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Title: A Vizards Love

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 10

Story: 1

Characters: Shuuhei, Renji, Ichigo,

Word Count: 5,349

AN: SMUT! *waves the pompoms* Er...yes, that is the real word count. It's...really fucking long. Took me three days to write. 3! *shakes head* Enjoy?
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Chewing on his bottom lip as he thought over his plan, Ichigo hummed and smoothed a hand over the back of his kimono, frowning lightly in thought. He knew what he was going to do, or at least the start of it, but he was still thinking, Shirosaki stating that he was over thinking it all. Sighing and agreeing with his hollowfied Zanpakuto that the two knew what they were doing since they did hang out with the Vizards when they came around to visit. Grunting as he brushed out his hair, making a note to get it trimmed back to the shoulder length it was usually kept as, he checked his new day kimono once more before smiling slightly.
“Well, hopefully this doesn’t get me laughed at,” he sighed, rubbing at his face with one hand as he dropped his brush onto the bathroom counter before leaving the room. Making sure the windows of his rooms were closed tight, he left them, locking the doors behind him and heading towards Shuuhei’s and Renji’s shared home, only stopping by a favored, discreet adult toy shop. They knew him and they knew who he was but never once would they ever tell anyone just why he was there.
They had to many clients that were high profile after all and there was no reason to scare away their repeat customers or future customers.
Once he had gotten what he wanted from the shop, he continued on his way and used the key that he had been given to get into the house. “Hello? Anyone home?” he called out, not getting any replies from Renji or Shuuhei. Closing the door behind him, he took a moment to look around and make sure that there wasn’t anyone around before smiling slightly and heading to the bedroom.
Once there, Ichigo placed the bottle of lubricant that he found his body didn’t have an allergic reaction to, loving the fact that it was organic and created for those who resided the Seireitei, and the matching condoms. He wasn’t sure if they would be used that night but it always paid to be prepared. Once that was done, he wrinkled his nose as he realized that he would end up waiting for another hour at the least before the two men came back. Sighing and glancing at the bathroom, he decided that he would put their rather large soaking tub to good use.
As he thought, Renji and Shuuhei arrived an hour after he did, Shuuhei pushing his lover up against the wall in the front hall as they kissed, tongues dancing and tasting, bodies rubbing together as one of them kicks the door closed. Ichigo stepped out of the bathroom, kimono mostly on but only loosely tied to preserve some modesty but still showing long legs and defined chest. He would later deny that the sound that came from him at spotting the two men trying to pull off their clothes was a squeak.
Pulling away from Renji’s lips, Shuuhei’s eyebrows headed for his hairline at spotting a partially dressed Ichigo standing there with a flush on his cheeks that was steadily heading down to his chest. “Hey there, Ichigo,” he husked, watching the red in high cheeks deepen to a ruby color as Renji licked his lips and gazed over at their visitor with dazed eyes. Shifting away from the redhead in his arms, the lean taicho walked over to Ichigo, knowing that if the other wanted, he could be out of the house before he could even take a step.
Standing before the slightly shorter male, Shuuhei placed one hand a lean hip, feeling it curve ever so slightly under his hand as his other one came to rest on Ichigo’s back, pulling him close. “Hi there,” Ichigo breathed, brown eyes wide as he realized that his plans were flying out the window as his body heated with the other so close. Renji hummed softly as he came to stand behind Shuuhei, pressing up against him with a lazy smirk.
“Well, damn, Ichigo, if we’d know you were here lookin’ like this we would have gotten back sooner,” he purred, reaching around Shuuhei to tease his fingers over a bit of exposed skin. They both watched as a small shiver worked it’s way over Ichigo’s body and loved how he pressed closer to them with a sigh.
Ichigo brought his own hands up and rested them on Shuuhei’s chest, thumbs brushing over the skin that Renji’s hands had exposed when the two had first come in. Humming as he lowered his eyes with a smile tugging on his lips, he moved his fingers so that just the very tips were teasing the brunet’s sternum. “You know, I was planning on going to lounge on your bed with a good book while I waited but then your tub called to me and I just had to make good use of it. Training the new recruits was a bit of a lesson in dodging and trying not to strangle the teachers who sent me half-assed trained recruits,” he drawled, feeling Shuuhei’s breath hitch as his fingers slid lower, parting his kosode.
