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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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Chapter 5: Debauchery
I gave Bya my best innocent but naughty expression. It’s a mix of hesitation with longing, while biting my lower lip. He responds instantly with a deep inhale of breath and dilation of his gorgeous grey irises.
He doesn’t know that I am aware it affects him so strongly. I’ve given it to him before, at half strength, mind you. Less naughtiness and longing, and only grazing my lower lip. It wouldn’t be appropriate at work to go full power, especially since we never flirt. Yeah, right. Obviously, I didn’t notice that I was flirting, by using this technique. It comes naturally around him, especially when I’ve screwed up and think I’m going to get punished.
“All right, Ren.” He says softly. “Teach me again. How do I spank you, in a sexy way?”
I gave him a broad smile. “First off. It’s not like punishing a child. Um, you’d be in big trouble if you spanked a child this way.” I sat back up on the bed, resting on my heels. He lifted himself up to lean against the headboard and listened attentively.
“It’s more like role-playing. And it will be easy for us, cuz we already do it at work. Just, think of something that I’ve messed up, it doesn’t have to be specific, and tell me you’re going to punish me. Only this time, we’ll pretend you took me to your Captain’s quarters and you tell me you’re going to give me a spanking.” I was already getting flushed, just imagining it happening at work, for real.
“Say stuff like, You’ve been bad, and if you’re good for me now, you’ll get a reward.” I saw his cock twitch and abdomen tighten at those words. I knew he’d like this.
“You tell me to lower my hakama, which in this case requires some more pretending, seeing as we’re naked. Then order me to bend over your lap.” Now my cock was twitching, and I felt a squirm coming on. “You can stay where you are, or sit on the edge of the bed, if you want your legs bent, for comfort.”
“I think I’ll stay like this. Perhaps, we can be more exact with the positioning at another time.” He gave me a heated gaze, and purred. “Perhaps at work, when you really have done something wrong?”
“FUCK”, a jolt ran through my groin and my head swam for a second. A whine started to form at the back of my throat. He smirked knowingly. “Okay. Let’s do it,” I urged, preparing to lean onto his lap.
“Patience, Ren-luv.” he purred again, holding me off. “We didn’t do the role-play. And I need to know technique, too.”
“You’re right. I’m just psyched, you know?” I can do this, just take a breath and stay calm. “So, as far as technique goes, a cupped hand with fingers tight makes a loud noise but less sting. It’s good to start with.” My words began to come out faster. “You can stagger your timing, so I don’t know when it’ll come next, and alternate with touching, caressing, and fondling of other sensitive areas. That’s what's improper for child spanking. That and the role-playing, too, I guess.” Arghh. Get back on track, Abarai, so we can get this party started! “For more sting, use the flat of your palm, fingers relaxed. I’ll want that, too, once I’m warmed up. Oh, and intensity, gradually build up, but don’t hit to bruise. I’ll let you know, if you want. It takes practice with the same partner to anticipate timing, so we’ll get better at it, with each session.” Done.
I sat there, vibrating, eyes wide open, waiting for him to initiate the game.
“I see,” he spoke slowly, drawing out my agony. “It would be beneficial to replace all your future punishments at work for spanking, then...to get more practice.” He had a glint in his eye, teasing me. But I could see this was getting to him, too. His face was flushed as he raked his gaze over my body, resting at my midsection.
“Bya, please.” I moaned.
I couldn’t wait anymore, and took matters into my own hands. I put on my best, contrite voice and made my posture submissive, “Captain Kuchiki, I’m here to report that an error has occurred. I fucked up. I sent your missive to the head captain instead of to the head council. I await your punishment.” My head lowered, and I had to bite my lip to keep my mouth from forming a smile, feeling it twitch at the corner.
He pushed himself up higher on the headboard and replied, “That’s unfortunate, Abarai, for you know what your punishment would normally be. I suspect that you don’t find it motivating enough and that’s why you don’t take care to avoid errors. I think I will have to modify your discipline.” His tone was perfect. Exactly the effect I needed. I was feeling like a bad boy, and I wanted to submit to his correction.
“Come, Vice-Captain. To my quarters.” He waited a beat, then continued, watching me carefully. “Now, remove your hakama, and bend over my lap. If you surrender to me, and I am pleased, I will reward you.”
I couldn’t see him as I kept my head bowed while I leaned over his waiting lap, giving him access with his right hand. I positioned myself so my ass was lifted and my cock nestled in next to his. I grabbed a pillow, placed it under me and wrapped my arms around it, my head to the side. I had to hold myself still, I wanted to squirm already.
I felt his soft hand pet my backside, running from my low back, across my butt and down my thighs. His other hand moved across my upper back, gently tickling, then resting there. Mmm. Nice. The squirm subsided.
His voice was low, seductive. “Abarai, I should have done this sooner. Your ass is beautiful.” His right hand came back up, cupping my cheek, digging his fingers in slightly. Then it came. A quick, precise, slap.
