Phone sex

A male voice was crooning softly in Ichigo’s ear, making him squirm and arch his back, grinding his hips into the mattress. He could feel lips brush over the shell of his ear, fingertips travel lightly down his spine, and he moaned into his pillow. Just a little further down… Ichigo spread his thighs and held his breath.

The voice grew stronger, vague words forming sentences Ichigo couldn’t catch the meaning of, some language he’d heard before but didn’t speak and-

A sudden blast of guitars made Ichigo’s eyes fly open. He stared into a pillow that felt too large and too soft to be his own and tried to understand where he was, where the voice had gone, where the fuck the damn guitars were coming from and why they were accompanied by a familiar buzzing sound. And then it hit him.

His cell phone. Karin had played around with it the other day, right before Ichigo left town. She must’ve set a new ring tone, some song he’d never heard before.

Still refusing to lift his head from the pillow, Ichigo started fumbling around on the nightstand next to the queen-sized bed until he felt the vibrations from the phone and picked it up. He rolled over onto his back with a groan and flipped it open.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, kid. What took you so long?”

Ichigo blinked. The voice on the other end was deep and a bit rugged and usually he’d recognize it in a split second, but now it didn’t quite click in his sleep-fogged mind. “Huh?”

“Dumbass. Why did it take you so long to answer your phone? I was just about to hang up.” Renji sounded grumpy and amused at the same time.

Oh. “I was asleep, asshole. You woke me up.” Ichigo rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the heel of a hand and choked back a yawn. “What time is it anyway?”

Renji chuckled. “It’s almost noon. Listen… I’m on leave in the real world for a couple of days.”

This piece of information was enough for Ichigo to finally wake up properly and before he could stop it a broad grin spread across his face.

A moment later it was gone. “Well, that’s just great. Perfect timing,” he muttered.

Renji continued as if he hadn’t heard him. “I’m over at Urahara’s at the moment and they’re all gone for a couple of hours and I was wondering if you’d maybe like to… come over.”

Ichigo sighed heavily into the receiver. “I’d love to, Ren, but I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I told you this weeks ago. I’m not in Karakura. I’m in Tokyo.”

“What the hell are you doing in Tokyo?”

“I’ve already told you, idiot. I’m here to check out a couple of universities I might apply to. My old man paid for travel and a hotel room, told me I deserved a vacation. I won’t be back until Wednesday.”

This time it was Renji’s time to sigh. “And today’s Sunday, right? When did you leave?”

“Friday. I’ve just fucked around for a couple of days. It’s nice here. Crazy, but nice. You’d like it.”

“Huh… I doubt it. You know I’m not good with crowds, especially human ones.”

Ichigo yawned and nodded, forgetting Renji couldn’t see him. He slid his free hand under the covers and idly scratched his belly, dragging his nails down the trail of hair beginning below his navel, only to find that he was hard.

The dream…

It all came back to him – the crooning in his ear, the fingers on his back, him spreading his thighs and silently asking for more.

“Oi, you still there?”

Renji’s voice startled him out of his thoughts but it did nothing to dull his re-discovered arousal. Quite the opposite. That voice… Ichigo had never actually told Renji so but he loved his voice. Especially when it was close to his ear, husky and low, and spilling dirty words while Renji moved inside him and fuck...

Ichigo barely managed to hold back a moan. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Tell me, Ren, what did you have in mind if I came over to the shoten?”

There was a quiet snort. “We’d play checkers. What the fuck do you think I had in mind? We haven’t seen each other in a month. I wanna fuck you, baby, lick you all over and fuck you enough to last us another month.”

This time Ichigo didn’t hold the moan back. It was barely audible but he had a feeling Renji had still heard it.

“You little fiend…” Renji said after a long pause, his voice having dropped to a rumble. “You’re trying to seduce me over the phone, aren’t you…”

Ichigo felt heat rise in his cheeks and he pulled his brows together in a tight frown, willing the sudden blush to go away as if he didn’t want Renji to see it.

But that was completely unnecessary, wasn’t it? Renji couldn’t see it; couldn’t see him letting his hand travel the final inch under the covers and wrap lightly around his erection either. He took a deep breath. Oh, what the hell… “What if I am?”

Renji exhaled so loudly into the phone it crackled in Ichigo’s ear. “You never cease to amaze me,” he muttered, probably more to himself than to Ichigo. “Alright then, pervert. Tell me what you’re doing right now.”

Ichigo squeezed the base of his cock. “I’m not a pervert.” He tried to put some force behind the words but knew he failed miserably and they came out more breathless than anything else.

