Filthy minds, filthy deeds

”So, how long have you been fucking the Kurosaki kid?”

The red-haired fukutaichou choked on his drink.

Shuuhei smiled. “I’ve seen the way you look at him, but more importantly I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Renji cursed between coughs, his large frame shaking as Shuuhei, sitting next to him on his living room floor, slapped his back roughly to help him clear his throat.

“That boy has been oblivious to all the admiring stares and come-ons, to that poor human girl’s crush for ages. Then one day he started strutting around like he knew he was sex on legs and now he’s giving you these come-hither looks whenever he thinks no one is watching. I’m not blind.”

Renji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “He’s not very subtle, is he?” He let out a rough chuckle and shifted forwards, letting Shuuhei know he’d had enough of the slapping.

Shuuhei pulled away and leaned back, resting his weight on his hands, legs stretched out straight in front of him. “Not exactly. Is he any good? I’m guessing he was a virgin before you got your claws into him.”

“Your eye is too sharp when it comes to these things, Shuu.”

The brunet shrugged. “It’s in my interest to know what my partner is up to, isn’t it?”

“So we’re partners now? That’s not how it usually sounds when I find you screwing some little unseated hottie senseless. You know, Shuu, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous.” Renji had lifted a tattooed eyebrow and his lips were curled into a smirk. He studied his lover closely, reddish eyes curious and teasing.

“Would be rather petty of me to start being jealous after all these years, don’t you think?”

“Yeah yeah. I was only joking.” He cleared his throat one final time before gulping down what was left of his sake. “You know, he is kinda good. What he lacks in experience he makes up for with enthusiasm. I think you’d like him. He’s so responsive and loud… Never saw that one coming. And he’s definitely got a kinky streak although he doesn’t really wanna admit it. Now that I think about it… Maybe you could help me bring it out?”

“What, you wanna..?” Shuuhei grabbed a bottle and filled Renji’s cup back up.

“It’s been a long time since we tag teamed someone, Shuuhei.”

“Fuck, Renji. Sometimes I forget how warped you are. Seduce a human teenager together?”

Renji just smiled.

“You’re serious, aren’t you...”

“Well, why not?”

Shuuhei rubbed his neck, frowning slightly while watching the redhead as if searching for something. Finally he shrugged and reached for his own cup, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Yeah, why not...”

“The tricky part would be making him agree to come. He knows about you and me, of course. I’ve told him we’re not exclusive but he seemed to have a hard time swallowing it. I mean, it’s not hard to talk him into letting me fuck him, but to meet both of us like this… Might take a little time for him to adjust to the thought. Once here, though, I’ll have him so hot he begs for it.”

“Oh, confident in our talent, are we?”

“Never heard you complaining. But really, like I said, it’s not that hard. He might not look the part but he’s a horny little thing. Let me just work my magic and we’ll have him between us in no time.”

Shuuhei snorted. “’Work your magic’… Smooth, Renji. Gonna use your mojo on him?”

“Call it whatever the fuck you like, Shuu. You’ll thank me for using it when he’s all over you, all tongue and doe eyes and precome.” He barked a laugh when Shuuhei’s eyes widened. “Doesn’t sound too shabby, does it?”

“Hm.” The brunet looked down, twirled the little earthenware cup in his hand. “We’re horrible people, aren’t we?”

“The worst.” Renji got to his knees and shuffled closer to Shuuhei. “And I’m gonna show you exactly how bad I can be, right now.” His smirk widened and split into a wicked grin as Shuuhei grabbed the front of his robes and tugged hard, their foreheads nearly colliding.

“Bring it on, slut…”

xXx

“Ichigo! Hey, wait up!” Renji jogged down the Seireitei street, having caught a glimpse of orange just disappearing around a corner. He came to a halt with a screech, nearly running straight into the boy who had stopped in his tracks.

“Renji! What’s up?” The substitute shinigami offered him one of his rare genuine smiles.

“Hey, kiddo.” Renji returned the smile and gave Ichigo a small pat on the cheek, a smug grin spreading across his face when the light touch made Ichigo blush.

Ichigo grabbed his wrist and pulled it away with a quiet hiss. “Not here.”

“Oh, relax. There’s no one around. Besides, I didn’t think you cared about stuff like that.”

“I don’t! I mean… Alright, yeah, I do. Just be a little more discreet will ya?”