Renji purred behind Shuuhei, watching the teasing touch, knowing that this would be the first time that their younger partner had even a small thought towards anything sexual and was grateful that they had come home instead of going out with Ikkaku and Yumichika. Ichigo was slowly pushing aside the fabric of Shuuhei’s uniform top, fingers still trailing as his eyes watched more and more skin be exposed. The brunet was watching with dark eyes, a small smirk curling one side of his lips up, thumbs caressing the indent where hip and groin met.
“At least you were able to use the tub,” Renji finally hummed as he watched those long fingered hands finally tug Shuuhei’s top from his hakama, letting it fall once it was free. Watching those hands press against hot skin that he knew was lightly scarred, the redhead groaned and rocked his rapidly hardening length against Shuuhei’s back, feeling the man moan. He was enchanted by the way Ichigo took his time in exploring, stroking here, pressing there, scrapping his nails along one rib or another. All of it made to draw sounds of pleasure and to find out what made his lovers enjoy themselves.
“We should move to the bedroom,” Shuuhei gasped out when one of those exploring hands brushed over his nipple, startling a shudder from him as he let his eyes close, basking in the fact that he had Ichigo there. Touching him. Blushing and biting his lip. Exploring.
“Alright,” Ichigo hummed, sounding reluctant to move now that he had one body that he had been dreaming about under his hands.
Renji chuckled and pushed Shuuhei forward which prompted Ichigo to move backwards. “Turn now,” he drawled when they came to the bedroom door. Glancing at the nightstand, he leered and squeezed Shuuhei’s hips. “He came prepared.”
Shuuhei tore his eyes away from Ichigo’s face and the shoulders that were slowly being exposed with every shift of his hands on slim hips. Looking to the bedside table, he smirked slightly and pulled Ichigo close once more, hands sliding around to cup the pert ass. “Indeed he did,” he drawled, looking down to Ichigo, who was heavily flushing once more.
“What? I know what works best for me and my body,” he huffed, playing with Shuuhei’s top, convincing the fabric to slide off of one shoulder. Renji chuckled as he walked around them and further into the room, opening the thicker curtains but letting the gauzy under ones stay, allowing light to flow into the room.
“True and they’re both items that we use ourselves,” Renji hummed as he worked his own kosode out of his hakama and down his arms. “Are we gonna stand here forever or are you gonna kiss him already?” he asked Shuuhei, getting a leer from the brunet.
“Kiss him of course,” Shuuhei drawled as looked down slightly to Ichigo, loving the way chocolate eyes darkened and a smirk was spreading over soft lips. Tipping Ichigo’s head back, he lowered his own, brushing their lips together, just tasting, teasing their new lover into relaxing into the kiss with a sigh.
Ichigo hummed as Shuuhei slowly deepened the kiss, going from a slow slide of lips over lips to a firmer press that moved, just tasting and feeling each other out. Getting used to a new mouth in Shuuhei’s case and a true first kiss in Ichigo’s. Groaning when a slick tongue slid over his bottom lip, he opened his mouth and shyly met the other with his own, shivering when he felt Shuuhei’s arms wrap around him tight and pull him close. He shivered again when it registered that the hardness against his stomach was because of him.
Groaning into the kiss, Shuuhei tasted and memorized all of the places in Ichigo’s mouth that got a delighted sound, loving the way with every slick pass of tongue over tongue the younger male gained more and more confidence. Sliding his hands up the strong back, he smirked mentally when he received a sighing moan from the younger male as the tips of his fingers brushed the bare nape.
“Fuck if you two aren’t amazingly hot together,” Renji said, voice husky as the two men pulled away, Ichigo blinking dazedly and Shuuhei feeling justifiably smug at having caused it.
“Of course we are,” Shuuhei chuckled as he looked to his other redheaded lover, finding Renji standing there without a bit of clothing and hair loose to fall around his shoulders. “Looking really happy to watch us, but I can’t help but wonder,” he drawled as his eyes danced over the body on display before them, “if you wouldn’t want a taste of our dear Ichigo.”
Renji smirked when Ichigo turned his head and blinked hazy eyes at the fact that the male before him was completely nude, pouting slightly. “What’s with the pout there, Ichigo?” he asked teasingly as he walked over to them, Ichigo’s eyes dropping down lower before widening and shooting back up.
