Celebration

Title: Celebration
Author: Ansela Jonla
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: 18
Characters: Kira/Renji
Warnings: bondage
Summary: Kira and Renji have a private celebration. PWP.
Word count: 493
Notes: No idea where this one came from.

Renji gasped as he felt the bristles brush gently over his nipple, leaving cold, sticky wetness in their wake. He writhed in his bonds, testing and pulling, wishing he could see the man kneeling beside him, could read what was being painted on his flesh, could touch his lover, could touch himself.

The wood of the brush handle clacked as it was set down, and long, calloused fingers traced over Renji’s tattoos, avoiding the drying trails that the brush had left. Renji arched into the touch, pleading incoherently as the fingers deliberately avoided touching his aching cock.

Fingers brushed against Renji’s lips, coated in the same edible ink that had been used to write on his skin. Renji inhaled the faintly citrusy scent and tried to capture the digits with his mouth, earning a warning swat to his nose. The soft sound of his lover fastening his own mouth around those sticky digits made him moan in desperation.

Fingers continued to dance over Renji’s chest and stomach, outlining the muscles, tracing the tattoos and investigating scars that Renji wasn’t even aware were sensitive. Lips pressed against Renji’s skin as his lover kissed all the scars that hadn’t been painted over, gently nipping at the slightly-raised flesh of those long-healed wounds, and making him shiver with need and beg for more.

And then his lover moved, a rustle of fabric the only sound he made as his body heat moved away from Renji and then back again. He settled over Renji’s thighs, letting Renji feel that he wore only a haori. The blindfold was tugged away as a lube-slicked hand wrapped around both their cocks, and Renji blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim candlelight.

Kira slowly thrust against him, the flickering light dancing in his blue eyes. His free hand continued to trace Renji’s chest, this time following the flowing lines of the kanji he’d carefully drawn there. Renji’s eyes were drawn to follow, and he mouthed the words he read, a love poem written for him and him alone.

Kira’s moan of ecstasy, the only sound he’d made since he bound Renji to the bed and fastened the blindfold over his eyes, took Renji over the edge as well, and they came together, sticky semen spurting over Renji’s stomach.

Kira knelt there panting for a few seconds, before leaning over and carefully pulling a tray to Renji’s side. With a soft cloth he cleaned Renji’s skin and his own hands, removing all traces of stickiness from them. Then, shuffling up so he straddled Renji’s chest, he released Renji’s wrists from the bindings, rubbing each one with skilled fingers to encourage the circulation again.

That done he rolled off of Renji and snuggled up against him, and Renji’s arms wrapped around him. As the two drifted off to sleep, Renji smiled and gently kissed the back of Kira’s neck.

“Congratulations, Kira-taichou. I knew ya could do it.”