Renji chuckled, wrapped his arm around Ichigo’s shoulders and started walking in the direction he seemed to have been headed. “Look who’s talking. What about all the times you bat your long lashes at me and your whole body just screams ‘come fuck me’?” His tone was light and conversational, as if discussing what was for lunch or the weather they were having. He was awarded with the colour in Ichigo’s cheeks going from pink to nearly scarlet.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Ah, no, kid. Not if you’re not looking for it. Don’t worry. You know I can’t keep my eyes off you but I doubt most people would notice anything. Anyways…” He let his hand slip from Ichigo’s shoulder and slowly slide down his back before pulling away. “You’re back in Soul Society, huh?”

“That’s pretty obvious, isn’t it.”

“Idiot, you know how I meant.”

“Yeah, but maybe you should try to sound a little smarter, asshole.”

Renji just grinned, refusing to take the bait. He had other, better things on his mind. He was still not quite sure of how to go through with it all, but had absolute faith in his ability to wing it. He’d had a long time practising the art and had it down to a pat.

Next to him Ichigo sighed in defeat. “Yeah, I’m back. I’m on a break from school and I just felt like getting away for a while.”

“I’m glad you did. Means I get to fool around with you, right?” Renji leered at the young man, nudging him in the side.

“Again with the touching, Renji! God, you never give up.”

“But I can’t help it, baby. You’re so tempting!” He chuckled as he received a snort in reply. “It does mean I get to fool around with you, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Got a place to stay yet?”

“Not yet. Figured I could get a futon somewhere in the sixth division barracks, as usual. I’m glad I ran into you actually, you can set me up.”

“Nope.”

“What?”

“You’re staying with me.”

Ichigo scowled. Hiding deep in the brandy eyes was a familiar heat though, and it didn’t pass Renji by. Oh yes, Ichigo would stay with him and he would let Renji ravage him.

Renji felt himself start to grow hard just from the thought.

The thought of stripping the kid and licking the sweat off his body.

The thought of dropping down on his futon with Ichigo on top and letting him fuck himself to his little heart’s content on Renji’s cock until he gave sweet little whimpers and coated Renji’s belly with cum.

The thought of having Shuuhei come over and join them and show Ichigo the time of his life...

Renji’s cock throbbed, fully hard now and straining against his fundoshi. He cursed under his breath.

“You say something?”

“Nah, nothing. Was just waiting for an answer, is all. Now don’t go thinking you have a choice or anything, you are staying with me, but it would be nice with a yes.”

“Alright, alright. Yes, I’ll stay at your place.”

“Good. And you might wanna head over there with me right now, ‘cause I need to kiss you and you don’t want me to do that right here.”

“Guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Correct.” Renji smirked, grabbed Ichigo’s hand, ignoring the boy’s loud protests, and started dragging him in the direction of his quarters.


Once there and safely inside, Renji shoved Ichigo up against the nearest wall and attacked his mouth, his large hands tugging on the teen’s robes and slipping in under them. “Been way too long since last time,” he murmured between nips. “Just wanna fuck you senseless…”

He had just figured out how to go through with it.

“Fuck, Renji…” Ichigo gasped, smacking the back of his head into the wall as Renji’s mouth latched on to his neck and started sucking. He grabbed Renji’s shoulders, kneaded them with feverish hands, working his hips without even knowing it. “Fuck me.”

“Say it again...”

“Fuck me, Renji. Get these fucking clothes off and fuck me.” He shifted and planted a row of sloppy kisses along Renji’s neck.

“Mmh, I love hearing you,” Renji purred. “Love seeing you like this, all hot and bothered.” He mirrored Ichigo’s movements, grabbed his shoulders and squeezed but then pushed himself back. Ichigo’s lips slipped from his neck with a wet sucking noise, arousal and confusion evident on the smooth face. He immediately craned his neck, his mouth hanging open, and tried to reach back for more.

“But I can’t. Fuck… Ichigo, I hate to do this but I just remembered I’ve a meeting I have to attend in a couple of minutes.” He watched Ichigo’s face fall and steeled himself, forced his features into a frown when he wanted nothing more than to grin wide and toothily.

“What? No, you can’t do this to me! You can’t do this.” Ichigo caught Renji’s wrist in a vice grip and forced the hand down to his crotch, pressed it against the thick erection in his hakama. It pulsed under Renji’s fingers. “You can’t leave now.”

“I can and I will, Ichigo.” Renji couldn’t help himself, he squeezed and enjoyed the rather pathetic little whimper it produced. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have gotten you worked up if I had remembered. I’ll make it up to you, by god I’ll make it up to you later.”

Hook….

Ichigo closed his eyes with a groan, hung his head, and Renji allowed his grin to show for a split second before carefully tucking it back below the surface. His grip on Ichigo’s cock tightened before he let go and took a step back.

Three fingers caught Ichigo’s chin and tilted it up, making hazy brown eyes flutter open. Renji arranged his face into an apologetic smile. “Make yourself comfortable, Ichigo. Lounge here for however long you want. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

…line…

“When?”

