Log Post
Who: Giovanni and Renji (and Zabimaru)
What: Sex. . .a lot of it. (Zabimaru not included.)
Where: Soul Society
When: A while ago. Before the fight between Badou and Giovanni. I'm just a huge slacker, and I'm sorry *hides*
Why: If we had a reason, I'm not sure I remember what it was.
Also: No witnesses. Stuff. Idek.
Renji was outside in the courtyard, because Giovanni had been sleeping, and he had wanted to train a bit. (He'd been slacking as of late.) Zabimaru was manifest before him, and they circled each other warily. The sword itself and the redhead's haori sat beneath a nearby tree, out of the way. Renji wore a taunting smirk as he charged again, tackling the nue to the ground and trying to catch the enormous beast in a headlock.
He'd been sleeping a lot since he got here. Not necessarily because he was tired, but...well, the last few days, it had been a little hard to digest. You could say he was in a shock, really.
The blonde shifted a little in his sleep and shivered, the tips of his fingers curling against his palm as he slowly woke up, blinking for a few minutes in a slightly dazed manner before (with a sharp pricklingsinking feeling like ice water poured straight down his spine) it all came crashing back. Oh. Right. He wasn't home anymore.
The redhead knew instantly when Giovanni awoke, and with the lapse in concentration on the fight, Zabimaru took the opportunity to slam him to the ground. Renji landed with a loud grunt, breath forced from his lungs. "Opportunistic bastard," he growled at his partner with a fierce grin. "Get sick of losing to me all the time, eh?"
The beast grinned back, baring his teeth. "You should know better than to let anyone distract you in a fight," he responded meaningfully, though it was more tease than reproach.
Giovanni sat up with a little jerk at the noise from the courtyard, a hand flying up to his face in a brief moment of panic (wherewasitwherewherewhere) before his other hand closed around the familiar orange sunglasses lying on the bedside table. Even after he slid the lenses over his face, obscuring his eyes, his heartbeats were frantic in his ears (wellwellwell, guess old habits die hard, hmm, little Giovanni?) as he stood up from the bed, only pausing long enough to find something decent to wear.
"You don't have to reteach me how to fight," Renji snapped back, though his tone was just as good-natured. "If it was anyone but you, you know I would be entirely focused on the fight."
"Oh, I think he could easily distract you," the serpent hissed, and his tone was a little sharper, more of a critique than the baboon's had been.
Giovanni had a bit of a trouble tying the knots and sash of the clothing, his movements still sluggish and just-very-slightly off but in the end he (somewhat) managed, looking almost like a child in the oversized black as he made his way out of the bedroom. Somehow managing to avoid the puppy, Giovanni reached the door to the courtyard, pausing there, almost hesitating in the doorway.
"You're not interrupting anything, little one," the ape called, glaring at its counterpart, the smartass snake, just daring him to say something to the contrary. His voice was deep, rich, and soothing.
Renji glanced over to the door, wondering how his lover would respond to this.
His lips set in a rather tight line at the words, Giovanni glanced at the...well, he didn't quite know just what it was. A baboon, perhaps, or something close to it-except with a snake as a tail. None of it (surprisedisbeliefsomethinganythingnothing) showed on his face, however, apart from his lips, and the blonde swept his gaze over the...creature and Renji alike, straightening up slightly. "It certainly sounded like I was."
The redhead was upside down, and he shot Giovanni an upside down grin before rolling over beneath the nue. "You're not. We're just playing." His expression was vaguely hesitant, however. He could tell the young man didn't know what to think. "Giovanni, this is Zabimaru. Zabimaru, Giovanni." He bit his lower lip. "This...is my zanpakutou, my sword."
The tightness around his lips loosened, somewhat, at the grin (looking completely ridiculous upside down) that Renji shot his way, and Giovanni inclined his head slightly at the...sword. He still didn't quite get just how the sword could manifest itself as a seemingly real creature before him, while simultaneously lying oh-so-innocently under a tree. "-Pleased to meet you?" The blonde uttered, a little uncertainly, a little awkwardly. After all, how did one greet a baboon?
The beast bowed his head politely. "The pleasure is mine," he responded in his deep baritone. "It looks as though we have you at a loss. I know plenty about you, and yet it appears Renji has not explained much about shinigami." For a large, savage-looking beast, he was incredibly well-spoken.
The redhead had the grace to look sheepish. "Well, it never came up, now did it?"
Giovanni shrugged a little, pushing back the oversized sleeves from slipping down past his forearms. "Rukia has told me a little, I believe," his voice was even, matching the polite tone of Zabimaru, even as he chose to ignore the first part of the beast's remark. "Though it does seem like I was kept fairly ignorant of most things." The blonde was still standing there on the doorstep, still rather divided between actually stepping out and... well.
"Well, as you can see, those shinigami that have a strong bond with their zanpakutou can manifest their spirits physically. Zabimaru and I like to spar. Good training." Renji flexed a little and shoved Zabimaru hard. The ape was expecting it, but not the force behind it, and slammed into a nearby tree. However, he knew that it wasn't any sort of challenge or continuation of their session, and didn't move to retaliate as Renji stood and crossed the clearing to stand in front of Giovanni. "We were just about finished, anyway," he offered with a tiny smile, almost shy, as he stretched out his hand for that of his lover.
He didn't flinch and looked on, half-impassive, half-curious, as the beast was flung across, slammed into the tree; violence wasn't something that he wasn't used to, after all. "Oh?" Giovanni looked up at the redhead and simply raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that I'm not interrupting? I could just go back and sleep-" Despite his words, the blonde slowly reached out and let his hand fall into Renji's, very carefully hiding the twitch of lips.
The redhead used his light grip on Giovanni's hand to pull the young man to him, into his arms, and he pressed his lips to Giovanni's temple, speaking against the sensitive skin. "I think you have been sleeping too much," he murmured quietly. "If you are going to go back to bed, it will not be to sleep~" He heard Zabimaru snort with amusement from somewhere behind him, and grinned against his lover's face as he brushed a kiss there.
The blonde let out a huff of breath (almost a sigh, almost annoyed almost not-) as he was pulled into the other's arms, and he obligingly tilted his head against the brush of lips, his own curving into a half-smile, this time. "I was tired," Giovanni muttered out, feeling yet another sharp prickle of-of what? (guilthappyfearexcitement) down his spine at the reminder, even as he relaxed slightly, pressed so against Renji, the amused snort of the spirit barely registering. "Actually, I am still tired. Maybe I'll go back~" The blonde purred out, his fingers brushing warm against the other's palm, his hand still held in Renji's.
Zabimaru knew that they were finished for the day, and when he disappeared, it was not with the slightest hint of annoyance. No, he knew, even with the troubles this one was causing Renji, his other half was also truly very happy.
The shinigami was grinning as he pulled back, and then tilted his head to lean in, kiss the tease from Giovanni's mouth. "Maybe I'll just have to put you to bed," he mumbled, amusement quite obvious as his arms tightened around his lover's lithe frame.
"I'm not a kid," Giovanni hummed low in his throat as he leant up into the kiss, the half-smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. There probably should have been a hint of annoyance(disapproval?), except there really wasn't, just the slow spread of warmth, the strange sort of tingling across his skin. The blonde finally relaxed against the other's form, the ever-present tension(tauttense nerves constantly focused on the back of his head, his neck) loosening. "And I only just got out."
"Oh, I assure you, I know you're no kid," Renji replied in a low rumble. His fingers danced up his lover's spine, massaging lightly to uncoil any remaining tension. "However, if you don't want to go back to bed, there are plenty of other places we might explore~"
The blonde let out a soft, pleased sigh at the touches, shifting slightly to press more fully against the shinigami. Silently loving the touches, the feel of Renji's body against his, the fingers down his spine making him shiver. Giovanni let out a long purr again, leaning his head in to nuzzle at the other's throat, the blonde hair tickling across the bare skin. "Oh? Like where?"
"Oh, I don't know," the redhead chuckled, tugging Giovanni further out, into the courtyard, and closing the door behind them. "I have it on good authority no one will be disturbing me for quite a while, and this courtyard is available for my personal, private usage for the evening..."
"And what do you have in mind?" A half-teasing grin tugged at the corner of his lips as Giovanni let himself be tugged away, into the courtyard, not really caring about any prying eyes (even before Renji had reassured him of the fact) and wrapping his arms loosely around the other's shoulders, fingers light across the back of the shinigami's neck.
"Have you ever felt grass against your bare skin?" the shinigami purred. "All soft and sweet-smelling, as you crush it beneath you?" He cupped the side of Giovanni's neck as he leaned in, capturing his lover's mouth. "It is definitely something I would advise experiencing..."
His breath was caught in an audible hitch, another shiver rocking through his body as Giovanni leant up a little more, lips parting against Renji's as they kissed. His fingers dug in a little more, pressing a little harder against the shinigami's skin, as Giovanni purred into the other's mouth. "In that case, I probably should try, hmm?"
The redhead grinned. "I think so. But it's up to you, of course. And, should you choose to, I have another teensy suggestion~" He kept his tone light and teasing, but this request meant more to him than the prior suggestion had, and he was nervous about it.
"Another one?" The blonde tilted his head slightly, leaning back away from Renji a little so he could stare up into the other's face. "My, you're quite demanding, today~" He never stopped drawing little circles on the back of the shinigami's neck, a part of him (somehow, unknowingly) picking up on the other's nervousness and trying to soothe, even if the blonde himself didn't quite realise it.
Renji reached up, brushed his fingertip oh, so lightly and gently across the top of Giovanni's frames. "Feel free to tell me no," he murmured quietly, leaning in to brush his lips across the young man's forehead. "But I don't think these are exactly necessary, when it's just the two of us..."
Giovanni's form stilled, almost froze, for a brief second or two as Renji brushed his finger against the glasses, the breath hitching in his throat again but this time for completely different reasons. The blonde took a slow, shuddering breath and leant into the reassuring kiss on his forehead, prying his fingers off from where they were clamped around the back of the other's neck almost painfully. "I know," he breathed out, moving his fingers gentlysoftly across the other's skin again, almost as if apologizing, "it's just that-"
Renji had not paused either of his light touches, even when it had felt as though Giovanni was trying to remove his spine through the back of his neck. "Shhh..." he soothed. "If you don't want to, you don't have to." He licked his lips, and then leaned in to brush them across Giovanni's. "It was only a suggestion. I love your eyes..."
Something in his chest clenched (almost painfully, almost something almost something) at the other's words, the tone of it, and Giovanni let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, leaning into the light brush of lips. "It's not that I don't want to," the blonde mumbled softly, dropping his head to lean his forehead against Renji's shoulder. "I don't know..."
The shinigami's large arms encircled his lover, holding him there and making no further move towards the sunglasses. Renji leaned in, speaking directly into the blonde's ear. "Giovanni, your eyes are perhaps the most amazing things I have ever seen, and I don't care why you have them, or how, or what they represent. They are yours and I love them." And that was not just reassurance to make the young man feel better, calmer. Renji really did think they were amazing, and he knew he was privileged with the knowledge of what they looked like.
Giovanni forced himself to take a slowdeep breath, so deep that made his entire body shiver and simply held himself still, almost completely unmoving other than the lightsoft movements of his fingertips against Renji's neck. The blonde felt the odd clenching in his chest again (tuggingtwisting in a way that was almost an ache, almost not but not unpleasant, no, not at all) at the other's words. He didn't know why he felt like this, how the shinigami made everything somehow okay with just simple words like that, but he did. And slowly, slowly, he relaxed back again, almost slumping against Renji.