The dumbass had the nerve to chuckle at that. “Whatever you say. But you didn’t answer my question. I woke you up, right? So that means you’re still in bed… In a hotel room. Tell me about the room.”

Ichigo blinked. “The room? God, you’re weird.” He smiled crookedly and slipped his hand from his cock, splaying it on his belly instead. “Fine… It’s a small room. Kinda shabby but clean enough. There’s a bed, a pretty big bed actually, and a nightstand. One window. Can’t see much else but the house on the other side of the street, though. What else…” He craned his neck and looked around. “Oh yeah, there’s a rackety little chair by the door, and a mirror on the wall next to it. Want the colour of the wallpaper and carpeting too?”

“Nah… I just wanted to make it a little easier to imagine where you’re at. Get a feeling for it, you know?”

“Sounds like you’ve done this before, Renji. Are you a pro or something?”

Renji laughed, a slightly hoarse laugh that sent shivers down Ichigo’s spine. “Never had a reason to try it before. Not very often I’ve use of a phone, you know? Unless I’m stationed in the real world, but you know there’s more work than play when I’m here. At least until I met you.”

“Alright, alright. Just making sure.” Ichigo’s crooked smile straightened out, an uncomfortable knot in his stomach he hadn’t even noticed was there in the first place loosening and fading. “What about you? You in your usual room at Urahara’s?”

“Yeah. Stretched out on the futon actually. Figured I should prepare myself for when you came over. Save us a little time, you know?”

Ichigo could hear the grin in Renji’s voice but his own had faded, the sudden image of Renji lying on his back on the worn out futon they’d fucked on so many times making him forget about everything else. “N-naked?” he choked out before he could stop himself.

Another laugh, this one deeper. “You wish… Nah. I’m in my gigai actually. Fully clothed. Sorry to disappoint,” he snickered. “You on the other hand…”

Suddenly Ichigo was very aware of his own state of undress. He looked down at himself, at the thin covers moulding against his body, at the way his cock tented the fabric. He felt every inch of where the soft cotton touched his skin, how good it felt, and he slid his hand up to his chest, brushing over a stiffening nipple, before moving it down again, a trail of goose-bumps following in its wake.

“You sleep naked these days when you’ve the opportunity, don’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“And that means you’re naked right now, doesn’t it…”

Ichigo bit his lip. “Yeah.”

He could hear Renji curse under his breath.

“You got blankets on?”

“Yeah…”

“Already down to a one-word vocabulary, huh. Damn, I’m good at this.” Renji sounded amused. “Anyways, pull ‘em off. Show yourself, baby.”

Shit, we’re really doing this… I never thought- But his voice… His damn voice. Ichigo kicked the covers off. The slight chill in the room made him shiver a little. He clenched his jaw. Well, if I’m gonna do this I might as well do it properly.

Not that Ichigo had any idea of how to ‘properly’ have phone sex, but the least he could do was offer more than a ‘yeah’ in reply to everything Renji said. “Kicked ‘em off. I’m n-naked. It’s a bit chilly and I’m…” He took a deep breath. “I’m hard…”

There was a rustle of fabric and a soft gasp on the other end. “Fucking hell… This got you hard?”

“No, I already was when I woke up… I had a dream.”

“’Bout what?”

“My phone. The ring tone. Karin must’ve changed it. Some male singer, and I dreamed- It’s a bit fuzzy, but someone was talking softly in my ear and… touching me. Touching my back. That’s all I can remember.”

There was silence for a moment.

“That didn’t make any sense whatsoever. But I guess you could say it was me who got you horny then? Since I was the one calling, I mean.”

Ichigo snorted. “It all comes back to you, doesn’t it.”

“Fuck off.”

Ichigo chuckled and relaxed into the mattress. He bent a knee and spread his thighs slightly, then tensed the muscles in his groin for a second, watching his cock twitch. “Renji…”

“Yeah?”

“Take your cock out.” Ichigo grabbed himself again, a tighter grip this time. He pulled upwards, sliding the foreskin over the head of his cock and pinching it closed with thumb and forefinger. It felt good. It felt more than good. Ichigo needed this. And the thought of Renji listening while he… Fuck.

He heard another rustle and a scraping noise as Renji probably trapped the phone between his ear and shoulder to get both hands free. There was a slight grunt, a muffled curse and then Renji was back.

“Took my pants off.”

“Underwear too?”

“All of it.”

