Phone sex

Getting into a pair of skintight jeans while sporting an erection that just refused to budge wasn’t an easy thing.

This Ichigo knew, standing in front of a full-size mirror in a small hotel room in Shinjuku, Tokyo.

In the end he managed to button up properly, but his cock, pressed tight against his stomach, ached as it rubbed against the waistline.

There was already a dark stain of precome on the grey fabric of his underwear and the way the cotton now almost slid over the glans when Ichigo moved made him grit his teeth. He had a nagging fear the friction would be enough to actually make him climax when he started walking.

He gingerly stepped over to the little duffel bag standing on the floor and grabbed the loosest, longest shirt he could find and put it on, finishing his outfit off with a an over-sized cherry red hoodie that reached down way past his hips.

He’d been an idiot not to pack comfier pants, but had figured two pairs would last him six days and had picked his favorites - both very slim pairs of jeans.

Checking himself in the mirror from all the different angles he could, he sighed in relief when it was clear it didn’t show he had a hard-on. Sure it would be torture to go outside and pick up Renji like this but at least it wouldn’t be completely humiliating.

Unless, of course, he came on his way over there.

Ichigo grabbed his phone and checked the time. Time to get going. Renji would be at the station in twenty minutes and Ichigo had a feeling he would have to walk slowly on his way there.

Three hours had passed since Renji had hung up on him after swearing he was going to come over to the hotel he was staying at and fuck him silly. The train from Karakura took about an hour to reach Shinjuku station and apparently Renji had managed to get hold of Urahara pretty quickly, making the man help him pick a train and make sure he got on it.

Ichigo wondered if there had been bribes involved.

Despite having given Renji detailed instructions on how to get from the station to the hotel, Ichigo had decided it was best to pick him up. He didn’t trust Renji’s sense of direction one bit; he could hardly count the times the redhead had gotten lost in Karakura when left on his own.

In fact, Ichigo would be impressed if Renji actually managed to get off at the right stop. He had had to change trains at Shinjuku station and given the size of that place it was easy for anyone to get lost.

But Renji hadn’t called and Ichigo decided to assume that meant Renji was actually on his way. Impressive.

--

The walk to the station went surprisingly well. Sure, it didn’t help that every step he took brought him one step closer to Renji: his mind was full of images of Renji pushing him up against the wall in his hotel room, kissing the fuck out of him, Renji sinking to his knees and taking him in his mouth, giving him that sort of blowjob that was just right, something he was an expert at. That last thought did make Ichigo pause, taking a moment to gather himself while pretending to look at something in a display window. (Later he realized he had no idea of what the store actually had been selling, he’d been too occupied trying not to come.) But still, he had managed to not make a fool of himself.

The image of Renji actually doing what he had threatened to do over the phone, making Ichigo pay, fucking him through the mattress, was the one Ichigo for the life of him couldn’t shake, and it was that image that lingered in his head when he arrived at the station.

Since Renji wasn’t there yet, Ichigo busied himself with his cell phone, checking his mail and voice mail although he knew no one had called – anything to take his mind off things.

For ten long minutes Ichigo stood at the exit of the station, shifting from foot to foot and trying not to think about a naked Renji hoisting Ichigo’s legs onto his shoulders and pushing inside him with a deep moan, one of those moans Ichigo had managed to squeeze out of him on the phone. He might as well try to stop breathing. Getting Renji out of his mind was impossible and damn his jeans really were too tight.

Ichigo was busy trying to hold himself back from pushing his hand inside his pants and adjusting his cock when someone leaned over his shoulder from behind and whispered ‘hey, baby’ in his ear.

He spun around, one fist clenched and ready to strike, a reflex when dealing with Renji he had never learned to shake.

Finding Renji relaxed, arms by his sides, Ichigo unclenched his hand and offered a rather sheepish smile. “Hey…”

“So you came to pick me up, huh?” Renji took a step back and shoved his hands in the pockets of his thin leather jacket.