“Can’t say.”

“You’re a fucking cocktease, Renji.”

The redhead nodded. “Yeah. Go wash up, take a nap, help yourself to some food.

“Yeah, fuck, whatever...” At that moment Ichigo was the very image of a sullen child, scowling and pouting, looking almost close to tears of frustration.

“But don’t jerk off. Save yourself for me.”

…and sinker.

Renji had to bite back a moan when Ichigo replied with a whine. He would have to take off and hide out for a few hours, get hold of Shuuhei and plan the rest of the evening and, most importantly, get off. It felt like his dick was about to explode.

So he did just that: took off, hid out, found Shuuhei and got off, the image of a flushed and hot and panting Ichigo burning in his head as he came in his lover’s mouth.

xXx

How did he end up here?

How did he get so hard?

Renji had returned home several hours later with his arms full of sake bottles and Hisagi Shuuhei in tow.

Ichigo could remember himself bristling, the dull, throbbing ache of frustrated arousal dissolving at the sight of Renji in company with his long-time lover.

He could remember Renji smiling sheepishly and Shuuhei grabbing Ichigo’s shoulder and squeezing, apologising profusely for intruding like this but he had run into Renji and dogged him until Renji agreed to have a couple of drinks with him and really, he was sorry but he hoped it was ok?

Dogged, yes, Renji had agreed. Threatened and begged until Renji had to give in. Just a couple of drinks, Renji had said, giving Ichigo a heated look that promised other things would come later.

And the arousal in Ichigo had started building again.

He could remember the three of them sitting on flat pillows on the floor around the low table, Renji next to him, Shuuhei in front of him. How did it start?

Renji.

Renji had leaned in and rubbed his thigh. How many times had he swatted the redhead’s hand away before he let it rest there? He couldn’t remember.

How many drinks had he had? He couldn’t remember.

He could remember Renji brushing his lips against his neck though, sucking on that damn spot behind Ichigo’s ear that made him whimper like a girl, all while Shuuhei was watching. He could remember Renji’s fingers dancing over his hakama, over his hard-on.

He couldn’t remember how it felt to not be hard.

And now he was here, in Renji’s bedroom which was spinning. The dim light from a couple of paper lanterns made everything fuzzy around the edges. Ichigo couldn’t see straight.

He was lying down on Renji’s futon. No, not lying down. Leaning back. Leaning back against Shuuhei’s chest. Shuuhei was leaning against the wall and Ichigo was leaning against Shuuhei. He could feel skin against warm skin.

Naked. Ichigo was naked.

When had he been undressed?

Renji. Between his thighs. Naked too. He must’ve been the one who had stripped Ichigo. Something hard was pulsing against the small of his back. Shuuhei’s cock. He was naked as well.

Ichigo gasped as big hands ran along the insides of his thighs. He looked up, eyes crossing slightly as he tried to focus on the redhead in front of him. “Renji…” He found himself slurring slightly.

“Yeah, baby. Me and Shuu here are gonna take good care of you.”

“Mhm. We’re gonna make you cum so hard you pass out.” A soft, sultry murmur in Ichigo’s ear. “Renji’s gonna fuck you, Ichigo.”

Ichigo swallowed. His throat was suddenly so dry it almost hurt. His tongue felt too big for his mouth. “What are you gonna do?”

“Me?” Shuuhei chuckled. “Well, what do you want?” His hands slid down along a slim waist until they came to a stop on even slimmer hips. Shuuhei rubbed them softly, big, slow circles over the hipbones, over the outside of strong thighs, over the patch of coarse hair between them. “I’ll do anything you want me to, Ichigo.”

Ichigo closed his eyes at the touch, flinched as the long fingers tickled the sensitive skin where hips met thighs. “I… I dunno,” he mumbled and shifted in Shuuhei’s arms, raised his ass slightly.

“Maybe you can jerk him off while I fuck him.”

The deep rumble made Ichigo look up again. Once again he struggled to focus on the man in front of him. Men? There were two redheads with their hands on his legs, pushing them further apart. “There’s two of you, Ren…” Behind him Shuuhei choked down a laugh.

“There’s only one of me, Ichigo. Are you that drunk?” Renji smirked and put a finger under Ichigo’s chin. He tilted his head up, studied his face. “You are, aren’t you… Shuuhei, the kid’s wasted.”

“M’not,” Ichigo groused.

“Sure you are,” Shuuhei whispered in Ichigo’s ear before sticking his tongue out and running it along the outer rim, drawing a small mewl from the young man. “Means you’re all warm and soft and relaxed… Not everywhere though.” Rough-tipped fingers closed around the base of Ichigo’s cock and squeezed. “Here you’re all hard… Just lean back and let us take care of you, Ichigo. We’ll make you feel good.”

