First Yaoi Fic!
First Yaoi lemon fic. Actually, it's my first lemon fic.
Okay, on with the fic!
Summary: Renji has a very good dream. Doesn't he?
Wet Dreams
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Ichigo whimpered in pleasure as Renji sucked on his neck, nibbling and licking. Renji grinned as he felt the boy squirm with a soft sigh. He slowly made his way up to the Ichigo’s ear, where he sucked the lobe into his mouth and chewed gently.
“Ya like that?” he mumbled into the boy’s ear.
“Mmmm…” Ichigo’s low moan sent a shiver down his spine. He clenched his fists into the sheets as Renji moved one of his hands under Ichigo’s shirt and brushed across the younger’s stomach and make his way up to his chest where he rolled a nipple between his fingers as he bit down on the boys’ collarbone and sucked, leaving a dark mark.
“Ah! Renji!” Renji grinned and shifted to claim the strawberry’s lips, slipping his tongue into Ichigo’s mouth, his free hand moving to stroke his side. One of Ichigo’s hands crept up and snapped Renji’s hair tie, gleefully delving into the crimson strands, the other wandering across his back.
Renji moved to plant kisses along his jaw before moving his mouth down to his chest. He paused to pull back and strip off his shirt, and lipped at the neglected nipple and bit down, causing Ichigo to cry out before he sucked softly. The hand that was toying with the other peak moved down to rub Ichigo through his pants, earning a gasp.
Renji stopped and pulled away, drawing an unhappy sound from the other, an adorable pout forming the strawberry’s face as he glared. The glare faded as Renji stripped off the last of their clothing and flashed a feral grin.
Renji climbed back onto the bed and straddled Ichigo, both of them moaning as the hot flesh of their erections rubbed against each other, relishing the friction. Ichigo lifted his hands and almost timidly started to explore his torso, fingers tracing his tattoos softly, lips and tongue following in their wake, pausing to tweak and nibble and lick his nipples. Renji moaned and leant down to kiss the smaller shinigami. They kissed almost lazily, nipping at each others lips. Renji sucked Ichigo’s lower lip into his mouth and chewed softly. Ichigo sighed softly in pleasure.
Renji pulled back to looked down at his lover and felt his groin tighten and the heat inside him coil tighter. Ichigo looked up at him, panting slightly with swollen lips parted, face flushed, his hair dampened by sweat and marks on his neck and shoulders and his eyes an whirlpool of emotion.
Mine. Renji was surprised by the sudden surge of possessiveness that flooded him. But he didn’t try to squash it. Instead he latched onto the side of Ichigo’s neck and suddenly his hips almost ground harshly again Ichgio’s.
“Oh God!” Ichigo arched his back with a low moan as Renji started to rock his hips. “…Renji…”
Renji grinned at the sound of his name of Ichigo’s lips. He started to rock harder against the boy, watching their erections, slick with precum, slide against each other. Ichigo whimpered, pressing a hand against his mouth and biting down to smother the noise. Renji reached down and pulled his hand away.
“I like hearin’ ya” he whispered, grinning. Ichigo’s flush darkened and his gaze slipped away. Renji smirked and licked his nose. Ichigo squeaked, his eyes snapping back to Renji’s. Renji pressed his mouth against Ichigo’s, tongue invading his mouth and exploring eagerly. Ichigo moaned.
Renji groped for the drawer next to the bed and pulled it open, searching. His fingers curled around a tube and he grinned against Ichigo’s mouth. He snapped it open and squirted the slippery contents into his hand. He dropped the tube on top of the bedside table and smeared the substance in his hand across his fingers, coating them thoroughly.
He pumped himself before he slipped his coated hand between Ichigo’s legs and rubbed a finger against his entrance. Ichigo tensed and fidgeted with uncertainty, apprehension and slight fear in his eyes as he made a small sound. Renji gave him a reassuring kiss, gently trying to soothe the boy. Ichigo relaxed slightly as he kissed back.
Then Renji worked his finger into the boy’s body. The warmth of his body tightened almost painfully around Renji’s finger and the redhead barely held back a moan as he imagined his hard member sheathed in that tight heat.
“Ya gotten relax or it’s gonna hurt” he told Ichigo.
“It feels weird” the boy complained.
“It’ll feel good pretty soon” Renji promised. Ichigo frowned and squirmed slightly, trying to force his body to relax around the intrusion. Renji eyed him then grinned as he scooted down his body.
“Renji? What are you…Ah!” Ichigo threw his head back, bucking his hips as warmth surrounded him. Renji smirked as he held Ichigo down with his other hand and ran his tongue along the underside of his erection, sucking the hard flesh, Ichigo’s hands burying themselves in his hair. His finger gently probed the boy’s body before he slipped another in.
“Renji…” Ichigo whined slightly.
“Shush” Renji whispered against the tip of his erection causing Ichigo to groan. “It’ll feel good. Trust me” He slid his lips back over the hot flesh.
Ichigo squirmed under Renji’s grasp before arching his back and giving a cry of pleasure. “AH!” He tried to rock his hips to recapture that sensation. Renji chuckled around his erection, knowing the vibrations would add to the pleasure. He stilled his fingers within Ichigo’s body.