“Ahhhngh. Fuck yeah,” I groaned, shifting my hips forward. I heard him gasp. He rested his hand where he struck, then caressed it, smoothing out the harshness.
Another smack, followed by two more in succession. He switched to the other cheek and gave me three more. I couldn’t contain my moaning. I was euphoric. I ground my cock into him, squirming with desire. The warmth was spreading through my entire lower region.
He caressed me again, sliding his finger into my crease. I opened my legs a little. It slipped past my bud to gently rub my sac, his thumb stroking my taint. I raised my ass in response, rocking it in time with his rubbing. “Oh, yeah, my captain, I’ve been bad. I must be punished. Mmmm. Yeah.” I can hear him breathing hard, moaning under his breath.
He brings his hand away, and I still myself, anticipating. He lowers it gently, barely touching me, then smacks me with the flat of his hand. I feel the wonderful sting. “More!” I beg, my voice shaking. He spanks me faster, on each cheek, laying down a dozen welts. I’m perched on the precipice between ecstasy and agony, my pelvis writhing, grinding into his hardness. He rests his hand on my thighs, its own burning trying to cool. His breathing is ragged now.
His voice, no longer steady, rasps “Renji... I need.” He doesn’t finish but lifts me off his lap, and moves behind me, spreading my legs wide, knees bent up parallel with my hips. He tugs the pillow down so my lower torso and abdomen rest on it, my face and hands now pressing into the bedspread. I feel so exposed and submissive, and it feels awesome.
His hands land on each side of my waist, one cool, one hot. His lips kiss my hot cheeks all over, licking occasionally. He slides his hands down my sides as he lowers his kissing and settles himself into my crease. I feel his tongue gliding down a couple of inches and then withdraws. His hands move across my lower ass and upper thighs.
I swallow. This is very good. My cock is gently thrusting against the pillow.
“Bya, teach me. Show me what you want me to do to you,” my voice is husky with lust. I look over my shoulder at him, forgetting the role-playing for now.
### PoV switches ###
Renji is so cute and compliant. This isn’t just a role he plays in a sex game. He really is submitting to me, heart and soul. It scares me a little. It excites me a lot.
I thoroughly enjoyed the role-playing and will use it frequently during our lovemaking, but right now, I’m going to show him the rapture of this intimate joining.
“Renji, just close your eyes, and feel what I’m doing while learning. I will listen to and feel your responses to know what you like. It’s just like anywhere else on the body.”
“Mmmm. okay.” He closes his eyes, his thrusting slowing to a stop.
I wrap my left arm under his thigh and rest that hand on his butt. I can let my thumb and fingers wander up and down his crease and caress his cheeks. My right hand is free to move along his inner thigh, up to his perineum, cupping and rolling his balls.
I nuzzle my nose against the sensitive flesh near his opening and kiss it, gently. I move my kisses all around, near, but not touching, sometimes breathing hot air over it. My fingers tickle and tease where my kisses were and return to his sac, moving further along his shaft. The flat of my tongue lightly licks the same skin, brushing closer to his bud, and then away towards his sac, licking and sucking his balls. I hear his panting, his hips slightly rolling in an automatic response. My hand, still on his cock, strokes it rhythmically, stimulating his desire for touch. I kiss my way back to his entrance and gently kiss the pucker, two, three times. I lay a flat tongue below it and run across it up to my other fingers which are pressing up and down, kneading between his cheeks and mildly pulling them open. I lick his hole, pausing, my tongue fluttering against it. His butt rises like a cat’s, while he moans breathily, “In, Bya, put it in me.”
I’m not sure if he means my tongue or my cock but we had an agreement and I’m going for my tongue. I tighten the muscle and probe his opening, keeping my hands busy pleasuring him, massaging him. I feel his ring muscles relax in response, inviting me in deeper. My lips are clamped around him, tongue pushing in and out, moaning at the feeling of power and intimacy. This is beyond losing control, beyond breaking taboo, this is surrender.
I feel his body tense, his cock jerks, and then he explodes, his anus contracting violently around my tongue while my fist milks cum from him.
I remove my mouth, laying tender kisses, and caresses all over him as I sit up. I give him a chance to rest and recover while I reach over and grab one of the water bottles to quench my thirst and rinse a little.
“Oh, Bya. Come and kiss me. I need you.” he sighs. He looks so relaxed and blissful. His eyelids are heavy and his breathing is slowing.
“I should go clean up, first. Make my taste more like me, than you,” I explained as I left to go to the sink. I heard him stirring in the bedroom as I quickly brushed my teeth and rinsed. When I returned, he had a fresh pillow and was lying on his side, beckoning me to him, smiling slyly.
“Your turn, Bya-bunny.” I raise my eyebrow. “I’m trying out terms of affection,” he laughs. He pats the bed beside himself. “Get over here. I told you I need you to kiss me.” I complied, jumping onto the bed to make him bounce. I remembered his joy when we landed on it earlier and hoped for a similar reaction. I wasn’t disappointed. He giggled for me, clearly in a very good mood.
