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Driven to Distraction	By : Raymy Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Byakuya/Renji Views: 3768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I don’t know if it’s cool to post chapters so rapidly in succession, but I had to get the smut out of my system. And I had to share it. Sue me or review me.
Chapter 3: Desire
Byakuya started to remove my belt but I stopped him with a firm hand and backed away. “Wait. Aren’t we going to remove our gigais? I think it would be much better that way.” Truthfully, I had never had sex while wearing a gigai and I didn’t want to lessen the enjoyment.
“I haven’t found it to be a hindrance, and I believe we have to maintain a low profile, anyway. You understand that our reiatsu limiters are less potent in our soul reaper forms. These gigai help to confine it. We have a responsibility to protect humans and we wouldn’t want to attract hollows as our reiatsu spikes during coitus.” Byakuya has a talent for making everything he says seem correct. Except coitus? Why can’t he use normal words.
“It’s just that I haven’t been in one before...during sex.” I felt stupid for saying so. I’m so determined to give him a good time, so it will be memorable. I’m coming across as insecure, though. I’ve got to ramp it up. Show confidence.
“It will be no different, really, you’ll see. Just trust me. Now, Renji, come back over here so I may strip you.” He moved his eyebrows up and down as if to say, ‘hubba, hubba’. I almost burst out laughing. How can he be so retro? But, then the look in his eyes shifted to a smouldering, half lidded longing. Whoa. No more comments from the peanut gallery.
I was within his grasp without even noticing who moved. He had my belt off and my pants unbuttoned in no time. He slid his fingers into the waist of my pants and curled them under my shirt bottom. His nails lightly scraped against my skin and I shivered. He pulled my shirt up over my head as I assisted by raising my arms. His expression was dazed as he reached out and brushed his fingertips along my chest tattoos and my head lolled back, eyes closed.
“I’ve seen them before, during sparring practice when you got too hot and bared your chest, but it was usually from a distance. I’ve always admired their clean, understated elegance. You, your toned, muscular body, and your fiery red hair complement them. Or I should say, they complement you.” Byakuya’s fingers lingered around my nipples, gently brushing across them. The sensation sent a thrill to both my brain and my cock. I guess the gigai isn’t a problem, after all.
“Ahhhh...I wouldn’t call me elegant.” I needed to give as good as I was getting. I snapped my head back up, lifted my hands to his shirt and started to unbutton it. Shit, it’s so fancy and too slippery. Many tiny buttons and my fat fingers clumsily grabbing at them. It’s no problem for Byakuya’s slender digits as he rescues my hands and swiftly removes the obstacles before I tear them off.
“Yes, Renji, you are elegant. You don’t know how you look to others but what I see is fluid motion and dignified poise and guarded strength. That is very elegant.” He was dead serious and so I nodded and smiled in thanks for the praise.
I placed my palms on his chest and pushed the shirt over his shoulders. He let it slide down his arms to the floor. I glanced down briefly to see it crumpled there, next to my shirt. I had to resist leaning down to pick them up and fold them neatly for him. He never leaves anything lying on the floor, and my squad training was urging me to please him. He sensed my dismay and put a hand to my face, looking me in my eyes. “Renji, we are not at work. Let’s be a little messy. It’s going to get that way, whether we like it or not, correct?” On one hand, he is so like himself, noticing every detail and interpreting my thoughts perfectly. On the other, he blows another one of my perceptions of him away. Kuchiki Byakuya suggested that we get a little messy.
“Okay. I can live with it if you can,” I grinned. My hands were still on his shoulders and I slid them back to his chest. My thumbs grazing his nipples as a return favour. I still worried about my rough touch but it didn’t seem to bother him, in fact, he responded as strongly as I had. Maybe he liked the rough feeling. I decided we were not going to make it to the shower if we didn’t speed this process up a bit. All this slow, sensual touching was distracting. “Lets just take our own pants off. I’m pretty sure I won’t have a coherent mind left to care about showering if we strip each other anymore.”
He agreed and we speedily removed the remaining clothing. Then we just looked at each other. I don’t think we had a choice. Our eyes were glued. I couldn’t tear mine away if my life depended on it. Gods. I mean, he is a god. His skin is flawless, shimmering with a mix of his body oil and slight perspiration. Wait, he put body oil on his gigai? I guess its just so normal for him that it would be wrong not to. His skin tone is a pale creamy hue. It suits him, contrasting with his black hair and grey eyes. But the real reason I can’t look away is his slender tapering chest, well defined abs, and narrow perfect hips. Not to mention his impressive erection. Mmmm. When can I. Touch it.
Then he turns away and walks to the bathroom. Oh, there’s a sight. I didn’t think it could get any better, but, but, yeah, his butt. Um, where was I. He’s already in the shower. I think my brain had to reboot. I hustle to follow him and see him with his back facing me, head turned to look back, water trickling down, looking like a model. A porn model. Shit, he’s not gonna make it easy for me. My boner is starting to ache for his touch.
I slip in behind him and look for the soap. He’s one step ahead, as usual, and turns to face me with a bar in his hand. He lathers it up and spreads it on my chest, abs, and Oh Gods. He’s wrapped a firm hand around my cock, as if reading my mind. His grasp sends my heart-rate sky rocketing and I have to brace my hands against the shower walls. “B...Byakuya. That feels amazing.”
