captain_spiky | RenIchi - Maximum Density II

Ichigo was mesmerized as he kept sucking on the cock in front of him, watching as every look he'd ever dreamed of came to life on Renji's face. So when Renji tugged at his hair, warning him about what was about to happen, Ichigo didn't even register it. He just watched how the lips he'd wanted to kiss for the past year (now a bit reddened and swollen) moved, and his sharp teeth were bared every time Ichigo's name slipped off of them.

There was a strong tug at his hair that tore him away from Renji as the redhead's eyes closed and his mouth fell open in a silent cry. It was only when Renji opened his eyes that Ichigo registered the warmness that covered parts of his face and how his right eye stung a little.

"Shit." Renji grunted as he fell on his knees in front of Ichigo, so they came face to face. He leaned in to run his tongue over Ichigo's cheek. "Why didn't you pull away?"

"I didn't hear you." Ichigo replied slowly, beginning to understand the words that had slipped out of the redhead. "My eye stings." He chuckled after a moment as Renji started to lick his other cheek clean.

"You got come in your eye?" Never thought we would have this conversation, that's for sure. "Good thing we are where we are, it can get a little red and swollen ya know..."

Ichigo's face got beet red in record time. He looked away as he brought his hand up to rub his eye and stood up. "Yeah, that might be a good idea."

Renji was a little thrown off as Ichigo turned towards the spring. He'd thought that after they had confessed and all that, all that, they would have had at least a couple of hours where they were just lovey dovey and all that crap. Guess Ichi's not the cuddling type?

He got himself together quickly and darted after his... love, damn it. When Renji arrived at the spring Ichigo was just about to slip in, so he walked to the other side as he usually did, and dropped his clothes before slowly getting into the hot water. He felt a bit embarrassed, to be at such distance after what had just taken place, but he really didn't have the guts to be more assertive about his… intentions with Ichigo. Give him space if that's what he wants, don't screw up.

Ichigo sank under the surface of the water and out of sight, and didn't reappear for at least five seconds, barely two feet from Renji, with a broad and honest smile on his face.

"Hey."

"Hey." Renji could feel a matching smile covering his own face, god damn the strawberry for having such an effect on him. "Better?"

"Yeah, all good." Ichigo's eyes lowered, following the small ripples of the water surface as his grin disappeared and a much more solemn look took its place. "Why did you get in so far away? If I did something you-"

"NO! No. It's wasn't like that." Shit, had he managed to fuck things up already? That must be a record Renji, good job. "Ya seemed a little aloof; I just thought that ya wanted space. Ichi... you could never do something that would make me dislike you." And now it was Renji's turn to feel embarrassed and look away, seemingly fascinated by the waves of the hot spring.

Then he could feel his lips moving, forming those three words that he’d never even hinted at before. He could feel his lips slip apart, how his teeth bit down gently on his tongue before it pulled back. He could feel his lips form an ‘o’ before his teeth bit down on them. His eyes darted back to look into Ichigo's as his lips formed their last circle.

Ichigo's eyes widened, even though Renji was sure that he hadn't said anything out loud (he would never say something like that out loud), but he guessed he didn't need to for Ichigo to understand. Shit.

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I think. Been trying to… deny it, but I guess I can't keep things in when I'm around ya." Renji chuckled weakly, trying to find strength or comfort in something, so Ichigo wouldn't have the upper hand. Ichigo remained silent and Renji could feel the teen's gaze on him, so after a few seconds he looked up to meet his eyes again. "I should have acted earlier, but I really didn't think I had a chance. Then Rangiku said something-" he was interrupted by a chuckle from Ichigo.

"Same here, Ishida kind of yelled me out earlier today, saying that you'd been throwing yourself at me this whole month. I really didn't believe it; I'm pretty dense when it comes to this kind of thing."

"Yeah, I kind of noticed that!" Renji's hand fell hard against the water surface, creating a big splash. “You have any idea how embarrassing it was to be that open and still ignored? People must have pitied me.” But, you know, just to hear you laugh makes it totally worth it.

Ichigo chuckled. "Sorry, sorry."

Even if the splash Renji had made was the result of harmless, playful frustration, there was no way Ichigo would let the man get away with it. He pulled a flat hand through the water to create a big wave that hit the redhead's face.

“Oh, you little-“

Before they knew it they were fully engaged in a big water fight, all previous problems erased from their minds as they tried to drench each other to death.

Their relationship didn’t change much. Not really, anyway. But all the confused, pathetic feelings disappeared, as well as the lame excuses they'd given to get the hell away and hide a boner, that could appear whenever Ichigo growled or Renji grinned extra wide.