Renji sank down with the blonde, seating them both comfortably on the grass and keeping his arms tight around Giovanni. "Better?" he asked, nuzzling the side of his lover's throat gently, humming a soft sigh against the sensitive skin. "Just breathe. You know you have nothing at all to worry about from me, right?"
Tilting his head slightly against the nuzzling, Giovanni nodded mutely, the humming a pleasant sort of vibration against his skin. "I know," the blonde whispered out, the hand on Renji's neck weaving slowly into the red hair, the movement mostly to calm himself down, really. "I'm just-not used to it. Used to this."
"That's why you can take this at your own pace," Renji replied. And he would encourage the young man whenever possible. "But you've already shown me once. Doesn't that make it any easier?" Not pressure, just curiosity, because he'd never experienced anything like this before firsthand.
The memory of that night(blindingparalyzing fear, snarling voice in his head blood in his mouth and all the while Renji's voice, the warmth of his body constantly felt) made Giovanni shudder faintly, the temperature seemingly dropping even as something inside him flared up at the reminder.
The blonde didn't say anything for a minute, simply pressing his nose against the crook of Renji's neck and breathing in the scent, the smell that was both indescribable and Renji, finally exhaling quietly against the skin there. "Sorry," Giovanni mumbled, his hand tightening nervously around the red hair for a second before loosening again. "I'm trying-"
At the first sign of discomfort from his lover, Renji's fingers began walking up and down Giovanni's spine, sinking into pale blonde hair, massaging the curve of his skull. "I love you," was his reply, soft and whispered directly into the young man's ear.
"I--" Giovanni shivered again, the words seemingly stuck fast in his throat. Slowly, slowly, his free hand rose up, cupping the side of the redhead's face. Not moving, not doing anything at all, simply feeling the warmth from Renji's skin bleed into his own, the touch of skin against skin comforting, reassuring.
He held that for a moment before moving his hand away, veryvery (shivering again against the shinigami) carefully raising it to his face, fingers wrapping around the frame of the orange sunglasses, the grip trembling almost unseen as he slid it off his face. Giovanni almost immediately closed his eyes, out of pure reflex than anything else. "I love you too," he said simply, hardly daring to raise his face, hardly daring to speak at all.
"Look at me, and say that again," Renji whispered, entranced.
A (half apprehensive, half pleasant) shudder went through the blonde and his grip tightened nervously around the frame of the sunglasses, a few breathlessloudfrantic heartbeats sounding (too loudly) in his ears before Giovanni raised his face, the ice-blue irises flicking uncertainly before they met Renji's eyes. He licked his lips, all suddenly dry, and took a breath that was more like a gasp, letting it out in a rush of frantic(scared) words. "I love you."
The redhead was instantly cupping his lover's cheeks, holding his face still so that their eyes could lock. His fingertips brushed in slow, gentle circles along the young man's jaw. "Thank you."
Giovanni let go of the sunglasses, leaving it on the grass beside them so he could raise both of his hands up, fingers brushing against the back of Renji's hands, the almost-not-there shivers subsiding just a little. "I love you," he said again, almost choking on the words, the tightness in his chest increasing. His eyes were fixed on the redhead's face, the pale eyelashes fluttering a little unsurely, a little nervously, but not closing.
The shinigami smiled, grinned really, and pressed their foreheads together, gazing into those wonderful, strange eyes. And then he brought their lips together, devouring the blonde's mouth, trying to reassure Giovanni as much as possible, trying to demonstrate physically what he was feeling. The fact that the blonde trusted him this much was unthinkable; it left him stunned and not a small part terrified that he might fuck up again.
It was strange; his heartbeats seemed to slow down and beat faster all at the same time, his skin heating up under the other's touch. Giovanni's lips quirked up slightly, a tentative smile, though he felt rather breathless at the intensity of the other's gaze. He had never felt this before, the feeling of being so exposed, vulnerable, even, like this without the familiar opaque lenses hiding his eyes-but at the same time feeling safe. The blonde leant into the kiss almost as eagerly, the pale gold eyelashes fluttering again as he blinked, a small, repressed nervous twitch of his fingers tangling into the front of Renji's haori.
"Okay?" Renji murmured into his lover's mouth, arms wrapped tight, pressing the young blonde gently to the grass. His hands roved across Giovanni's body, his touches firm despite the oversized haori and hakama. (Renji reminded himself to have some made in Giovanni's size; it wasn't that he minded sharing, but that he figured his lover might not enjoy looking dwarfed by the redhead's clothing.)
Giovanni hummed out an assent, half-closing his eyes against the glare of the evening sun and letting the other's touches roam freely across his body. A hand fell back almost lazily, the back of his arm and hand feeling strangely ticklish against the grass; after all, the blonde wasn't accustomed to seeing any sort of greenery, if ever. The other arm hooked itself around the redhead's neck, cool fingers sliding under the other's haori, trailing down one shoulder.
The redhead moaned softly at the feel of fingers under his clothes. "There's boundaries~ I want them out of the way. You'd look good outlined in green...and nothing else." He licked his lips and began peeling his lover from the confines of slightly tangled haori.
A shivershudder(jolt of electric shock, seemingly) went through Giovanni's body at the other's words. "It...tickles," the blonde gasped out as they broke the kiss somewhat, a half-smile still playing about his lips as he reached down with his other hand, rather clumsily (and hastily) helping Renji in untangling the haori from off himself.
"Do you like it?" Renji purred, carefully putting the haori out of the way and tossing it aside so that Giovanni's bare back was in the grass.
The grass was soft against his skin, the cool blades tickling his back and Giovanni arched slightly against it before settling down. "Mm, yes~" The blonde purred out, arms reaching up towards the shinigami again, wanting to pull him down closer.
Renji easily let himself be tugged down, grinning right back at the blonde. He shrugged out of his own haori so that he could press skin on skin, glorying in the light friction of the movements of bodies together. Nothing deliberate, just the gentle shift as he made them comfortable. He grazed his nails along the blonde's ribs, trying to tickle him more.
Giovanni gasped slightly, shivering and shying away from the nails across his skin. A strange (almost as if he wasn't used to the sound) noise of half-laughter left his lips as the blonde squirmed, one of his hands trying to swat Renji's fingers away. "S-stop it-!"
Renji grinned wildly, and began tickling his lover in earnest, fingers scrabbling along the blonde's sides, gentle but insistent. He dipped his head to nibble along Giovanni's collarbone, laving his tongue slowly and enjoying the slight tang of his skin. "I don't think I will~" he laughed.
Another strangled laughter-of-sorts left the blonde's mouth as he twisted, trying to move away from the tickling down his sides, but to no avail. One of his hands was still trying to get Renji's hands away from anywhere near the sensitive, ticklish points, while the other pushed feebly at the redhead's shoulder. Though, it didn't really work, since he kept losing his grip. "You- Really- Stop- Renji-" Giovanni panted out in between sucking in little gasps of air, even as the tongue against his skin made him arch.
The shinigami finally did pause the tickling, in favour of dragging his hands lower, working the knot of his lover's hakama. His mouth was everywhere along Giovanni's throat, collarbones, and shoulders, trying to make the young man arch further.
The blonde let out a breathy, high purr and oh-so-helpfully arched up further against the touches, towards the shinigami's mouth. His body shuddered gently, partly from the tickling earlier but something else there now as well, the hand that was trying to push Renji away now clamping down on the other's shoulder.
Renji urged his lover to arch his hips instead, so that he could tug away the last offending article of clothing from that lithe body. He trailed his lips along Giovanni's chest, moving slowly south, but keeping his eyes locked on those of his lover. "I think that I'd like to watch you watch me..." he whispered, dipping his tongue tantalizingly into the young man's navel.
Giovanni squirmed and arched again under the redhead, involuntary shiver rocking through his body again as the last of his clothing was pulled off. The pinprickdark pupils flickered nervously, Giovanni blinking ever so ofen as he gasped at the touches.
It was strange, to be looking at Renji like this without the light weight of the sunglasses, the orange lenses obscuring his vision. Though it made his heart beat faster, his skin hotter under Renji's lips, and the blonde let out a low whimper, the sound filled with nothing but pure need. And all the while, his gaze fixed on the shinigami's face, his mouth.
That face, that mouth hovered lower, dark eyes glinting with mischief. The tip of Renji's tongue darted playfully across one jut of a hipbone, an obvious tease. "Now, how would you like this?" he murmured in a low rumble. "Would you like me to suck you? Or maybe something completely different~?"
Another low whine tore out from his throat and the hips jerked slightly, fingers curling tightly into fists. Giovanni sat up slightly, elbows digging into the grass beneath, and the blonde did his best impression of annoyed, though the expression wavered and flickered into something more like desperation. "Anything," his voice broke slightly into a high, breathless gasp, as Giovanni squirmed again. "I don't care just please-"
"You just wait right there..." Renji breathed, lips ghosting lightly against his lover's length before he rose to his feet and went back inside his rooms. He retrieved a small vial of lubricant from his nightstand, shed his hakama, and then had returned to the blonde's side in under a minute. "Christ, but I adore you," he breathed, eyes drinking in the sight of the young man as his fingers trailed back and forth across a flat abdomen.
Giovanni's head fell back on the grass below and he sucked in a hurried, quick gasp of air, the muscles of his abdomen jumping and drawing back at the touches, almost outlining the ribs under the skin. God, he was so hard already it hurt. "Well then," the blonde all but begged out, the gaze directed at the redhead ever-so-slightly unfocused and desperate. "what are you waiting for?"
The redhead was grinning, widely. His expression was fierce and eager, and yet teasing and mischievous at the same time. He trickled a bit of the lubricating oil along Giovanni's length, and then let his fingers play in it, swirling it in circles over the blonde's stomach, pausing to give the eager cock a few languid strokes.
The pale eyelashes fluttered, the blonde fighting back the urge to close his eyes as lights burst behind his eyes at the feel of other's hand on his length. A hitching gasp followed almost immediately by a moan escaped Giovanni's lips and his hips arched up, hands fisting around the soft turfs of the grass, pulling hard enough that some came up by the roots. "What-" His eyes were wide, the pupils dialated now, ice-blue almost completely gone in the darkening of the eyes as Giovanni looked up at Renji, gasping softly.
"Shhh..." Renji all but purred, tone very much sated jungle cat. Well, perhaps not sated yet, but well on his way. In one swift move, he'd carefully straddled the blonde's waist, letting himself shift until his lover's cock was nestled in the cleft of his ass, and he couldn't suppress a low groan at the feel of it.
Giovanni arched until his shoulderblades weren't even touching the grass and let out a soft, purring growl half-surprised, half-something. "Renji-" His hands left where he was clenching the grass and (almost even without him realising it) clamped down hard on the redhead's hips, nails digging and scratching slightly.
"Yes~?" Renji panted back, body convulsing with faint shivers as he arched his hips, length sliding against him. "Can I help you?"
"Renji- I-" his brain shut down halfway through whatever the words that he was going to speak as the redhead shifted, and another low growl tore itself out of Giovanni's mouth, his hips jerking again. Oh, god, that was great, that was so good-
"You like that, do you?" the redhead all but purred, licking his lips slowly. "I want to watch you watch me fuck myself," he whispered, rocking his hips deliberately.
The blonde gave a fine rendition of the shinigami's name in a long, drawn out whimper, digging his nails harder into the redhead's hips, pulling the shinigami closer even as his own jerked upwards again. His eyes slid shut for a few seconds as the blonde tried to catch his breath, the noise of blood rushing by frantically loud in his ears. "P-Please-"
Renji nodded slowly, gritting his teeth a little as he shifted, reaching back to guide his lover's length to his opening, gasping as he bore down and guided it past the tight ring of muscle with a low moan. He hadn't been prepared at all, and he hadn't been fucked in a while, so it was painful, but the lubricant helped and he didn't stop, until their hips were pressed flush.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod-
A strangled sort of noise escaped from between his teeth as Giovanni gritted them tightly together, eyes squeezing shut as the sheer heat and pressure and ohmygod left streaks of brightly coloured images in the back of his eyelids. His heart almost stopped at the feel of it, the sensation almost overwhelming, and Giovanni squirmed slightly underneath the redhead, letting out little gasps that were nothing more than air being forcibly expelled from his lungs.