“I didn’t get to undress you,” Ichigo huffed, his own voice thick with lust and need.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to do that at another time,” Renji promised, reaching out to tug the still mostly dressed Ichigo into his own arms, feeling silk and silky skin press against his own. Dipping his head down, he took the other’s lips in a deep kiss, basking in the deep moan as the strong body melted into his own and shuddered hard in lust. Ichigo hummed as broad hands reached between them to loosen the obi that held his kimono closed, letting the fabric fall to the side with a whisper of sound.
Renji groaned when Ichigo was able to press against him, skin against skin and found himself unable to stop his hands from sliding up from hips and over ribs to tease nipples that pebbled so perfectly for him. Ichigo groaned, pressing into the touch as his own hands found their way to lean hips, fingers tracing over silky smooth tattoos that contrasted with the slightly dry skin that surrounded them. Shuuhei hummed as he slowly pulled off his own clothes, delight in the contrast of the two men before him as his uniform found its way into a pile.
“Wonderful,” Shuuhei hummed, stepping up behind Ichigo and drawing the kimono off of his arms, convincing the other to remove one hand and then the other from the skin before him. The two redheads didn’t bother to break the kiss, tongues sliding and tasting as Renji continued to touch and arouse. “Didn’t bother to put on your fundoshi or underwear huh?” he chuckled as his own fingers danced over hips that seemed to very subtly curve.
Making a note of that for later, Shuuhei smirked when Ichigo just huffed as he pulled away from the kiss, his fingers still seeking out the markings on Renji’s skin even as he turned his head. “I didn’t feel like messing with them,” he husked, wiggling and pressing back into Shuuhei’s body, moaning at the hidden strength and the hardness that pressed against his back. “What are you are you gonna do now?” he asked.
Renji smirked at Shuuhei as one hand reached down to gentle cup Ichigo’s balls, brushing his thumb over the skin and watching the younger man gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as the gasp turned into one long moan of pleasure. Smirking smugly, the red head gently tugged on them before rubbing his thumb against the crease where balls and prick met, pushing the hard length up a bit more. “We should probably move this to the bed before he collapses onto the ground,” he husked as he watched Shuuhei move one hand up to tease a pec.
Shuuhei hummed and nodded. “How about you do that?” he asked, pulling away and making Ichigo make a breathless sound of displeasure. Renji chuckled as he pulled his hand away from his treat before reaching around and cupping the other male’s ass, lifting him up and causing him to squeak as he wrapped his arms and legs around him.
“Warn a guy next time,” Ichigo snarled, shuddering when Renji bounced him in his hold, rubbing his length against his stomach.
“I will,” Renji teased, getting a dry, if not still lust filled, look from Ichigo as he walked over to the bed, climbing into it and laying Ichigo onto the bed. Sitting back between long legs, red-brown eyes ran down a lightly muscled body, showing just how much exercise and sparring he did in his day to day life. Ichigo had never been heavily muscled, not like Sado had been and still was, but neither was so he slim that people laughed at the fact that he had no visible muscles, like Uryuu.
No, Ichigo was leanly defined, muscles shifting obviously under soft skin that was only marginally scarred considering all that he had gone through in his life. And all that body was spread out for Renji’s and Shuuhei’s pursual, including the flushed hard length that was twitching against a lightly defined stomach.
“Damn if you don’t look good enough to eat,” Shuuhei purred, a definite promise in his voice as he climbed onto the bed and leant against the headboard, bottle of lube being dropped down next to him. “So, what is it that you’re wanting to do?” he asked, eyes dark as Ichigo smirked and shifted, dropping Renji down onto the bed. The brunet smirked at the fact that he had a perfect view of what was going on as Ichigo straddled Renji’s hips and sat on him.
“I thought I would indulge in a little...taste testing,” Ichigo hummed, Renji’s eyes going wide in need as his hands slid up the other’s back.
“Taste testing huh? I’m thinkin’ that Renji is liking that idea,” Shuuhei chuckled, settling back for the moment, fingers just brushing along the underside of his own cock, content with watching. He wanted what was happening to last for a good long time after all and if letting Ichigo use Renji’s body as a learning tool helped that, well neither male was going to complain.
Ichigo hummed and leant over to once more engage in a slow, drugging kiss, much more confident in his abilities now that he was past the original nervousness that had kicked him in the gut. He had never done this before but he was starting to find his stride as he pulled away from the kiss and smirked softly, loving the way his lips tingled and seemed flushed with blood. Licking them to catch the subtle taste of Renji from off of them, he placed the tips of his fingers onto the other man’s neck as he once more sat up, drawing his fingers downwards.