Ichigo would still meet Renji twice a week to spar, and run patrols at night, and sit on the roofs of homes he’d never entered and chat away. He would still dream of the redhead, but now the dreams were even more vivid, considering now he had so much more information. He knew how it felt to run his fingers through that red hair, to scrape his nails against that skin... to come in that mouth.

Renji would still wear the leather pants whenever he had the will to squeeze himself into them (which he often had), just to see the carnal look of desire that would undoubtedly be found on Ichigo's face. Though, Ichigo complained once about wearing both the pants and the pineapple t-shirt at the same time, since apparently it looked a bit too “matchy” or whatever the hell it was.

He would also sneak in through Ichigo's open window at nights when he managed to get away from Urahara, just so he could sleep next to the strawberry (and get a decent breakfast).

Almost all the spare time in between that was spent in Ichigo's room. Renji made it a point to visit, even if the teen always had something to complain about. At the time, he was bitching about having homework, but Renji wasn't really impressed. He slumped down on the made bed and flipped a magazine open.

“Hey, Ichi?” He flipped the page, not bothering to look up at the scowling teen.

“What?” Ichigo grunted in his regular tone.

“Wanna fuck me?” It really was a too-carefree voice to use when he said that. Like, really.

Ichigo's eyes went almost comically wide as his gaze shot to the redhead that lay sprawled out on his bed. “What?”

“’What?’ he says when he’s offered the greatest ass in Soul Society...” Renji grumbled as he closed the magazine and sat up on the bed instead, locking his gaze with Ichigo's. “I said, do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me?”

The room fell silent and Renji was afraid he would have had to spell it out next when Ichigo made a small noise in the back of his throat, and then cleared it with a little embarrassed cough.

“Sure- I mean- yeah. Uhm, of course. Shit.”

Renji chuckled; he loved it when he managed to get Ichigo in that state. It didn’t happen often enough. “I got a message from Soul Society earlier today. I’m probably gonna go back in about two weeks or so... I really wanted to go all the way at least once before I had to leave again, ya know.” He cracked a smile, knowing full well what kind of effect it had on the younger.

“So you want me to fuck you.” Ichigo said, probably more to himself than to Renji really.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to do you, but since I’m the one asking I thought I should offer myself first, ya know? But I’m not really used to being on bottom so, yeah, well. Just so ya know. Or something.” Renji's hand went up to his head, pulling the bandanna off. His fingers fixed loose strands of red hair before scratching the back of his neck, refusing to feel awkward about this whole thing.

Ichigo stood up from his chair, a small grin on his face as he walked over to where Renji sat. He didn't even pause before pulling off his shirt in one fluid motion.

“You know what; I think I’ll pass on your offer.” He smirked as one knee landed on the edge of the bed, and he crawled over to straddle the redhead. “How ‘bout you fucking me instead? Since you’re not used to being bottom, I take it you’re a good top, so..." He leaned down, whispering right next to Renji's ear, "Fuck me, Abarai Renji, vice-captain of the sixth division.”

Renji would probably never get used to this side of Ichigo. No matter how many times he witnessed it, it would always get him hard and ready in seconds. “Shit, ya know I can’t resist ya when you use that voice.” He sat up, his hands running over Ichigo's back before grabbing a hold of his waist and flipping them around.

Their hips ground together and Ichigo's hands found their way under Renji's black t-shirt, tugging it up and making the redhead lift his arms so that he could pull it off. Their mouths clashed and opened up against each other in a comfortable and daring way they had grown used to in the last week, as fingers started to fumble with belt and buttons.

Renji tore himself from Ichigo's lips and the teen started to place sucking kisses along his pulse, making him moan before he was able to collect himself enough to speak.

“Ichi- Ichigo, ya got lube?”

“Y-yeah, the top drawer.”

“Shit.” Just the thought that Ichigo had prepared himself for something like this could have been enough to set Renji off. The thought that Ichigo would have used it on his own while... okay, don’t go there, not now. He found the bottle in no time, yet somehow Ichigo had already managed to wriggle out of his pants and push the covers down to the foot of his bed. “Fuck!”

“Good choice of words." Ichigo just chuckled, pulling Renji on top of himself again by the belt loop of a pair of jeans that made their way to the floor a minute later. “Now get back here, we don’t have all day.”

He was back to kissing Ichigo within the second, crawling between his legs while fumbling with the cap with his free hand. “You sure about this?”

“I’m amazed I was able to hold myself back for two whole weeks.” Ichigo smiled up at him, as bright as the sun outside.