“Yeah, listen to Shuuhei.” Renji leaned forward and brushed his lips against Ichigo’s cheek.

Ichigo turned his head, his mouth searching for the source of the touch, needing to suck, the most basic of instincts. He was met with the flat of Renji’s tongue sliding over his lips.

Then the tongue was gone and Ichigo blinked slowly. “What…” he muttered and then went quiet, eyes growing wide as he saw Renji continue to lean forward, over his shoulder. He heard a wet sound, two low groans.

They were kissing. An inch from Ichigo’s ear Renji and Shuuhei were kissing. He turned his head slightly, caught a glimpse of slick wet muscles entwined. “Oh fuck.”

Between his legs Shuuhei’s grip around his cock tightened just the slightest bit more. Then the hand started moving, slowly jerking Ichigo off and Ichigo just couldn’t keep quiet. He whined which in turn made Renji’s hips buck forward. Renji’s cock bumped against his, slick head against slick head, but with Shuuhei’s knuckles keeping the erections from rubbing against one another fully. “Please…”

There was an even wetter sound as the two fukutaichou pulled away from each other. “Please what, Ichigo?” Shuuhei murmured. His lips were moist when they brushed against the boy’s temple. Despite asking it wasn’t too hard to read Ichigo’s slowly undulating hips, movements he was sure Ichigo wasn’t even aware of making, and he opened his hand and grabbed both erections, pressed them together tight enough for Renji to suck in air between clenched teeth.

“Like that,” Ichigo sighed, rolled his hips again and looked up at the ceiling. The room was still spinning and something wet and hot was sliding down his neck while something coarse and red brushed his face, tickled his nose. He giggled.

Giggled. What the hell? He supposed he really was drunk. Of course it didn’t go unnoticed either.

Renji tore his lips away from Ichigo’s throat and pulled back, slipping from Shuuhei’s grip, to look at him. “Did he just giggle, Shuuhei?”

“Shut up…”

“Sounded like a giggle to me.” Shuuhei’s voice was laced with glee. His hand left Ichigo’s cock and came to a rest next to his hip.

“I said shut up!” Ichigo did what he always did when someone made fun of him: he took a swing.

Renji caught his wrist. “Bad boy… Trying to hit the person who is gonna fuck you? That isn’t very wise now, is it? Shuuhei, hold this.”

Ichigo felt his arm being lifted, his wrist transferred from one tight grip to another. Then his hand was pushed against the futon. Before he knew it the other one followed. He tried to pull free but Shuuhei pinned him down without effort. “Lemme go.”

“Nu-uh. Bad boys get punished,” Renji purred.

Ichigo started to struggle, still to no avail. “Lemme go!”

“Forget it.” There was a teasing, almost sadistic edge to Renji’s voice as he leaned in again. He caught Ichigo’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard enough for the boy to yelp, while at the same time grabbing him roughly by the hair.

Shuuhei on the other hand dipped his head and gently kissed Ichigo’s shoulder. The two contrasting sensations sent jolts through Ichigo’s body that clashed and multiplied and went straight to his cock. He stopped struggling and relaxed into the brunet’s grip, his lip and scalp tugged at painfully as he sagged.

“That’s better,” Shuuhei murmured. “Just relax. Let go.”

Renji reluctantly released the teen. “I wouldn’t call that punishment. I hardly did anything.”

“Oh stop pouting, Renji. We have all night, we can punish him later. You crawl down between the kid’s legs and start sucking his cock instead. I’ve wanted to see that since I got here.”

Ichigo arched his back with a long, drunken moan. Behind him Shuuhei smiled.

“You’d like that? Want Renji to take your hard dick in his mouth and suck the cum out of you?”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

“No. Get to it, aka.”

“I like it… I like it when you talk, Shu-Shuuhei,” Ichigo mumbled. He had a hard time admitting it, but he found himself liking the way the brunet was pinning his wrists to the futon as well. He flexed his hands and tried lifting his arms a little, just to feel the resistance. When Shuuhei’s grip tightened slightly a shiver ran down Ichigo’s spine. He did it again and this time couldn’t hold back a small high-pitched noise when the grip tightened to the point where it hurt.

“Like it when I talk, huh? Seems you like it when I hold you down like this too, makes you whimper like a little bitch. Renji told me you were vocal but I had no idea. All these little moans and grunts and whimpers and cries... It’s really fucking hot, you know. Moan for us, Ichigo.” Shuuhei lifted a leg and kicked Renji in the thigh, encouraging him to move.