He looked great, a smile big enough to show off slightly pointed canines splitting his face, a wicked glint in his eye. Adding a pair of straight-legged jeans, shoes matching his jacket and the usual stupid ponytail and plain white bandana to that picture Ichigo found himself unable to tear his eyes away. He was reminded of the fact it had indeed been a full month since they last saw each other.

He shook his head lightly to clear his mind. “I had to, didn’t I? You always get lost. I could’ve given you a map and you’d still end up somewhere else.” He tried on a smirk and hoped it looked convincing instead of… What was that feeling? Nervousness? Yeah, Ichigo was nervous and anticipation raced alongside it in his head, nearly making him dizzy.

Renji snorted. “Dude, I found my way through Shibuya station and took the right train here. It would probably have been easier to navigate myself through an uncharted jungle.”

“Except there are very clear signs everywhere at the station telling you where to go.”

“Whatever.” Renji took a step forward again, standing so close Ichigo could feel the heat radiating from him. “Look, I didn’t come here to throw insults. Let’s go to the hotel.”

Ichigo swallowed. “Alright, but, um… We might need to stop somewhere to buy, you know.”

“Lube?”

Ichigo punched Renji in the arm. “Not so loud!” he hissed.

“Fuck, Ichigo… It’s not like anyone cares.” Renji rubbed his arm with a scowl. “Besides, I’ve already got us covered. Brought some with me.”

That made Ichigo’s insides tingle even more. “Good thinking,” he muttered.

“Can we go already? Otherwise I might have to tell you right here among all these people what I want to- Hey!”

Ichigo had turned on his heel and started walking.

They walked back to the hotel in silence, Renji with his hands kept in his pockets, Ichigo with his arms crossed over his chest. The heated tension between them was so thick Ichigo could almost taste it as he accepted the key to his room from the smirking portiere; it was even thicker as they stood side by side in the elevator, both looking up at the little display counting the floors.

It wasn’t until they were inside the room, the door closed and locked behind them, the little ‘do not disturb’ sign hanging on the outside handle, before one of them spoke again.

“It’s pretty much as I imagined it.” Renji was craning his neck to check the room out as he was pulling his jacket off and kicking his shoes to the side. “You did a good job describing it.”

“Wasn’t much to describe.” Ichigo placed his sneakers neatly by the door before grabbing Renji’s jacket without asking and putting it on a hanger.

“I guess… So!” Renji clapped his hands together. “Here we are.”

“Yep. Here we are…”

“You know, I came so fucking hard after we hung up. Took two pulls before I blew my load.”

“You what?!” Ichigo paused from putting the hanger up and stared at his lover over his shoulder.

“I had to take the edge off; wouldn’t have survived the train ride otherwise.”

He dropped the jacket and turned around, anger and a weird sense of betrayal rising like bile in his throat. “You fucker! I wasn’t allowed to-”

“I’m sure you did anyways.”

“I didn’t!”

Renji raised a tattooed brow. “Really? You never do what I tell you unless it suits you.”

“I...”

“Which means it suited you.”

“Stop smirking!” Ichigo had to take a step back, his back colliding with the bathroom door, as Renji stepped in and planted a hand on each side of Ichigo’s head.

“You liked it.” Renji was practically leering, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You liked being told not to come.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against Ichigo’s temple. “You saved yourself for me...”

“S-shut up,” Ichigo forced out, humiliation blooming in his belly as he realized Renji was right. The growled order he’d been given on the phone had excited him, but he’d be damned if he told Renji that. He jerked his head to the side, away from Renji’s lips, and screwed his eyes shut, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

Renji followed, nudging one of the heated cheeks with his nose. “Bet it wouldn’t take much for you to come right now. You were so close... and it’s been hours. You gotta be in pain.” The sound of him wetting his lips nearly made Ichigo whine. “Goddamn, Ichigo...”