Renji hummed at the feather light touch, eyes half lidded as he watched the way Ichigo was smiling, lips full and red from the kisses and body flushed with desire. His length rubbed nicely against the ass that was perched on it, giving him just enough pressure to take the edge off but not enough to actually take him over that edge just yet. His hands slid down to rest over Ichigo’s bent knees, thumbs rubbing at the soft skin there, licking his lips as the male perched on him dragged his fingers over his pecs.
“Scrape your nails over his nipples, but be careful to keep your balance,” Shuuhei drawled from his spot. Ichigo flicked his eyes over, and hummed in pleasure at finding him lounging on the bed, one hand resting behind his head while the other one sat on his stomach, legs bent and spread. Turning back to Renji, he did just that, and gasped when the strong body under him bucked as a loud groan escaped the tattooed male.
“Fucking teases,” Renji groaned, his fingers twitching on the knees under his hands. “Both of ya,” he grunted when Ichigo just smirked down at him and did it again, taking his time the second time around just to tease the nipples. The resulting groan and hips pressing up into his ass made him hum in delight as he went back to exploring the body before him.
“I could get used to being known as a tease,” Ichigo drawled as his hands stroked and petted the body that was sprawled out before him, sliding down as his hands drew over ribs and taut stomach. Renji groaned as he watched their youngest partner learn what drew a sound from him, freely basking in the pleasure that was so easily offered to him.
Ichigo hummed once more and slipped to kneel between Renji’s legs, drawing his fingers over the black tattoos that sat on tanned skin, following them to the hard length that twitched. Flicking his eyes upwards to see how his partner was faring, he smirked and ran the tip of his finger up the underside of the prick. The resulting growl made him smirk even more as the finger rubbed at the head, just teasing.
“Fucking hell,” Renji whined, head arching back as his hips twitched upwards into the touches, hands resting on the bed as they tangled in the sheets. “I’m gonna die from the teasing.”
“No you won’t. You’ll just be blissed out by the time Ichigo is done with you,” Shuuhei husked, drawing a chuckle from Ichigo.
“I can only hope so,” Ichigo chuckled softly as he continued to use just the one finger to tease the others cock, finding out what drew out the best sounds. His own length was hard and twitching but he ignored it for the moment as he leant down, his hand curling around the base of Renji’s prick. Humming softly, he stroked his hand up the length of it before sliding back down, watching the way it twitched in his hold.
“And damned if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen in the last few days,” Shuuhei breathed, eyes wide as he watched a sweet tongue dart out and taste the tip of the prick in Ichigo’s hand. Renji groaned and jerked under the gentle swipe, brown eyes looking up through thick lashes to watch his reactions.
Shifting on his knees to find a more comfortable position, Ichigo hummed and took a chance, sliding the head of the cock into his mouth, tongue sliding over the slit and hummed at the salty-sweet taste. Renji shuddered and clamped down hard on the urge to move, to slide deeper into the slick heat that was slowly working over what Ichigo could fit. The younger male stroked his hand over what he couldn’t comfortably fit into his mouth, knowing that he would have more time to practice such things. For the moment, all he wanted to do was tease Renji until he was begging and to taste what was offered.
Gasping when a calloused hand stroked over his ass, the fingers slick, Ichigo turned his eyes to the side and found Shuuhei kneeling at his side. “Calm down and focus on what’s before you. I just want to make sure you’re ready to be taken and that’s usually better done when you’re distracted by something you’re enjoying,” Shuuhei cooed, leaning down enough that he could press a kiss to one shoulder.
Humming in agreement, not wanting to let go of the prick in his hand and mouth, Ichigo returned his attention to what he was doing as Shuuhei brushed his fingers over the ring of muscles that he found. Closing his eyes and sighing, Renji groaning softly at the soft vibrations above him, Ichigo pulled up from where he had gone down, tongue pressing and sliding as much as it could. His hand followed after his mouth, spreading the saliva that was left behind, helping in his movements as his body grew used to the gentle brushings of the fingers against his entrance.
Pressing forward, taking the hardness back into his mouth, he shifted slightly when the rubbing fingers pressed lightly on the muscles before once more rubbing. As he pulled back, Ichigo gasped, sucking hard in surprise when one of the pressing fingers pushed forward and slid into his body easily. He automatically relaxed, well used to feeling something pressing into his body, Renji grasping at the bed sheets, prick leaking heavily.