Renji grunted and slid back, resting on all fours between Ichigo’s spread thighs. He sunk down on his elbows and buried his nose in the rust-coloured curls surrounding Ichigo’s erection and took a deep breath. Ichigo was leaking heavily by now, a trail of precome running down the side of his cock and staining the pubes. Renji stuck his tongue out and tasted it, growling low in his throat as he did. The musky scent of the boy was heady. He smelled like sex.

He tasted like sex.

Above him Ichigo let out a little cry. Renji could hear Shuuhei coo softly, but couldn’t make out any words. He ran his tongue along the heavy length from base to tip and flattened it to collect every last drop of salty liquid gathered there before he pulled back a little and looked up. “He tastes amazing, Shuu…”

“I can imagine. If he comes in your mouth then maybe we can share?”

“Mhm, sure.”

“Ever tasted yourself, Ichigo?”

The teen blinked and turned his head slowly. “Yeah.” His voice was breathless, quiet.

Shuuhei craned his neck and brushed his lips against Ichigo’s. “Tell me what you taste like…”

“I- I don’t know.”

“He tastes like the ocean,” Renji murmured, wrapping his long, big-knuckled fingers around the base of Ichigo’s cock and pulling gently until it stood straight. With a light nip he made sure he had Ichigo’s attention, two pairs of hazy eyes watching him closely as he slid his lips over the tip, sweeping across it with his tongue once before he started to lower his head.

Ichigo moaned. He couldn’t stop staring although his vision swam and what he saw mostly was a blur of red spikes and black streaks and tan skin. It wasn’t the first time Renji had sucked him off, but he had no memory of it feeling this good before. Renji’s mouth was so soft and wet and so hot it almost hurt.

Then Shuuhei was tugging at Ichigo’s wrists, lifting his arms and encouraging him to wrap them around his neck. He smiled as the boy obeyed. “That’s it… Moan for us, Ichigo. And keep watching Renji. Look at your cock sliding in and out of his mouth. Doesn’t it look nice?”

“Y-yeah… Fuck.”

“Now… You never told me what you want me to do.”

The deep voice in Ichigo’s ear made him buck into Renji’s mouth. “Just… Just hold me.” Even through the haze of his drunken, lust-fogged mind he could hear how stupid, how girly that must’ve sounded and he cursed himself, hoping Shuuhei hadn’t heard.

Behind him Shuuhei chuckled softly. Of course he had heard, had picked up on the weak note in Ichigo’s voice.

“Hold you… I can do that. Is it getting too much for you?” But instead of wrapping his arms around the lithe body he reached down and undid Renji’s ponytail, throwing tie and bandanna to the side before grabbing a handful of red and pulling Renji’s head back.

“What,” the redhead growled, wiping his spit-slick mouth with the back of a hand as he sat back up.

“Let’s slow down for a moment. Just… look at him, Renji. Look at him and tell me what you see.”

“Heh, Shuu, you’re one bossy fucker today, know that?”

Shuuhei shrugged. He slid his hands up Ichigo’s torso, tickled abs and ribs and the hypersensitive skin of the armpits lightly. “Please?” Deft fingers continued their travel another couple of inches until they brushed over small, stiff nipples.

“That’s all I’m asking for, you asking nicely.” Renji settled back on his heels and reached down to cup Ichigo’s balls, already drawn tight against his body, with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, pumping it slowly. “I see two really hot guys sprawled on my bed.” He smirked, narrowed his eyes. “I see this gorgeous, blushing kid spreading his thighs, just begging for it.”

“What’s he begging for, Renji?” The dark-haired shinigami pinched Ichigo’s nipples, tweaked them lightly which drew little gasps from him.

“Anything he can get, I bet,” Renji purred. “My cock in his tight little ass maybe.”

“Sounds plausible. Is that right, Ichigo?” Shuuhei nuzzled orange hair. “Want Renji to fuck you?”

Ichigo managed a nod. The hands on him were driving him crazy, made arousal coil tightly in his belly, threatening to spring loose.

“Let me hear you, Ichigo. Tell us.”

“Fuck me, Renji,” Ichigo mumbled. “Just fuck me.”

“Well, shit… Pass me the lube, Shuu.” He let go of Ichigo’s sac to accept the little glass jar and put it down next to him before sticking two fingers into it and scooping up a large dollop of thick, milky gel. “Spread your legs a little more, kid.” The hand on Ichigo’s cock never once stopped moving.

“Wait. Here… Lift your legs, Ichigo.” Shuuhei released the now angry red nipples and hooked his hands under the hollow of Ichigo’s knees, pulling long legs up and apart and spreading him completely open.