Ichigo put his hands on Renji’s chest and gave a halfhearted push, still keeping his eyes closed. Renji’s right. Damnit, when it came to these things Renji was always right.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand slid down his hip, in under hoodie and shirt, and cupped his aching cock.

“You’ve been like this all along?” Renji dragged his lips along Ichigo’s jaw as he spoke. “Were you hard when you went to pick me up?”

“Fuck you.”

The heel of the large hand ground against Ichigo, the fabric of his underwear creating friction that bordered on painful and he caught his tongue between his teeth not to make some pathetic noise.

“Would this be enough to make you come, Ichigo? Rubbing you like this? Bet you’d blow your load in your pants like a little virgin. Imagine the mess...”

Ichigo closed his hands into tight fists, grabbing two handfuls of Renji’s shirt. He realized he was panting as he tilted his head back, Renji’s lips slipping from his jaw down his throat, and banged the back of his head against the door to try and collect his whirling thoughts, to be able to think at all. “Weren’t...” He swallowed hard and let out a quiet moan as Renji’s lips parted and closed over his Adam’s apple, following it as it bobbed. “...weren’t you supposed to fuck me? A-all I hear is talk.”

Renji chuckled, little puffs of air that cooled the saliva on Ichigo’s skin. He pushed harder with his hand and then started moving it, down until his fingers slipped between slim thighs and then back up again, pressing them against the swollen tip through the thick fabric. “You’re right.” With a light nip at Ichigo’s throat Renji straightened, gazing down at his upturned face. He let go of Ichigo’s cock and instead put a finger under his chin, tilting his head back further. “Ask me nicely and I will.”

Great, Renji was in full sadist mode. This meant he’d probably tease and torment Ichigo until he broke before he’d be allowed to come. Ichigo toyed with the thought of locking himself in the bathroom and just jerking off instead.

Fuck Renji and his games; his mocking eyes and long fingers and wet lips and... just fuck him.

Fuck him...

Instead of answering, Ichigo reached up and dug his fingers into Renji’s ponytail, grabbing it tightly and pulling his head down before pressing their lips together in a rough kiss. The surprised moan he got in return set his blood on fire. Renji could play the cool sadist all he wanted. Let him play his little games. If he wouldn’t give Ichigo what he wanted – no, needed – then Ichigo would make him.

After pushing into Renji’s mouth and meeting the eager tongue waiting there, Ichigo tugged Renji’s head back by the hair and tried to put as much determination into his eyes as he could while desperately trying to ignore the quivering little string of saliva that connected their mouths for a moment before breaking. “You talk too much.” He tugged harder.

Renji stared down at Ichigo, the vicious grin that was spreading across his face losing some of its impact when combined with the deep pink blotches on his cheeks. “You love it when I talk. You think I don’t know how much you love my voice? It’s so easy to tell. As soon as I drop it when we’re fucking, your face goes slack.”

Ichigo clenched his teeth. “That might be so, but listen: I’ve been more or less hard for more than three fucking hours and this is not the fucking time for games, alright?”

Something softened in Renji’s eyes, making Ichigo’s stomach do a flip. His hands slid down Ichigo’s sides and came to a rest on his hips, thumbs rubbing defined hip bones through the denim. The grin faded into a far less feral smile. “I’ve missed you, you little bastard.”

“Just shut up.” Ichigo ended the conversation with another kiss, this time wrapping his arms around Renji’s shoulders and getting up on his tiptoes to even out the height difference. The last thing he needed now was some sappy shit – he needed to get fucked.

What followed next was a flurry of tangled limbs and rumpled clothes, Ichigo cringing when he heard a seam tear as his shirt was tugged off.

They somehow managed to make it to the bed, Renji pushing Ichigo down on it and landing on top of him with a grunt.

