Tease | By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 1089 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Shuuhei was not hungry at all after the big lunch, but he couldn't resist buying a bag of those puffy yellow balls that everyone seemed to be carrying. It smelled kind of funny, but he just had to try. Renji and Rukia both looked like they were choking as they refrained themselves from laughing out loud at Shuuhei's behavior. The man seemed determined to learn everything he could about the living world within a day.
"Ahhh..." Shuuhei sighed happily as he sank down into the seat next to Renji. It was still early so people were slowly trickling into the theatre. They had possibly the best seats in the house, right in the center with a perfect view of the screen. It seemed to take forever for the movie to start playing. When the room finally began to darken, Shuuhei almost cheered out loud in excitement. Sensing his feelings, Renji chuckled and wrapped an arm around Shuuhei's shoulder to pull the man closer. The movie started out all right; there was a little boy who was taken away at a young age to be trained as a warrior, and when he was older, he was sent off on a test. As the boy faced a large wolf alone in the snow, Shuuhei gripped Renji's hand anxiously. How did they make an animal act? he wondered in fascination. A battle of life-and-death began, and when it ended Shuuhei let out an audible breath of relief. His heart thudded loudly in his chest from the suspense. This was thrilling! Why didn't they have something like this in Soul Society? "Dude, it's a movie," Ichigo whispered in Shuuhei's ear. "Relax." Shuuhei blushed slightly as he realized that he must have gotten so into the movie that Ichigo could see the tension in his body. He grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head while Renji let out a muffled laugh. Someone in front of them turned around and spat an annoyed hiss, and they all fell silent. And so the movie went on. More fight scenes...then the little boy grew up to become a mighty king. He had a most beautiful queen, her hair was a dark mass of soft curls, her lips sultry, and her long eyelashes fluttered as she looked lovingly at her husband. And they all had on very interesting clothes that looked like long pieces of cloth simply wrapped around their bodies. Their clothes didn't cover much, Shuuhei mused. In fact, the king was bare above the waist aside from a cape or something. And look at the man's abs! Shuuhei automatically thought of Renji and his muscular frame, and smiled to himself. Nobody could compare with Renji when it came to fitness and beauty. He thought of how Renji's toned muscles would ripple in time with his thrusts as he pressed Shuuhei into the mattress... Shuuhei shook himself and reigned in his mind to focus on what was happening on the screen. Ah, the king had declared a war! Shuuhei sat up eagerly. This was getting interesting! He waited for the action to begin, but instead, the scene switched to the king and queen in their chamber. He cocked an eyebrow. Oh, they're saying goodbye, he realized. The king knew that he would most likely die in the battle, and this could be the last night he had with his queen. Shuuhei felt a twinge of sadness as he thought of how similar that was to his own predicament. When the time comes, he would also have to say goodbye to Renji. Would Renji look at him like the way the queen was looking at the king now? Would Shuuhei be able to put on a brave front as the king did now? When the king and queen kissed onscreen, Shuuhei's eyes widened. Ooh, and now they're undressing. He turned to look at Ichigo. Was the kid old enough to watch this? As expected, the boy's eyes were glued to the screen, his mouth slightly agape. Shuuhei chuckled to himself. It's a movie, he thought, it wouldn't be anything too graphic anyway. On the screen, the king pushed the queen onto the bed. Their naked bodies pressed urgently against each other, and the king's fingers began to explore his wife's smooth curves. The queen closed her eyes and arched her back into her husband as he captured her lips in his own in a fierce kiss. Moans and pants filled the darkened theatre. Shuuhei gulped. Wow. Were these people really pretending? It looked real enough to him. In fact, it was so real that he was beginning to feel his face heat up; the way it would heat up when Renji claimed his lips, and when Renji's arousal rubbed against his own... Mmmm...that sweet sensation when Renji's talented fingers massaged his sensitive organ, oh how he loved the loving caresses, oh yes, just like this... Shuuhei's eyes flew open as he suddenly realized that he wasn't just thinking of these sensations. The mental images in his mind had gone away, but the wonderful feeling between his legs lingered. Oh god, it felt so good. His eyes immediately went to his crotch, and for a moment he stopped breathing. "Renji!" he hissed, just loud enough that only the redhead next to him could hear. "Hmm?" Renji murmured in a sultry voice. His eyes were half-closed, but the gaze was fixed on the raven-haired man now staring at him with a stricken look on his face. "What are you doing?" Shuuhei whispered urgently. Renji smirked. "Touching you. Why?" Shuuhei nearly passed out in exasperation at that reply. "Stop it! This is not funny!" "Mmm..." was all Renji said. His hand continued to stroke Shuuhei's arousal through his pants...gently, but firmly enough for Shuuhei to feel it through the fabric. "Ichigo will see this!" Shuuhei was close to panicking. His eyes left the screen, but the moans from the royal couple continued to ring in his ears, and much to his horror, he was getting harder by the minute. He clamped his thighs together, but that didn't deter Renji one bit. "Mmm hmm..." Renji replied. Shuuhei risked a sideways glance at the orange-haired boy next to him. Ichigo's eyes were still glued to the screen, obviously riveted by the erotic display on the screen. For a fleeting moment Shuuhei wondered if Ichigo