Mirror

A/n: You might wanna check out 'Please', the fic this is a companion to. At least up until the part where Ichigo has a flashback of Renji having him stand in front of a mirror. It's a short piece. :)

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“Look at your lips, baby. See how red and puffy they are? See how they’re glistening? It’s because you taste so good I can’t stop kissing you. Look at your neck, that long, smooth neck of yours. I can see your pulse from here. Can you? See how it beats beneath your skin, right there below the jaw. Look at your nipples. Fuck… See that? Look at them stiffening just from us watching them. So responsive, baby. Look at your thighs, at those strong, quivering thighs. Know how much I wanna part them and let myself in? I wanna wrap them around my waist as I fuck you.

Look at your balls. So sensitive, so tightly drawn. You’re hot, aren’t you… You’re aching to come, aren’t you… Look at that wrinkly, thin skin and imagine my tongue on it.

Look at your cock, Ichigo. Fuck, just look at it…”

I do. It’s glistening and bobbing the tiniest bit with every heartbeat and it’s so hard it looks like it’s about to burst and just the sight of it makes me gasp.

“Fuck, you’re dripping. Oh fuck. Damn. Just… just bend over, baby. I need to fuck you right now.”

I obey without thinking, lean forward and brace myself against the wall with a hand on each side of the full-length mirror and I try to answer Renji but my throat feels like sandpaper and the moan I manage to force out is more like a caw, jagged and hoarse.

He drops to his knees behind me and spreads me open and drags his tongue over my hole. I hang my head with another cracked moan, close my eyes hard.

This makes him pause and pull back. “No baby, keep your head up. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror.”

Renji’s words awaken a filthy hunger in me I didn’t even know I was capable of and I snap my head back up and look myself straight in the eye. What meets me looks almost nonhuman, my gaze is that dark. It's all pupil.

“Fuck me.” My mumble is so quiet I barely hear it myself. He pushes his tongue inside me. “Fuck me,” I say again, louder this time. He licks me, kisses me, nibbles me and I’m sure he can hear me now, I’m sure he ignores me. “Damnit, Renji, fuck me!”

I guess the desperation in my voice gets to him because he rises to his feet and runs a large hand down my spine. “Alright. Let me in,” he murmurs and it’s so fucking cheesy and so fucking sexy that a chuckle and a moan collide in my throat and turn into a grunt.

Renji takes it for a yes and quickly lubes up before grabbing a hip; the blunt, slippery head of his cock pushing against my hole. He tightens his grip and he tilts his hips and he slides into me in one long, achingly slow thrust.

This time I manage a proper moan, a deep, throaty one that has him stabbing into me although he’s already buried to the hilt, grinding his hips against my ass and fuck, it feels so good all I can see is blinding white for a second.

“Look at me.” His whisper is harsh and I blink away the remaining sparks and meet his eyes in the mirror and jolts of dirty pleasure race through my body. The look that meets me is both lazy and searing and so very him, but tonight it’s multiplied tenfold.

I’m pretty sure I have never seen anything so hot in my whole life.

His eyes are still locked with mine when he starts thrusting but when I moan again his gaze travels down to my open mouth and I follow it and there I am, watching myself getting fucked by him.

“Yeah, look at yourself.” He fucks me hard, his fingers digging into my hips and the thrusts rattling my insides, forcing moan after broken moan from my throat. Without a word he reaches down and grabs my cock and starts jerking me off; a fast, merciless pace from the get-go and I realise I’m ready. God, I’m so ready.

I’m clenching around him and it aches and burns and that pain in the middle of all the pleasure drives me closer to the edge but what finally pushes me over it is when I look up and see that he's watching me.

As I start coming he shoves me forward, nearly flattens me against the mirror and I’m so close to it my reflection and I meet in an open-mouthed kiss.

Renji makes sure I come all over the mirrored image of my cock. He keeps his hand firmly around me even after I’m drained and he drags the head through the splatter of semen. It feels odd - the cool glass, the warm come.

I expect him to pick up the pace and fuck me until he comes too but instead he slows down. He pulls me back a step. He pushes me down.

My knees buckle and we drop slowly, so slowly he remains buried in me. His arms are wrapped tightly around me as we kneel and I suddenly realise my face is right in front of the mess I made.

“Go ahead.” Renji slides his arms from around my waist and once more grabs my hips. He starts moving again, pushing in and pulling out of my spent body.

I stick my tongue out and taste myself, keeping my eyes open and looking myself in the eye as I lick my come away, as I kiss the mirror, as I swallow.

And Renji keeps thrusting.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck that’s so hot, baby. That’s it, kiss it all away. Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

I nod and he tightens his grip.

“Brace yourself, Ichigo.”

I do. Still my nose bumps against the slippery surface when he tears into me. He fucks me hard and fast, fucks the breath out of me, which I still haven’t had time to catch. I try to moan but only manage strangled whimpers and they egg him on.

“Yeah, make those pretty little sounds for me,” he groans. “Make me come...” Drops of sweat splash against my neck and back. “I'm gonna... gonna... Fuck!”

My cheek is pressed against the mirror, my breath fogging it. My arms are trembling so hard I’m afraid they’ll give out. “Fuck me,” I force out and Renji snarls. “Come in me,” I hiss and he does.

He lets out a sob and hunches down and bites my shoulder hard, his hips working fast as a whippet’s as he swells and erupts inside me, and I’m not even surprised when I blink and find my eyes wet.

It hurts. My entire body aches.

I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

His breath puffs against my shoulder and I take the risk of losing my balance by reaching back with one hand and patting his head, feeling his damp hair under my fingers. When I topple to the side he’s there to catch me and keep me steady.

When I sag he kisses my neck and murmurs nothings.

When he slips out of me I do my best to keep all of his come inside me. It never works, no matter how hard I try.

But I still try.

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