Although the world was spinning, his head most of all, Ichigo was very aware of the fact he had started to blush violently. He felt vulnerable between the two men, even more so when Renji let out a long groan as he stared down between Ichigo’s legs.

“Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Look at you, baby. Look at that tight little hole just begging for me to fuck it.”

Shuuhei chuckled. “Wish I could see it too. Or, you’re a flexible kid, aren’t you?” He pulled Ichigo’s legs closer to his chest, folded him double, “There… Yeah, it’s begging for you to fuck it, alright.”

Renji cursed quietly. He ran his sticky fingers between the buttocks, smeared a thick layer of salve over the pink pucker, traced the soft wrinkles with a fingertip. Beneath him Ichigo twitched and gasped. “Oh yeah, let me hear you… Let me hear all those noises I like so much.” His finger paused, then pushed lightly.

All three of them moaned as Renji’s finger slowly slid inside Ichigo, three pairs of eyes locked on the sight.

“He’s so tight, Shuu. I think he’s gonna bruise my fucking dick.”

“Mm, I can imagine. Well, don’t overdo the stretching then, I know how much you like when it hurts. I’m sure Ichigo won’t mind it either.”

Renji hummed, worked his finger inside Ichigo to stretch him at least a little before he added the second one. “Is he right? Like me to stick my cock in your barely stretched hole?”

“Just fuck me, Renji… I can’t take it, fuck me. I have to cum.”

“Can’t say no to a request like that.” Renji slowly fucked Ichigo open with his fingers, giving him a minute to adjust to the intrusion before he pulled out and wiped the remaining salve off on his erection. He scooped up a little more from the jar and added it, making sure he coated himself properly. Then he let go of Ichigo’s cock and instead grabbed the backside of a thigh. “Know what Shuuhei likes to say when he’s about to fuck me?”

Ichigo shook his head.

“’Beg for it.’”

Shuuhei snorted, a wicked grin spreading across his tattooed face. He looked on as Renji guided his cock to Ichigo’s hole and rubbed against it, slid the head along the entire crack up until it brushed Ichigo’s balls and then down again. Over and over.

“C’mon, Ichi…”

“Yeah, come on, Ichigo. Beg for Renji’s cock.”

“Beg for me to fuck you…”

The boy mewled, tried to raise his hips but only managed to wiggle them a little in Shuuhei’s firm grip. He looked up at Renji, fighting to regain enough brain function to be able to talk, to do anything but pant and make pathetic noises. He dug his fingers into Shuuhei’s scalp and grabbed two fistfuls of black hair, his eyes widening as the man hissed in pain. “Please,” he finally managed to force out. “Please fuck me.”

“Good boy.” Renji braced himself against the futon and pushed forward, his cock slipping and missing a couple of times before he managed to guide it right and push the head past the first ring of muscle.

Once again the trio moaned in unison, Ichigo half from shock.

“That’s it,” Shuuhei crooned, “Take it. Watch as he slides into you, all the way in until he’s buried in you. Oh fuck yes. Fuck, Renji, you’re really stretching him, aren’t you…”

Ichigo wouldn’t have been able to look away even if he’d wanted to. He stared wide-eyed as Renji sunk into him, all the way in, just like Shuuhei said. It was going a little too fast for him to be able to adjust properly to the size of Renji, but it wasn’t painful, merely uncomfortable. He felt stretched to the point of tearing, felt so fucking full.

“Shit… So fucking tight, Shuu.” Renji rested his weight on both hands now, placed on either side of Ichigo. He rolled his hips experimentally, carefully watching Ichigo’s face as he did. When Ichigo grimaced he stilled again, took a couple of deep breaths and then sunk back in to the base and leaned down, brushing his lips against the corner of Ichigo’s mouth.

When Ichigo replied by sticking his tongue out and running it along the seam of Renji’s lips, Shuuhei groaned behind him.

They kissed. Slowly at first, parted their lips and let the tips of their tongues play gently. Then, as the discomfort slowly faded into a dull throb, Ichigo let Shuuhei go and wrapped his arms around Renji’s neck, kissing him hard and hot and deep.

Renji replied by starting to thrust his hips, all while Shuuhei whispered things in Ichigo’s ear that made him kiss Renji even harder.

Soon the three men moved as one, finding a lazy rhythm that worked for them. Shuuhei rubbed himself against Ichigo’s back while squeezing his thighs, Renji fucked him slow and deep and Ichigo did whatever he could to meet both men’s movement, sandwiched between their sweaty bodies. For a long time all that could be heard was heavy breathing and the wet noise of tongues playing and the slap of skin against skin.

