Take Out

AUTHOR: Gabby0214
TITLE: Take Out Chapter 3
RATING: M/ NC 17
PAIRING: RenIchi
WARNING: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Boy Sex, Yaoi
SUMMARY: Renji’s Food Fetish, Ordering Take Out Was Never So Much Fun!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bleach, wish I did! All persons written in my stories are above the age of 18. This is a fan fiction based on fictional characters that have grown older, and are of legal age. Ichigo in this story is 19.
BETA BY: Vindictivefreak


Take Out
Chapter 3

“Ichi”, Renji said, “It’s time for the second course. Could ya roll over, please?” He asked as he wet his lips.

Renji moved back to give him room, and placed his chopsticks in the container Renji held in his other hand. Ichigo rolled over exposing how turned on he was. His cock was throbbing in anticipation. It actually jerked when he peered into Renji’s hungry stare. Renji was thrilled to see Ichigo was enjoying his self and he thought, how’d I get so lucky! Renji wrapped his free hand around Ichigo’s quivering cock causing Ichigo to hiss in pleasure. He dipped his head down and glided his soft tongue from the base of Ichigo’s dick to the tip, rolling it around the engorged head. In one quick movement, Renji took all of him deep down his throat.

Ichigo screamed, “GOD! Rrrenjii! ”

His eyes fluttered close. Ichigo tried to grab hold of anything, something solid to bring his reeling body back down to earth, Renji’s moist, hot mouth driving him crazy.

Renji lifted his mouth off of Ichigo, and smirked. Now, he thought, I think he is ready for the second course.
“You’re such a cock tease, Renji” uttered Ichigo in disappointment.

Renji just grinned at him and started to empty the contents if his take out on to Ichigo’s exposed flesh. He placed his warm Udon noodles below Ichigo’s navel. Ichigo squirmed when he felt the warmth on his lower stomach, his body enjoying the weird sensation.

Renji separated Ichigo’s thighs and lay down between them bracing on his elbows. His face was directly over Ichigo’s erection, his mouth so close to the temptation. His warm breathe gently brushed over Ichigo swollen member making it jerk in response. Ichigo began to squirm for a whole different reason.

Ichigo moaned, “You’re killing me, Renji.”

Renji smirked, “I haven’t even gotten started, yet,” and went back to his tormenting.

Scooting a little more forward causing Ichigo’s thighs to part farther, Renji bent his head down and slurped one of the Udon noodles into his mouth slowly. He wanted Ichigo to feel the warm, slick noodle slide over his skin. Renji’s eyes shuttered when he heard the soft sighs coming from his lover. He lapped at the chicken sauce that the noodles were bathed in. Tongue gliding over Ichigo’s over sensitive flesh. Renji delight in the taste of the sauce tinged with the essence of Ichigo. He continued his delicious torture until he slurped the last noodle and licked the last drop of sauce off Ichigo’s overly sensitive skin. Ichigo was writhing underneath him. Ichigo body was drenched in passion. Ichigo couldn’t believe how erotic this was. He was on fire.

Renji moved away from Ichigo and stood. He gazed down at Ichigo’s passion wrenched body. Ichigo eyes were drawn closed, his breathing was rasped. He had a light sheen coated over his body from perspiration. His hands were clutching the towel that was underneath him. Damn, he looks so fuckin amazing, Renji grasped. He tore his eyes away from the beautiful scene before him, and Renji started to look around the left over take out containers as if he had missed place something, thinking I need to lighten the mood a little. I don’t want this to end any time soon.

Ichigo managed to raise his head slightly off the ground to see what Renji was up to? He then sat up on his elbows to get a better angle to see. He saw Renji searching and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Renji remarked, “Ahh, it’s nothin. They seemed to have forgotten to bring my egg roll.”

“Well, that’s nota big of a deal is it?” answered Ichigo.

“Nah, not really,” answered Renji still looking around for his missing Egg Roll. Renji looked over at Ichigo, and a frown crept across his face. His attention moved to Ichigo face, he stared down accusingly at him.

Ichigo exclaimed, “What! I didn’t take the damn thing!”

