Is that a Bow?

Ichigo shuffled his feet uncomfortably and scratched the back of his head. To say he was confused was an understatement.

"What are you doing?" he asked his visitor, the one who was sprawled on his bed wearing not a stitch of clothing.

"Lying on your bed." came the response.

"I can see that," Ichigo snorted. "Why are you lying on my bed and why are you doing it naked?" a trace of irritation made its way into Ichigo's voice.

"I thought it would be fun, besides I'm not completely naked." a long, slender finger pointed.

"Is that a ribbon?" he asked, the other confirming that yes, it wad indeed a ribbon, tied neatly in a bow.

"On your uh, on your..." Ichigo nodded in the direction of the decoration.

"On my cock, yes."

"But why, Renji?"

Renji grinned and shrugged.

"Thought it might be fun."

Ichigo blushed and Renji laughed, a genuinely amused sound which made Ichigo blush deeper.

"What is it with shinigami and nudity?" snarling out the question, Ichigo cast his mind back to the first time he had seen Yoruichi in her human form.

"What is it with you and nudity? You have a problem with my beautiful body?”

Ichigo wouldn’t have believed it possible, but he flushed even deeper.

“We’re both the same underneath our clothes,” Renji continued and moved to cup his genitals in his hand. “Hmmm, maybe not quite the same. If I remember correctly, I’m slightly larger.”

That did it. As if it wasn’t bad enough coming home to find a nearly naked – mustn’t forget that bow – shinigami on his bed, now the very same nearly naked shinigami was impugning his masculinity. A challenge if ever there was one! Unable to control his fiery temper, Ichigo acted before he though and quickly removed every scrap of clothing he wore.

“Told you I’m bigger.” Renji pointed at Ichigo’s flaccid penis and then to his own. Ichigo saw red.

“Of course you are! You’re lying there with a raging boner and I’m…I’m…what the hell are you doing?”

“Levelling the playing field.” It was hard to talk with a cock in your mouth, Renji mused.

Ichigo groaned as Renji worked on getting him hard. Truth be told, it didn’t actually take that much effort – not that Ichigo would admit to that. Instead, he threaded his fingers into the hair of the man knelt before him and attempted to guide Renji’s movements. Insufferable pain in the ass or not, Renji gave good head.

“Fuck Renji, you’re good at this.” Ichigo gasped, desperately trying not to give into his urges and thrust deeply into Renji’s throat.

“Hmm,” Renji hummed his agreement which caused the most delicious vibrations along Ichigo’s erection, causing the boy to shudder. Much more of this, and he would…

“Shit.” Too late. Renji swallowed reflexively around Ichigo’s pulsing cock, slurping loudly and digging his fingers into Ichigo’s thighs to save from gagging.

When the last few drops were milked from Ichigo’s body, Renji sat back his expression very much the cat that got the cream. Which in a way, he supposed he had. Ichigo on the other hand wore the look of someone who had suddenly discovered that they were somewhere they didn’t want to be, doing something they didn’t want to do. Probably. A look of horror crossed his face. He hastily scooped up his discarded clothes and escaped to the bathroom.

“Hey! What about me?” Renji called after him, amused even though his arousal had been painfully ignored.

“Do it yourself, bastard!”

The slamming of the bathroom door told Renji that if he wanted relief, he would indeed be doing it himself. Still, it was worth it. He really enjoyed getting Ichigo so worked up and one of these days, all of his hard work would pay off and he would get his man. Until then, he’d content himself with the steadily increasing episodes which took place in what Ichigo called ‘the heat of the moment’. Renji sighed and tugged at the bow.

“No point in wearing this,” he carefully folded it and placed it into a pouch. “For now.”

The end.