Another first

This is a free-standing shortish PWP, a drabble really, where the events take place after what happened in my longish fic Of birds and bees which can be found here http:// www. fanfiction .net /s/5054799/1/Of_birds_and_bees
Just remove the spaces.
(nevermind the first chapter, which is corny. It was my very first fic.)

Un-beta:d and hastily edited. I hope there aren’t too many mistakes in it.

Word count: 1656

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Ichigo sat back on his heels on the bed and looked down at his index and middle finger. They were slick, glistening with the lube Renji had provided. He rubbed his thumb against them, felt how slippery they were, and then looked down at Renji who was spread open beneath him.

He cleared his throat. Wanted to say something, ask for permission, tell Renji how sexy he looked, anything. But nothing would come out. Instead he reached out and dragged his fingers along the inside of a strong, tattooed thigh, watched as Renji twitched, heard him grunt. He let his fingers slide in, up, down the underside of Renji’s swollen cock, over the balls, pausing to press against the perineum, leaving a wet trail behind him.

He looked up, studied Renji’s face. This wasn’t really a big deal, he’d been inside his lover before, fucked his brains out to be honest. But he had never put his fingers inside him. It’s not like he didn’t want to, but… It made him nervous. It was so intimate.

“C’mon, Ichi…” Renji sounded breathless, his voice a harsh whisper.

Ichigo slid his fingers lower, a touch light as feathers over Renji’s entrance, enough to make the big shinigami shudder hard and open his legs even wider. The reaction made Ichigo bolder. He pushed softly, felt the puckered opening give way and let the tip of his index finger slip in.

They both moaned.

“Deeper…”

The teenager obeyed, pushed his finger deeper, stared as it disappeared into the body beneath him. All the way in.

“More…”

He pulled out, just as slowly, added the slick middle finger and moaned low in his throat as he saw them both slip in. It was almost as if they were sucked in, as if he didn’t need to move his arm at all. Then all went still.

He looked up, caught the eyes of his lover and managed a faint smile. Renji smiled back, almost encouraging. It made Ichigo feel very young again. He hated that, when he felt like a little kid who had to be guided and taught. But that was what he was. A kid, still new to so many things, so many things Renji willingly guided him through and he should be thankful.

And he was, but it stung a little. Renji was his first… everything. Ichigo only did things that Renji had done countless times before with others. A pang of jealousy made the teen’s chest tighten and he sucked in a breath, pulled his fingers out to the first joint and then forced them back in hard, stabbing into Renji.

“Ah, fuck… Just like that. God, your fingers feel so good, baby.”

“Yeah..? Like this?” Ichigo repeated the move, drew a long lustful groan from Renji, and then started fucking him. Slow but deep. All the way in, all the way out. Watched as the pink wrinkled little opening closed tight when he pulled out, watched as it widened and accepted the digits when he pushed them back in. It looked fantastic. It felt fantastic. The muscles were so strong, felt as if they could crush him, and beyond it was just… Warm. Silky. Smooth. Tight. He moved gently, rubbed slick tips against the inner walls and looked up at his lover to gauge the reaction.

“Push up… In a bit, then up.”

Ichigo followed the instructions, his ego stung once more by the guidance. He had his fingers completely buried in Renji, his hand held with the palm up. Slowly he crooked the digits and rubbed his lover in the most intimate way he could imagine. “There?”

Renji had his eyes screwed shut, his face twisted into a mask of pain or pleasure, for an outsider it would be impossible to tell which. Ichigo knew very well what it was. The big shinigami arched his back and let out a long moan. “Yeah, there… Fuck, Ichi…”

When Ichigo knew he was doing it right he pushed his bruised ego aside and let instincts take over. He applied steadily increasing pressure against Renji’s prostate, just pushing, not rubbing. And Renji made sounds he had never heard before. Sounds that made him growl and push just a little bit harder until the body beneath him arched even more, both in pleasure and in trying to get away.

Too much.

Now he knew.

He lessened the pressure and started rubbing, let his lubed fingers massage the sensitive gland, and listened as Renji started babbling, spouting filthy nonsense. Watched him being reduced to a mass of ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and ‘god’ and ‘more’ and moans so deep Ichigo imagined he could feel them against his fingers, feel faint vibrations.

He shifted between Renji’s legs. “You’re gonna come like this for me, Renji.”

“Yeah… Just keep doing that.”

