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Remembering the Innocence	By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 1152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: No underaged beings, humans or otherwise, are involved in this work of fiction. Bleach and all its characters belong to Kubo Tite, I just "expand" them for fun. I do not make any profit from these work of fiction.

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Juushiro wasn't sure if he was floating or sinking, his mind unable to understand the sudden onslaught of pleasure and emotions. By the time he became aware of his surroundings again, he opened his eyes to find Kisuke's concerned face hovering above his. That was when he heard rapid, shaky wheezes, and realized that the sounds were coming from his own lips as he struggled to regain his breath.
"Are you okay?" Kisuke asked as he leaned down to press his forehead against Juushiro's, his voice laced with worry and alarm.
Juushiro allowed himself a few more long, deep breaths before muttering a quiet "Yes". He reached up and wrapped his arms around Kisuke; the man was trembling slightly, whether from fear of seeing Juushiro on the verge of another attack, or from arousal, Juushiro couldn't tell. He stroked the man's back soothingly, until Kisuke's breaths became even again.
"Thank you," Juushiro said softly, his hand moving up from Kisuke's back to the back of his head. He gently raked his fingers through the man's soft blond hair, as though he was combing it back in place.
Kisuke lifted his head and held Juushiro's chin to tilt the man's head upwards, then bent down to plant a light kiss on Juushiro's parted lips. The captain's grip on Kisuke's hair tightened to pull the man closer while he tried to prop himself so that he could press his body into Kisuke's. His weakened arm strained under the pressure, and he let out an involuntary gasp of pain.
Juushiro was immediately guided back onto the mattress. "You shouldn't exert yourself," Kisuke said with a frown.
"But I—" Juushiro began to protest. I want to give you what you've just given me.
Kisuke must've read his message from his expression, because his features immediately softened in understanding and his lips curled up with a hint of a smile. "Next time," he said gently. He was throbbing painfully between his legs, but he couldn't imagine Juushiro reciprocating the act in his current condition.
Instead of arguing, Juushiro simply took the younger man's hand and guided it to his own groin, over his gradually-softened manhood, and down to his entrance. Then, pressing Kisuke's hand firmly against himself, he looked up into Kisuke's face. For a moment the two men just stared at each other in silence.
"Are you sure?" Kisuke asked carefully. It was a precious gift, but Kisuke would only accept it if it were not given at the spur of the moment, or worse, out of guilt.
Juushiro tightened his grip on Kisuke's wrist. "I want this," he said with a reassuring smile at the younger man.
Kisuke hesitated for a while before he finally smiled back. "Thank you," Kisuke bent down to whisper in the older man's ear.
Juushiro released his hold and watched as Kisuke disrobed. His eyes took in every ripple of muscle, every outline of the man's lean frame, until every piece of clothing landed on the floor. His pulse quickened at the sight of Kisuke's toned torso and the light blond trail leading down the man's erection. This is it, he thought, telling himself that he will be okay.
But, truth be told, he was terrified, because, this was...his first time.
"Do you have some massage oil that I may use?" Kisuke interrupted his thoughts. Nodding, he pointed to the same cabinet that held his hair tie, and Kisuke soon returned with a delicate bottle of scented oil, which Juushiro normally used on his temples to calm himself after a coughing fit.
Juushiro flinched involuntarily when he felt Kisuke's hands on his inner thighs. Telling himself again that he will be okay, he took a deep breath and shifted his legs to let Kisuke kneel between his knees. He knew, of course, that he really had nothing to fear, for this was Kisuke, and Kisuke would never hurt him. Still, his heart refused to calm down as his senses heightened in anticipation.
Then, he caught the familiar scent of the oil and he immediately clung to that as if it was his security blanket, and he found himself able to breathe again.
His tense appearance did not escape Kisuke's notice. "We can stop," he said gently.
"No," Juushiro said, trying to act nonchalant, but knew he had failed the minute he heard his own voice.