Ichigo fought to push him off but with his legs trapped by jeans Renji had only managed to tug down to mid-thigh, and his arms stretched above his head, wrists crossed and held in a vice grip, he didn’t manage to do much more than thrust his hips. A white-hot bolt of arousal ran through him as Renji met the thrust and ground down.

“Take your clothes off,” Ichigo hissed, bucking his hips again.

Renji answered by crushing their mouths together and sucking Ichigo’s tongue into his mouth, milking it with his lips until it hurt, until Ichigo started wondering if he would be able to come from that sensation alone.

He pushed the thought aside and worked his wrists free, squeezed his hands in between their bodies, trying to work Renji’s jeans open.

It was hard. Renji was thrusting against him, rubbing their cocks together, and the small metal rivets along the waistband of his jeans dug into Ichigo’s knuckles, making them ache.

Finally he gave up and instead buried his fingers in Renji’s ponytail again and yanked it hard. It felt as if his tongue nearly followed as Renji’s head jerked back.

“Ow, fuck!” Renji snarled.

“Yeah, ow,” Ichigo replied with a growl. “Clothes. Off.”

The second Renji slid off Ichigo to kneel beside him, Ichigo tugged his own jeans down and kicked them off along with his socks, sticky briefs follow right after. He got up on his knees, pushed Renji onto his back with more force than was necessary and started working on getting his pants open.

“Fuck, Ichigo, you’d think we haven’t seen each other in a year.” Renji was watching him with an incredulous look on his face while trying to work his arms free from his t-shirt. He pulled it over his head and threw it to the side before smacking Ichigo’s unsteady hands away and finished tugging down the fly himself.

“Wouldn’t you be?” Ichigo muttered as he grabbed onto the legs of Renji’s jeans and tugged them off in one, harsh movement. “Told ya, I’ve been like this for hours, just because you…” He sighed and paused to rub a hand over his face.

Just because you told me not to get off. I hated you for it, for being so fucking cruel, but-

He grunted as Renji hooked a hand behind his neck and pulled him down, their foreheads knocking together and making them both curse loudly, but instead of pulling back, Renji tightened his grip. “I love that you did, babe. I love that you obeyed. I love that you’re aching for me. Thank you.” He brushed his lips against Ichigo’s. “Now get the lube and get on your belly.”

--

He had slid his third finger into Ichigo when a song started playing.

The sound made them both start, the jerky movement of Renji’s hand wringing a surprised yelp from Ichigo.

“My phone,” he gasped.

After a short moment Renji leaned down over him and nipped at the nape of his neck. “Check who it is.”

There was hell and wickedness in that voice, Ichigo could tell, but he still reached out and grabbed the phone from the pocket of his jeans that lay crumpled by one of the hotel pillows, and checked the little screen. “Keigo,” he muttered.

“Answer it.” Renji sat up.

“What?!” Ichigo looked over his shoulder at Renji and nearly winced at the searing look he was met with. “Are you insane?! It’s nothing impor- ungh...”

Big-knuckled fingers twisted inside him, curling and rubbing and instantly stealing his sanity.

“You owe me, Ichigo. Answer it.”

“No way, you fucking freak…” Ichigo shook his head, staring down at the phone still ringing and buzzing in his hand.

“If you don’t, I’ll pull out right now and leave.”

“You wouldn’t,” Ichigo hissed. But he knew Renji. He would. Just to spite Ichigo, he would. To prove a point, to piss him off, to show who he believed was in charge.

And Ichigo wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle that. Not now.

With shaky fingers he flipped the phone open. “Yo.” He was relieved when he noticed his voice didn’t sound very strained. Yet.

“Ichigo,” Keigo whined, drawing out the last vowel until he ran out of air. “Why don’t you pick up right away when your favorite friend is calling?”

Behind him Ichigo could hear Renji chuckle quietly, Keigo’s voice ringing out so loudly they both heard it perfectly. Then Renji twisted his fingers again, slowly pulling out a bit before stabbing them back in.

Ichigo gasped in surprise.