Renji pointed at Ichigo lower waist and indignantly replied, “Well, what the hell is that, then?”

Ichigo looked down to see where Renji was indicating, and burst into laughter. Gasping for breathe and trying to say in a non-cracked voice, “Idiot, THAT’S not an Egg Roll.” He looked back at Renji.

Renji stood there with a huge grin spread from ear to ear, and in a steady tone replied,
“Well, of course it is, it’s my Egg Roll!” raising an eye brow.

Ichigo could see him trying desperately to hold back his own laughter.

Ichigo just fell back chuckling, and flung his arm over his eyes. “That’s bad, Renji. Really, really bad!”

“Oh Ichi, it’s not bad, it can be Really Good!” implied Renji as he knelt down next to Ichigo’s side and rip the packet of sweet and sour sauce he had picked up.

He drizzled the orangish sauce on to Ichigo’s still prevalent hard cock. Renji bent forward and licked a trail of the sweet and sour sauce from the erection’

“Mmmm, I love the way ya taste, Ichi” he said hoarsely.

“Ohhh, don’t stop” moaned Ichigo, “Pleasse don’t Stoppp!”

“Hmmm, see like I said, “It can be Really Good!” Renji replied.

Renji continued his tasting of Ichigo with slight strokes of his tongue, sliding up and down Ichigo’s cock, circling his tip. He lightly sucked in the head and glided his tongue around one way and then back in reverse. Renji lightly grasped the base of his of his dick, and tenderly stroked. Ichigo’s hips followed the movement of Renji’s hand, and his head thrashed from side to side. Ichigo was being tormented by the sweet, excruciating pleasure. He couldn’t catch his breathe. Renji once again engulfed the full shaft all the way down his throat. Ichigo’s body thrashed off the floor.

“FUCK!” Screamed Ichigo.

Renji mouth moved up and down over and over, teeth scraping, tongue swirling, until Ichigo was panting, “I’mmm so close. So fucking cloose! Too much, I’m gonna tooo, RENJI! “

Ichigo felt his release explode into Renji’s mouth. Renji swallowed all of it feeling the hot jet flow down his throat. He slowly pulled away with a soft, last lick to the tip which made Ichigo let out another soft moan. Ichigo looked up at his lover and watched his tongue slide over his lips relishing the taste of him.

“So, how do I taste, Ren?” Ichigo shyly inquired.

“Delectable, there’s nothin better than Berries and Cream for dessert!” Renji smiled down at him.

Ichigo laid his head back down and basking in satisfaction. He felt Renji startle him and rest his head on Ichigo’s chest. Ichigo reached over and pulled at Renji’s hair tie until his hair flowed down over his sensitive skin. He ran his fingers through the soft tresses. A soft sigh escaped Renji’s lips as Ichigo played in his hair.

Renji’s fingers skimmed over Ichigo’s arm, and murmured into his chest, “That was scrumptious. But I’m still not full, yet. Would ya mind taking care of that for me?”

When Ichigo did not respond to him, Renji lifted off of Ichigo’s chest and leaned forward. ““Ichigo, I umm…” his words lost by Ichigo kiss. Ichigo thrust his tongue into Renji’s parted lips and their tongues twisted and twirled around each other, losing both of them in the heated embrace. Ichigo pulled the red head forward to deepen the kiss. Using his hips he rolled them over. Once he was on top, he broke the kiss and quickly took care of removing the shinigami’s pants. He threw them across the room, hearing them fall with a soft thud. He looked down at Renji with lust in his eyes.

“What’s this about ya not being full, huh? Are you saying I didn’t satisfy ya?” Ichigo grunted.

“No, I didn’t mean ya...oh, god Ichi … I ohh ...” Renji panted as Ichigo grabbed is hard cock and started pumping it vigorously.

Ichigo bent forward ran his tongue around Renji’s nipple. He sucked it in between his teeth pulled on it lightly biting before releasing it. Renji groaned in response. Ichigo’s hips began to grind in time with his hand. His soft dick stirred back to life with the frantic rhythm.

“Ichigo, I can’t take it! GOD YA FEEL SO GOOD, I need ya, please, God, please FUCK me!” Renji roared.

