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“Look, this is fine right here.” Renji slowed to a stop and started to unhook his belt, setting his zanpakutō against the wall of the building to his right. “It’s not deep enough,” said Shuuhei, turning to him. “Just a bit further.” Renji raised an eyebrow at him. “Not deep enough? You mean to tell me that being squashed right down in this stinking little gap between taverns is still too on show for your liking? You gotta be kidding me.” Shuuhei pursed his mouth and glanced around the shadowed alley. Not that there was much to see apart from two grimy walls at either side of them, and mottled debris from run-down rooftops on the ground at their feet. “I just think it’s safer to go further along.” “You really think anyone’s crazy enough to rabbit their way down here and find us?” Shuuhei’s mouth quirked slightly. “We’re crazy enough.” Renji paused and stared at him, before dropping his belt on the ground. “I shoulda known you'd say that.” Shuuhei’s stoic features softened minimally and he stepped closer. It wasn’t everyone who could get away with talking to a senpai like that, least of all a senpai like Shuuhei, but then, their relationship wasn’t exactly like everyone else’s. Renji flicked his tongue across his dry lips and swallowed, already feeling that pleasant curling warmth in his lower abdomen, and below, where his dick was beginning to take note of Shuuhei’s proximity. He hated to admit it, but he’d got addicted to this kind of thing. Or maybe it was just that they’d done it so often he had got used to it and felt no great reluctance any more. Gone was the nagging, uncomfortable embarrassment, that sense of wrongness, of defying some unwritten rule. Now Renji just wanted to get off, and get off hard, and definitely fast and hot. He was thrumming with adrenaline and want, the feeling not unlike after a good hollow bashing session. Shuuhei closed in, slipping his own belt from around his waist. He let his zanpakutō drop to the dirt with a dull clang, paying it no mind. His eyes were black and smouldering, getting closer, closer; Renji’s gaze slid down to Shuuhei’s mouth, right before he struck hungrily. Darting his tongue into Shuuhei’s mouth, Renji’s hands went out, clasping a handful of Shuuhei’s hakama and yanking him none too gently up against Renji’s body for that awesome first jolt of friction. For a few moments Shuuhei drew his tongue back and forth in a filthy mime, earning himself a very faint moan from Renji who tried to give as good as he got. Then, Renji pulled at Shuuhei’s clothing, seeking just enough room to push his hand down and inside, into heat and where Shuuhei’s erect cock was waiting, as hard and wanting as his. In return, Renji leaned back against the wall behind him and spread his legs open wider, giving Shuuhei as much access to him as possible, given the cramped setting. There wasn’t any time to mess around - this was purely a quick detour. They had reports to fill out, after all, and Kuchiki-taichou wouldn’t abide tardiness. Renji doubted the captain of the 9th Division would, either. Renji lost his train of thought and hissed when Shuuhei curled his rough, long fingers around his dick and squeezed, just the way Renji liked it. He scraped his teeth over Shuuhei’s lower lip, then worried it in his mouth for a moment, smiling when he felt the other man shudder. He had learned to treat kissing - if it could be called kissing, this rough biting and licking dance - as something to take the edge off. A distraction, if you will. No guy wanted to spill his load too quickly, after all. As if on autopilot, Renji began to jerk his hips back and forth, since Shuuhei seemed to have lost all ability to control his hand the minute Renji started touching him. As Renji moved his lower body, he mirrored it with his fist and pumped up and down Shuuhei’s cock in a building rhythm, dragging moans and soft, breathy curses out of the other man, cracking through that serious exterior Shuuhei always carried. Renji countered with his own, much louder expletives. The first jet of hot, wet come spurted up his wrist and Shuuhei let out a chocked noise, his body going rigid. Renji opened his eyes and found Shuuhei’s brows furrowed, mouth open and moist and soft-looking. He looked away, at the 69 tattoo stark and harsh against Shuuhei’s golden-coloured skin. At least there Renji couldn’t think mushy thoughts. Shuuhei’s dick continued to twitch a little after he’d finished, and at this point Renji released him and drew his hand out of Shuuhei’s underwear. He had business of his own to get finished, after all, and Shuuhei was being damn unhelpful just standing there with a useless hand on Renji’s aching cock, while he came down from his orgasm. “Oy,” Renji growled. “Ain’t you forgetting something, senpai?” He quickly bit the side of Shuuhei’s mouth to get his attention. He reached up with his clean hand and threaded his fingers through Shuuhei’s short, spiky hair, then pulled. “Hello?” “Oh, right,” Shuuhei said, between his panting breath. Renji was about to tease him for being such a lightweight, but then Shuuhei pushed Renji’s hakama a little way down his thighs, exposing his erect cock to the air. With both hands, he started to slide his palms down Renji’s cock, left followed by right followed by left followed by right so that Renji felt like he was engaged in an endless, fucking incredible penetration. He hissed out a throaty “Fuuuuck,” through his teeth and dug his fingers into Shuuhei’s shoulders, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him with a dull thump. One thing to be said about these pit-stop gropes: there was no nonsense, straight down to the good stuff. The tension coiled in Renji’s groin spiralled up so tight he could barely draw in breath, until it finally gave and he swore loudly, his hips snapping forward for one final thrust. Unlike the first couple of times Renji did not push Shuuhei's hands away. He wasn't even that bothered by the mess he was making. Shuuhei continued working his slippery fists up and down Renji’s shaft until he was completely done, finally letting go when Renji slumped against the wall. Both men took a moment to cool off, but neither looked at each other. Renji now carried tissues in his pockets whenever they were sent out on tedious missions in the lower districts of Rukongai, and it was one of these that he threw in Shuuhei’s direction. “Thanks,” Shuuhei said and began to clean himself up. After Renji had wiped all evidence off his hands and tidied himself up the best he could, he straightened his clothes and retrieved his zanpakutō from the ground. He felt calm, a little shaky perhaps, but that would wear off soon enough. Lord knew he had beat himself up over this the first time. Hell, the second and third time, too. It wasn’t common among the ranks of the Shinigami to have fantastic, spontaneous jerk-off sessions with your buddies - male buddies, for that matter. It had taken Renji a great deal of time and inner turmoil to come to the conclusion that it was just that: a jerk-off session. A hand was a hand, and all that. No. Big. Deal. “We’d best check out that last tavern and then get back to Seireitei if we want to get our reports done before dark,” Shuuhei said, his voice now calm and deep again, betraying nothing of the breathless need he’d exhibited before. When Renji finally turned to face him, Shuuhei had just finished retying his belt. He looked up at Renji, his cheeks tinted the faintest red - the only remaining evidence of their heated act. Renji nodded. “Agreed.” He blew out a sigh, realising he hadn’t felt so relaxed and easy in a long time. He figured if there was any trouble on the streets - this was 36th district, so it was likely - he’d at least be calm enough to talk the culprits down. It would beat yelling at them, which he admittedly usually did instead, much to Shuuhei’s exasperation. Shuuhei was silent as they headed back the way they had come. Just before they exited the alley and rejoined the busy streets of the district, Renji threw a grin over his shoulder at him. “You’re not worried or anything, are you, senpai? ‘Cause it’s not a big deal, okay? Just take it for what it is, and next time maybe you’ll be able to last a bit-” “Abarai,” Shuuhei warned, cutting him off. Renji didn’t need to look to know a big blush was dusting Shuuhei’s face. A fist landed a firm punch to the centre of Renji’s back and he laughed out loud. Shuuhei had never been able to put him in his place, but that was just how Renji liked it. Still smirking, he lead them back onto the bustling, dusty streets. ~Fin~ |
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