The Renji, Rukia and Bazz-B Saga Continues

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The Renji, Rukia and Bazz-B Saga Continues

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Rukia: This is my boyfriend, Renji!
Rukia: pointing to Bazz B and that is Renji's Boyfriend, Bazz B.
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renji: lol babe bet u can't do more push ups than me bazzb: what did u just say 2 me
Truth be told, Renji had no idea how he ended up in this situation.
One second, they were fumbling around in the dark for the door and the next, Renji ended up tripping over his own two feet and bringing Bazz-B down with him. Itâd been unintentional, which was pretty obvious because once Renji felt Bazz-Bâs warm breath on his cheek, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He narrowly missed knocking heads with the Quincy, instead using his hands to lightly push at Bazz-Bâs shoulders. âSorry.â He mumbled, embarrassed - there was heat in his face, he could feel it spreading to his ears.
When Bazz-B didnât say anything for a few seconds, Renji opened his eyes ( he hadnât even realized heâd closed them in the first place ), and his eyes quickly adjusted to the dark. Bazz-B was staring right back at him, hands braced on the floor on both sides of his head. Renji was the one who didnât move when Bazz-B began to lean in. It wasnât anything new, but it still sent a small thrill through the Lieutenant, his breathing going shallower as he got closer, the small brush of lips enough to make him move upwards, pressing their mouths together more firmly.
Bazz-B was usually the one that guided the kiss, so Renji let that happen. He wasnât as good at kissing as Bazz-B was, he tried to keep pace and follow the Quincyâs lead, but he was probably a little more clumsy than heâd intended to be. He felt the Quincyâs lips curve upwards into a smile, amused and soft. Renji blinked, ââŠToo much tongue?â
The words were whispered a hairâs breadth away from Bazz-Bâs mouth. The Quincy was still smiling a bit, âNah.â Without saying anything else, he moved forward and they were kissing again. Renji inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in as much air as he could to prolong the contact ( and maybe to get some of Bazz-Bâs scent in too ). The reaction that came from him was sometimes surprising, Renji couldnât stop himself from gripping onto Bazz-Bâs collar, yanking him down towards him with a quick display of strength. At that point, he wasnât shy in showing how greedy he could get when it came to things like this and in reply, Bazz-Bâs mouth parted slowly against his - the soft swipe of tongue, his breath on Renjiâs bottom lip, the too-warm hand gripping at Renjiâs jaw, as if to open him wider.
Renji was panting by the time he pulled away, slightly dazed and trying to sit up more to get a better angle. In this position, his neck was beginning to cramp and it was better to be closer anyway. âGonna let me up?â His voice was breathy, more or less teasing the Quincy at this point. Bazz-B had a look in his eyes that Renji liked a bit too much, eager to see just how much more of a reaction he could get out of Bazz-B. With one more hard kiss to the corner of Bazz-Bâs lips, the Shinigami sits up, taking his partnerâs face in his hands and dotting a few sloppy kisses over the strong curve of his jaw.
The door was still open, but neither paid much mind. There wasnât much light within the room, the moon was hiding behind a thick cloud so Renji didnât blame Bazz-B much for clumsily lifting him a bit off the ground and using one free hand to searching for some type of support. Once he touched the wall, he pressed Renjiâs back into it. One leg thrown over Bazz-Bâs thigh, Renji could only lean up into the kiss when Bazz-B leaned back down - more impatient and overwhelming than before.
Renji didnât mind it. He never has. Bazz-B had this air to him, he never really seemed like the one to beat around the bush. One hand was pressed against the wall, the other sliding down Renjiâs chin, touching his jaw briefly and resting on his chest, right over his heart - Renji could hear it in his ears, it was probably beating embarrassingly fast. Grumbling against Bazz-Bâs lips, he muttered, âDonât you wanna close the door first?â
âKinda busy,â Bazz-B replied, voice gruff - breath warm and moist on his chin and then replaced by Bazz-Bâs lips, following a tattoo around his neck. He scraped his teeth there, and Renji jerked, giving a hard yank at Bazz-Bâs jacket, ignoring the feeling of a smile against his skin, âThere?â
Renji scowled, despite himself. Obviously. His face was already burning again, âNo.â A clear lie, âIf you leave a hickey, Rukiaâs gonna say something.â
âSo?â
âSo, my Captain might say something.â
âAnd?â
âAndââ
âHeâd probably be pissed that youâre actually gettinâ some and heâs not.â
Renji was fighting off a smile at that point - Bazz-B never really did censor himself. Tugging once again at Bazz-Bâs jacket, he mumbled, âHey, take this off already.â Obviously, Bazz-B didnât need to be told twice. Mouth still on Renjiâs neck, he pulled his arms out of the jacket, throwing it in some random direction in the dark room. Once Bazz-Bâs lips were back on his, Renji did the same, loosening his robes and pushing them off his shoulders. It was still an awkward position, but neither of them were particularly complaining about it, Renji attempting to press closer and Bazz-B working at the obi around the Lieutenantâs waist.
