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Rukia threw her head back, shivers travelling down her spine. She felt overwhelmed by sensation, every inch of her tingling in the most mind-numbing of ways, driving thought and patience out of her body through the fall of sighs she tried her best to muffle again his skin. If it wasn’t so, she would be able to tell, it was neither Renji’s rough hands nor his wandering lips that were pushing her to the edge with so much ease, but the mere fact that she had prayed for this man with all her heart so many nights before she got to be held like this in his arms.
She tugged at the band holding his hair up, wrestled with it furiously. Renji winced, then cried out a little. His own fingers lifted to bat Rukia’s away even as he continued trying to kiss wherever he possibly could. Rukia shivered, the not-so-cool air of minutes ago now making her bare chest and shoulders tingle. She almost pulled her shihakusho upright again, purely by instinct, suddenly untethered now that she wasn’t feeling so warm anymore. Instead, she chose to focus on undoing Renji’s uniform with shivering fingers, her tongue poking out between her lips out of the sheer force of will needed to keep at her task and not start scratching every strip of skin she bared.
Finally, he tugged the stupid hair tie out and Rukia watched his hair flow down his shoulders and back. It fell forward to conceal part of his face and the eye she could see was narrow with the sort of desire that made you lose control of your body, Renji’s mouth half-open as he raked his eyes all over her breasts.
A sudden wave of shyness overtook her, which was strange. She had imagined their first time so many times before, in every way she could see it playing out, a gentle night of kissing and caressing, rough, furious hands tearing clothes off, a blushing Renji and an adoring one, all of it, just daydreams for so long now. She couldn’t have possibly recreated in her own imagination, the frantic desire that seemed to be lighting them up now, leaving no room for delicacy or charm. It was all purely instinctive, like something inevitable delayed for far, far too long.
“What?” He grinned a little, scratching under his jaw and brushing hair out of his face, and there it was, the shyness she had gotten right about him, at least. She couldn’t help grinning and reaching up, she stuck her fingers in his armpit and tickled him till he jumped.
Taking her chance, she sprinted off, across his quarters, through the hallway, and into his bedroom, shrugging off her top and discarding it somewhere at the threshold. Alarmingly close behind her back, she heard furious cursing and increased her speed. It was no good, she had not a second to react before powerful arms wrapped themselves around her shoulders and heaved her up.
Renji had picked her up so many times before, there was no reason it made her heart thunder as it did. She placed a hand on his chest and found herself caught just like that, half-naked and staring at him as he tried to straighten his futon with his foot, his face split in a grin, cheeks as red as his hair.
He placed her there with no breathtaking gentleness, no arousing haste. Her head hit the pillow just right though and she smiled as he came to straddle her legs, his hand spreading across her stomach, fingers long enough to brush the softness under her breast.
His hand was so big, he would have no trouble keeping her pinned in place just like that, she realised and her toes curled at that.
They needed to get the hakama off of her before she ruined it.
Renji, already stripped out of his by Rukia, gave himself a tug, his thumb sliding over the head of his cock and making Rukia’s entire world melt into the moment. She gulped, unable to tear her eyes off of him there and let his fingers tug at the knots on the strings of her pants, undoing them quickly.
He tugged the fabric down her legs and she lifted her hips and wiggled in place to allow for it. She had barely felt the whisper of the cloth sliding off her skin when fingers wrapped around her ankles and she found her legs being spread apart. She saw him lick his lips and felt herself crawl a few inches closer to losing it completely before the warm wetness of his tongue licked up her pussy, already making her bite her lips and throw back her head without even spreading her open to get at her properly.
His nose rubbed against her hair and his fingers began massaging her calves. She tangled her hands in his hair, holding him in place as he reached lower and yet lower, pressing the tip of his tongue to the very ends of her opening, dragging it in till it slipped between her folds and curled over her clit. She shivered, knew instinctively that he must have had practice with this before, and felt safe in the knowledge that now that he had her, he won’t spare a thought to whoever had taught him how to do it and do it this well.
“Get here,” she groaned out, voice a little raspy from clasping her lips tightly shut on so many moans he was trying his best to coax out of her. Rukia trembled in place but wasn’t ignored and Renji’s lips trailed up her body, kissing her stomach and then the span between her breasts, curving along with her throat and reaching her lips.
Sweat clung to the back of his neck, his skin damp when she touched him to draw him closer. Helpfully, she lifted his hair, bunching it together in a ponytail in one fist, a very useful tool to manoeuver him around with. Renji huffed against her lips, amusement written in how his hands tightened around her waist, thumbs climbing over each other above her navel. She tugged his face to the side, dragging his mouth to press kisses into the side of his neck. When she craned her neck to give him more space, her eyes accidentally fell on the mirror set up in the side of the room, a low table holding a couple of jars set up next to it. It reflected them quite clearly and she had never before been so aware of just how big he was, in every way, pressing her into the mattress and drowning her in touch.
She felt her eyes roll back, Renji’s touch suddenly more electric. She could see his tattoos and the dips of his hips, his toes pressed up against the floor and calves taut. She felt so small next to him like if he wanted to rough her up, he wouldn’t have to think twice. It was incredibly arousing though and she spread her legs wider, feeling his skin against herself, the shyest brush, a tease more than anything.
With a groan, she tried to grind down, feel more, and be touched more. Renji’s hands slid down her sides to hold her thighs, her skin light against his tanned fingers, thighs thin and delicate in his powerful hands. He lifted his face from the side of her neck, followed her gaze, and found the mirror. His cheeks erupted in red, and he lowered his eyes, burying his face in her chest.
She cradled his head, grinning and pressing kisses to his hair.