Ichigo slid his hand down the shaft. “That’s a nice image…”

“I’m hard, Ichigo. My dick’s been more or less hard ever since I got here. Been thinking ‘bout you and every time I do I have to fucking excuse myself and go hide.”

Ichigo groaned. “Thinking about what?”

“Fucking you,” Renji muttered. He sounded a bit absent, as if his focus was elsewhere.

When Ichigo heard repeated rustling noises and a long, shaky sigh he knew why and the thought made his head spin. Renji was jerking off.

“Fucking you hard, Ichigo… Making up for all this time. Grabbing your ass so hard I’ll bruise you and pounding you into the mattress… floor… table, wall – fuck, whatever. I don’t care. I just wanna fuck you.”

“God yes,” Ichigo gasped. Every word hit him like a fist in the gut, making his hand speed up and he jerked himself with rough tugs that made what felt like fire spread from his groin and fill his entire body. “Tell me more…”

“First tell me what you’re doing, babe. You taking care of yourself? Grabbing that sweet cock of yours and working it properly?”

Ichigo moaned in reply.

“Bet you are,” Renji grunted, answering his own question. “Bet you’re getting wet, too. Fuck, I love that. I know you don’t but I love the way you drip when you’re turned on. All that precome just... Bet it’s making it a smooth ride for you right now, huh.”

“Mm. Not… not a lot, not yet. But enough to help. I don’t understand why you love it, but…” He squeezed himself, a thick drop of said fluid rolling down over his thumb. “…but I like that you do.”

There was another pause filled with heavy breathing, punctuated by quiet groans. Ichigo closed his eyes and tried to imagine Renji lying there on his back with his cock in his hand, how he’d maybe pulled his shirt up and was plucking at a nipple. His groans sounded so close Ichigo guessed he’d kept the phone in place between shoulder and ear.

Renji’s voice pulled Ichigo from his fantasy. “Hang on…” It sounded as if he was further away from the receiver now and the next Ichigo heard was the sound of spitting.

That little sound almost drove him over the edge, and he dropped his hand from his cock, reaching down between his legs and grabbing his balls, tugging on them gently to stave off an orgasm.

“There…” Renji sounded relieved. “Not everyone provides their own lube the way you do, honey. Fuck… Much better. Much better...”

Ichigo, desperate not to come, jumped on the opportunity to pull his mind in another direction than Renji’s now slick cock. “Don’t call me that.”

“What? Honey?” Renji tried a laugh but it transformed midway into a deep moan. “Then what should I call you?” he breathed. “Sweetheart? Love?” His voice sank, if possible, even lower. “Slut?”

“For fuck’s sake Renji.” Ichigo arched his back and felt his muscles clench: his toes curling, his cock bobbing and leaving a wet smear on his belly. He gripped his balls tighter.

“It’s got a nice ring to it… Fits in my mouth. Fits you, ‘cause you are a little slut, aren’t you?”

“Ren… Not now.” Ichigo found he wanted to steer the conversation back to familiar surroundings. Being called a slut… It felt like stepping onto a trail leading into some dark part of himself he had yet to explore and dear god did that trail look inviting, tempting him with vague promises of things so dirty he’d probably never want to return, but it was definitely something he’d rather do in person. If ever.

“Alright, alright. Gotcha.”

And that was the Renji he knew. However untactful and pushy he came across as, he knew when to back off. Always pushing limits but never crossing them.

“Forget I said that. Moving on. Know what I want right now?”

“What…”

“I wanna hear you come.”

God.

“And I wanna come while listening to you. Tell me what you need from me to get there…”

Not much. Ichigo’s thoughts raced. Renji had just given him free reins and he barely knew what to do with them. There was so much… But so little was needed. He still felt his orgasm lurking, just waiting to spring on him despite him having cooled off a little; his erection not wavering for a second. When he grabbed it again he could feel his pulse in the thick vein that ran along the underside.

What did he want?

He just wanted to hear Renji. “Just keep talking. Tell me what you’re doing, what you wanna do to me, what you want me to do… Anything. And I’ll… I’ll come.”

Renji moaned. “I can do that. Just tell me something first… Are you as wet as I think you are?”

Ichigo let his eyes stray down his body to where his cock had rested on his stomach. A thin strand of precome still connected the head to his belly and more of it glistened on his skin. “Yeah,” he breathed.

“Then I want you to do something for me. I want you to gather as much of that sweet mess as you can on a couple of fingers and use that to…”

Ichigo threw his head back with a whine.