was a virgin, then he caught himself and looked at the boy nervously. Good, Ichigo seemed to be completely oblivious of the indecency that was happening right next to him. Rukia, who was sitting on the other side of Ichigo, was staring at the screen with her mouth slightly ajar as well. Shuuhei was safe, for the moment. Renji's strong, talented fingers expertly played with Shuuhei's erection, which was beginning to strain painfully against the tight pants. Shuuhei took long, deep breaths to calm himself, but Renji's touches was rendering his efforts useless. His heart threatened to leap out of his mouth as it quickened, partly from pleasure between his legs and even more so from his fear of being discovered. This reminded him exactly like what Renji had done to him in the onsen not too long ago, but at least they were under water that time! Shuuhei cursed under his breath and tried to pry Renji's hand away, but the stubborn redhead simply latched on to his privates in a painful grip. After a few failed attempts, Shuuhei ended up placing the bag of popcorn on top of Renji's hand, hoping that it would be enough to block it from view. His face burned as he became increasingly aroused, and he bit down on his lower lip to silence himself. When Renji's hand made a particularly sensual swirl on his erection, he couldn't stop the little moan that escaped his lips. For a few seconds Shuuhei froze, his heart beating wildly, expecting Ichigo to turn around and begin shrieking. But no, the boy was still completely engrossed in the movie. Shuuhei glanced at the screen. Oh god, the queen is now riding the king with her head thrown back, her long tresses spilling across her soft shoulders and across her breasts. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was making the most erotic moans that Shuuhei had ever heard from a woman's mouth. To Shuuhei's horror, hearing those moans made him accidentally let loose a groan of his own. He immediately clamped a hand on his mouth. Now for sure Ichigo would find out! Luckily for him, his groan simply blended in with the sounds from the movie, and he realized that he was not the only one affected by the sex scene. Around him, he could see people, men and women alike, shifting in their seats. Some looked uncomfortable, perhaps even a little embarrassed, but most men looked like they wanted badly to be the king. Ichigo continued to stare at the screen and showed no indication of having heard Shuuhei. "Stop it, please!" he pleaded softly, tugging at Renji's hand. "Mmm..." "Shhhh!" A girl sitting in front of Shuuhei suddenly turned around and hissed at him. "Shut up!" she whispered fiercely. "S-sorry!" Shuuhei stammered, hoping that she didn't see Renji's hand in his lap. The redhead seemed completely nonplussed, his hand continued to massage Shuuhei's increasingly painful arousal. Groaning inwardly, Shuuhei sank back into his chair. He stretched out his legs and curled his toes as he shuddered in pleasure. His hands gripped the seat rest tightly, and he clenched his eyes closed. How he wished he could just moan freely like he usually did when he was alone with Renji. This was plain torture, and he could tell that the redhead was thoroughly enjoying himself. Should've just let Urahara kill him, he thought, gritting his teeth. He was absolutely furious at Renji but his body was loving every touch. When another tremor of pleasure shot through his body, he let out a muffled cry before he could stop himself. "You okay?" Ichigo's voice rang in Shuuhei's ear. The raven-haired man froze and his heart sank. There, now he was busted. He braced himself for a scream of horror from the boy, but nothing came. That was when he realized that the pressure between his legs had lifted. "Y-yes," Shuuhei said, his face burning from embarrassment. He turned to glare at Renji, but Renji simply smiled innocently at Ichigo and Shuuhei as he casually tapped both hands on the armrests of his seat. Ichigo shrugged and returned to the movie. Shuuhei's body sagged in relief. The bastard! He shot a murderous glare at the redhead next to him, but Renji just looked at him and winked. Winked! Shuuhei jumped when Renji's hand returned. He looked at the redhead pleadingly, hoping that his eyes would convey his desperate pleas for the redhead to stop. Renji smiled at him sweetly and blatantly ignored him. It was getting painful as his flesh throbbed within the confines of his pants. Shuuhei clenched his eyes shut and hissed softly at the mixture of pleasure and pain that radiated up from his groin. He slouched more and more in the chair, hoping to ease the pressure between his legs, but in doing that, he only provided Renji more access. The redhead's hand immediately snaked downwards and pressed gently on the sensitive area between Shuuhei's sack and entrance. Shuuhei threw his head back into the back of the chair and arched his back at the new sensation. Help me, he thought, almost sobbing. Somebody help me. Now Renji's hand was back at the tip of Shuuhei's length, alternating between gentle squeezes and long, slow strokes. In his attempt to swallow a cry, Shuuhei ended up coughing. The hand in his lap immediately disappeared. "Hey, are you alright?" Ichigo turned and asked in concern. He was slightly annoyed to be distracted not once but twice in the middle of such a...captivating...scene, but Shuuhei seemed to be in distress. Perhaps he accidentally swallowed a piece of popcorn? "Y-yeah, I'm t-totally fine," Shuuhei gasped, sitting up straight. His eyes flicked to the screen and he laughed weakly, "Interesting, huh?" Ichigo rolled his eyes. You'd think that someone at Shuuhei's age would be less affected by a sex scene in a movie, he thought.I just love Shuuhei being helpless like this. xD
By the way, can anyone guess what movie they're watching? Leave me a comment with your answer! I'll write a story dedicated to anyone who gets the right answer! ;)While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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