Ichigo felt the sluggish weight of the alcohol start to drain from his system, slowly overpowered by what felt like wildfire running in his veins. He started moaning with every thrust. Groaning. Whining. Gasping. Made noises he would be ashamed of if it wasn’t for the fact Renji was fucking him, hard now, and he couldn’t be bothered with little things like that. Besides, Shuuhei was egging him on, telling him how good he sounded, how hot he was, how amazing he looked folded double and fucked like a slut.

How could he do anything but buck and moan?

Renji broke the kiss and started to pick up the pace. “Fuck, you feel good, Ichigo. Gonna cum in you. I’d fuck you all night but you feel way too good.”

“Oh god...”

“Is he tight, Renji?”

“Take a wild fucking guess, Shuu.”

“I’m thinking maybe I should fuck him too after you’ve finished.”

“Oh god!” Ichigo let out a hoarse shout. “You’re both… You’re both fucking wrong in the head.”

Shuuhei threw his head back and laughed. “You bet your tight little teenage ass we are.”

“Shut up. Both of you just shut the fuck up. I’m coming. Shit! I’m coming!”

Without thinking Ichigo grabbed Renji by the hair and pulled harshly. Shuuhei in turn let one of Ichigo’s legs go and followed his lead, grabbing another handful and tugging.

“Then cum,” Shuuhei hissed.

Renji buried his face in the crook of Ichigo’s neck and thrust wildly into the slender body, hard shudders wrecking his frame as he came with a roar. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck… You fucking assholes. You fucking… Shit!” He managed a hoarse chuckle. “Bastards.”

“Good?” Shuuhei released the grip in Renji’s hair and ruffled it instead.

“Yeah,” the redhead croaked, “except it felt like you two were ripping my fucking head off.” He rose shakily until he rested on his heels, slipping out of Ichigo with a wet sound that made the boy cringe. “Heh, look at that… It’s dripping from you, Ichi.”

The brunet craned his neck and looked down over Ichigo’s shoulder, past the sweaty chest and belly, past the bobbing, leaking erection and tightly drawn sac, to where indeed a small trail of semen ran down between rosy cheeks. “Yeah, look at that,” he murmured. “How pretty… See how pretty it is, Ichigo? Makes me wanna clean you up.”

Ichigo merely nodded.

“Now that would be a sight.” Renji brushed sweat-damp hair from his face, tiny tremors still running through him and making his muscles twitch. “Too bad the lube ain’t exactly tasty. But here…” He reached down and, ignoring the startled grunt, gingerly slid two fingers into Ichigo, crooking them lightly before pulling out again. “You can at least have a little taste. Say ‘aah’.” Making sure he had Ichigo’s full attention, Renji brushed the cum-coated fingers against Shuuhei’s lips and pushed them in when he was allowed entrance. He couldn’t hold back a smirk as he heard a sharp gasp when Shuuhei started sucking with a delighted little groan. “Tastes nice, Shuu?”

“You’re delicious as always, aka.” Shuuhei smiled. “Really makes me curious about how he’ll taste.”

“Maybe it’s time you find out.”

Ichigo didn’t know if he liked the way they talked about him as if he wasn’t there, or not. It definitely annoyed him, made him feel like prey, like a toy, but that exact feeling was at the same time so wicked, so wrong it made his cock twitch.

Shuuhei releasing his leg and instead squeezing his waist hard shook him from his thoughts.

“Tell me what you want, Ichigo.”

“I wanna cum.”

“That much is obvious, dumbass,” Renji chuckled.

“I wanna… I want you to… I dunno, anything! Just do something!”

“Fine.” Shuuhei grabbed Ichigo’s shoulders and shoved him forward, sending him sprawling against Renji. He clamped down on slender hips and pulled until the boy rested on shaky knees, forcing him to grab Renji and hang on not to fall over. Without much ceremony Shuuhei then lined his cock up with the well-fucked hole and pushed himself in to the hilt in one smooth movement.

Ichigo howled into Renji’s chest, tightening his hold around the broad shoulders. He was thankful for the solid body in front of him since Shuuhei started to thrust hard immediately, rocking Ichigo violently. He vaguely heard something about grabbing him and felt Renji wrap his arms around him, one hooking under his arm, and holding him up. When Renji spoke he felt the rumble against his cheek.

“Grab your cock, Ichigo. I got you. Jerk yourself off. Let me see you cum while Shuu fucks you.”

