulder, so his dark wet hair shifted. It left a slight trail down his shoulders, plastered in one position for a while before the movement of his body. Water displaced by his lover next to him surged against the noble’s immersed body. It was a subtle reminder of how he could tell in small ways the manner that his life shifted to similarly contain the redhead. Instead of a blatant signal like a neon sign, Byakuya sensed smaller changes like those in his routine. Interestingly any change even small ones were treated with the same significance as minor alterations as far as the noble was concerned.
Renji settled with a sigh, sitting with both knees wide open and arms outstretched, one of them extending behind Byakuya’s head resting on a towel. So long were his red locks that they even tickled Byakuya’s upper arm and shoulder now submersed in the hot springs. His vice captain took up a great deal of personal space, something that he viewed once as an invasion. Now Byakuya considered such violations a welcome distraction. Renji was the only person he would allow to invade his personal space without reprisal. However, Byakuya would not admit it openly because of noble propriety. Here in the baths and during meals they freely displayed physical affection, something taboo in public.
Renji planned to take every advantage of such rare opportunities. In turn, Byakuya slowly instructed his vice captain on the more subtle means of sharing private space, which were acceptable in public circles. Including sitting directly next to him at the family table, or allowing him to kneel at the same height or even participate in some of the same activities he considered a royal past time. After a time of allowing the heated water to permeate his muscles, Byakuya glanced sidelong at Renji, surprised that the redhead remained with his hands to himself.
He wasn’t aware that Renji had been watching him the whole time through a slightly opened eye in a similar manner while looking forwards. A minute later Renji’s heavy arm descended on Byakuya’s bare shoulders, the inner elbow hooking around the back of the noble’s neck. Just in front of Byakuya’s nose bobbed the cheerfully grinning face curtained by pieces of crimson wet hair. Behind them, he saw glimpses of the dark markings on his distinctive brows. Wearing it down gave Renji a greater deal of sex appeal that sent the noble’s heart racing far more than he’d like to admit.
However, Renji hesitated, dark brown eyes searching those of his companion. Only when Byakuya tipped his head slightly forward did his vice captain close the gap and seal their lips together. To reach him Renji twisted his hips and leaned over the noble’s lap. His hand rested right next to Byakuya’s right hip. Small light strokes of Renji’s tongue along the crease of Byakuya’s lip pleaded for access, which the noble gave. Their relationship still felt at the give and take stage, with tentative and clumsy movements forward countered with steps back when either partner made a mistake. For every date the two kept, a cancelled time existed where one of them had lost their nerve. Now the times of gathering were far more frequent in closer quarters.
Only two months had passed but for both it was a completely new word of possibilities that seemed to be an eternity of its own making. Time marked apart seemed too much, and the time together was not enough. It was what some referred to as the ‘honeymoon’ or ‘courting’ phase where hands moved awkwardly over each other’s bodies and lips glided with the collision of teeth occasionally. Fingers squeezed Renji’s thighs, signaling that he could increase the pressure of his lips and drink more hungrily from his captain’s mouth. Tongues thrust past one another and breathes were quick gasps through noses instead of parting lips.
One of Byakuya’s hands rested on Renji’s hip, curling around to pull his vice captain closer in a herky-jerky motion. Almost losing his balance Renji scrambled so he straddled Byakuya’s legs, which positioned his head higher than his captain’s. Glancing down he noticed the corner of Byakuya’s slightly upturned lip creasing a small dimple in the noble’s cheek. Steel blue eyes smoldered deeply with that telltale gleam that reassured Renji he was all right, as he was. Directly under his groin Renji felt the captain’s hardness twitching, and let out a low moan as he braced his hands on Byakuya’s shoulders. He bent down at the same time Byakuya angled his head up and twisted a hand in the red strands. Just a small nudge of Renji’s head forward gave the redhead the permission to dip his own head down and claim another deep kiss.
“Want you here,” Renji whispered.
“Such activity in elevated temperatures is not advisable,” Byakuya whispered, panting through parted lips. Bangs obscured his face, covering the left eye that peeked through. His hair slicked down in this way gave him a much younger appearance.
“Damn,” Renji sighed. “Not even if we’re careful?”
“I have no wish for either of us to pass out,” Byakuya murmured, glancing down for a moment.
“Well, if ya want we can get out, an' sit on the bench,” muttered Renji, feeling his urge screaming for release.
For a moment, Byakuya remained silent, resting his head against Renji’s shoulder. He then relented, “if you remain still perhaps we could attempt… as long as there are no fast and furious movements…”
“Thank you Taicho,” Renji whispered. “Slow and gentle.”