“Ichigo, are you there?” Keigo’s voice was even whineier now.

“Y-yeah, I’m here. Sorry.”

“What are you doing? You sound all winded. Have you been chasing girls? I bet you have. Maybe one of those sweet girls dolled up in little lolita dresses, you know the ones with all those frills and laces and sometimes the skirts are so short you...”

The next stab made Ichigo grunt, but his time he had the presence to bury his face in the pillow first.

Renji slapped his ass lightly, urging him to continue the conversation.

He lifted his head. “Been out for a run.” It was the first thing he could think of that would explain his breathlessness.

“How can you waste time exercising when you’re in the big city?” Keigo sounded incredulous.

“Just...” Ichigo swore under his breath as the tips of Renji’s fingers brushed against his prostate. “...felt like it.”

The next he knew Renji pulled out and he closed his eyes hard, praying some common sense had entered the idiot’s head, making him hold back until Ichigo could hang up.

Instead he heard the snap of a lid he knew must belong to the bottle of lube.

“Stop being so healthy and weird! How come you didn’t invite me to go with you, anyways?! We could’ve had so much fun!”

Renji shuffled forwards, straddling the top of Ichigo’s thighs.

“Blame my… dad.” Remembering how to speak became close to impossible as it fully dawned on him what was about to happen. The wet noise of Renji jerking off with a slick hand only confirmed it.

“But I would’ve paid!” Keigo complained in a shrill voice which ordinarily would’ve made Ichigo cringe but he now barely even heard.

Renji hunched down, his mouth right behind Ichigo’s ear. “Not a peep,” he whispered.

Ichigo nodded, too dazed to even protest.

As he felt Renji spread him open with one hand he registered somewhere in the back of his head that Keigo was speaking but he couldn’t understand a word. All he was able to comprehend was the feeling of the blunt head of Renji’s cock breaching him. He bit his lip hard and was about to slam a fist into the headboard at the sensation of sheer pressure of Renji slowly pushing inside him, but caught himself at the last moment and held still, trembling with the effort.

When Renji after what seemed like an eternity was buried to the hilt, he stilled. Ichigo could hear his breaths, slow and ragged, and prayed to whatever deities might be listening in that Keigo didn’t hear them too.

Keigo! Ichigo had barely given him a thought for fuck knows how long now. As he focused on his phone he realized Keigo was still speaking in his ear, but about what he had no idea so he hummed and muttered a vague ‘yeah’.

This earned him a roll of Renji’s hips. He could feel the mattress give slightly as Renji braced himself on his fists on each side of Ichigo’s shoulders, and he held his breath.

Renji was going to fuck him.

Ichigo should hang up, he knew he should hang up, but there was something that held him back. He couldn’t figure out what. He refused to figure out what.

The next gentle roll of Renji’s hips made Ichigo make a funny little noise in the back of his throat despite himself. The one after that had him pushing back and clenching around the length inside him but a big hand splayed on the small of his back told him to hold still, so he did.

Renji moved slowly, carefully making sure the bed didn’t creak, but also making sure to nail Ichigo’s prostate with every thrust right from the start.

Ichigo had to bury his face in the pillow again, spitting out a whole string of curses before holding the phone back up to his ear.

”Hey buddy, are you sure you’re alright? You sound like you’re about to bust a nut or something...” It was scary how perceptive Keigo could be at times, considering how completely clueless he was the rest of it, and Ichigo reminded himself to not forget the fact that if he didn’t get a hold on himself his friend, no matter how slow he was, would figure out what was going on.

"Just stretching,” he ground out. ”Been a while since, ah-” Pleasure shot through him as one thrust in particular hit home. ”...since I did, uh, this.”

”Since you went running?”

Ichigo was about to answer when Renji suddenly sank down on top of him, every inch of his cock buried deep, and bit his shoulder hard. He screwed his eyes shut, his mouth opening in a silent scream.