âSeriously,â Renji muttered, locking one leg around the back of the Quincyâs thigh, locking it there to try and gain some leverage. He didnât mind being under Bazz-B like this, probably had some type of weird addiction to it at this point, but it also grated against his nerves when Bazz-B took his time stringing him up like this, âC'mon, Bazz-B.â Impatient, he pulled at the Quincyâs clothes once or twice.
Bazz-B pulled back to regard him with a heavy look. Studied Renjiâs face, gave one more hard, slow kiss, and then muttered, âBed.â
.
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Renji tensed up.
Almost immediately, Bazz-B stopped and glanced at his face, âYou okay?â
The Lieutenant could only nod, his breath felt like it was stolen from him. He didnât think he would ever get used to fingers in his ass or anything, it was a weird feeling, definitely. And he tried his best to listen to Bazz-Bâs even breathing, relax his hips, everything he could possibly do to make it a bit easier. This would be maybe the third or fourth time theyâd done this, still fairly new and testing the waters. Bazz-B wasnât the type to rush Renji, he knew that, but it was still this almost overwhelming sense in him to want to please the Quincy as much as possible. After a few minutes, Renji got used to the steady pumps of Bazz-Bâs finger, only raising his hips slowly when Bazz-B pressed in another.
âThis okay?â
Renji nodded again, panting slightly, âYeahâŠyeah, itâs okay.â
Renji had never been interested in sex before Bazz-B. He was too busy, too focused, and most of all, too oblivious to any type of romantic feelings towards him. His main focus was his position, his time, and his friends. He wouldnât put any of that in jeopardy - well, that was before Bazz-B came along. Sometimes, what Bazz-B did to him, the feelings he induced without even intending to do so, it made Renji feel like he was going to melt. Subconsciously, he licked his lips, inhaling to try to and keep himself relaxed - the Quincyâs scent flooded his senses: musk, soap, sweat, and most important, a scent that could only be described as Bazz-B himself.
The muscles in Renjiâs legs tensed, one locking around the back of Bazz-Bâs knee when he felt a jolt go up his spine. It felt strange, but exciting. And Bazz-B was always sure not to hurt him. Whatever Bazz-Bâs fingers had brushed against inside of him, Renji immediately squirmed his hips down towards the feeling. It was just as last time. Bazz-B was watching him with dark eyes, lips slightly parted. His breathing had accelerated a bit, âFeels good there, right?â
Renji couldnât reply, he locked his jaw, attempting to keep any type of the sounds in. Between his legs, his erection was becoming stiffer, already slick in Bazz-Bâs other hand with saliva and pre-cum from before. The edges of Bazz-Bâs lips twitched upwards into a smile, and he tightened his fist around Renji and began to move. Eyes squeezed shut and muscles tensing, Renji couldnât help but push up into Bazz-Bâs grip - getting a bit too tight, but Bazz-B was well practiced in what Renji liked and how he liked it.
Once Bazz-B sunk his fingers in deeper, more confident in his movements, Renji inhaled sharply, reaching up and gripping Bazz-Bâs broad shoulder with one hand, feeling the muscles flex and how warm his skin was, so much more warmer than Renjiâs. Almost feverish most of the time. Liquid heat flushed through Renjiâs, the muscles in his stomach tensed, and he insistently spread his legs to try and accommodate Bazz-B even more than before - he was obvious with his reaction, he was impatient. When he spoke, he almost didnât recognize his own voice, breathy and strangled, âGoneâŠGonna cum, Bazz.â
Bazz-B nodded vaguely, he was currently focused on both hands working Renji over. He was really good at that. He leaned forward, dropping a kiss to Renjiâs chin, and then his jaw, curving around until he met his lips, âHold on for a second.â Renji gave him an irritated look, though it didnât come as intimidating. Bazz-B watched him, âDonât worry. Iâm gonna make this good, babe.â Of course he would, the Lieutenant trusted him on that definitely. Around Renjiâs erection, he tightened his fingers gradually, slowing down his movements, it was enough to make Renjiâs hips rise off the bed.
Bazz-B kissed Renjiâs knee, right on the small scar heâd gotten a few years back from a training session with Ikkaku. âRelax.â How in the hell was he supposed to relax? Renji is still new to this, he was used to spilling early. Sensations like that, all at once, were sometimes way too much. Still, he tightened his grip on Bazz-Bâs shoulder.