With an impressive display of strength, Byakuya stood up in the bath, arms wrapped around Renji’s hips. Long locks of scarlet hair stuck to the marks on Renji’s back, black against red. It served as a reminder to the contrasts in their relationship. Renji’s tanned legs locked around Byakuya’s hips for support while he rested his face against the crown of Byakuya’s head. Sheets of water tumbled down their bodies, coating them in a glossy sheen that enhanced each angle and curve.
The action of their movement shifted Byakuya outside of his vice captain’s hot interior somewhat. Hissing in protest Renji’s arms wrapped around Byakuya’s shoulders for support. Between his legs, Byakuya’s length tantalizingly bobbed, rubbing his sacs.
“Shit, stop teasin’ Taicho!” Renji complained, gritting his teeth at the rocking motion swaying his body. Byakuya toted his lover up several steps, letting water dribble down his flawless ivory body onto the shiny tiled floor. Each time Byakuya’s soles rose from the tile Renji heard a squelching sound followed by a light splat. Steam obscured the room’s features mirroring the erotic haze rising in Renji’s mind far superior to any bottle of sake’s buzz. Between the rocking of Byakuya’s hips and the tickling of their intimate parts, Renji gritted his teeth for satiation.
Abruptly his position dropped heralded by a grunt and wet contact of his nether regions on a firm surface. Both his shins connected with the edge of the wooden bench causing Renji to curl his knees while biting back a grunt of pain. Snapped out of his aroused stupor he glared down at his captain’s half lidded steel blue eyes. Beneath the dark lashes, they gazed up at Renji holding just a hint of apology.
To anyone but those that knew the noble best it oozed impatience. However, Renji mumbled, “S’okay… just startled me.”
Byakuya’s gaze intensified. His deep voice rumbled out, “Renji.”
Two strong hands grasped Renji’s hips, lifting. Simultaneously Renji braced himself on Byakuya’s shoulders and boosted himself again. The hot blunt tip speared up inside Renji’s opening in a slow satisfying moment. Renji’s eyes rolled back in his head with the same motion of his shifting hips.
“Taicho…” he groaned, finding himself glancing up at the ceiling before his head snapped up and met his captain’s steely stare. Renji’s tenor tone resonated through time with the same intensity as Byakuya’s lower half purr of delight. For a few seconds his dark lashes slammed shut, his lips parting to reveal perfect white teeth.
Everything about Byakuya was perfection to Renji. In turn, he knew that after his captain opened his eyes again they softened the slightest bit. He could gaze at them shifting minutely knowing that they were tracing the paths of his tribal markings. How they budged and flexed over top the muscles twitching in his heaving chest and thighs with each sharp thrust up.
The noble frowned slightly, not distressing Renji because the rest of his face creased in concentration, sweat replacing steaming hot water on his pale skin. An even greater contrast to his own now flushed bright rose from all the blood surging towards his groin. Against the smooth abdomen, his own tip repeatedly rubbed, providing him that extra stimulation to reach where he desperately wanted to be.
Over the moon as the expression said. Reaching the moon astride marble thighs gliding and dancing until his entire spine tensed and snapped. Shivering, shaking and bursting with steam, only to have his molten hot skin tingled by occasional wisps of cold air from some window a servant had opened hours before. Not until now after he fused his lips in a tired kiss and pressed his brow to his captain’s shoulder did Renji notice the contrast in temperature.
“Shit, that was…” Renji whispered roughly.
“Highly pleasurable,” Byakuya supplied with a weary murmur, his own dark haired head sagging if Renji lifted his own head enough to look at it. Softening inside him yet still connected the noble remained where he was. Two pairs of eyes shyly exchanged awkward glances, the awareness of their nudity and vulnerability settling over them.
“Can’t move Taicho,” Renji apologized, trying to straighten up but sagging heavily into Byakuya’s arms that wrapped around him.
“I gave you neither leave nor instruction to do so, Renji,” Byakuya smoothly declared, knitting his brow in irritation.
“Good, cause yer stuck with me till I get my breath back,” Renji laughed nervously. Byakuya’s brow remained creased. An impatient sigh puffed Renji’s neck accompanied by a slight pink tinge to Byakuya’s cheeks as he looked away. Renji wrapped his arms around Byakuya’s neck and relaxed.