Renji smiled right back as he leaned in to kiss the younger man, at the same time carefully circling the tight hole with lubed fingers, and pressing one in. Ichigo didn’t tense up, but rather fell back against the bed even more relaxed. Like it was just what he needed.

“You’re really beautiful, ya know that, right?” Renji mumbled as his free hand traced the sides of the tanned body before him. He inserted another finger and started to ease the muscle ring up.

“Don’t call me beautiful, it’s embarrassing.” Ichigo chuckled, leaning up to pull Renji down, flush against him, and grinding their crotches together.

By the time Renji pushed in a third finger, they were dry humping, Renji driving himself into the hollow of Ichigo's hip over and over, as Ichigo himself met every move by bucking his hips upwards, while fucking the redhead's fingers.

“Ren, enough. I want you inside me.”

Renji didn’t speak; there was nothing he could have said, so he slipped between Ichigo's legs again. He slicked his cock and kept one hand on it to steady himself as he lined up, head pressing against the hole. Take a deep breath, calm yourself down, you can do this. It was the speech he always repeated in his mind before he laid his hands on Ichigo, reminding himself not to lose it, to keep his cool, to not make a fool of himself and come right away.

The head passed the muscle ring easily and Renji breathed out sharply, all the muscles in his stomach clenching to hold himself back. Ichigo did quite the opposite, breathing out, relaxing as best as he could have, lifting one leg over Renji's back to pull the older man closer, deeper. All the way in.

“Damn.” Renji shuddered, forcing himself to breathe again.

“Shit.” Ichigo grunted beneath him

“Fuck.” He smiled, a hand landing on the younger's hip. Ichigo's gaze shifted and settled on the ceiling. “Out of words already?”

Ichigo smiled, bringing a hand to thread fingers through red hair. “Hell no.”

He moved his hips up, grinding his cock against Renji's muscled abdomen. Renji pulled out slowly, before pushing back in a little harder than before. Ichigo moaned, arching up against him. “God, yes.”

Their lips melted together, tongues pressing against one another and moving in the same rhythm as their bodies. Heat was building up fast as their sweat-slicked bodies pressed against each other, arms trying to pull the other even closer, if that was possible. Ichigo's hands were running over a tattooed back and arms, always ending in red hair as his legs forced Renji to go deeper and harder.

There were moans and grunts and high pitched noises. It was Ichigo's ultimate fantasy- no. It was better. It was way better, because now Renji was actually there with him. He was in him, consuming him, making him want to scream to the whole world. To challenge the world, I dare you to take this away from me.

Half an hour later they laid collapsed on the bed, cooling down. Renji had stretched out to push the window open and let some fresh air into the damp room, before he had fastened himself to Ichigo's side, nuzzling into the younger's neck. Ichigo had somehow managed to pull out a sheet without moving an inch, and covered them up as his ragged breath grew slow and deep. His hand had sneaked to dig itself into red locks, nails scraping against Renji's scalp, making the larger man mumble in approval from time to time as he watched the sun settling in the horizon.

“Hey, Ren?”

“Yeah?”

“If there’s two whole weeks left, we really didn’t have to do this so early. I mean, there’s still plenty of time, right?” Not that I regret it, I’ve wanted to do it since day one.

“Jackass, ya think I only want to fuck you once?” Renji sneaked his arms around Ichigo's waist, pulling the younger man closer against his chest.

“I hope not, but then-“

“'Cause I was horny, and I knew I had to add a something interesting enough to pull you away from your work. Besides, yer dad seemed a little tired when he got back from work so I thought it was safe to assume he wouldn’t bother us for at least a couple of hours.”

“My dad’s home?!” Ichigo sat up abruptly and looked at the redhead with wide eyes.

“Yeah, I met him earlier when I was gettin’ a coke.” Renji's voice was always too calm in these situations, always. And it always ticked Ichigo off. “It’s all cool. Your dad loves me, no worries.”

“...I guess, but, still, that doesn’t mean I want him to hear us!”

Renji just chuckled, before he took a deep breath, held out his hands, and started tickling Ichigo to oblivion. Really, the day he had discovered the dark secret of the oldest Kuroskai child was a day he would cherish for all eternity. Because it was the first time he heard and saw Ichigo laugh until he got tears in his eyes and gasped for air. Almost better than kicking his ass.

And right now, with the settling sun streaming in through the window and Ichigo laughing earnestly as he tried to get away from Renji's long fingers, Renji was happy. And for the first time in a really long time, he felt like he could really do this. He would make it and he would not fuck anything up.

He'd finally won.

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