Somehow, miraculously, Renji managed to keep his eyes open, and his fingers feathered across Giovanni's chest and face frantically, his worry clear even though he was obviously not thinking as clearly as he should have been. "Breathe," he panted softly. "Breathe~ Open your eyes for me, cara mia."
Giovanni's hands were tight around the other's hips, grip flexing slightly as he tried to catch his breath, Renji's fingers over his skin cool to the touch. His eyelashes fluttered as the redhead's fingers passed over his face, the blonde sucking in a deeper, quieter gasp of air before the eyes slowly opened again, slightly unfocused eyes fixing themselves on the shinigami's face.
The smile on Renji's lips trembled at the stunned look on his lover's face, moaning softly at the intensity of the expression he found there. Very slowly, testing, he rolled his hips, and his own eyelashes fluttered fiercely, a low groan rumbling in the back of his throat. "Fuck..." he panted, planting his arms on the ground so that he could press their foreheads together.
The breath hitching in his throat and rendering him practically voiceless, Giovanni arched up hard as Renji rolled his hips slowly. "Ng..aah," a few heartbeats later Giovanni breathed out, his hands tightening almost bruisingly on the shinigami's hips, seemingly unable to let go. The blonde tilted his head up, half-closed eyes flickering over the redhead's face, his expression, even as he lapped almost mindlessly at the other's lips, nipping heavily on the lower, finally prying one of his hands off to slowly scratch a trail of sharp nails down the inside of Renji's thigh.
"Fuck..." Renji hissed again, nipping hungrily at Giovanni's lips in return, beginning to rock his hips in earnest, gasping at how deeply he was taking the length into him. His breath was hot and forced, through his nostrils because he wasn't willing to break the contact of their lips. The friction and pressure ached, and yet it was a good ache, something he would relish in the morning, and it was building inexorably to something more intense and pleasurable.
It was good, so good, so much of a pleasure that it made something ache and twist inside him with every movement of the redhead's hips, Giovanni trying to catch his breath and match his movements with Renji's. God but it felt amazing, mind-blowingly so, and the blonde tried desperately to keep his eyes open, the darkened eyes (almost to the point that they were almost entirely black) staring up at Renji all the while. "Oh, god," the blonde moaned out, the nails probably stinging as they scratched against Renji's thigh, burying themselves around the jut of hipbone, running over the line where the thigh met the hip. "Renji--"
Renji cried out hoarsely, arching harder, squirming a little, and continuing the rock of his hips. The slight pain of nails just accentuated the intensity of pleasure coursing through him, swirling low in his abdomen, tantalizingly just out of reach. One hand remained planted firmly on the ground, supporting him as he plunged the blonde into him again and again, and the other wavered as he wrapped it around his cock, shivering slightly as he began to stroke himself in time with his movements.
Another panting growl forced itself out as the blonde jerked his hips upwards again, his hand tightening around the other's hip and pulling him down. "Ngh," eyes slidingfluttering shut for a second as the lights in the back of his head intensified, "R-Renji-" The other hand left the shinigami's thigh, the marks left by nails stark against skin, and wrapped itself firmly around Renji's other hand, fingertip teasing over the tip of the other's cock, nails biting just enough, even as he himself threw his head back, trying to find some sort of leverage to thrust back.
The redhead lifted his hips just enough that Giovanni could begin to meet the grinding rhythm. He hissed softly as the pressure around his own cock increased, and he let his fingers tangle with those of his lover, stroking faster and thrusting his hips harder and faster too. Pressure was building low in his abdomen, and his eyes began to roll slightly as he lost himself to the pleasure, body moving on autopilot.
His blood seemed like it was on fire, spreading to every single part of his body and centeringpoolingcoiling at the point just below his navel like a tape being wound tight. The gasping sounds coming from the blonde grew louder, faster, as Giovanni met the other's rhythm, bringing their hips together at every thrust. He twisted and arched slightly, looking up at the redhead with eyes that were barely more than slits, sweat matting the pale hair slick against his forehead.
"Oh fuck that's so good," Renji growled, leaning in to bite down hard on Giovanni's shoulder, moaning against it. And then he wasn't able to control himself any longer, spilling himself all over their fingers and his lover's stomach as he came, his cries seeming to echo against the walls of the small courtyard.
Giovanni's answer was nothing more than a long, shuddering moan (ohmygodRenjiohgodohgodohgodohgod) that bled into a growl deep in his chest. The stinging pain (but so so good) at his shoulder from the bite faded to a tingling sensation, but that was nothing compared to the sheer heat piling and tightening more and more and more-
The blonde arched up hard against the other as he came only moments after the redhead, mouth open in a silent scream as his throat closed up tightly, his hand clamping down on Renji's hip hard enough to leave a quite prominent bruise.
Renji could do nothing but moan softly, doing what he could not to simply collapse atop his lover. He shifted as he crumpled, so that the majority of his weight did not fall upon the smaller man. He didn't care that he was bruised and scratched, looked more like he'd been in a fight than had really good sex. He was sated and relaxed, and mouthed lightly along his lover's shoulder, mindless with pleasure snaking syrupy through his muscles.
The blonde's chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath that he sucked into his lungs. His hand finally left the other's hip after a moment's pause, and he wrapped his arm loosely around Renji's shoulder, the fingers trailing into the red hair. Giovanni blinked slowly, almost sleepily, and let out a low purr in his throat, squirming slightly at the mouthing at his shoulder but otherwise lying there still, the edges of his vision still swimming with lights. "That was-" he took a gasp, the scars over his eyes barely visible as he turned his head slightly towards the redhead. The eyes were still dark, still slightly dazed, but Giovanni was smiling as he leant in to press his lips against the side of Renji's face. "-New."
"But you enjoyed it~" the redhead murmured back, and it wasn't a question, though technically, the way it had been worded, it could have been. "And, you are very good at it," he yawned, stretching satedly.
The blonde turned his head slightly to lick away the cum clinging to his fingers, his other hand pulling Renji closer against him. "Well," Giovanni purred out, half-closed eyes flickering towards the shinigami even as his cheeks coloured slightly. "I have a good teacher~?"
Renji smirked back, abdomen twisting slightly as he watched the gorgeous blonde licking his seed from long, delicate fingers. "Christ," he breathed, "I hope you realize how irresistable you are. Otherwise I am doomed."
"Hmm?" His fingers (relatively) clean, Giovanni turned back to the redhead again, leaning in to brush their noses together, the eyes slowly refocusing, contracting again to reveal the light ice-blue irises, fixed intently on Renji's own. "Am I, now?" The tone was light, vaguely teasing, but something in his chest fluttered slightly at Renji's words.
"You are," Renji agreed, his own tone not light or nonchalant at all. He nuzzled Giovanni's nose in return, brushing their lips warmly. "I would have licked those clean for you," he grinned, nodding slightly to indicate the blonde's now-clean fingers.
A slight flicker of something went past the blonde's face at the words. The flicker of something went with the flutter in his chest, the blush creeping up on his cheeks, the sudden tightness in his lungs (but it wasn't anything bad, no, far from it). "Well, you were rather messy," a matching grin tugged at Giovanni's lips as he gestured vaguely down at his stomach, the other's seed cooling on his skin.
Renji grinned, sharp and eager, and then shifted, dragging his body down, and then he locked his eyes on Giovanni's as he began licking himself from his lover's stomach, not minding at all the slight salt tang of it. "Let me take care of that, then," he mumbled. "I'm ever so sorry~"
The blonde drew in a sharp breath and arched slightly under the shinigami's tongue, shivering a little at the feeling. "Mm," he murmured out, half-lidded eyes flickering under the eyelashes, as he looked down at Renji. "You're forgiven~"
The redhead nipped lightly at the lithe muscle of Giovanni's abdomen, grinning roguishly. "I'm so relieved." Then he shifted back up to stretch out at the blonde's side on the grass, draping his thigh across one of Giovanni's. "You've done quite a number on me, you know..." he teased.
Giovanni's fingers lightly traced over the marks and welts that his nails left on Renji's thigh, over the bruises, a gentle, almost apologetic caress. He shifted slightly closer to the redhead and made himself comfortable, the grass tickling his back and side a foreign but pleasant sensation. "I'm sorry," the blonde purred out, nudging his head under the other's chin and alternatively licking and nibbling over the Adam's apple. "Could I ever make it up to you?"
"Oh, I'm absolutely certain you could," Renji murmured around a sigh, arching slightly and baring more of his throat for the blonde. He wrapped an arm loosely around Giovanni, letting his fingers trace up the back of the young man's neck, oh, so gently across the metal plating, and up into pale blonde hair.
The blonde shuddered lightly at the gentle touches to the collar, sinking his teeth a little harder in the shinigami's throat before soothing the area with his tongue. "Mm?" Giovanni placed an open-mouthed kiss over Renji's collar, where the flesh dipped slightly, his lips quirking up just a little. "Please tell..."
The shinigami swallowed a soft moan, arching further. "Maybe I think I would rather see what you can come up with?" he chuckled breathlessly. "You're a very creative young man, after all," Renji added teasingly.
He let his fingers trail down the other's side, the touches hardly there, teasing in its lightness. "Creative?" Giovanni raised an eyebrow and glanced up at the redhead, eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. "-Perhaps."
Renji absolutely adored the expressiveness of his lover's face, especially without the sunglasses. Slow, delicious shivers raced along his body in response to the barely-there touches, and he licked his lips slowly, gazing into Giovanni's eyes. "If you're up for it, that is," he agreed, tone very nonchalant, as if he might not care what the blonde chose to do, if he in fact chose to do anything.
The corners of his lips curled slightly again in a smile as Giovanni dipped his head slightly, running the tip of his tongue along the redhead's clavicle, grazing his teeth lightly on the thin skin stretched over bone. "I love you," he whispered against the skin, his voice barely heard above their breathing, as he slowly pushed the shinigami over so he was on his back, the blonde crouching over him.
And yet the redhead's universe centered on those words, a moan rattling in his chest as he inhaled sharply. He gazed at Giovanni, searching, but for what he wasn't sure. "I love you too," Renji replied, just as softly. The expression on his face, as he stared at the blonde, was as if he was looking at the most amazing creature he'd ever seen, and maybe that was the truth.
Something flickered past Giovanni's eyes (the pinprick pupils moving over the other's face, meeting his eyes, in a way that was almost nervous but not really) at the whispered words, an odd feeling clenching down in his stomach. The blonde leant back slightly, his hands trailed down Renji's chest, tracing the stripes etched across skin. The odd flutter in his chest stayed, his blood seemingly starting that slow burn again all across his body.
Renji stretched out, made himself comfortable in the grass, his fingers settling in a slow, gentle swirl of the blonde's hips. His eyes burned a path from Giovanni's face, down the slim line of his torso, stomach, lower, and then making the trek back north, drinking in all that pale skin as though he were a parched man gazing at an oasis. Though he was hardly 'parched' at all, he was no less eager for it, for whatever this young man of his had in mind.
Giovanni could feel his face heating up slightly under the other's gaze. The intensity of it, almost a scrutiny, even, made the breath hitch in his throat and his heart to beat faster, louder in his ears. The blonde shifted a little, looking almost unsure fo a second, from his position atop the shinigami, grazing his nails a little harder down Renji's chest, tracing the muscles and markings alike in a languid, unhurried way. Watching the redhead watching him.