Ichigo leaned down, crouched between muscled thighs, and let his tongue sweep over the head of Renji’s cock, rubbing a little harder as he did. It was slick with precome, close to dripping and tasted a little salty, like brackish water. He loved that taste. He wrapped his free hand around the swollen erection and squeezed as he gave it a tug and lapped up the fluid he brought forth.

Renji gave a hoarse shout. Sweat had started beading on his face, made his chest shine in the sunlight filtering through the curtains, made the contrast between tan skin and black tattoos even harsher.

Ichigo could see the muscles on his lover’s abdomen tense and relax, could count them if he wanted to. He sucked the red, slick head into his mouth, worked his tongue over it in the same pace he massaged Renji’s prostate, moved the hand wrapped around the shaft to that beat as well.

It was soon becoming too much for Renji. Too much pleasure. He cried out over and over and thrust his hips upwards, made Ichigo’s hand smack against his lips, nearly bruising them.

Ichigo pulled back a little. “Easy… Feels that good, huh?”

“Fucking amazing. Oh god, I’m gonna come. Let me come in your mouth, please let me come in your mouth, baby.”

“When you ask so very nicely…” Ichigo sucked the head back in and pulled his buried fingers back, started thrusting them into Renji, fucking him hard as he sucked. The sounds Renji made made his cock twitch and leak enough to stain his boxers. Fuck, he really needed to jerk off after this. He stilled his fingers and returned to rubbing the now swollen gland.

Renji sobbed, worked his hips, trying to hold back but failing miserably. He wailed, the sound growing louder and louder and finally he broke, gave one last shout and fell head first into his orgasm.

Ichigo loved the feeling of the rhythmic swelling of Renji’s cock as he came, loved feeling it pulse in his mouth, under his fingers. He suckled it, took string after string of salty semen in his mouth and kept it there. It was amazing, the stimulation of Renji’s prostate made him come harder and more than Ichigo had ever experienced before. He moaned as the insides of his mouth were coated with come and kept sucking until Renji slumped back, tremors still wrecking his body with regular intervals. Then he pulled back, slowly extracted his fingers and pursed his lips to keep the load from spilling down his chin.

He crawled up over the shuddering body, dipped his head when he was face to face with his lover and Renji understood and parted his lips. His eyes were hazy and dark, his gaze distant, but there was a small flame in them that burned strongly and blazed up even more when he saw the look in Ichigo’s eyes. This was the part Ichigo loved most.

The teen lowered his head more until their lips barely met, opened his mouth a little and let the come dribble into the older man’s mouth. He moaned, let out a shaky breath through his nose and then finally parted his lips fully and crushed them against Renji’s, kissing him fiercely as their saliva blended with each other’s and the salty come was shared between them.

He kissed Renji until they had swallowed it down, until there was nothing left but the taste, and then pulled back, watched the handsome face below him.

“I love you, baby.” Renji reached up and ran his fingers down Ichigo’s cheek, smiling as he uttered the words that had taken him a long time to gather the courage needed to say them. Now he said them often, not so often he diluted the phrase in any way, but often enough for Ichigo to feel loved, for him to believe Renji truly meant it.

The young substitute shinigami swallowed hard, felt a sudden sting in his eyes and closed them, cursed himself for having become such a sap. After gathering his calm for a moment he opened them again, looked down at Renji and smiled. “I love you too, you bastard.”

The big shinigami laughed and wrapped his arms around Ichigo, hugged him tightly, coating his chest with sweat.

Ichigo didn’t mind the sticky embrace. Not at all. He meant every word, he loved Renji so much it hurt and he loved this. Loved the afterglow and the tenderness in Renji’s touches. It was a very special thing to be treated like this by the loudmouthed vice-captain. It was not very often he let his guard down enough to just cuddle. It was mostly in bed really. And it was only with Ichigo.

It was lovely.

Ichigo kissed Renji again and rolled his hips slightly, reminding his lover of his condition, the painfully hard erection still trapped in his pants.

Renji chuckled and pushed him off and rolled him over onto his back on the bed. “It’s your turn, baby.”

“Yeah…” Ichigo could hardly wait. He knew it would be mind-blowing.

It always was.

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I wrote this as an exercise, really, because I still get embarrassed when I write about fingering. It’s hard to find the words needed to describe what’s happening without blushing. I’m a little better at it after this! Finally: The prostate is not a 'bundle of nerves', it's just a gland that can be stimulated by anal penetration.