âOi, whatâre youââ He didnât expect to see Bazz-B bow down lower in front of him. And to feel wet heat envelop the swollen head. Renji released a few sounds, and a very loud curse, âFuck!â He nearly came off the bed, overly sensitive and ready to let go at any point. Insistently, he dug his foot into the back of Bazz-Bâs calf, locking his jaw and rocking his hips in time of Bazz-Bâs movements. âBazzâŠc'mon, Bazz-BâŠâ His voice was soft again, almost pleading. Air felt scarce, he didnât know if it was from his own reaction, or maybe Bazz-B was projecting again.
A swipe of his tongue, a twist of his fingers, dark eyes stayed locked onto his - he could barely see the red in them anymore. It only took a few more seconds, his orgasm was approaching quickly, and Renji dug his blunt fingernails into Bazz-Bâs skin as warning, âH-Hey, Iâm gonnaâŠâ Bazz-B was pretty relentless though, he knew what Renji meant, and still went down deeper, a low groan stuck in his throat, sinking a third finger inside of the Shinigami without warning. Something Renji was not at all prepared for, he couldnât keep in the strangled moan of his voice as he was spent, falling back limply into the futon.
Chest heaving, sweaty and tired, he distinctly remembered hearing Bazz-B removing the rest of his clothes. It really didnât seem fair that Renji was the one naked most of the time. Panting still, Renji opened his eyes to look at Bazz-B, ââŠYou swallowed?â
Bazz-B looked almost hungry with the way he was staring at the Shinigami, one corner of his lips kicking up in a teasing smile, âYeah. Why wouldnât I?â
âHeard it doesnât taste good.â
âHeard it, huh?â
âShut up,â Renji breathed, reaching over and gripping Bazz-Bâs hip to bring him closer, âJust hurry up anâ get over here already.â Really, he was almost as greedy as Bazz-B went it came to physical contact. Obviously, Bazz-B didnât need to be told twice. He was a warm, overwhelming presence inside of Renji, and definitely bigger than his fingers. But he was slow and gentle when entering, keeping an eye on Renjiâs reactions to make sure he wasnât hurting him. Renji scoffed at his look, impatiently lifting his hips to try and make the other slide deeper, âItâs fine, hurry upâŠâ
Bazz-B laughed, his breath warm against Renjiâs lips. He planted a kiss there, slow and burning, sending small bolts of energy down Renjiâs body, curling his toes. Keeping a tight grip on Renjiâs legs, he hooked one hand underneath his knee, spreading him more than before to get a better angle. Renji tensed at the change of position, but didnât protest. Once he bottomed out, the Lieutenant grunted underneath the Quincy, âOh, fuck me, man.â
âThatâs what Iâm tryinâ to do.â
Bazz-B went slow at first, he found a pretty easy rhythm that Renji had no problem adjusting to, and he kept brushing by Renjiâs prostate enough to send small jolts of pleasure through him. Once he began to pick up speed, Renji was eager to follow along. Bazz-B talked some in bed, and a lot of it wasnât exactly something Renji was used to - compliments, bucket loads of âem - and it sent a flush through Renjiâs system, travelling quickly up his body, burning his ears and face. He kissed him, feeling Bazz-Bâs hands pull the hair tie from the redheadâs hair, delving his fingers into the locks and keeping his face still to kiss him harder, deeper.
He was close again. Real close. And from how Bazz-Bâs thrusts became more urgent, aiming upwards more. Renji felt weightless, limbs light and heart thudding away in his ears. He was sweating more, Bazz-Bâs lips slanted over his again and again, and Renji kissed him back greedily, almost frantically and sloppy with how he tried to return the intensity. In reply, Bazz-B pressed them back down into the bed, his weight heavy and overwhelming and just how Renji liked it. His warm fingers traveled down the Lieutenantâs jaw, chest, stomach, and rested on the heavy weight between his legs.
It only took three or four pumps for Renji to be finished, spilling into his partnerâs hand and trying to reign in any type of embarrassingly loud sounds. It felt like the air was punched out of him, orgasm taking him by force completely. He was done before Bazz-B, just like Bazz-B always intended every time they got intimate, and once he was done, Renji yanked him down, kissing over his cheek, to his jaw, tasting the sweat there.
The air around them began to cool, Renji grumbled a bit - he felt sweaty and sticky, âYer heavy.â Bazz-B didnât reply, only pressing his face closer into Renjiâs neck, âBazz, I said youâre heavy.â
âYouâre perfect.â
The words were said quietly, so quietly that if Bazz-Bâs lips hadnât been right next to Renjiâs ear, the Lieutenant probably wouldnât have heard them. The flush was back, spreading all throughout the Shinigami and making him grumble even more. It was quiet for a few moments, both of their breathing evened out before Renji spoke up again, âI need a bath. Wanna come?â