Renji arched, eyes lidding heavily. Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, worrying it eagerly. "What are you going to do?" he hummed, the corner of his mouth twisting with mirth and something else. "I'd like to hear you describe it, in great detail~"
The blonde leant in towards Renji slightly, the nails diggin in slightly harder into the darker skin of the shinigami's as he leant his weight on his hands. "What do you want me to do?" Giovanni whispered, hot breath washing across the other's throat with every word, their chests only milimetres apart. He shifted slightly, slowly, oh-so-slowly rocking their hips together, eyes lidding heavily at the sensation. "Or I might just leave you here~"
A whimper choked its way from his throat, his body arching instinctively to meet the one atop it. And then he was sitting up, retrieving the bottle of lube where it had been abandoned. He folded his lover's fingers around it, and then raised an eyebrow. "I will be intensely happy with whatever you decide."
Giovanni looked at the bottle, then back at the redhead again, his expression sliding from amused to bewildered to something else entirely different again. "Oh?" His voice was nothing more than a low growl, mixed with a little purring sound at the end, a slow grin twisting the corner of his lips.
"I have absolutely no preference. If you'd like to fuck me again, if you'd like to be fucked..." A razor-sharp smirk formed on Renji's lips. "If you'd like to just get cleaned up and find something else to do..." The words were said nonchalantly, and the redhead rolled his eyes slightly. "If you'd like to cuddle~" he teased.
Giovanni let out another low, half-annoyed growl and leant in, cutting the teasing off midway as he pressed their lips together. "I think," the blonde finally breathed out against the redhead's lips after nipping down heavily on the lower, almost hard enough to draw blood. "I think I should quite like to try that again...?"
"Oh really?" Renji breathed, voice catching in his throat. "I think that the practice would be good for you. Especially from a different angle~"
"Mm," he was nuzzling at the other's throat now, his face heating up both from embarrassment (at what he'd said, and to actually follow it through-) and from the same slow burning heat that seemed to be coiling itself up his spine, the longer he was pressed so against Renji like this. "It felt good," an almos gasp of a breath, mostly because he was rocking slowly against the other again, the free hand scratching down a line along Renji's side, "you."
"It did," Renji agreed, beginning to breathe a bit harder, biting down on his lower lip to stifle a moan. He shifted a little, so that Giovanni was straddling only one of his thighs, so that he could wrap one leg around his lover's waist. He brushed his fingers against the hand he'd placed the vial in, eyes locked on brilliant blue, the quirk in his lips obviously mischievous.
The breath hitched again in his throat, Giovanni shifted slightly against the redhead to accommodate the new position, gasping slightly. The blonde met Renji's eyes for a few heartbeats, the eyes a shade darker than it had been previously, and leant back with another soft moan, shakily coating his fingers with the lube.
Afterwards, Giovanni moved forward a little again, his free hand going to rest on Renji's knee, pressing down to part the redhead's legs a little further. And there, he paused slightly, looking a little uncertain; after all, though he certainly knew how, knowing and doing were two very different things.
Renji didn't say anything, simply drinking in the sight of what his lover was doing, mouth going dry when the eyes met his for a beat. His grasp on control was so tenuous; he was so eager for this it was difficult not to begin just arching against the blonde, making a nuisance of himself in order to get what he wanted.
The blonde inhaled slowly, feeling perhaps even more nervous than he probably should have been, perhaps even more than had their positions been reversed. His hand tightened around the other's knee as he (eyes flickering up to Renji's face again, almost searching in the intensity of the gaze) hesitated, the tips of his fingers against the other's entrance, before he slowly, half-hesitantly pressed a finger in, a low moan tearing out from his throat at the feel of it.
The weak grin that had appeared on Renji's face in response to his lover's moan all but quivered and died at the feel of what they were doing, the intense expression on Giovanni's face, those eyes. He inhaled sharply and bore down slightly upon the finger, encouraging the muscles to accept the intrusion.
It felt so good, everything, all of this, and it wasn't just because of the sheer heat (seemingly trailing up his arm down his spine everywhere ) inasmuch as it was Renji, lying there, looking like that, letting him do this. Giovanni's eyes were fixed on the redhead's face, seemingly trying to memorize every single minute change in the other's expression, as he shifted slightly, slowly withdrawing his finger before plunging it back in equally as slowly, starting an almost maddeningly tentative pace.
And it was maddening, because he did not really need all that much preparation since they had already gone once already, and this was more for Giovanni's benefit than his own. Renji gritted his teeth slightly, stifling a low, growling moan as his hips rocked faintly with the blonde's rhythm, subtly trying to urge the young man a bit faster.
Giovanni was gritting his teeth too himself, his self control definitely waning considerably with the overload of sensations (how the other looked, felt, ohgod it felt so good sogood) and he added a second finger in with a little less hesitation than before, running the fingers of his other hand down the inside of Renji's thigh, a half-caress, half-twitch of nervous tension coiling tighter and tighter inside him.
Renji could do nothing more than moan softly, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers along the hand on his thigh, his other leg tightening faintly around his lover's waist. "I want you inside me," he finally choked out, arching hard. "Now..." The additional pressure of a second finger had only incited him further, giving him a taste of what he could experience soon enough.
Something in his gut clenched almost painfully (painpleasurepain almost an ache from the tension making his chest tight) at the other's words and Giovanni withdrew his fingers, almost shakily spreading some more of the lube onto his length. The blonde stifled a low moan as he shifted to position himself, his hands moving to grip Renji's hips tightly.
"Renji..." The eyes (almost completely black now, tiny beads of sweat matting the pale hair to his skin, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to bleed) flickered a little uncertainly and he hesitated for a fraction of a second, before slowly, smoothly, pressing in (and in and in and in ohgod--). Giovanni caught his breath only when he felt as if he couldn't go in any further, nails digging hard into the other's hipbones, the muscles, eyes sliding shut (clenching, really) tightly at the overwhelming feel of it.
The redhead's eyes rolled back into his head, a groan almost torn from his lips. Both legs wrapped tightly around Giovanni's waist, drawing their hips even more tightly together, his arms raising, reaching up blindly for his lover's shoulders. "Fuck that's good," he ground out, clinging fast to the blonde as he struggled not to thrust, waiting for Giovanni to start instead.
Giovanni gasped as they were brought even closer together, his hips jerking a little even without him meaning to. A low moan escaped his lips that was also almost a nervous cackle too (shivershudder lungs contracting heart beating frantically) and Giovanni shakily planted a hand on the ground next to the redhead, fingers digging into the grass as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh, god--" was all he could manage, as he started a rhythm of shallow, barely-there thrusts, eyes nothing more than slits, staring at the other's face.
"Deeper than that," the redhead nearly choked, the light thrusts not nearly enough sensation for him after the build-up, the feel of Giovanni stretching him. It was so much a more intense pleasure-pain than when their situations were reversed, and not only because it was his muscles that needed to accomodate. The anticipation was raw and all-consuming, needy and desperate, and Renji bucked hard and fast against his lover, urging him to thrust harder or faster or both.
And of course, Giovanni had no real other choice but to match his rhythm with the redhead's, the pace slowly becoming fasterharderhotter, everythinganything starting to converge into the coiling tightness at the base of his spine. A shuddering half-growl, half-whimper tore itself out from his throat as the blonde tightened his grip at Renji's waist, twistingraising the other's hips up just a little as he thrusted, eyes closing tight against the lights almost seeming to blind him.
That was just the ticket, really. The redhead clung to Giovanni like he was some sort of life preserver to a drowning man. "Fuck," he hissed, and then repeated the expletive a few more times, in various other languages, so quickly it was hard to keep track of them. His fingers scraped roughly and possessively along his lover's sides as he gave up on attempting to drive their rhythm faster, tugging the blonde against him harder, forcing the cock within him deeper, crying out hoarsely when it hit the core of him and reduced him to a convulsive, shivering mess of nerves and pleasure.
Giovanni barely had enough concentration left to breathe, his heartbeats pounding in his head and making what effort he made at breathing nothing more than shallow, harsh gasps. The other hand came to dig almost painfully around the jut of the hipbone as the blonde growled again, the redhead's shivers almost seeming to pass into him and making him shudder as well, though his movements did not slow down at all.
His body was moving almost instinctively now, the lights and the heat and the almost overwhelming sensations (the pressure around his length at every thrust, the fingers down his sides, his spine feeling as if it's melting) reducing him to near-incoherency, though the loud, harsh pants and gasps that left his lips may have been a sort of mantra, breathlessmindless repetition of the other's name.
It was the sound of his name that did it. It was too soon. Much more quickly than he should have, he was groaning his release in the long, rolling growl that was Giovanni's name pronounced as it was in proper Italian, if that Italian were not in his right mind, which Renji wasn't. He clung to the blonde, continuing to work his body in a counter-rhythm to his lover's thrusts, driving that length within him deeper, harder, even as it frayed his nerve endings, the sensations mind-blowing in the wake of his orgasm.
He was so close, so sosososososo so very close it actually hurt, almost uncomfortable, unbearable tightness low in his abdomen. A low hiss, almost a growl, escaped from between his tightly-clenched teeth at simply the sight of Renji, the blonde almost drinking in the other's expression, everything, as if the shinigami was his entire world. As the other spilled his release between them the heat and pressure built up to the point where he had to close his eyes against the whitehot lights going off behind his head.
At the sound (half-registered, barely recognized but when he actually did) of his name, said like that, Giovanni jerked forwards for the last time, nearly falling, it seemed, over the other's body, his hands moving to clutch(claw) down Renji's sides and the next minute he was letting out his own release, feeling almost dizzy and seeing his vision blur with the intensity of it.
Renji moaned softly, the sound almost pained, as the blonde's release filled him, the culmination of sensation that was already overwhelming. However, in spite of pleasure that was so intense it was nearly discomfort, Renji's arms lifted, encircled the smaller young man atop him, held him, demeanour no longer desperate, but reassuring, comforting, soothing. "Shhh..." he breathed, though he himself was still nearly shaking with the intensity of what had transpired.
The blonde simply burrowed close to Renji's form, still shuddering, letting out a soft whimpering noise in his throat that was mostly his system trying to recover from the whole event than anything else. Giovanni's hands ran up the other's sides again, this time more gently, almost apologetical in the way his fingers ran over the bruises and cuts on the skin.
Renji shivered, and it wasn't in pain, as those fingers wandered. He hummed contentedly and nuzzled Giovanni's throat, as it was the only bit of his lover he could easily reach without moving too far. "I hope you don't mind that I don't feel like moving," he murmured in a thick, throaty Italian.
Giovanni moved only a little to pull out of the shinigami, shivering again as he did so, before curling up close against the redhead again. He leant into the nuzzling with a deep sigh and blinked slowly, his gaze flickering to catch the other's expression. "No," the blonde purred out, tilting his head to press his nose against the other's temple, breathing in the sharp, distinct smell of Renji. "It's perfectly fine with me."
"Good," he breathed contentedly. "Grass is nice and comfortable. Even if you did just wake up, I think I, at least, need a nap."
"Mm, it is--" the blonde agreed, the tone almost bordering on drowsy himself, softly pressing his lips against the side of Renji's face and murmuring against it. "What, out here?"
"We're secluded, no one's going to come by any time soon, so why not?" Renji gave Giovanni a sleepy grin. "And I know you like the way the grass feels, too."
Giovanni's fingers trailed into the other's hair almost automatically, feeling the grass tickle his arm at the movement. An odd half-smile quirked the side of his lips as he simply burrowed closer to the shinigami, soaking in the warmth from Renji's body and letting out another low purr. "Well, in that case, I really don't have any excuses--"
What: Sex. . .a lot of it. (Zabimaru not included.)