“Yeah. That.” Renji’s voice was almost feverish now; so heated Ichigo felt as if his ear was about to catch fire. “Fuck yourself for me, Ichigo. Now.”

He hesitated for a moment before releasing his cock and dragging two fingers over the head, breaking the strand of fluid, and then wiping them across the mess on his belly, coating them with it before scooping up as much as he could. He braced his other foot against the mattress, thighs now spread wide.

“You doin’ it?”

“’Bout to…” Ichigo muttered. The drawn out growl he received in reply made him want to forget about the whole thing and just grab himself again and jerk the fuck off. He’d come within seconds, he was sure of it.

“Fuck yes. But listen – here’s how we’re gonna do this:” Renji smacked his lips, making Ichigo wonder if his mouth was as dry as Ichigo’s. Felt as if he had a desert in it. “You’re gonna lift a leg and push it against your chest. Then you’re gonna reach under it with those sticky fingers. Got it? Don’t reach between your legs.”

“Got it.” He did as he was told, folding one leg against his stomach and reaching down, pushing wet fingertips against his entrance.

A car honking on the street outside made him jolt and it dawned on him how bizarre the whole situation was and he felt suddenly stupid, doing this on his own on a hotel bed in Tokyo.

Still… When Renji told him to do something in that voice, Ichigo didn’t have much choice. Renji could probably tell him to jump off a cliff and he’d oblige happily.

He pushed, letting out a sharp gasp as his fingers slid inside to the first knuckle.

“Oh fuck,” Renji gasped along with him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… I can’t believe you’re… Just-” He cut himself off with something that sounded almost like a whimper. “Just don’t stop. Push ‘em in, baby.”

There was a faint taste of copper in Ichigo’s mouth and he realized he must’ve bitten his lip so hard the skin had broken. He kept pushing and when he reached the point where he just couldn’t go any deeper without help he let out a shuddering breath he didn’t even knew he’d held. “They’re in.”

“Oh god… How far?”

Ichigo couldn’t breathe properly anymore. Every lungful of air that passed his lips now came out as shaky, faint moans. He tried swallowing but his throat was even drier than his mouth at this point. “As far as I can like this,” he croaked, then squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of the fingers inside him; how easily they’d slid in and how fucking hot he was inside. “So good… But-” He pulled out halfway and pushed back in, curling up tighter in his contorted position to be able to reach just a little bit deeper. “Wish it was you.”

Renji’s moan was possibly the sexiest thing Ichigo had ever heard. He wanted more. “Should be you… uhn… doing this. So hot, Ren. Tight.”

The words managed to squeeze another one of those mindblowing sounds from his lover.

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now. I’m so fucking hard, Ichigo. I wish it was me… Yeah, should be me. My fingers, my tongue, my cock… I wanna fuck you so bad. Makes me crazy.” Renji made a frustrated sound deep in his throat. “You fuckin’ yourself for me?”

“Yes.” He was. Pushing in and pulling out; his overheated mind telling him to go harder, faster but he managed to hold back and keep it slow. He wanted to come so badly he was about to pass out but at the same time he didn’t ever want to stop hearing Renji like this: undone and desperate, so horny Ichigo could taste it on his dry tongue. “Y-you?”

It took a while for Renji to answer. “Can’t… If I touch myself right now, I’ll come. Swear to god. You drive me so fucking crazy I can’t even hold my cock.”

“Damn…”

“Both feet on the bed now, kay? Lift your ass and keep your hand under it and for the love of god, keep fucking yourself… But you need to grab your cock too. Think you can do that?”

Ichigo just moaned in reply, unfolding his leg and stretching it out for a moment before positioning himself the way Renji had told him to. Just as he was about to reach for his cock he noticed he was one hand short. “Not sure I can hold the phone…”

“Shit.”

Shifting on the bed, squaring his shoulders and pulling them up towards his ears, Ichigo tried to figure out if he’d be able to hold the phone in place, but he couldn’t see how he’d be able to move his arms without dropping it and he whined in frustration.

“Hang on, hang on,” Renji suddenly burst out. “You got a speaker function on your phone, don’t you?”

Ichigo pulled his fingers out and without giving it a second thought sucked them into his mouth, releasing them a moment later with a wet plop. “I’ll ch-”

An almost pained moan interrupted him.

“You little fucker. You sucked on your fingers, didn’t you…”

“Huh? Yeah, I-“

“I nearly came! I nearly came without touching my fucking dick. Fuck, I can’t believe you. Fuck!” Renji sounded close to tears. “You little… When you get back home…”

Ichigo took the opportunity to slip the phone from his ear and quickly check the menus, finding that there indeed was a speaker function, and he turned it on.