He obeyed without a word, every thrust forcing the air from his lungs and rendering him unable to speak. He let Renji hold him up and reached down with his right hand, wrapped it around his cock and started tugging. It was so hard and swollen it hurt and he squeezed harder, not knowing why, just knowing he needed it. The pain felt good and Shuuhei fucking him roughly felt even better. He managed a strangled shout, his orgasm welling up through him with the force of a tidal wave. Then it all stilled, leaving him hanging on the edge. Shuuhei still fucked him just as hard, Renji’s grip was still as tight and secure, his heart kept slamming against his ribcage but time slowed down and came to a stop. Suddenly he was hyperaware of every little thing around him, of every nerve ending screaming from sensory overload, of the exact taste and smell of Renji’s sweat, aware of every millimetre of the cock forced so deep inside him he imagined he could feel it in the back of his throat. It all spun again. The room, his head, his emotions, the orgasm pounding in his groin restlessly like a beast rattling its cage.

A sharp sting on his backside kickstarted everything again.

Shuuhei slapped his ass again with a snarl. “Cum.”

That was all it took for him to finally fall over the edge and tumble headfirst into the abyss, crying out against tattooed skin and bucking like a wild horse. Renji’s hold on him tightened to the point where his joints creaked in protest but he couldn’t feel any pain, couldn’t feel anything but blinding pleasure, his cock pulsing in his fist and his entire body shaking so hard his teeth clacked together.

Behind him Shuuhei grunted like a wild animal, no doubt coming from the rhythmic clenching around his cock, but Ichigo couldn’t be sure. All he knew was that the grip on his hips was so tight it felt as if his pelvis would shatter and the hips slamming into him had all but stilled. Yes, Shuuhei was coming in him. He could feel his cock twitch inside him now. Both fukutaichou had cum in him. He couldn’t wrap his head around the thought.

Ichigo released his cock and tried to brace himself against Renji’s thigh with a sticky hand but didn’t have the strength, his arm giving out. He sagged in his lover’s arms, resting his full weight on him as his legs gave out as well. He could feel Shuuhei slip out of him as he drooped forward and he could feel cum dribble down his balls and he couldn’t for the life of him muster energy enough to care. “Fuck…”

“Suck him clean, aka.”

“Shuu, for the last time, you’re not the fucking boss of me.”

“Worth a try…”

“Please… Please stop talking about me as if I’m not here.” Ichigo’s voice was muffled, his face smushed against Renji’s leg.

“He speaks.”

“Yeah, for a while there I was certain he was one of those squeaky toys humans give their dogs.”

“Now that’s just mean, Renji.”

“Idiots…” Ichigo ignored the snicker coming from Shuuhei, rolled off Renji with a grunt and lay panting on his back next to the two kneeling men. He looked up, locked eyes with the dark-haired shinigami and cocked a brow as he was met with a genuine smile.

“I’m sorry, Ichigo. Maybe that’s enough teasing for one night. But…” Shuuhei leaned down and planted his hands on either side of Ichigo’s hips before dipping his head and dragging his long tongue along the length of Ichigo’s now soft member. “…I hope this is alright. I really wanted to taste you. And you do taste like the ocean, by the way.”

Shuuhei’s mouth felt good on Ichigo. Almost too good, too much. He was so sensitive he couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain but he opted for pleasure and let out a long sigh. A hand came to a rest in his hair, affectionately raking through the sweaty locks.

Renji smiled down at him, scratching his scalp with blunt fingernails. “Feels good?”

“Yeah,” Ichigo breathed.

“C’mere…” The redhead hooked his hands under Ichigo’s slack arms and half lifted, half dragged him until he rested with his head on Renji’s lap. Then he went back to petting unruly, orange hair.

Ichigo gave him an exhausted smile before looking down at Shuuhei. “I’ve… Here…” He reached out and offered his hand, still stained with cum.

Shuuhei didn’t grab his wrist, didn’t move. He let Ichigo paint his lips with slick fingers before parting them and letting the digits in. He suckled gently, groaning with satisfaction as Ichigo pushed his fingers deeper and then slowly started fucking his mouth, pulling out to switch fingers every couple of soft thrusts, making sure Shuuhei cleaned all of them properly.

“You planned this all along, didn’t you, Renji…” It wasn’t a question, merely a flat statement. “You got me worked up just to make sure I’d go along with it.” Behind Ichigo Renji shifted, cleared his throat. “You could have just asked, you know,” he continued as he removed his fingers from Shuuhei’s mouth and angled his hand, silently encouraging the man to lick away every last drop and smear of semen from it.

“I’m sorry, Ichigo.”

“No you’re not.”

“I-”

Ichigo cut the redhead off. “But you owe me one.”

Shuuhei, having finished with the task, chuckled and moved to straddle Ichigo, stretching out until he could nuzzle a sweaty neck. “Anything special you had in mind, Ichi-kun?”

Ichigo buried his now spit-slick hand in dark hair and closed it, tugging ever so gently.

“Yeah.” He paused, grinned. “Next time I get to top.”

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