Where: Soul Society
When: A while ago. Before the fight between Badou and Giovanni. I'm just a huge slacker, and I'm sorry *hides*
Why: If we had a reason, I'm not sure I remember what it was.
Also: No witnesses. Stuff. Idek.
Renji was outside in the courtyard, because Giovanni had been sleeping, and he had wanted to train a bit. (He'd been slacking as of late.) Zabimaru was manifest before him, and they circled each other warily. The sword itself and the redhead's haori sat beneath a nearby tree, out of the way. Renji wore a taunting smirk as he charged again, tackling the nue to the ground and trying to catch the enormous beast in a headlock.
He'd been sleeping a lot since he got here. Not necessarily because he was tired, but...well, the last few days, it had been a little hard to digest. You could say he was in a shock, really.
The blonde shifted a little in his sleep and shivered, the tips of his fingers curling against his palm as he slowly woke up, blinking for a few minutes in a slightly dazed manner before (with a sharp pricklingsinking feeling like ice water poured straight down his spine) it all came crashing back. Oh. Right. He wasn't home anymore.
The redhead knew instantly when Giovanni awoke, and with the lapse in concentration on the fight, Zabimaru took the opportunity to slam him to the ground. Renji landed with a loud grunt, breath forced from his lungs. "Opportunistic bastard," he growled at his partner with a fierce grin. "Get sick of losing to me all the time, eh?"
The beast grinned back, baring his teeth. "You should know better than to let anyone distract you in a fight," he responded meaningfully, though it was more tease than reproach.
Giovanni sat up with a little jerk at the noise from the courtyard, a hand flying up to his face in a brief moment of panic (wherewasitwherewherewhere) before his other hand closed around the familiar orange sunglasses lying on the bedside table. Even after he slid the lenses over his face, obscuring his eyes, his heartbeats were frantic in his ears (wellwellwell, guess old habits die hard, hmm, little Giovanni?) as he stood up from the bed, only pausing long enough to find something decent to wear.
"You don't have to reteach me how to fight," Renji snapped back, though his tone was just as good-natured. "If it was anyone but you, you know I would be entirely focused on the fight."
"Oh, I think he could easily distract you," the serpent hissed, and his tone was a little sharper, more of a critique than the baboon's had been.
Giovanni had a bit of a trouble tying the knots and sash of the clothing, his movements still sluggish and just-very-slightly off but in the end he (somewhat) managed, looking almost like a child in the oversized black as he made his way out of the bedroom. Somehow managing to avoid the puppy, Giovanni reached the door to the courtyard, pausing there, almost hesitating in the doorway.
"You're not interrupting anything, little one," the ape called, glaring at its counterpart, the smartass snake, just daring him to say something to the contrary. His voice was deep, rich, and soothing.
Renji glanced over to the door, wondering how his lover would respond to this.
His lips set in a rather tight line at the words, Giovanni glanced at the...well, he didn't quite know just what it was. A baboon, perhaps, or something close to it-except with a snake as a tail. None of it (surprisedisbeliefsomethinganythingnothing) showed on his face, however, apart from his lips, and the blonde swept his gaze over the...creature and Renji alike, straightening up slightly. "It certainly sounded like I was."
The redhead was upside down, and he shot Giovanni an upside down grin before rolling over beneath the nue. "You're not. We're just playing." His expression was vaguely hesitant, however. He could tell the young man didn't know what to think. "Giovanni, this is Zabimaru. Zabimaru, Giovanni." He bit his lower lip. "This...is my zanpakutou, my sword."
The tightness around his lips loosened, somewhat, at the grin (looking completely ridiculous upside down) that Renji shot his way, and Giovanni inclined his head slightly at the...sword. He still didn't quite get just how the sword could manifest itself as a seemingly real creature before him, while simultaneously lying oh-so-innocently under a tree. "-Pleased to meet you?" The blonde uttered, a little uncertainly, a little awkwardly. After all, how did one greet a baboon?
The beast bowed his head politely. "The pleasure is mine," he responded in his deep baritone. "It looks as though we have you at a loss. I know plenty about you, and yet it appears Renji has not explained much about shinigami." For a large, savage-looking beast, he was incredibly well-spoken.
The redhead had the grace to look sheepish. "Well, it never came up, now did it?"
Giovanni shrugged a little, pushing back the oversized sleeves from slipping down past his forearms. "Rukia has told me a little, I believe," his voice was even, matching the polite tone of Zabimaru, even as he chose to ignore the first part of the beast's remark. "Though it does seem like I was kept fairly ignorant of most things." The blonde was still standing there on the doorstep, still rather divided between actually stepping out and... well.
"Well, as you can see, those shinigami that have a strong bond with their zanpakutou can manifest their spirits physically. Zabimaru and I like to spar. Good training." Renji flexed a little and shoved Zabimaru hard. The ape was expecting it, but not the force behind it, and slammed into a nearby tree. However, he knew that it wasn't any sort of challenge or continuation of their session, and didn't move to retaliate as Renji stood and crossed the clearing to stand in front of Giovanni. "We were just about finished, anyway," he offered with a tiny smile, almost shy, as he stretched out his hand for that of his lover.
He didn't flinch and looked on, half-impassive, half-curious, as the beast was flung across, slammed into the tree; violence wasn't something that he wasn't used to, after all. "Oh?" Giovanni looked up at the redhead and simply raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that I'm not interrupting? I could just go back and sleep-" Despite his words, the blonde slowly reached out and let his hand fall into Renji's, very carefully hiding the twitch of lips.
The redhead used his light grip on Giovanni's hand to pull the young man to him, into his arms, and he pressed his lips to Giovanni's temple, speaking against the sensitive skin. "I think you have been sleeping too much," he murmured quietly. "If you are going to go back to bed, it will not be to sleep~" He heard Zabimaru snort with amusement from somewhere behind him, and grinned against his lover's face as he brushed a kiss there.
The blonde let out a huff of breath (almost a sigh, almost annoyed almost not-) as he was pulled into the other's arms, and he obligingly tilted his head against the brush of lips, his own curving into a half-smile, this time. "I was tired," Giovanni muttered out, feeling yet another sharp prickle of-of what? (guilthappyfearexcitement) down his spine at the reminder, even as he relaxed slightly, pressed so against Renji, the amused snort of the spirit barely registering. "Actually, I am still tired. Maybe I'll go back~" The blonde purred out, his fingers brushing warm against the other's palm, his hand still held in Renji's.
Zabimaru knew that they were finished for the day, and when he disappeared, it was not with the slightest hint of annoyance. No, he knew, even with the troubles this one was causing Renji, his other half was also truly very happy.
The shinigami was grinning as he pulled back, and then tilted his head to lean in, kiss the tease from Giovanni's mouth. "Maybe I'll just have to put you to bed," he mumbled, amusement quite obvious as his arms tightened around his lover's lithe frame.
"I'm not a kid," Giovanni hummed low in his throat as he leant up into the kiss, the half-smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. There probably should have been a hint of annoyance(disapproval?), except there really wasn't, just the slow spread of warmth, the strange sort of tingling across his skin. The blonde finally relaxed against the other's form, the ever-present tension(tauttense nerves constantly focused on the back of his head, his neck) loosening. "And I only just got out."
"Oh, I assure you, I know you're no kid," Renji replied in a low rumble. His fingers danced up his lover's spine, massaging lightly to uncoil any remaining tension. "However, if you don't want to go back to bed, there are plenty of other places we might explore~"
The blonde let out a soft, pleased sigh at the touches, shifting slightly to press more fully against the shinigami. Silently loving the touches, the feel of Renji's body against his, the fingers down his spine making him shiver. Giovanni let out a long purr again, leaning his head in to nuzzle at the other's throat, the blonde hair tickling across the bare skin. "Oh? Like where?"
"Oh, I don't know," the redhead chuckled, tugging Giovanni further out, into the courtyard, and closing the door behind them. "I have it on good authority no one will be disturbing me for quite a while, and this courtyard is available for my personal, private usage for the evening..."
"And what do you have in mind?" A half-teasing grin tugged at the corner of his lips as Giovanni let himself be tugged away, into the courtyard, not really caring about any prying eyes (even before Renji had reassured him of the fact) and wrapping his arms loosely around the other's shoulders, fingers light across the back of the shinigami's neck.
"Have you ever felt grass against your bare skin?" the shinigami purred. "All soft and sweet-smelling, as you crush it beneath you?" He cupped the side of Giovanni's neck as he leaned in, capturing his lover's mouth. "It is definitely something I would advise experiencing..."
His breath was caught in an audible hitch, another shiver rocking through his body as Giovanni leant up a little more, lips parting against Renji's as they kissed. His fingers dug in a little more, pressing a little harder against the shinigami's skin, as Giovanni purred into the other's mouth. "In that case, I probably should try, hmm?"
The redhead grinned. "I think so. But it's up to you, of course. And, should you choose to, I have another teensy suggestion~" He kept his tone light and teasing, but this request meant more to him than the prior suggestion had, and he was nervous about it.
"Another one?" The blonde tilted his head slightly, leaning back away from Renji a little so he could stare up into the other's face. "My, you're quite demanding, today~" He never stopped drawing little circles on the back of the shinigami's neck, a part of him (somehow, unknowingly) picking up on the other's nervousness and trying to soothe, even if the blonde himself didn't quite realise it.
Renji reached up, brushed his fingertip oh, so lightly and gently across the top of Giovanni's frames. "Feel free to tell me no," he murmured quietly, leaning in to brush his lips across the young man's forehead. "But I don't think these are exactly necessary, when it's just the two of us..."
Giovanni's form stilled, almost froze, for a brief second or two as Renji brushed his finger against the glasses, the breath hitching in his throat again but this time for completely different reasons. The blonde took a slow, shuddering breath and leant into the reassuring kiss on his forehead, prying his fingers off from where they were clamped around the back of the other's neck almost painfully. "I know," he breathed out, moving his fingers gentlysoftly across the other's skin again, almost as if apologizing, "it's just that-"
Renji had not paused either of his light touches, even when it had felt as though Giovanni was trying to remove his spine through the back of his neck. "Shhh..." he soothed. "If you don't want to, you don't have to." He licked his lips, and then leaned in to brush them across Giovanni's. "It was only a suggestion. I love your eyes..."
Something in his chest clenched (almost painfully, almost something almost something) at the other's words, the tone of it, and Giovanni let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, leaning into the light brush of lips. "It's not that I don't want to," the blonde mumbled softly, dropping his head to lean his forehead against Renji's shoulder. "I don't know..."
The shinigami's large arms encircled his lover, holding him there and making no further move towards the sunglasses. Renji leaned in, speaking directly into the blonde's ear. "Giovanni, your eyes are perhaps the most amazing things I have ever seen, and I don't care why you have them, or how, or what they represent. They are yours and I love them." And that was not just reassurance to make the young man feel better, calmer. Renji really did think they were amazing, and he knew he was privileged with the knowledge of what they looked like.
Giovanni forced himself to take a slowdeep breath, so deep that made his entire body shiver and simply held himself still, almost completely unmoving other than the lightsoft movements of his fingertips against Renji's neck. The blonde felt the odd clenching in his chest again (tuggingtwisting in a way that was almost an ache, almost not but not unpleasant, no, not at all) at the other's words. He didn't know why he felt like this, how the shinigami made everything somehow okay with just simple words like that, but he did. And slowly, slowly, he relaxed back again, almost slumping against Renji.
Renji sank down with the blonde, seating them both comfortably on the grass and keeping his arms tight around Giovanni. "Better?" he asked, nuzzling the side of his lover's throat gently, humming a soft sigh against the sensitive skin. "Just breathe. You know you have nothing at all to worry about from me, right?"