Asshole, asshole, asshole! I’m gonna kill you! Gonna rip your guts out as soon as I hang up, gonna-

As soon as the bite let up Renji’s mouth traveled up the side of Ichigo’s neck, leaving a cool, wet smear of saliva behind that made him shiver, before lips closed around his earlobe and sucked hard.

He felt as if he was about to burst. The throbbing pain in his shoulder only enhanced all the other sensations sloshing in his veins, burning through his body.

”Keep talking...” Renji’s voice was barely a whisper. The moment after he started moving again, staying flat on top of Ichigo and only rocking his hips; short, teasing little thrusts that were nowhere near enough.

Ichigo realized he had to play along to get what he wanted. ”Yeah,” he gasped into the phone. ”Must’ve pulled a muscle or something... Hurts like a bitch.”

Keigo seemed to settle for the lie. He gave an airy laugh and launched into an account of how he the last time he went running, during gym class, had managed to sneak into the girls’ locker room afterwards – a story Ichigo had heard a dozen times before and he mouthed a silent 'thank you’ to no one in particular and stopped even trying to focus on the conversation.

Renji’s exhalations were hot and moist against his ear. ”Feels good, doesn’t it, getting fucked without him knowing a thing...” he breathed. ”You like this, don’t even try to deny it. You kinky little fuck.”

Ichigo was about to hang up, buck Renji off and then beat him up to within an inch of his life, he was. The asshole was wrong – Ichigo didn’t enjoy this. He was humiliated beyond belief and he was furious and…

…that wasn’t exactly true now, was it?

“Does he even know you take it up the ass..?”

“Fuck,” Ichigo hissed. He could hear the leer in Renji’s voice, despite it being barely audible. The same feeling he’d gotten when Renji had called him a slut on the phone earlier that day was making itself known again; clawing in his belly, desperate to be released – a dirty, dirty little beast demanding attention.

As Keigo, his perfectly clueless, perfectly straight friend, was babbling away in his ear, (possibly still about his adventures in the girls’ locker room, Ichigo had no idea) Renji was teasing and taunting him, setting him on fire, fucking him.

And Ichigo was getting off on it.

He sure as hell didn’t want Keigo to find out what was actually going on, but the risk, the sheer thrill, of getting caught made him wonder if he’d be able to come simply from Renji’s thrusts.

Maybe if Renji fucked him harder so his cock would rub against the sheets, maybe-

A loud wail interrupted Ichigo’s thoughts. For a second he was sure it was he who had made the noise and his stomach lurched. Then he realized it was actually Keigo and he took a deep breath through his nose, trying to gather some calm to be able to speak.

”I, uh... Sorry – ngh – Keigo, what was that?”

”You’re not even listening,” Keigo complained loudly and well, yeah, Ichigo had to admit he was completely right about that.

”Yeah, sorry. I’m-”

Renji chuckled quietly in Ichigo’s ear, making him tense up, which in return made Renji buck against him.

”-having trouble focusing today. Dude, can we talk later instead?”

Strong hips snapped forwards, making the bed creak lightly once, twice.

”Ichigo...” Keigo’s voice suddenly sounded oddly subdued, the usual whine gone. “Are you busy busy?”

Fuck!

”Don’t be stupid.” Ichigo’s found his heart beating so fast and hard his ribcage ached.

”Ichigo-”

”Gotta go, Keigo. I’ll call you later.” He hung up. He knew that by doing that he’d pretty much confirmed his friend’s suspicions but there was nothing to be done. In his stomach arousal and complete mortification collided and blended together, making him want to scream, making him feel dirty.

He threw the phone to the side and dug his fingers into the sheets, fisting them hard, and opened his mouth, about to shout at Renji, tell him what a fucking idiot he was, ask how he fucking dared do something so stupid...

”He found out?” Renji panted, not pausing for a second but instead having picked up the pace the second Ichigo snapped his phone shut.