Since their first bath here, they were now accustomed to such times when their masks were stripped and they grew used to each other’s foibles. Not hiding behind a bandanna or kenseikan. Just two lovers feeling their way through a new relationship starting from rivalry that blossomed into something that had initially caused both to back away. When Renji had finally regained his breath he separated himself from his captain and helped the noble to stand. Then hand in hand, they grasped towels and dried one another off before retiring to the bedroom.
Each time it would become more natural to share each other’s space. Whether Renji’s apartment or the Kuchiki manor it started to make little difference. Renji had found a way to not only reach the moon but also soar over it. Because now the moon had dragged him into its irresistible, pull.
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Author: StarbearerTM
Genre: Romance, lemon, WAFF, PWP
Pairing: ByakuyaxRenji
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Lemon, language
Word Count: 2443
Spoiler: Soul Society Arc. This story takes place shortly after the occurrences in Secrets and just after Emptiness Filled, but before Unwelcome Anniversary.
Summary: Earlier on in their relationship, bathing takes on a different significance for Byakuya when he has someone to share his wealth of space with.
Inside a far larger version of a typical soul society bathing area, Renji stepped down into a large stone lined tub large enough for at least four people to sit in comfortably. Directly aside from it was the luxurious, wood lined area complete with teak benches and cabinets for clothes and towels restocked by the staff of the house. He’d been here a number of times over the past two months and it never ceased to amaze him.
“Damn this feels good,’ he sighed in pleasure, letting his long red hair swirl around his shoulders like the fronds of an undersea plant.
“You always say that,” answered his companion, already sitting with his head pillowed on a soft towel. Dark lashed eyes shut, Byakuya soaked directly opposite Renji with his arms resting on either side of his shoulders. Only the tips of his hair swirled in the water propelled by the jets roiling the water.
“Well it’s true? Why shouldn’t I say it huh? Not like you ever do,” Renji griped good-naturedly. Still his body tingled from the aftereffects of their passionate encounter.
Byakuya’s eyes opened slightly after he felt Renji’s toes brush his calves playfully.
He nudged back with his own pale feet eliciting a smirk from his vice captain. “Not when I have you to constantly state the obvious on my behalf.”
“Ha ha Taicho, yer getting’ a sense of humor again. People are gonna think yer outta yer head,” Renji teased.
“I am well aware of people’s opinions on my lack of ‘humor’, yet I fail to see why that should concern me,” Byakuya answered, still stroking his big toe along Renji’s calf. He steadily advanced it up Renji’s thigh, causing the redhead to yelp a bit. Especially when Renji felt it progressing along the inner surface of his left leg where it was especially sensitive.
“This means war,” Renji thought to himself. Soon it was Byakuya’s turn to react, although for the noble it meant just a simple cock of the eyebrow.
Shifting opposite him, Renji struggled to keep the smirk off his face during his foot play. Their legs now brushed along each other’s, a creamy ivory toned one blurred under the churning water brushed along a black ink marked one. Since they had entered into a more intimate relationship, Renji’s thighs had taken on a few more markings that are distinct. Along Byakuya’s shoulder and mid back was a fresh set of markings, which he had shown only to Renji. His usual parlor in Rukongai was where Renji suggested the noble could get himself inked.
Now just below the blossom with the squad six logo was a red and orange hued-feathered serpent much like Quetzalcoatl of the South American Mayan pantheon. Rather than get something tribal, Byakuya used a variation of a royal dragon style. Along the outside surface of Renji’s thigh was a tribal blossom in black ink, designed by the redhead himself.
“It’s the only fresh ink I’ve had in I don’t know how long,” Renji murmured.
“It appears to have healed sufficiently,” Byakuya nodded, indicating it with a nod. A new phase in their relationship had prompted fresh ink, and the noble felt a certain satisfaction in repeating a ‘naughty’ and forbidden behavior reminiscent of youth. Only this time he need not fear caning a whipping boy while watching and hearing screams of pain.
“Yours too, Taicho,” Renji murmured, while lowering his leg. He then abandoned opposite his captain, choosing to scoot across the water leaving a rippled wake that furrowed over the
already burbling surface.
“Mmm,” Byakuya murmured, glancing over his shoulder, so his dark wet hair shifted. It left a slight trail down his shoulders, plastered in one position for a while before the movement of his body. Water displaced by his lover next to him surged against the noble’s immersed body. It was a subtle reminder of how he could tell in small ways the manner that his life shifted to similarly contain the redhead. Instead of a blatant signal like a neon sign, Byakuya sensed smaller changes like those in his routine. Interestingly any change even small ones were treated with the same significance as minor alterations as far as the noble was concerned.