Tilting his head slightly against the nuzzling, Giovanni nodded mutely, the humming a pleasant sort of vibration against his skin. "I know," the blonde whispered out, the hand on Renji's neck weaving slowly into the red hair, the movement mostly to calm himself down, really. "I'm just-not used to it. Used to this."
"That's why you can take this at your own pace," Renji replied. And he would encourage the young man whenever possible. "But you've already shown me once. Doesn't that make it any easier?" Not pressure, just curiosity, because he'd never experienced anything like this before firsthand.
The memory of that night(blindingparalyzing fear, snarling voice in his head blood in his mouth and all the while Renji's voice, the warmth of his body constantly felt) made Giovanni shudder faintly, the temperature seemingly dropping even as something inside him flared up at the reminder.
The blonde didn't say anything for a minute, simply pressing his nose against the crook of Renji's neck and breathing in the scent, the smell that was both indescribable and Renji, finally exhaling quietly against the skin there. "Sorry," Giovanni mumbled, his hand tightening nervously around the red hair for a second before loosening again. "I'm trying-"
At the first sign of discomfort from his lover, Renji's fingers began walking up and down Giovanni's spine, sinking into pale blonde hair, massaging the curve of his skull. "I love you," was his reply, soft and whispered directly into the young man's ear.
"I--" Giovanni shivered again, the words seemingly stuck fast in his throat. Slowly, slowly, his free hand rose up, cupping the side of the redhead's face. Not moving, not doing anything at all, simply feeling the warmth from Renji's skin bleed into his own, the touch of skin against skin comforting, reassuring.
He held that for a moment before moving his hand away, veryvery (shivering again against the shinigami) carefully raising it to his face, fingers wrapping around the frame of the orange sunglasses, the grip trembling almost unseen as he slid it off his face. Giovanni almost immediately closed his eyes, out of pure reflex than anything else. "I love you too," he said simply, hardly daring to raise his face, hardly daring to speak at all.
"Look at me, and say that again," Renji whispered, entranced.
A (half apprehensive, half pleasant) shudder went through the blonde and his grip tightened nervously around the frame of the sunglasses, a few breathlessloudfrantic heartbeats sounding (too loudly) in his ears before Giovanni raised his face, the ice-blue irises flicking uncertainly before they met Renji's eyes. He licked his lips, all suddenly dry, and took a breath that was more like a gasp, letting it out in a rush of frantic(scared) words. "I love you."
The redhead was instantly cupping his lover's cheeks, holding his face still so that their eyes could lock. His fingertips brushed in slow, gentle circles along the young man's jaw. "Thank you."
Giovanni let go of the sunglasses, leaving it on the grass beside them so he could raise both of his hands up, fingers brushing against the back of Renji's hands, the almost-not-there shivers subsiding just a little. "I love you," he said again, almost choking on the words, the tightness in his chest increasing. His eyes were fixed on the redhead's face, the pale eyelashes fluttering a little unsurely, a little nervously, but not closing.
The shinigami smiled, grinned really, and pressed their foreheads together, gazing into those wonderful, strange eyes. And then he brought their lips together, devouring the blonde's mouth, trying to reassure Giovanni as much as possible, trying to demonstrate physically what he was feeling. The fact that the blonde trusted him this much was unthinkable; it left him stunned and not a small part terrified that he might fuck up again.
It was strange; his heartbeats seemed to slow down and beat faster all at the same time, his skin heating up under the other's touch. Giovanni's lips quirked up slightly, a tentative smile, though he felt rather breathless at the intensity of the other's gaze. He had never felt this before, the feeling of being so exposed, vulnerable, even, like this without the familiar opaque lenses hiding his eyes-but at the same time feeling safe. The blonde leant into the kiss almost as eagerly, the pale gold eyelashes fluttering again as he blinked, a small, repressed nervous twitch of his fingers tangling into the front of Renji's haori.
"Okay?" Renji murmured into his lover's mouth, arms wrapped tight, pressing the young blonde gently to the grass. His hands roved across Giovanni's body, his touches firm despite the oversized haori and hakama. (Renji reminded himself to have some made in Giovanni's size; it wasn't that he minded sharing, but that he figured his lover might not enjoy looking dwarfed by the redhead's clothing.)
Giovanni hummed out an assent, half-closing his eyes against the glare of the evening sun and letting the other's touches roam freely across his body. A hand fell back almost lazily, the back of his arm and hand feeling strangely ticklish against the grass; after all, the blonde wasn't accustomed to seeing any sort of greenery, if ever. The other arm hooked itself around the redhead's neck, cool fingers sliding under the other's haori, trailing down one shoulder.
The redhead moaned softly at the feel of fingers under his clothes. "There's boundaries~ I want them out of the way. You'd look good outlined in green...and nothing else." He licked his lips and began peeling his lover from the confines of slightly tangled haori.
A shivershudder(jolt of electric shock, seemingly) went through Giovanni's body at the other's words. "It...tickles," the blonde gasped out as they broke the kiss somewhat, a half-smile still playing about his lips as he reached down with his other hand, rather clumsily (and hastily) helping Renji in untangling the haori from off himself.
"Do you like it?" Renji purred, carefully putting the haori out of the way and tossing it aside so that Giovanni's bare back was in the grass.
The grass was soft against his skin, the cool blades tickling his back and Giovanni arched slightly against it before settling down. "Mm, yes~" The blonde purred out, arms reaching up towards the shinigami again, wanting to pull him down closer.
Renji easily let himself be tugged down, grinning right back at the blonde. He shrugged out of his own haori so that he could press skin on skin, glorying in the light friction of the movements of bodies together. Nothing deliberate, just the gentle shift as he made them comfortable. He grazed his nails along the blonde's ribs, trying to tickle him more.
Giovanni gasped slightly, shivering and shying away from the nails across his skin. A strange (almost as if he wasn't used to the sound) noise of half-laughter left his lips as the blonde squirmed, one of his hands trying to swat Renji's fingers away. "S-stop it-!"
Renji grinned wildly, and began tickling his lover in earnest, fingers scrabbling along the blonde's sides, gentle but insistent. He dipped his head to nibble along Giovanni's collarbone, laving his tongue slowly and enjoying the slight tang of his skin. "I don't think I will~" he laughed.
Another strangled laughter-of-sorts left the blonde's mouth as he twisted, trying to move away from the tickling down his sides, but to no avail. One of his hands was still trying to get Renji's hands away from anywhere near the sensitive, ticklish points, while the other pushed feebly at the redhead's shoulder. Though, it didn't really work, since he kept losing his grip. "You- Really- Stop- Renji-" Giovanni panted out in between sucking in little gasps of air, even as the tongue against his skin made him arch.
The shinigami finally did pause the tickling, in favour of dragging his hands lower, working the knot of his lover's hakama. His mouth was everywhere along Giovanni's throat, collarbones, and shoulders, trying to make the young man arch further.
The blonde let out a breathy, high purr and oh-so-helpfully arched up further against the touches, towards the shinigami's mouth. His body shuddered gently, partly from the tickling earlier but something else there now as well, the hand that was trying to push Renji away now clamping down on the other's shoulder.
Renji urged his lover to arch his hips instead, so that he could tug away the last offending article of clothing from that lithe body. He trailed his lips along Giovanni's chest, moving slowly south, but keeping his eyes locked on those of his lover. "I think that I'd like to watch you watch me..." he whispered, dipping his tongue tantalizingly into the young man's navel.
Giovanni squirmed and arched again under the redhead, involuntary shiver rocking through his body again as the last of his clothing was pulled off. The pinprickdark pupils flickered nervously, Giovanni blinking ever so ofen as he gasped at the touches.
It was strange, to be looking at Renji like this without the light weight of the sunglasses, the orange lenses obscuring his vision. Though it made his heart beat faster, his skin hotter under Renji's lips, and the blonde let out a low whimper, the sound filled with nothing but pure need. And all the while, his gaze fixed on the shinigami's face, his mouth.
That face, that mouth hovered lower, dark eyes glinting with mischief. The tip of Renji's tongue darted playfully across one jut of a hipbone, an obvious tease. "Now, how would you like this?" he murmured in a low rumble. "Would you like me to suck you? Or maybe something completely different~?"
Another low whine tore out from his throat and the hips jerked slightly, fingers curling tightly into fists. Giovanni sat up slightly, elbows digging into the grass beneath, and the blonde did his best impression of annoyed, though the expression wavered and flickered into something more like desperation. "Anything," his voice broke slightly into a high, breathless gasp, as Giovanni squirmed again. "I don't care just please-"
"You just wait right there..." Renji breathed, lips ghosting lightly against his lover's length before he rose to his feet and went back inside his rooms. He retrieved a small vial of lubricant from his nightstand, shed his hakama, and then had returned to the blonde's side in under a minute. "Christ, but I adore you," he breathed, eyes drinking in the sight of the young man as his fingers trailed back and forth across a flat abdomen.
Giovanni's head fell back on the grass below and he sucked in a hurried, quick gasp of air, the muscles of his abdomen jumping and drawing back at the touches, almost outlining the ribs under the skin. God, he was so hard already it hurt. "Well then," the blonde all but begged out, the gaze directed at the redhead ever-so-slightly unfocused and desperate. "what are you waiting for?"
The redhead was grinning, widely. His expression was fierce and eager, and yet teasing and mischievous at the same time. He trickled a bit of the lubricating oil along Giovanni's length, and then let his fingers play in it, swirling it in circles over the blonde's stomach, pausing to give the eager cock a few languid strokes.
The pale eyelashes fluttered, the blonde fighting back the urge to close his eyes as lights burst behind his eyes at the feel of other's hand on his length. A hitching gasp followed almost immediately by a moan escaped Giovanni's lips and his hips arched up, hands fisting around the soft turfs of the grass, pulling hard enough that some came up by the roots. "What-" His eyes were wide, the pupils dialated now, ice-blue almost completely gone in the darkening of the eyes as Giovanni looked up at Renji, gasping softly.
"Shhh..." Renji all but purred, tone very much sated jungle cat. Well, perhaps not sated yet, but well on his way. In one swift move, he'd carefully straddled the blonde's waist, letting himself shift until his lover's cock was nestled in the cleft of his ass, and he couldn't suppress a low groan at the feel of it.
Giovanni arched until his shoulderblades weren't even touching the grass and let out a soft, purring growl half-surprised, half-something. "Renji-" His hands left where he was clenching the grass and (almost even without him realising it) clamped down hard on the redhead's hips, nails digging and scratching slightly.
"Yes~?" Renji panted back, body convulsing with faint shivers as he arched his hips, length sliding against him. "Can I help you?"
"Renji- I-" his brain shut down halfway through whatever the words that he was going to speak as the redhead shifted, and another low growl tore itself out of Giovanni's mouth, his hips jerking again. Oh, god, that was great, that was so good-
"You like that, do you?" the redhead all but purred, licking his lips slowly. "I want to watch you watch me fuck myself," he whispered, rocking his hips deliberately.
The blonde gave a fine rendition of the shinigami's name in a long, drawn out whimper, digging his nails harder into the redhead's hips, pulling the shinigami closer even as his own jerked upwards again. His eyes slid shut for a few seconds as the blonde tried to catch his breath, the noise of blood rushing by frantically loud in his ears. "P-Please-"
Renji nodded slowly, gritting his teeth a little as he shifted, reaching back to guide his lover's length to his opening, gasping as he bore down and guided it past the tight ring of muscle with a low moan. He hadn't been prepared at all, and he hadn't been fucked in a while, so it was painful, but the lubricant helped and he didn't stop, until their hips were pressed flush.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod-
A strangled sort of noise escaped from between his teeth as Giovanni gritted them tightly together, eyes squeezing shut as the sheer heat and pressure and ohmygod left streaks of brightly coloured images in the back of his eyelids. His heart almost stopped at the feel of it, the sensation almost overwhelming, and Giovanni squirmed slightly underneath the redhead, letting out little gasps that were nothing more than air being forcibly expelled from his lungs.