"We should stop," Kisuke said, caressing Juushiro's thighs reassuringly. "It's okay." He moved backwards, but was immediately pinned in place when the captain wrapped his legs around his waist.
"No," Juushiro repeated, louder this time, a determined frown on his face. Juushiro you idiot, now you've gone and made him worried.
After a stretch of silence, Kisuke's eyes suddenly widened as realization dawned. His features softened and he leaned down, placing his palms on either sides of Juushiro's shoulders. "Is this your..."
Juushiro felt his cheeks light up as he turned his head to the side and nodded. He didn't really understand his own conflicted emotions and hesitation. He wanted this, that much he was certain. So, what was he really afraid of?
"Do you trust me?" Kisuke's whisper was so soft that Juushiro almost missed it. He nodded and cupped the blonde's face. "I'll take care of you," Kisuke promised softly before brushing his lips lightly on Juushiro's.
Then, he went back to kneel between Juushiro's legs, caressing those long, pale limbs soothingly. Tucking his arm under Juushiro's knees, he coaxed the man to bend his knees a little, then he drizzled some of Juushiro's oil on his palm. The scent of the oil immediately calmed Juushiro's nerves, and he closed his eyes and relaxed.
He felt it then; a foreign, uncomfortable pressure at his sensitive entrance. For a moment the pressure was almost negligible, then his eyes widened with a start when he felt a burning pain as Kisuke's finger began to slide in. Heart racing, he blinked rapidly to distract himself, but his breath involuntarily quickened. He felt his inner thigh being stroked gently as Kisuke tried to comfort him. After what seemed like an eternity to Juushiro, Kisuke's finger finally stilled.
"How are you doing?" Kisuke asked, looking up into the older man's face. Juushiro was panting softly, his cheeks bright pink, his brows slightly furrowed, but the pair of green eyes that stared back at Kisuke were encouraging.
Kisuke smiled, then he licked his lips. He needed a distraction for what he was going to do next; using his free hand, he slowly stroked the hardness in front of him, and Juushiro hissed under his breath at the unexpected sensation. Gently twisting his finger, Kisuke bent down and took Juushiro in his mouth.
The effect was instant; Juushiro's hips snapped up and he let out a breathless groan. Kisuke's mouth continued to work as he slowly added another slicked finger. He braced himself for a howl of pain, struggling, anything, but all he heard was a soft hiss followed by loud, ragged breaths. Keeping Juushiro's tip in his mouth, Kisuke looked up to check on Juushiro and found the man staring straight at him.
Juushiro shuddered; feeling Kisuke's mouth was already arousing in itself, but to have the man looking right at him while he was doing it was...something else. He felt the second finger—and it hurt—but Kisuke's tongue and lips at least made it bearable. He gripped the sheets, feeling his skin stretch over the knuckles as he tightened his fists.
Pain. Pleasure. Juushiro's mind took in both sensations and mixed them into a delicious cocktail, and his body reveled in it. He felt Kisuke's fingers move in him, felt them twist, scissor—stretching him until the pain faded into a dull ache, lingering at the corner of his mind but no longer dominating his senses.
Kisuke let Juushiro's length slide out of his mouth as he focused on preparing the man for the next step. Ah, but first, he wanted to find it. Closing his eyes to heighten his sense of touch, Kisuke rotated his fingers within the tight muscles until his palm faced upward, then drew the fingers out slightly and curled them. Patiently, he stroked, rubbed, and massaged the upper wall, waiting for the signal.
Juushiro was a little confused as Kisuke simply stared at him and silently worked his fingers. He could feel the movements inside, but he was clueless about wha—oh! His eyes flew shut and he bit down on his lower lip when a wave of unexpected pleasure hit him. Kisuke recognized it immediately, and his fingers lingered there. His free hand went back to Juushiro's erection and stroked ever-so-slowly. He could see the older man tremble, could see his knuckles turn white, and could feel the man throb in his hand.
If he read all those correctly, Juushiro was ready.

Still dangling the carrot! ;)
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