“Put it in, now, why don’t you?” She teased and with one hand, he smacked the side of her thigh, softly. She laughed.
“Your butt is the sexiest I have ever touched.”
She noted when he didn’t move and was rewarded with teeth digging into the soft skin of her breast. She yowled in pain and tried to push his head away except his lips were open against her nipple now and his hand had snuck in to rest in the middle of her legs.
When his finger pressed inside her, she felt herself tightening up. His touch grew softer, tongue slow in its stroking against her areola. He began pumping his finger in, and she felt wetness pool where his cock was pressing against her, low on her thigh. She grinned and threw her head back, turning to the mirror to watch Renji finger her open.
She couldn’t be made to wait any more than till the moment two of his fingers, longer than any she had had in her, were seated comfortably inside. She used her toenails to scratch his thigh, kiss him insistently till he got the point, lifting his hips up to line them together.
Renji groaned, his eyes squeezed shut. His cock looked bigger than it had been a while ago. He was apparently both a shower and a grower. For a second, doubt curled inside her. It was big. The nervousness bled into excitement seconds later as she felt his head rub up against her.
He lowered himself over her again, this time her face was barely at his shoulder. With one hand, he pinned her right leg in place, with the other, he cradled her head so she could bury it against his chest. She glanced at the mirror and watched his hips tilt before the head of his cock breached her.
She felt her body tighten, till she could feel her calf cramping up. Renji was completely still, body damp with sweat, mouth open in noisy pants. He was stroking her hair now and she began kissing across his tattoos, simply to distract herself and get her body to relax.
Renji slid in a little more and Rukia felt sure by the time he was fully inside, she would be feeling as if she had been torn open. In the best of ways, though. Her back prickled with anticipation, she could barely wait.
Her legs lifted to round his hips and with gentle pressure at the small of his back, she made him sink in a little more. He gasped out and Rukia found herself desperate to hear that sound again. She massaged his back, he cupped her head, and slowly, steadily, he managed to fit all of himself inside her.
The throbbing pressure was too much, way too much and Rukia was squinting, clamping her jaw shut to keep herself from crying out loud. Her legs felt useless with his full length inside her like if she moved at all the stretch would become an ache. When his hips pulled back, she braced herself, heart fluttering and tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Renji eased himself back in again and Rukia was unable to help it this time, whimpering just a little.
Renji’s fingers curled protectively around her head.
Rukia felt her toes tingle, life returning little by little to her legs as she became accustomed to Renji’s slow, shallow thrusts. Her body relaxed, opened up and a hand trailed over from her thigh only for his thumb to press against her clit, massaging it in uniform, round circles, slowly causing bolts of electricity to begin coalescing against her burning skin, sinking into her bones, a type of pleasure so intense she felt as if she had never known it before.
In the end, it seemed as if he fit exactly right inside her, just how he needed to for her to feel as good about herself as she wanted to.
His pace increased but only by a little and Rukia dug her nails into his arms, holding onto him as he rocked her tiny body with every powerful thrust. She turned over and looked at the mirror again, the obscenity of the image-making even her blush this time. It also made her pussy throb harder and she could no longer tell if that feeling came from his cock or his thumb. Above her, Renji grunted. His hair had fallen free again and he removed his hand from her to throw his hair over his shoulder. It was that, in the end, the roughness of the movement, the wild little sounds falling from him, and his gritted teeth and squinted eyes reflected back at her in the mirror, that sent her crashing into her orgasm. It had snuck up on her as stealthily as anything and she trembled in the throes of it. Her pussy tightened around him. Renji moaned, grabbed her hips, and straightened his body. Through the haze of orgasm, Rukia admired his ripped, tattooed body, slick with sweat and shiny under the lamp, thrusting rapidly against her. There was a squelching sound now that she hadn’t heard before and once again, she watched his face redden. She grinned as his arms shook, his hips stuttering to a halt. He crashed down, steadied himself with a hand spread against the futon, next to her head and she felt it, the increased wetness, the trembling of his thighs.
Nobody had finished inside her before, she hadn’t allowed it. She felt proud of that decision now. This was something she would regret not sharing with him first.
His body shook, his scent was pleasurable to her, somehow smothering her tiny frame as his body had. She reached up for him, arms held up and Renji watched her for a second, eyes disbelieving for a second, as if it was beyond him that this had happened, unfathomable.
She smiled and he collapsed in her arms, making her huff in slight discomfort. He immediately adjusted his weight and Rukia felt her heart grow warm.
“I had imagined you would be a lot chattier,” he noted after a while.
Rukia hummed.
“I think I am, too.”
Renji laughed.
“What does that mean, now?”
Rukia’s fingers felt up the firm muscles of his back and he adjusted himself so they were face to face again. Rukia reached up and kissed his pointy chin and Renji pecked her eyelid.
“Did I make you speechless?”
He lifted a brow, smirking a little now. His cock was still inside her, heavy. Rukia wanted to keep it there longer but she also knew the drag against her walls when he finally pulled out would be exquisite still.
“On a scale from one to ten, how insufferable will you be tomorrow if I tell you you did?”
“Hundred,” he nodded, seriously and then his grin widened.
“You didn’t, then,” she flicked her wrist in pretend boredom, and Renji scowled.
“Really, asshole?”
“Really. I mean, it was less you. More us. The fact that it’s us, here together, like this.”
His irritation melted away with her words and her hand cupped the side of his face. She turned and kissed the pad of his palm.
“I have imagined this so many times,” he confessed.
“Was it as good as in our imagination, then?”
Renji smiled. Rukia reached up and kissed his cheek.
“Are you kidding? I couldn’t have possibly come up with something like this.”