“I think ya can take a little more, Ren. Can’t cha?” Ichigo sneered as he clenched Renji’s hair in his fist and pulled his head to the side. Ichigo roughly bit down on Renji’s exposed throat. Renji screamed out in pleasure and pain, and looked up at his devourer, their eyes locking.

His lost his breathe when he saw the heat in those melted chocolate orbs. After catching his breathe, he cried, “Damn Ichi, make me full!”

In response, Ichigo stilled his hips causing Renji to whimper in frustration. He sat back on his feet, and stood. He slowly walked over to his bed reached under the pillow, and grabbed the lubricant. Ichigo turned around to face the panting Renji, whose eyes ranked over his body. He flipped the top of the bottle and poured some of the slick substance into the palm of his hand. Ichigo reached down and grasped his cock. Renji’s eyes followed every movement as a groan escaped from his lips. Ichigo began to pump his hand. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations, his mouth dropping slightly open in desire. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a hungry stare from Renji.

“Is this what cha want?” He asked as he glanced down at his moving fist.

“God, yesss, I want to feel ya deep inside me.” Renji whimpered.

“I want ya to fill me until you can’t fit anymore, to bury that large, hard cock inside me!” Renji growled.

“Well, since ya put it that way, sure” Ichigo grinned.

Ichigo made his way back to Renji and demanded, “Up on your knees!”

Renji was more than happy to comply. He quickly got into position with his ass in the air, his forehead to the ground. Ichigo coated his fingers with the wet lube, and insert one into the soft opening. Renji moaned from the penetration. Ichigo slide a second finger in, and started to scissor Renji until he was stretched and ready for him.

Renji pleaded with him, “Please now, Ichigo, I need you… NOW!”

Ichigo coated himself with more of the lubricant, closed the lid and threw it onto the bed. He took his cock and rubbed the tip down Renji’s crack.

Renji moaned, “Ohhhh, Ichiii!”

Ichigo moved into position and slowly inserted into Renji’s tight entrance, prolonging the exquisite pleasure, his hands holding Renji’s hips still.

Finally completely inserted, he grabbed Renji by the hair yanking his head back with one hand, and with the other spanked his ass.

Causing Renji to hollered, “Son ova bitch, Ichi.”

Ichigo grunted, “Is this full enough for ya, Ren”

“Yesss, Ichigo, yes!” Renji rasped.

Ichigo released his grip of Renji’s hair, and clinched his hands to his hips. Ichigo pulled out and slammed back in melding them together.

Renji cried out, “Oh, FUCK!”

Ichigo rhythmically set the pace as he slide back and forth. He found the spot that made Renji squeal. And over and over again, he thrust over it and into Renji’s tight sheath.

He slowed his movements and pulled almost all the way out. With a roll of hips, Ichigo pushed back into him, spiraling Renji as he inserted himself. Renji groaned at the sensation of being literally and figuratively screwed by Ichigo. Ichigo continued screwing Renji until Renji’s body started to shudder from passion.

Ichigo lost his rhythm and exclaimed, “Ren, you feel… SO! DAMN! GOOD!”

Losing all control he began to slam harder and harder into Renji. He was reaching his peak as his body slammed, thrust, fucked Renji senseless. His skin stinging as their skin slapped each other in the intense, frantic pace. So close, so fucking close, his mind reveled. Biting his lip, drawing blood, holding back his release until his lover reached his. He could tell Renji was almost, almost….

Renji screamed, “Ichigoooo” as he released his seed.

Ichigo couldn’t hold back any longer. Hearing Renji cry out his name, feeling Renji’s body squeeze him, it was just too much! With one final thrust, his pushed himself as deep as he could go, and a wave of euphoria crashed over him. In a silent scream, he emptied himself into Renji, surrendering both of them complete fulfillment.

Ichigo pulled out of Renji and his body flopped to the floor. He was thoroughly spent, his body tingling with the after shocks. Renji body fell to the side of Ichigo. They both laid there trying to catch their breath and still their racing hearts.

When Renji could speak, he rolled his head towards Ichigo and snickered,”Wow, that’s what I call a Feast!”

Ichigo chuckled, “Yummy!”