Somehow, miraculously, Renji managed to keep his eyes open, and his fingers feathered across Giovanni's chest and face frantically, his worry clear even though he was obviously not thinking as clearly as he should have been. "Breathe," he panted softly. "Breathe~ Open your eyes for me, cara mia."
Giovanni's hands were tight around the other's hips, grip flexing slightly as he tried to catch his breath, Renji's fingers over his skin cool to the touch. His eyelashes fluttered as the redhead's fingers passed over his face, the blonde sucking in a deeper, quieter gasp of air before the eyes slowly opened again, slightly unfocused eyes fixing themselves on the shinigami's face.
The smile on Renji's lips trembled at the stunned look on his lover's face, moaning softly at the intensity of the expression he found there. Very slowly, testing, he rolled his hips, and his own eyelashes fluttered fiercely, a low groan rumbling in the back of his throat. "Fuck..." he panted, planting his arms on the ground so that he could press their foreheads together.
The breath hitching in his throat and rendering him practically voiceless, Giovanni arched up hard as Renji rolled his hips slowly. "Ng..aah," a few heartbeats later Giovanni breathed out, his hands tightening almost bruisingly on the shinigami's hips, seemingly unable to let go. The blonde tilted his head up, half-closed eyes flickering over the redhead's face, his expression, even as he lapped almost mindlessly at the other's lips, nipping heavily on the lower, finally prying one of his hands off to slowly scratch a trail of sharp nails down the inside of Renji's thigh.
"Fuck..." Renji hissed again, nipping hungrily at Giovanni's lips in return, beginning to rock his hips in earnest, gasping at how deeply he was taking the length into him. His breath was hot and forced, through his nostrils because he wasn't willing to break the contact of their lips. The friction and pressure ached, and yet it was a good ache, something he would relish in the morning, and it was building inexorably to something more intense and pleasurable.
It was good, so good, so much of a pleasure that it made something ache and twist inside him with every movement of the redhead's hips, Giovanni trying to catch his breath and match his movements with Renji's. God but it felt amazing, mind-blowingly so, and the blonde tried desperately to keep his eyes open, the darkened eyes (almost to the point that they were almost entirely black) staring up at Renji all the while. "Oh, god," the blonde moaned out, the nails probably stinging as they scratched against Renji's thigh, burying themselves around the jut of hipbone, running over the line where the thigh met the hip. "Renji--"
Renji cried out hoarsely, arching harder, squirming a little, and continuing the rock of his hips. The slight pain of nails just accentuated the intensity of pleasure coursing through him, swirling low in his abdomen, tantalizingly just out of reach. One hand remained planted firmly on the ground, supporting him as he plunged the blonde into him again and again, and the other wavered as he wrapped it around his cock, shivering slightly as he began to stroke himself in time with his movements.
Another panting growl forced itself out as the blonde jerked his hips upwards again, his hand tightening around the other's hip and pulling him down. "Ngh," eyes slidingfluttering shut for a second as the lights in the back of his head intensified, "R-Renji-" The other hand left the shinigami's thigh, the marks left by nails stark against skin, and wrapped itself firmly around Renji's other hand, fingertip teasing over the tip of the other's cock, nails biting just enough, even as he himself threw his head back, trying to find some sort of leverage to thrust back.
The redhead lifted his hips just enough that Giovanni could begin to meet the grinding rhythm. He hissed softly as the pressure around his own cock increased, and he let his fingers tangle with those of his lover, stroking faster and thrusting his hips harder and faster too. Pressure was building low in his abdomen, and his eyes began to roll slightly as he lost himself to the pleasure, body moving on autopilot.
His blood seemed like it was on fire, spreading to every single part of his body and centeringpoolingcoiling at the point just below his navel like a tape being wound tight. The gasping sounds coming from the blonde grew louder, faster, as Giovanni met the other's rhythm, bringing their hips together at every thrust. He twisted and arched slightly, looking up at the redhead with eyes that were barely more than slits, sweat matting the pale hair slick against his forehead.
"Oh fuck that's so good," Renji growled, leaning in to bite down hard on Giovanni's shoulder, moaning against it. And then he wasn't able to control himself any longer, spilling himself all over their fingers and his lover's stomach as he came, his cries seeming to echo against the walls of the small courtyard.
Giovanni's answer was nothing more than a long, shuddering moan (ohmygodRenjiohgodohgodohgodohgod) that bled into a growl deep in his chest. The stinging pain (but so so good) at his shoulder from the bite faded to a tingling sensation, but that was nothing compared to the sheer heat piling and tightening more and more and more-
The blonde arched up hard against the other as he came only moments after the redhead, mouth open in a silent scream as his throat closed up tightly, his hand clamping down on Renji's hip hard enough to leave a quite prominent bruise.
Renji could do nothing but moan softly, doing what he could not to simply collapse atop his lover. He shifted as he crumpled, so that the majority of his weight did not fall upon the smaller man. He didn't care that he was bruised and scratched, looked more like he'd been in a fight than had really good sex. He was sated and relaxed, and mouthed lightly along his lover's shoulder, mindless with pleasure snaking syrupy through his muscles.
The blonde's chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath that he sucked into his lungs. His hand finally left the other's hip after a moment's pause, and he wrapped his arm loosely around Renji's shoulder, the fingers trailing into the red hair. Giovanni blinked slowly, almost sleepily, and let out a low purr in his throat, squirming slightly at the mouthing at his shoulder but otherwise lying there still, the edges of his vision still swimming with lights. "That was-" he took a gasp, the scars over his eyes barely visible as he turned his head slightly towards the redhead. The eyes were still dark, still slightly dazed, but Giovanni was smiling as he leant in to press his lips against the side of Renji's face. "-New."
"But you enjoyed it~" the redhead murmured back, and it wasn't a question, though technically, the way it had been worded, it could have been. "And, you are very good at it," he yawned, stretching satedly.
The blonde turned his head slightly to lick away the cum clinging to his fingers, his other hand pulling Renji closer against him. "Well," Giovanni purred out, half-closed eyes flickering towards the shinigami even as his cheeks coloured slightly. "I have a good teacher~?"
Renji smirked back, abdomen twisting slightly as he watched the gorgeous blonde licking his seed from long, delicate fingers. "Christ," he breathed, "I hope you realize how irresistable you are. Otherwise I am doomed."
"Hmm?" His fingers (relatively) clean, Giovanni turned back to the redhead again, leaning in to brush their noses together, the eyes slowly refocusing, contracting again to reveal the light ice-blue irises, fixed intently on Renji's own. "Am I, now?" The tone was light, vaguely teasing, but something in his chest fluttered slightly at Renji's words.
"You are," Renji agreed, his own tone not light or nonchalant at all. He nuzzled Giovanni's nose in return, brushing their lips warmly. "I would have licked those clean for you," he grinned, nodding slightly to indicate the blonde's now-clean fingers.
A slight flicker of something went past the blonde's face at the words. The flicker of something went with the flutter in his chest, the blush creeping up on his cheeks, the sudden tightness in his lungs (but it wasn't anything bad, no, far from it). "Well, you were rather messy," a matching grin tugged at Giovanni's lips as he gestured vaguely down at his stomach, the other's seed cooling on his skin.
Renji grinned, sharp and eager, and then shifted, dragging his body down, and then he locked his eyes on Giovanni's as he began licking himself from his lover's stomach, not minding at all the slight salt tang of it. "Let me take care of that, then," he mumbled. "I'm ever so sorry~"
The blonde drew in a sharp breath and arched slightly under the shinigami's tongue, shivering a little at the feeling. "Mm," he murmured out, half-lidded eyes flickering under the eyelashes, as he looked down at Renji. "You're forgiven~"
The redhead nipped lightly at the lithe muscle of Giovanni's abdomen, grinning roguishly. "I'm so relieved." Then he shifted back up to stretch out at the blonde's side on the grass, draping his thigh across one of Giovanni's. "You've done quite a number on me, you know..." he teased.
Giovanni's fingers lightly traced over the marks and welts that his nails left on Renji's thigh, over the bruises, a gentle, almost apologetic caress. He shifted slightly closer to the redhead and made himself comfortable, the grass tickling his back and side a foreign but pleasant sensation. "I'm sorry," the blonde purred out, nudging his head under the other's chin and alternatively licking and nibbling over the Adam's apple. "Could I ever make it up to you?"
"Oh, I'm absolutely certain you could," Renji murmured around a sigh, arching slightly and baring more of his throat for the blonde. He wrapped an arm loosely around Giovanni, letting his fingers trace up the back of the young man's neck, oh, so gently across the metal plating, and up into pale blonde hair.
The blonde shuddered lightly at the gentle touches to the collar, sinking his teeth a little harder in the shinigami's throat before soothing the area with his tongue. "Mm?" Giovanni placed an open-mouthed kiss over Renji's collar, where the flesh dipped slightly, his lips quirking up just a little. "Please tell..."
The shinigami swallowed a soft moan, arching further. "Maybe I think I would rather see what you can come up with?" he chuckled breathlessly. "You're a very creative young man, after all," Renji added teasingly.
He let his fingers trail down the other's side, the touches hardly there, teasing in its lightness. "Creative?" Giovanni raised an eyebrow and glanced up at the redhead, eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. "-Perhaps."
Renji absolutely adored the expressiveness of his lover's face, especially without the sunglasses. Slow, delicious shivers raced along his body in response to the barely-there touches, and he licked his lips slowly, gazing into Giovanni's eyes. "If you're up for it, that is," he agreed, tone very nonchalant, as if he might not care what the blonde chose to do, if he in fact chose to do anything.
The corners of his lips curled slightly again in a smile as Giovanni dipped his head slightly, running the tip of his tongue along the redhead's clavicle, grazing his teeth lightly on the thin skin stretched over bone. "I love you," he whispered against the skin, his voice barely heard above their breathing, as he slowly pushed the shinigami over so he was on his back, the blonde crouching over him.
And yet the redhead's universe centered on those words, a moan rattling in his chest as he inhaled sharply. He gazed at Giovanni, searching, but for what he wasn't sure. "I love you too," Renji replied, just as softly. The expression on his face, as he stared at the blonde, was as if he was looking at the most amazing creature he'd ever seen, and maybe that was the truth.
Something flickered past Giovanni's eyes (the pinprick pupils moving over the other's face, meeting his eyes, in a way that was almost nervous but not really) at the whispered words, an odd feeling clenching down in his stomach. The blonde leant back slightly, his hands trailed down Renji's chest, tracing the stripes etched across skin. The odd flutter in his chest stayed, his blood seemingly starting that slow burn again all across his body.
Renji stretched out, made himself comfortable in the grass, his fingers settling in a slow, gentle swirl of the blonde's hips. His eyes burned a path from Giovanni's face, down the slim line of his torso, stomach, lower, and then making the trek back north, drinking in all that pale skin as though he were a parched man gazing at an oasis. Though he was hardly 'parched' at all, he was no less eager for it, for whatever this young man of his had in mind.
Giovanni could feel his face heating up slightly under the other's gaze. The intensity of it, almost a scrutiny, even, made the breath hitch in his throat and his heart to beat faster, louder in his ears. The blonde shifted a little, looking almost unsure fo a second, from his position atop the shinigami, grazing his nails a little harder down Renji's chest, tracing the muscles and markings alike in a languid, unhurried way. Watching the redhead watching him.