Renji settled with a sigh, sitting with both knees wide open and arms outstretched, one of them extending behind Byakuya’s head resting on a towel. So long were his red locks that they even tickled Byakuya’s upper arm and shoulder now submersed in the hot springs. His vice captain took up a great deal of personal space, something that he viewed once as an invasion. Now Byakuya considered such violations a welcome distraction. Renji was the only person he would allow to invade his personal space without reprisal. However, Byakuya would not admit it openly because of noble propriety. Here in the baths and during meals they freely displayed physical affection, something taboo in public.
Renji planned to take every advantage of such rare opportunities. In turn, Byakuya slowly instructed his vice captain on the more subtle means of sharing private space, which were acceptable in public circles. Including sitting directly next to him at the family table, or allowing him to kneel at the same height or even participate in some of the same activities he considered a royal past time. After a time of allowing the heated water to permeate his muscles, Byakuya glanced sidelong at Renji, surprised that the redhead remained with his hands to himself.
He wasn’t aware that Renji had been watching him the whole time through a slightly opened eye in a similar manner while looking forwards. A minute later Renji’s heavy arm descended on Byakuya’s bare shoulders, the inner elbow hooking around the back of the noble’s neck. Just in front of Byakuya’s nose bobbed the cheerfully grinning face curtained by pieces of crimson wet hair. Behind them, he saw glimpses of the dark markings on his distinctive brows. Wearing it down gave Renji a greater deal of sex appeal that sent the noble’s heart racing far more than he’d like to admit.
However, Renji hesitated, dark brown eyes searching those of his companion. Only when Byakuya tipped his head slightly forward did his vice captain close the gap and seal their lips together. To reach him Renji twisted his hips and leaned over the noble’s lap. His hand rested right next to Byakuya’s right hip. Small light strokes of Renji’s tongue along the crease of Byakuya’s lip pleaded for access, which the noble gave. Their relationship still felt at the give and take stage, with tentative and clumsy movements forward countered with steps back when either partner made a mistake. For every date the two kept, a cancelled time existed where one of them had lost their nerve. Now the times of gathering were far more frequent in closer quarters.
Only two months had passed but for both it was a completely new word of possibilities that seemed to be an eternity of its own making. Time marked apart seemed too much, and the time together was not enough. It was what some referred to as the ‘honeymoon’ or ‘courting’ phase where hands moved awkwardly over each other’s bodies and lips glided with the collision of teeth occasionally. Fingers squeezed Renji’s thighs, signaling that he could increase the pressure of his lips and drink more hungrily from his captain’s mouth. Tongues thrust past one another and breathes were quick gasps through noses instead of parting lips.
One of Byakuya’s hands rested on Renji’s hip, curling around to pull his vice captain closer in a herky-jerky motion. Almost losing his balance Renji scrambled so he straddled Byakuya’s legs, which positioned his head higher than his captain’s. Glancing down he noticed the corner of Byakuya’s slightly upturned lip creasing a small dimple in the noble’s cheek. Steel blue eyes smoldered deeply with that telltale gleam that reassured Renji he was all right, as he was. Directly under his groin Renji felt the captain’s hardness twitching, and let out a low moan as he braced his hands on Byakuya’s shoulders. He bent down at the same time Byakuya angled his head up and twisted a hand in the red strands. Just a small nudge of Renji’s head forward gave the redhead the permission to dip his own head down and claim another deep kiss.
“Want you here,” Renji whispered.
“Such activity in elevated temperatures is not advisable,” Byakuya whispered, panting through parted lips. Bangs obscured his face, covering the left eye that peeked through. His hair slicked down in this way gave him a much younger appearance.
“Damn,” Renji sighed. “Not even if we’re careful?”
“I have no wish for either of us to pass out,” Byakuya murmured, glancing down for a moment.
“Well, if ya want we can get out, an' sit on the bench,” muttered Renji, feeling his urge screaming for release.
For a moment, Byakuya remained silent, resting his head against Renji’s shoulder. He then relented, “if you remain still perhaps we could attempt… as long as there are no fast and furious movements…”
“Thank you Taicho,” Renji whispered. “Slow and gentle.”
With an impressive display of strength, Byakuya stood up in the bath, arms wrapped around Renji’s hips. Long locks of scarlet hair stuck to the marks on Renji’s back, black against red. It served as a reminder to the contrasts in their relationship. Renji’s tanned legs locked around Byakuya’s hips for support while he rested his face against the crown of Byakuya’s head. Sheets of water tumbled down their bodies, coating them in a glossy sheen that enhanced each angle and curve.