“Damnit, Shu, warn a guy when you’re gonna do something to the one sucking his dick, yeah?” Renji breathlessly complained, not sounding to upset by the turn of events.
“So sorry. Next time I shove my finger into Ichigo when he’s sucking your dick I’ll warn ya,” Shuuhei snorted even as he moved said finger in and out. Ichigo just moaned as he once more pressed forward to take Renji into his mouth, the words flowing over him and not meaning much, too focused upon the weight on his tongue and the finger that was so different than his own.
Continuing to focus on his sucking, Ichigo found that he could slide lower, taking Renji deeper into his mouth, tasting the bitter-sweetness of the precum that was coating his tongue. Moaning, he sucked hard as he came up, focusing on the tip as another finger was introduced, feeling them spread. Shuddering, he glanced up at Renji’s face, feeling a flush of pleasure at seeing the wild eyed look of need that was focused on him.
“Come on, Renji, will ya give him what he wants?” Shuuhei purred from his spot, watching Ichigo continue to tease and taste, focused on the length before him and hips pushing back each time his fingers worked their way back into his body. “Let him taste ya in full,” he chuckled as Renji dropped his head back onto the bed and groaned, shuddering at a particularly pleasurable flick of a confident tongue.
“Fuck. Me,” Renji gasped before arching when Ichigo raked his nails down the inner thigh of one of his legs, the other hand coming up to play with the stretch of skin between his balls and his own hole, fingers rubbing firmly over the patch of skin. Grunting, his body going stiff, the tattooed male whined and felt the coil that had been tightening snap, Ichigo blinking at the flood of bitterness that came with his climax, swallowing reflexively.
Pulling away only after Renji’s body went limp, feeling the fingers that had been moving in and out of his body just sitting there, Ichigo licked his lips and looked at the blissed out redhead. “Ah, there we go,” Shuuhei hummed, shifting behind Ichigo so he could kneel behind him and use his free arm to pull the younger male back to rest in a comfortable position, fingers still buried in the tight body.
Gasping as the fingers shifted, Ichigo rocked back on them with a whine. “Will you move them already? I want more,” he groaned, Shuuhei chuckling into one ear as his free hand rubbed over his stomach.
“Fine, I suppose I can give you more,” the brunet hummed, reaching out to grab the bottle of lubricant, glad that he had had the mindset to keep it close. Pouring some more onto his fingers, he worked three into the grasping hole, humming at the low mewling moan of pleasure. He felt the muscles around his fingers twitch and tighten before relaxing around them once more, making sure to keep his movements slow and even. He wanted Ichigo well and truly stretched, ready to take his cock before he actually took him.
Ichigo sighed and moaned as the pleasure rolled through him, so different from when he was alone in his room with himself and his toys, rocking his hips back as his hands reached back to grasp onto Shuuhei’s thighs. Rocking back, he used his hold to ground himself, unable to stop the sounds of pleasure as the nerves were stimulated, fingers finding his sweet spot to stroke over with delicate touches.
“Who’s, fuck, who’s the tease now?” he gasped out, eyes closed and head laying on Shuuhei’s shoulder. He felt the low, rich laugh vibrate against his back and heard it brushing against his ear.
“Oh, but I happily admit to the fact that I am a tease, especially when it comes time for private games,” he purred into one ear, nipping at the curved ear. Ichigo shuddered with a whimper, feeling the bed shift as Renji sluggishly move out of the way to watch them. “You really did bliss him out though. Now the question is, can I make you that happy?” he asked as he twisted his fingers and getting a choked moan from Ichigo.
“I take that as a yeah,” Renji husked, flopping back against the pillows and watching as Shuuhei pulled his fingers free of the grasping body after another minute.
“I believe so,” Shuuhei chuckled, as he moved Ichigo to lay on his back, looking up at Renji with narrowed, thoughtful eyes. “Hand me a pillow would ya?” he asked, Ichigo stirring from his lust and pleasure filled haze, humming lowly. “I’m going to guess that since you know what kind of lube you like, you have toys to.”
“Yeah,” Ichigo sighed, feeling Shuuhei’s fingers slide back into him, slick with even more lubricant. “Been having to...relieve some tension in the last year,” he admitted, flushing with more than pleasure.