Renji arched, eyes lidding heavily. Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, worrying it eagerly. "What are you going to do?" he hummed, the corner of his mouth twisting with mirth and something else. "I'd like to hear you describe it, in great detail~"
The blonde leant in towards Renji slightly, the nails diggin in slightly harder into the darker skin of the shinigami's as he leant his weight on his hands. "What do you want me to do?" Giovanni whispered, hot breath washing across the other's throat with every word, their chests only milimetres apart. He shifted slightly, slowly, oh-so-slowly rocking their hips together, eyes lidding heavily at the sensation. "Or I might just leave you here~"
A whimper choked its way from his throat, his body arching instinctively to meet the one atop it. And then he was sitting up, retrieving the bottle of lube where it had been abandoned. He folded his lover's fingers around it, and then raised an eyebrow. "I will be intensely happy with whatever you decide."
Giovanni looked at the bottle, then back at the redhead again, his expression sliding from amused to bewildered to something else entirely different again. "Oh?" His voice was nothing more than a low growl, mixed with a little purring sound at the end, a slow grin twisting the corner of his lips.
"I have absolutely no preference. If you'd like to fuck me again, if you'd like to be fucked..." A razor-sharp smirk formed on Renji's lips. "If you'd like to just get cleaned up and find something else to do..." The words were said nonchalantly, and the redhead rolled his eyes slightly. "If you'd like to cuddle~" he teased.
Giovanni let out another low, half-annoyed growl and leant in, cutting the teasing off midway as he pressed their lips together. "I think," the blonde finally breathed out against the redhead's lips after nipping down heavily on the lower, almost hard enough to draw blood. "I think I should quite like to try that again...?"
"Oh really?" Renji breathed, voice catching in his throat. "I think that the practice would be good for you. Especially from a different angle~"
"Mm," he was nuzzling at the other's throat now, his face heating up both from embarrassment (at what he'd said, and to actually follow it through-) and from the same slow burning heat that seemed to be coiling itself up his spine, the longer he was pressed so against Renji like this. "It felt good," an almos gasp of a breath, mostly because he was rocking slowly against the other again, the free hand scratching down a line along Renji's side, "you."
"It did," Renji agreed, beginning to breathe a bit harder, biting down on his lower lip to stifle a moan. He shifted a little, so that Giovanni was straddling only one of his thighs, so that he could wrap one leg around his lover's waist. He brushed his fingers against the hand he'd placed the vial in, eyes locked on brilliant blue, the quirk in his lips obviously mischievous.
The breath hitched again in his throat, Giovanni shifted slightly against the redhead to accommodate the new position, gasping slightly. The blonde met Renji's eyes for a few heartbeats, the eyes a shade darker than it had been previously, and leant back with another soft moan, shakily coating his fingers with the lube.
Afterwards, Giovanni moved forward a little again, his free hand going to rest on Renji's knee, pressing down to part the redhead's legs a little further. And there, he paused slightly, looking a little uncertain; after all, though he certainly knew how, knowing and doing were two very different things.
Renji didn't say anything, simply drinking in the sight of what his lover was doing, mouth going dry when the eyes met his for a beat. His grasp on control was so tenuous; he was so eager for this it was difficult not to begin just arching against the blonde, making a nuisance of himself in order to get what he wanted.
The blonde inhaled slowly, feeling perhaps even more nervous than he probably should have been, perhaps even more than had their positions been reversed. His hand tightened around the other's knee as he (eyes flickering up to Renji's face again, almost searching in the intensity of the gaze) hesitated, the tips of his fingers against the other's entrance, before he slowly, half-hesitantly pressed a finger in, a low moan tearing out from his throat at the feel of it.
The weak grin that had appeared on Renji's face in response to his lover's moan all but quivered and died at the feel of what they were doing, the intense expression on Giovanni's face, those eyes. He inhaled sharply and bore down slightly upon the finger, encouraging the muscles to accept the intrusion.
It felt so good, everything, all of this, and it wasn't just because of the sheer heat (seemingly trailing up his arm down his spine everywhere ) inasmuch as it was Renji, lying there, looking like that, letting him do this. Giovanni's eyes were fixed on the redhead's face, seemingly trying to memorize every single minute change in the other's expression, as he shifted slightly, slowly withdrawing his finger before plunging it back in equally as slowly, starting an almost maddeningly tentative pace.
And it was maddening, because he did not really need all that much preparation since they had already gone once already, and this was more for Giovanni's benefit than his own. Renji gritted his teeth slightly, stifling a low, growling moan as his hips rocked faintly with the blonde's rhythm, subtly trying to urge the young man a bit faster.
Giovanni was gritting his teeth too himself, his self control definitely waning considerably with the overload of sensations (how the other looked, felt, ohgod it felt so good sogood) and he added a second finger in with a little less hesitation than before, running the fingers of his other hand down the inside of Renji's thigh, a half-caress, half-twitch of nervous tension coiling tighter and tighter inside him.
Renji could do nothing more than moan softly, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers along the hand on his thigh, his other leg tightening faintly around his lover's waist. "I want you inside me," he finally choked out, arching hard. "Now..." The additional pressure of a second finger had only incited him further, giving him a taste of what he could experience soon enough.
Something in his gut clenched almost painfully (painpleasurepain almost an ache from the tension making his chest tight) at the other's words and Giovanni withdrew his fingers, almost shakily spreading some more of the lube onto his length. The blonde stifled a low moan as he shifted to position himself, his hands moving to grip Renji's hips tightly.
"Renji..." The eyes (almost completely black now, tiny beads of sweat matting the pale hair to his skin, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to bleed) flickered a little uncertainly and he hesitated for a fraction of a second, before slowly, smoothly, pressing in (and in and in and in ohgod--). Giovanni caught his breath only when he felt as if he couldn't go in any further, nails digging hard into the other's hipbones, the muscles, eyes sliding shut (clenching, really) tightly at the overwhelming feel of it.
The redhead's eyes rolled back into his head, a groan almost torn from his lips. Both legs wrapped tightly around Giovanni's waist, drawing their hips even more tightly together, his arms raising, reaching up blindly for his lover's shoulders. "Fuck that's good," he ground out, clinging fast to the blonde as he struggled not to thrust, waiting for Giovanni to start instead.
Giovanni gasped as they were brought even closer together, his hips jerking a little even without him meaning to. A low moan escaped his lips that was also almost a nervous cackle too (shivershudder lungs contracting heart beating frantically) and Giovanni shakily planted a hand on the ground next to the redhead, fingers digging into the grass as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh, god--" was all he could manage, as he started a rhythm of shallow, barely-there thrusts, eyes nothing more than slits, staring at the other's face.
"Deeper than that," the redhead nearly choked, the light thrusts not nearly enough sensation for him after the build-up, the feel of Giovanni stretching him. It was so much a more intense pleasure-pain than when their situations were reversed, and not only because it was his muscles that needed to accomodate. The anticipation was raw and all-consuming, needy and desperate, and Renji bucked hard and fast against his lover, urging him to thrust harder or faster or both.
And of course, Giovanni had no real other choice but to match his rhythm with the redhead's, the pace slowly becoming fasterharderhotter, everythinganything starting to converge into the coiling tightness at the base of his spine. A shuddering half-growl, half-whimper tore itself out from his throat as the blonde tightened his grip at Renji's waist, twistingraising the other's hips up just a little as he thrusted, eyes closing tight against the lights almost seeming to blind him.
That was just the ticket, really. The redhead clung to Giovanni like he was some sort of life preserver to a drowning man. "Fuck," he hissed, and then repeated the expletive a few more times, in various other languages, so quickly it was hard to keep track of them. His fingers scraped roughly and possessively along his lover's sides as he gave up on attempting to drive their rhythm faster, tugging the blonde against him harder, forcing the cock within him deeper, crying out hoarsely when it hit the core of him and reduced him to a convulsive, shivering mess of nerves and pleasure.
Giovanni barely had enough concentration left to breathe, his heartbeats pounding in his head and making what effort he made at breathing nothing more than shallow, harsh gasps. The other hand came to dig almost painfully around the jut of the hipbone as the blonde growled again, the redhead's shivers almost seeming to pass into him and making him shudder as well, though his movements did not slow down at all.
His body was moving almost instinctively now, the lights and the heat and the almost overwhelming sensations (the pressure around his length at every thrust, the fingers down his sides, his spine feeling as if it's melting) reducing him to near-incoherency, though the loud, harsh pants and gasps that left his lips may have been a sort of mantra, breathlessmindless repetition of the other's name.
It was the sound of his name that did it. It was too soon. Much more quickly than he should have, he was groaning his release in the long, rolling growl that was Giovanni's name pronounced as it was in proper Italian, if that Italian were not in his right mind, which Renji wasn't. He clung to the blonde, continuing to work his body in a counter-rhythm to his lover's thrusts, driving that length within him deeper, harder, even as it frayed his nerve endings, the sensations mind-blowing in the wake of his orgasm.
He was so close, so sosososososo so very close it actually hurt, almost uncomfortable, unbearable tightness low in his abdomen. A low hiss, almost a growl, escaped from between his tightly-clenched teeth at simply the sight of Renji, the blonde almost drinking in the other's expression, everything, as if the shinigami was his entire world. As the other spilled his release between them the heat and pressure built up to the point where he had to close his eyes against the whitehot lights going off behind his head.
At the sound (half-registered, barely recognized but when he actually did) of his name, said like that, Giovanni jerked forwards for the last time, nearly falling, it seemed, over the other's body, his hands moving to clutch(claw) down Renji's sides and the next minute he was letting out his own release, feeling almost dizzy and seeing his vision blur with the intensity of it.
Renji moaned softly, the sound almost pained, as the blonde's release filled him, the culmination of sensation that was already overwhelming. However, in spite of pleasure that was so intense it was nearly discomfort, Renji's arms lifted, encircled the smaller young man atop him, held him, demeanour no longer desperate, but reassuring, comforting, soothing. "Shhh..." he breathed, though he himself was still nearly shaking with the intensity of what had transpired.
The blonde simply burrowed close to Renji's form, still shuddering, letting out a soft whimpering noise in his throat that was mostly his system trying to recover from the whole event than anything else. Giovanni's hands ran up the other's sides again, this time more gently, almost apologetical in the way his fingers ran over the bruises and cuts on the skin.
Renji shivered, and it wasn't in pain, as those fingers wandered. He hummed contentedly and nuzzled Giovanni's throat, as it was the only bit of his lover he could easily reach without moving too far. "I hope you don't mind that I don't feel like moving," he murmured in a thick, throaty Italian.
Giovanni moved only a little to pull out of the shinigami, shivering again as he did so, before curling up close against the redhead again. He leant into the nuzzling with a deep sigh and blinked slowly, his gaze flickering to catch the other's expression. "No," the blonde purred out, tilting his head to press his nose against the other's temple, breathing in the sharp, distinct smell of Renji. "It's perfectly fine with me."
"Good," he breathed contentedly. "Grass is nice and comfortable. Even if you did just wake up, I think I, at least, need a nap."
"Mm, it is--" the blonde agreed, the tone almost bordering on drowsy himself, softly pressing his lips against the side of Renji's face and murmuring against it. "What, out here?"
"We're secluded, no one's going to come by any time soon, so why not?" Renji gave Giovanni a sleepy grin. "And I know you like the way the grass feels, too."
Giovanni's fingers trailed into the other's hair almost automatically, feeling the grass tickle his arm at the movement. An odd half-smile quirked the side of his lips as he simply burrowed closer to the shinigami, soaking in the warmth from Renji's body and letting out another low purr. "Well, in that case, I really don't have any excuses--"