”God-fucking-damnit, Renji, harder! ”

Well, that didn’t come out right.

“Hands and knees.” Renji grabbed Ichigo’s hips and pulled, not giving him much choice but to obey.

Ichigo managed to remain like that for a shaky minute, the hard thrusts threatening to force him up against the headboard, before he sank down on his elbows to be able to brace himself.

The grip on his hips tightened.

“Oh, that’s nice. You’ve no idea of how hot you look when you stick your ass in the air like that.”

Ichigo actually did have an idea. Not because he had ever watched himself in the position he in was now, but every time he assumed it Renji pretty much went crazy. He found himself smiling crookedly and leaned his forehead on his hands, arching his back a little more as he did and enjoying the deep groan that followed.

Apparently jerking off before getting on the train had worked wonders for Renji. Ichigo had no idea of how long they’d kept at it but he knew it was definitely longer than usual, and Renji showed no sign of being close or slowing down. Sure he was panting like a goddamn dog during a hot summer day and sure Ichigo could feel drops of sweat splash against his back but the redhead’s hips kept working relentlessly.

Ichigo on the other hand felt as if he’d been teetering on the edge for way too long. It would take so little to push him over but he just wasn’t able to get there. If he tried jerking himself off he’d keel over and Renji sure didn’t seem interested in giving a hand.

Long minutes passed. Renji did slow down a little but only to be able to run his filthy mouth, letting Ichigo know exactly how good it felt, how hot he looked, how tight he was, wondering if he was sore and saying he hoped that was the case. Ichigo deserved it after all, being such a fucking tease.

To Ichigo’s surprise the topic of him sucking on his fingers, the very reason Renji had lost it and gone to Tokyo, never came up and he wondered if he should just go for it. Maybe that would be the final push needed. Renji would definitely go nuts.

But Ichigo didn’t want his fingers in his mouth, he wanted Renji’s, and Renji’s hands were busy making sure Ichigo’s hips would have bruises the shape of fingertips when they were done.

So his mind travelled further.

And it hit him.

“Tell me.”

“What?” Renji panted.

“Tell me what you said on the phone. What you called me…”

“Fucking hell, Ichigo.”

“I’m so close,” Ichigo groaned, backing up against Renji with a snap of his hips to drive his point home.

Renji grunted and finally slowed down until he was completely still, draped himself over Ichigo’s back and grabbed a handful of orange hair, roughly tugging Ichigo’s head to the side. “Look at me.”

Ichigo obeyed, watching Renji’s face out of the corner of his eye.

Renji held his stare, almost as if he was challenging him to look away, and wet his lips slowly, deliberately. “Slut.”

“Oh fuck…”

“You dirty… little… slut.”

Ichigo choked on a moan as he realized he was about to come without even being touched, that one simple little word enough to finally hurl him over the edge. “Gonna…”

The hand left his head and instead wrapped around his cock, squeezing it hard. “Do it,” Renji growled.

So he did, letting out a too-loud shout he’d regret for hours afterwards and clawing the mattress until his fingertips hurt.

Behind him Renji kept repeating “Like that… Yeah, like that…” and the sound of his voice, of the voice Ichigo loved more than anything, kept pushing him, making it seem as if his orgasm just wouldn’t end and still the hand on his cock barely even moved, only squeezing the head and part of the shaft in a broken rhythm.

When Ichigo’s hard shudders subsided into shivers, Renji released him and instead took hold of his free hip, his hand now wet and sticky. “You better brace yourself.”

“Can’t,” Ichigo groaned. “Can barely even…” He tried to support himself on his hands but fell down to his elbows again.

“Don’t care.” Renji’s voice was strained. The second after, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming himself back in with a grunt.

Ichigo barely managed to avoid smashing his nose against the headboard, turning his head to the side at the last moment and taking the blow to his cheek instead. “Fuck, Renji!”