“Renji!” Renji chuckled again and rubbed his fingers around his prostate, deliberately avoiding hitting it.
Ichigo whimpered in frustration. “Renji!” he almost wailed. “Hit that spot again!” Renji smirked and slipped a third finger in, teasing the boy. He played with Ichigo for a few more minutes, teasing the boy, coming so closer to sending white hot pleasure through him but just missing it before pulling his fingers out.
Ichigo whimpered weakly as Renji aligned himself, pulling slender legs around his body.
“Last chance. Ya sure you don’t wanna back out?” Renji wished he had kept his mouth shut at the look Ichigo gave him.
“You damn tease!” the boy hissed, locking his legs around his waist.
“I’ll take that as a no, ya don’t wanna back out” Renji mumbled as he pushed in. Ichigo gasped and arched his back with a weak moan.
“Renji…” he mumbled as the elder began rocking gently in and out of his body. He lifted his arms and pulled him down for a kiss.
“Renji, Please…” he mumbled against his mouth. “Harder…Renji!” the boy cried out as Renji obeyed, rocking against the other as he moved in and out. “Ah…ahh…”
Renji moved his hand and wrapped it around the base of Ichigo’s cock, preventing his lover’s orgasm as he changed his angle so that he would brush against his prostate. Ichigo gave a wail of frustration as Renji teased him, refusing to let him come and just barely brushing that spot.
“Please…Harder, Renji…Please!” he pleaded. Renji smirked and pulled out, leaving the tip on his cock in before ramming back. Ichigo threw back his head and howled with pleasure, bucking against Renji. Renji thrust into and out of Ichigo, keeping his grip around his cock.
Ichigo yanked him down for a desperate kiss. “…Close…I’m close…lemme cum…please, please, please, Renji, lemme cum…” he begged his lover.
Renji gave him a sweet kiss, moving his free hand to stroke Ichigo’s cock before releasing his grip and nailing an extra hard thrust to his prostate.
Ichigo screamed as he climaxed, pure pleasure crossing his face. His expression and the feel of his body clenching around him pushed Renji over the edge and he gave a long, deep groan as he spilled his seed into Ichigo’s body, stroking Ichigo to draw out his climax.
When it was over, Ichigo lay gasping, struggling to draw air into his depleted lungs. “God…Renji…” he muttered. Renji chuckled softly as he licked Ichigo’s cum off his hand and using the other to grab some tissue to wipe them off. When he was done he gently removed himself from his body and pulled Ichigo into a warm embrace. The boy sighed and burrowed against him, clinging to him and Renji nuzzled the top of his head.
“You okay?” Renji asked in a quiet voice.
“Mmm…bit sore but it was worth it” Ichigo gave a sleepy, content smile before giving a slight scowl. “But did ya have to be such a tease?”
“Sorry. Couldn’t resist” Renji grinned. His face softened as Ichigo yawned, lashes fluttering. He pulled the boy closer. “Go ta sleep, Ichigo. I ain’t going nowhere.”
Ichigo’s only reply was a soft coo as his consciousness drifted away.
Renji quietly examined the slumbering face and pressed his lips to his forehead.
“I love ya, Ichi” he whispered. “Ya mean the world ta me. Don’t ever doubt that” He nuzzled the soft orange hair once last time before following Ichigo to sleep.
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Renji’s eyes opened and he blinked blankly at the ceiling. It took him a couple of minutes to work it out.
A dream.
It was just another goddamn dream!
He was beginning to hate them. And the sticky dampness in his boxers.
The echo of Dream-Ichigo’s soft moans and cries hummed in his head and he flushed, hastily sweeping his gaze around the room. Renji was glad that Urahara had made his house fairly soundproof so it was unlikely that anyone heard him if he had been noisy.
:Been dreaming of the kid again, eh: Zabimaru’s voice rang out.
“Shut up” Renji snapped. “It ain’t any of your business!” Belatedly, Renji realized exactly how stupid that statement was.
:I’m a part of you. So anything that involves you is my business: Zabimaru paused. :Besides, your dreams are pretty interesting to watch:
Gah! What, are they your personal porn channel or somethin’? Renji growled.
:Or something. But you have been dreaming about him a lot:
Just lemme alone!
:Touchy touchy. You like the kid. Admit it:
Just leave me alone!
:Fine:
Renji scowled. Of all the people he had to fall for, he had to fall for a teenaged boy who was stubborn, reckless and insanely powerful. Great.
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Ichigo blinked his eyes open sleepily and winced at an unexpected pain.
Wha…when did I hurt myself there?
Yawning, he got up and slipped into the bathroom for a shower. Locking the door behind him, he turned the water on and started undressing. A glimpse of his reflection made him pause.
Frowning, Ichigo brushed his fingers against his collarbone. A dark mark stood out against the pale flesh.
That wasn’t there when I went to sleep… he thought, confused. A closer inspection revealed that his shoulders were scattered with lighter markings. Thankfully, all of them would be covered by his shirt.
He tried to remember when he had gotten it but all he could recall was crimson, strength, pleasure and a sense of being protected and loved.
I guess it doesn’t matter…
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