He chuckles a little, “I told you to trust me. The gigais don’t diminish your pleasure, see?” I’d already figured that out but I wasn’t gonna get into it. I was too focused on the way his hand slid up and down and under. And between. “Auuugh,” I groaned.
I lent some assistance and lifted one leg up to rest on the tub ledge. He gave me special attention, rubbing his finger against my opening while massaging my perineum with his thumb. When he withdrew his hand, I felt simultaneous reactions of relief and longing. He continued with my legs, lowering his body to reach, his face just inches from my erection. I liked seeing the two so close together. He stood back up and turned me around. While he lathered my backside, he gently scraped his nails against my skin. It sent tingles up my scalp and down my arms. He put the soap down and finished with a gentle massage starting with my ass and lower back, rising up my spine to my shoulders and then down my arms to end, clasping my hands, his fingers interlaced with mine.
“Come. Slip under the water and wash the soap away,” he whispered as he led me around his body to the water jets. I was relaxed from the massage but still aroused. However, I think I can last longer, now. The urgency to go fast has dampened under the bead of the spray. Hah, good pun. I share it with him and one corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile for me.
He reaches for shampoo but I stop him. “Byakuya, wait. I think we should leave our hair for tomorrow morning. I don’t want to wait for it dry or have wet pillows. As it is, we’ll have wet ends. Let me wash your body, now.” I can’t believe I’m the one to tell him the sensible choice. He relents and stands waiting for my assault.
I grab the soap and start to lather up. Now that I’m servicing him, I finally notice the spicy scent from the soap. It’s subtle, and has hints of cloves and cinnamon. I bet that’s gonna taste nice. I don’t think it’s his, because his signature scent is sakura, also a subtle aroma. It’s seems an odd choice for the hotel, but what do I know?
I follow the same pattern of washing that he did with me. This is great. I feel this odd mixture of lust and pride. My captain is letting me touch his body, all over. I love it, going weak in the knees when I wrap my fist around his cock. I can almost feel the sensation on my own again. I think the learned need to please him is still motivating me and I hope he considers my offer to massage him after work. All I can think about is how I never want this feeling to end. I’m so jealous of his personal valet, Torio. I bet he gets to touch him everyday.
I give him extra special attention underneath, lifting his leg for him, as I had done. My finger slips up into his butt cleft, right to the top. I have to squat down to reach, but that’s just a bonus as my mouth is breathing on his length. It twitches in response. I can hear his panting, now. Yeah, the anticipation. Having this power to illicit such raw passion from him, it seems better than being on the receiving end. I think my confidence is solid, now. My finger glides down again, resting gently next to his puckering hole. Yep, he hit it when he said he liked to bottom. I press a little harder, making small circles. As I make each pass over the quivering muscle, he makes a little whining sound and rests his hands on my hair. His fingers move against my scalp, mimicking the motion I’m making.
I can see fluid leaking from his member. I decide that I don’t care if I get soap in my mouth, and lean in to taste it, kissing and licking its head while I continue my ministrations. I hear a sharp intake of air as his fingers dig into my skull. I think I feel a little faint. Shouldn’t it be his reaction? “This feels so intense,” Byakuya gritted out between clenched teeth. I come to my senses and change my tactics. I want to get to the bed, now, so I continue with the rest of his body, ending in the same manner, clasping his hands in mine. We both rinse off, quickly and step out of the shower.
I had also given a back massage and it had calmed him, the way it had me. We toweled ourselves off, occasionally reaching over to towel each other, too. I was done first. I guess I have more practice doing it by myself, not having servants.
Suddenly, looking at his delicious body and beautiful face, I felt this outpouring of emotion. I just wanted to hold him and kiss him. I took his towel and quickly finished him off by rubbing his hair tips dry. Then I let it drop and caressed his back, shoulders and chest. I slid my hands up to his neck, running my thumbs along his jaw-line. He rested his hands on my hips and slowly pulled us into contact. My eyes flicked between his eyes and mouth. He leaned in and tilted his head slightly, eyelids lowering. He waited for me to close the small span between our lips. Oh, how I ached inside. This man was wrenching my heart in such a blissful way.
I pressed against his lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I was starting to feel the urgency again. The emotion inside me and physical contact of our lengths rubbing against one another as he gyrated were breaking me down, making me want to ravage him. We kissed roughly, unable to get enough. This was such a roller-coaster ride of intensity and we were perched atop the next plunge. I reluctantly pulled away to say, “Bed. Now.” I was breathing hard and my face was flushed. I could see a pink tinge on his cheeks as well.
“Yes,” was all he said as he almost flash-stepped us to the bed. Man, he’s even fast in the gigai. We landed on the bed with a bounce and I giggled from the rush. I felt like saying, ‘Lets do it again’ but we were where I wanted to be and now it was time to get really serious. If he thought we had experienced intense before, he was about to get educated.

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A/N: I know I’m a bit obsessive and my current affliction seems to be fanfic. It just got worse, now that I wrote some of my own. This could be bad for me, good for readers.
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