Renji didn’t reply. Instead he repeated the move, even harder this time and Ichigo gathered strength he didn’t even know he had left and braced himself like he’d been told.

He hung on to the headboard for dear life, Renji was for all he knew trying to fuck him through the goddamn wall. Every thrust forced air Ichigo desperately needed from his lungs and he couldn’t do much else but gasp, the world rapidly growing grey around the edges the moments he managed to keep his eyes open.

It hurt, Ichigo couldn’t deny that. It was as if Renji was intent on making sure Ichigo got so well-fucked it actually would last him another month, just like he’d said on the phone.

If he kept this up it was likely Ichigo wouldn’t even be able to sit for a month.

“Renji, ngh, you gotta-” Slow down, stop, ease up, give me more, make it last, come…

“Slut.”

Ichigo, to his surprise, felt his cock twitch.

“Fucking slut!”

Oh holy hell.

“Gonna fill you up.”

Words that would just be rude, too vulgar and cheesy had they come from anyone else, fit Renji’s mouth so well it was as if he’d invented them. And there was no lack of them, they kept spilling from his lips, jumbled and cut off, making no sense but still making Ichigo hang his head with a moan.

“God, you… You whore.” Renji managed one final, rough thrust before hunching down and burying his teeth in Ichigo’s shoulder with a groan so deep Ichigo could feel the vibrations against his back. Strong arms slipped around his waist and tightened, keeping him perfectly still as Renji came deep inside him.

Finally Renji slumped and they both went down. Ichigo didn’t mind Renji flattening him against the mattress, though, he was just grateful he was finally allowed to rest his trembling arms and legs.

As Renji shifted on top of him, Ichigo could feel how they both were absolutely drenched in sweat, the slippery slide of skin against skin feeling both pleasant and making him want to take a shower.

Renji muttered something against his neck.

“Huh?”

“S’it good?”

“Would’ve been better if you hadn’t forced me to talk to fucking Keigo, you ass.”

Renji planted a row of sloppy kisses on Ichigo’s aching, marked shoulder. “Told you already, you never do anything I tell you unless it suits you.” He chuckled quietly. “You should call him back, by the way.”

Ichigo scowled, the afterglow quickly cooling off along with their sweaty bodies. “I’m never gonna talk to him again.”

“Just tell him you had a pretty little Tokyo girl sucking your cock. You’ll be his hero.”

His scowl deepened. “I don’t wanna do that.”

“Hm? Why not?”

“Least I can do is tell him it was a pretty little Tokyo guy doing it...”

“Really now?” Renji chortled, his mouth so close to Ichigo’s ear he winced at the volume.

“Should’ve told him ages ago,” Ichigo mumbled.

“Oh c’mon, don’t beat yourself up over that. Besides, maybe you don’t even have to, maybe he heard me. Maybe he realized you were getting fucked.”

“Right back to ‘never gonna talk to him again’, then.”

There was a quiet snort and then Ichigo’s shoulder was once again covered in wet little kisses.

“You’re sayin’ you need to be the one topping…” Renji emphasized the word with a roll of his hips, reminding Ichigo he was still inside him, although just barely. “…if you’re gonna come out to him?”

“Renji…”

“Less of a man if you’re the one getting fucked?”

“You know that’s not-”

Renji ground his hips down again, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he dragged his lips along the rim of Ichigo’s ear. “’Cause that’s bullshit.”

“Renji, just shut up. Maybe I’d just be a bit more comfortable admitting a blowjob than a fullblown fuck, ok?”

Back to normal then – bickering before Renji had even pulled out. Ichigo buried his face in the pillow with a frustrated groan; a groan which before long morphed into a laugh that made his shoulders shake. Before long Renji followed, muffling his own chuckles against Ichigo’s neck.

After managing to get himself under control Ichigo lifted his head and rubbed his cheek against Renji’s hair. “Missed you too, asshole.”

Renji rubbed back. “I know, baby. I know.”

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