Shuuhei smirked and once more pulled his fingers free, pouring some of the slick onto his length, coating it completely before pausing. “Do you want me to use the condom?” he asked, Ichigo lifting his hips when Renji poked at one and shoved a pillow under them.
“I bought them just in case you would want them,” Ichigo hummed, stretching and whining at wanting something to help scratch the itch deep in him.
“We don’t often use them. Only during quickies or when playing with someone that we don’t want in our bed for more than one time,” Renji hummed, flopping back against the bed once more, one leg falling over the side of the bed. “Otherwise, we say fuck them.”
Shuuhei chuckled at the wide eyed look on Ichigo’s face as he realized what he meant by that, hitching a leg slightly up and sliding into the cradle of his hips, pressing the hip against the stretched muscles, pressing lightly. “Yeah, we’re not letting you go anytime soon,” he promised, voice lusty and dark as he pressed forward, Ichigo keening as he was filled by something other than his fingers or a toy for the first time.
“Fuck,” Renji breathed out as Shuuhei shifted so that Ichigo was in a more comfortable position for what they were doing, easing long legs to rest around his waist. Ignoring the slickness on his fingers, he rolled his hips very lightly to help relax the muscles that were squeezing his cock like a vice, resting one hand on a thigh and the other on a hip. “Come on, Ichi, just gotta relax, luv.”
“Yeah, relax, right,” Ichigo gasped, shuddering at the tiny movements. The entry had burned and stretched, the feeling odd, but it was still filled with pleasure, an amazing amount of it. And Shuuhei wasn’t on the small size, just above average in size really, which meant that it burned a bit more than any of his toys did.
“You’re doing good,” Shuuhei hummed, stroking his hand over the lean hip. “You’re doing very good. Just relax and trust in me,” he said, shifting his hand so that he could trail his fingers over the softness of his inner thigh.
Ichigo sighed under the touches, feeling his body relaxing around the prick that was in him, rocking his hips slightly and feeling fuller than he had before. He moaned when Shuuhei pulled back, drawing his length out until the head was the only part still in him before rocking forward in a controlled thrust. Arching and gasping when it teasingly brushed over the spot that sent pleasure dancing through his body, Ichigo grasped onto the sheets and found the rhythm that his lover was setting.
Renji had to groan as he hardened once more, watching the two males move in time with each other, one taking, one giving but both loving every moment of it. He had known that Ichigo would be gorgeous in his passion, just as gorgeous as he was when fighting. All sleek, lethal grace that came out in everything he did, but there was more to the beauty that was before him. Reaching out, he grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked one hand, content with letting Shuuhei introduce Ichigo to the world of sex and pleasure.
The two men rolled and rocked, the pace speeding up as they got used to each other, Ichigo demanding more, harder, faster from his partner. Hands clawed at Shuuhei’s back as the brunet wrapped his still wet hand around the leaking prick that bounced between them and stroked in counterpoint to his thrusts. Renji panted heavily as the sounds of skin on skin filled the air, surrounding the moans and growls that came from the two men.
“Fuck, Ichigo, you’re so fucking gorgeous laid out, getting pinned to the bed and taken. I have a feeling you’re gonna be moving oddly with how hard Shuuhei’s taking you now, but it seems like you’re not complaining,” Renji panted, unable to stop the tumble of words. Ichigo whined and keened, dragging up fresh red lines on Shuuhei’s back as his body tensed and bowed, shuddering hard as he came between them, the words fueling his pleasure to a tipping point.
Shuuhei made a sound of surprise at how tight he was suddenly being squeezed, and pressed forward completely, falling over the edge himself. “Fuck, Ichigo. Shit,” he groaned, hips rolling as he came, unable to do much else but feel. He caught the sight of Renji grunting and furiously stroking his own cock before he slicked his stomach, all three going limp on the bed. “Gonna be sore in the morning,” he huffed, burying his face into Ichigo’s neck as he wiped his hand on the bedding.
“So worth it I bet,” Renji chuckled, his voice raspy as he smiled lazily at Shuuhei. “Is he okay there?” he asked.
Shuuhei hummed and forced himself up, getting a complaining noise as his length pulled free of the body that didn’t seem to want to let go. “Yeah, just blissed out,” he chuckled.
“I’ll get a bath going then. No need to let him be that sore and sticky, no matter how delightful it is,” Renji chuckled, sliding out of bed and wobbling to the bathroom to run the bath.
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