He reached for me and drew me down to embrace me and kiss me softly, lips brushing over mine. I returned the kiss with more pressure, nipping and sucking at his lower lip. He slid his tongue into my parted lips and tasted me. “You still taste like you,” he remarked. He took a breath, looked down, and observed, “Looks like I’m feeling good again, but you are amazing, you’re still hard and not a single complaint about it.”
“Now that you know how to please me, why don’t you put your sumptuous mouth to the task?” I may not be complaining, but I was straining. This had been a long night with no release, yet, and I was feeling pretty selfish about now.
He took the request to heart and positioned me on the pillow, stomach down, ass up. He followed the same procedure that I had showed him. He was definitely my vice-captain, demonstrating that he learned quickly with considerable talent. He brought me to the edge of elation, then pulled away, leaving me quivering with need. “Fuck, Renji, don’t stop,” I pleaded over my shoulder. I was breathing hard and gyrating lustfully.
He winked at me, “Oh no, Bya. This is where we change gears.” He reached to the side table and grabbed the lube.
I gulped, “Right. That’s sounds...” I altered my wording, “Fuck me, Ren-luv” I murmured as I waited. He swiftly coated his fingers and shaft with the slippery lube. He placed his other hand along my hip, encouraging me to raise up onto my hands and knees. His index finger pressed around my entrance, coating my skin, and then gently slid just inside. He waited to feel my ring muscles loosen. He pushed further to his second knuckle, waiting again. His finger curled toward my front, brushing near my nerve bundle, sending a rush of adrenaline through me. “Ohhh, yes, fuck, yes,” I cried. Bolstered by my outburst, he pushed his second finger in, feeling my ring tighten and then, relax. He prepared me with gentle scissoring and thrusting, grazing my prostate. “Mmmm. Do it, Ren, fuck me. Fuck me, now!” I was feeling crazed, needing him to fill me.
He pulled his fingers out, and I felt his tip press against my hole. I relaxed into it and felt it slip past the ring. Oh Gods. It was stretching me, stuffing me, sating my need. He pushed a little at a time, inch by inch, letting me adjust to the sensation. It took no time at all. I loved it. This is why I’m a bottom. This feeling is mine, my bliss, my escape. I rocked back into him, letting him know I needed movement.
He took my cue and started thrusting slowly, small movements. “Delicious,” I sighed.
I could do this, feel this way, for a long time. His motion lengthened but kept steady and slow. He ran his hands over my ass and back as he got a rhythm, moaning with each inward thrust. Every pass of my nerve bundle sent shocks to my cock and my brain, causing my own lusty sounds to emanate. I maintained my own rhythm of rocking, pushing back into him. He reached around and stroked my thickness, keeping in time.
We let this pleasure go on for awhile, but I could feel the tension building in my loins, and my ass started to rotate, sporadically, to increase the thrill. I moved faster and my head dropped to concentrate, swaying a bit, spilling my hair down to trail across the bed. “Ohhh, fuck, fuck, harder Ren, faster.” He used his other hand to pull my hips into him while he sped up and went deeper, grunting in his passion. The fist on my cock was jerking madly and out of sync, now.
I could feel the point of no return arrive as all my nerves blazed and muscles tightened and then shock overtook me as I screamed in rapture. Waves of euphoria bathe me as I feel him slam into me, my passage clenching him, urging him to release. He stops, fully seated in me and I feel his hot seed pour into me, my squeezing channel milking him for a second time tonight.
We both melt sideways into the bed, his manhood still buried in me. He thrusts a few more times as he softens to show his lust for me is never-ending. I sigh appreciatively. I just can’t move or talk, yet.
I lie there, feeling utterly sated, my mind slowly returning to the here and now. I review the evening’s escapades, from the dance club to shower to the many enjoyable activities on this bed. I feel him withdraw from inside me. I doesn’t matter. I still can’t move. He must have grabbed the other water bottle as I can hear him chugging the contents. The bed dips as he leaves to clean up. No time passes, or maybe too much, I can’t tell. I feel a warm, wet cloth gently clean me. He tucks me under the covers of the bed and snuggles in beside me, nuzzling my neck and hair.
“Bya, that was incredible. I love you.” I don’t want to talk, just dream, but I have to, because I feel the same. “Thank you Ren-luv. I love you, too.” I sense myself being pulled under the enchantment of darkness. My last fleeting thought, ‘Being with Ren is better than the freedom I feel when dancing. It’s home.’
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A/N: I created a small arc, not really a plot, just a misunderstanding to resolve. Thanks to satterb’s reviews, I made an outline and there are three more chapters. Then, I’ll call it complete. But I’m taking a break first, for a week or so, maybe. I need to break the cycle of obsession.
I would like to add that I get the review thing, now. When you share your creation, you need feedback, just like sharing your feelings with a lover. You want affirmation, praise. I’ve been making an effort to review every story I enjoy, and I hope that those authors would reciprocate, knowing how important it is.
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