“…break your fucking ass. Won’t be able to walk right for a week…”

He put the phone down on the pillow. “Ren.”

“…gonna make you-”

“Renji!”

“What!” Renji spat.

“You hear me ok?”

“I hear you just fine.”

“Good. Found the speaker function.”

“Oh.”

If Ichigo wasn’t so goddamn turned on he was sure this would’ve been quite the mood breaker, but he couldn’t be bothered with the interruption or Renji’s snarled curses and instead sucked his fingers back into his mouth, working his tongue around them in an attempt to create some saliva and in the process managing to make a rather lewd slurping noise.

“…Again?” Renji whimpered. “What, are you trying to kill me here?!”

“Need to get them wet,” Ichigo mumbled, his words muffled and distorted by the digits.

“No, take ‘em out. Precome, you idiot. You should be wet enough to be able to slick up your entire fist by now. Save that damn finger sucking for when I’m with you, alright? Fuck, I wanna see you so bad!”

Renji’s words gave Ichigo an idea he was pretty sure he’d regret for the rest of his life, but the arousal burning in him combined with the ever-present need to tease the fuck out of his lover made him go for it.

As Renji continued to complain, threaten and beg, all in a mostly non-coherent jumble, Ichigo picked up the phone, quickly found the menu he was looking for and then held it up in front of his face.

He didn’t make a show of it, but he kept the fingers in his mouth, buried to the second knuckle, as he pressed a button and the recorded sound of an old fashioned camera shutter followed.

“What was that?”

Ichigo ignored Renji, quickly checked the screen to see if the picture came out ok and before he had a chance to change his mind--

“Hey, Ichigo, I heard something. What the fuck are you doing now?”

--Ichigo clicked through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for and pressed send.

The second after, he realized he had no idea if Renji’s phone could even receive picture messages and a part of him desperately started hoping that wasn’t the case, but a muted beep made his heart sink and his stomach do a flip simultaneously. Phone in one hand, he clenched the other into a tight fist and braced himself. “Check your phone.”

“Huh?”

“Check your phone.”

He heard light scraping, a clicking noise and then…. Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Ichigo found he was holding his breath again and let it out in a shaky burst. What the fuck had he been thinking? He quickly turned off the speaker function, not sure he wanted to hear whatever was coming and for a moment he even toyed with the idea of hanging up.

He gingerly held the phone up to his ear, as if he was afraid it’d bite him. Still nothing. “Um… Ren? You still there? Listen-”

“How much is a train ticket to Tokyo?”

“W-what?”

“I said ‘how much is a train ticket to Tokyo’. I’m pretty damn sure the guys in charge won’t open a Senkaimon just for me to be able to fuck a substitute shinigami through a dingy hotel bed and I won’t be able to shunpo my way over there so I’ll ask you again – How much is a train ticket to Tokyo?”

Ichigo’s jaw had dropped. He stared up at the ceiling without seeing a thing; his mind and heart racing and his cock fucking aching.

“You can say whatever the fuck you want, Ichigo, but I’m coming there. I don’t care if you’ll be home in three days. That’s three too many. Know what? Fuck the price, doesn’t matter what it costs.”

“I-”

“Listen closely,” Renji growled, sounding as serious as if they were about to head into battle. “You’re gonna message me the address to the hotel you’re at. In fact, you’re gonna send me all the details I might need: room number, how the fuck to get there from whatever train station I’m supposed to get off at, shit like that. Got me?”

Ichigo found himself smiling so broadly the corners of his mouth started to ache. “Gotcha.”

“Good. Fucking hell, Ichigo… I thought you stopped trying to kill me a long time ago but apparently you’re still out to get me, you damn tease. We’ll continue this when I get there.”

“Uh, alright.”

“I’m gonna hang up now. Need to get hold of Urahara and figure this shit out.”

Ichigo couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “You know you’re completely insane, right?”

“Your fault, dumbass. And believe me when I say you’re gonna pay.”

I fucking hope so. “I believe it when I see it, asshole.”

“I’ll see you as soon as I can.” There was a short pause. “Oh, right, one more thing.”

“…What.”

“Don’t you dare come before I get there.”

“Hey!”

But it was too late. A small beep told Ichigo the call had been ended and he slowly lowered his hand. He stared at his phone, then down at his cock which was still slick and hard, the head a deep red.

The moment after he was up on his feet and digging through his bag in search of addresses, maps and timetables.

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