The action of their movement shifted Byakuya outside of his vice captain’s hot interior somewhat. Hissing in protest Renji’s arms wrapped around Byakuya’s shoulders for support. Between his legs, Byakuya’s length tantalizingly bobbed, rubbing his sacs.
“Shit, stop teasin’ Taicho!” Renji complained, gritting his teeth at the rocking motion swaying his body. Byakuya toted his lover up several steps, letting water dribble down his flawless ivory body onto the shiny tiled floor. Each time Byakuya’s soles rose from the tile Renji heard a squelching sound followed by a light splat. Steam obscured the room’s features mirroring the erotic haze rising in Renji’s mind far superior to any bottle of sake’s buzz. Between the rocking of Byakuya’s hips and the tickling of their intimate parts, Renji gritted his teeth for satiation.
Abruptly his position dropped heralded by a grunt and wet contact of his nether regions on a firm surface. Both his shins connected with the edge of the wooden bench causing Renji to curl his knees while biting back a grunt of pain. Snapped out of his aroused stupor he glared down at his captain’s half lidded steel blue eyes. Beneath the dark lashes, they gazed up at Renji holding just a hint of apology.
To anyone but those that knew the noble best it oozed impatience. However, Renji mumbled, “S’okay… just startled me.”
Byakuya’s gaze intensified. His deep voice rumbled out, “Renji.”
Two strong hands grasped Renji’s hips, lifting. Simultaneously Renji braced himself on Byakuya’s shoulders and boosted himself again. The hot blunt tip speared up inside Renji’s opening in a slow satisfying moment. Renji’s eyes rolled back in his head with the same motion of his shifting hips.
“Taicho…” he groaned, finding himself glancing up at the ceiling before his head snapped up and met his captain’s steely stare. Renji’s tenor tone resonated through time with the same intensity as Byakuya’s lower half purr of delight. For a few seconds his dark lashes slammed shut, his lips parting to reveal perfect white teeth.
Everything about Byakuya was perfection to Renji. In turn, he knew that after his captain opened his eyes again they softened the slightest bit. He could gaze at them shifting minutely knowing that they were tracing the paths of his tribal markings. How they budged and flexed over top the muscles twitching in his heaving chest and thighs with each sharp thrust up.
The noble frowned slightly, not distressing Renji because the rest of his face creased in concentration, sweat replacing steaming hot water on his pale skin. An even greater contrast to his own now flushed bright rose from all the blood surging towards his groin. Against the smooth abdomen, his own tip repeatedly rubbed, providing him that extra stimulation to reach where he desperately wanted to be.
Over the moon as the expression said. Reaching the moon astride marble thighs gliding and dancing until his entire spine tensed and snapped. Shivering, shaking and bursting with steam, only to have his molten hot skin tingled by occasional wisps of cold air from some window a servant had opened hours before. Not until now after he fused his lips in a tired kiss and pressed his brow to his captain’s shoulder did Renji notice the contrast in temperature.
“Shit, that was…” Renji whispered roughly.
“Highly pleasurable,” Byakuya supplied with a weary murmur, his own dark haired head sagging if Renji lifted his own head enough to look at it. Softening inside him yet still connected the noble remained where he was. Two pairs of eyes shyly exchanged awkward glances, the awareness of their nudity and vulnerability settling over them.
“Can’t move Taicho,” Renji apologized, trying to straighten up but sagging heavily into Byakuya’s arms that wrapped around him.
“I gave you neither leave nor instruction to do so, Renji,” Byakuya smoothly declared, knitting his brow in irritation.
“Good, cause yer stuck with me till I get my breath back,” Renji laughed nervously. Byakuya’s brow remained creased. An impatient sigh puffed Renji’s neck accompanied by a slight pink tinge to Byakuya’s cheeks as he looked away. Renji wrapped his arms around Byakuya’s neck and relaxed.
Since their first bath here, they were now accustomed to such times when their masks were stripped and they grew used to each other’s foibles. Not hiding behind a bandanna or kenseikan. Just two lovers feeling their way through a new relationship starting from rivalry that blossomed into something that had initially caused both to back away. When Renji had finally regained his breath he separated himself from his captain and helped the noble to stand. Then hand in hand, they grasped towels and dried one another off before retiring to the bedroom.
Each time it would become more natural to share each other’s space. Whether Renji’s apartment or the Kuchiki manor it started to make little difference. Renji had found a way to not only reach the moon but also soar over it. Because now the moon had dragged him into its irresistible, pull.
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