#bazzren

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. It’d been unintentional, which was pretty obvious because once Renji felt Bazz-B’s 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-B’s shoulders. “Sorry.” He mumbled, embarrassed - there was heat in his face, he could feel it spreading to his ears.

When Bazz-B didn’t say anything for a few seconds, Renji opened his eyes ( he hadn’t even realized he’d 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 didn’t move when Bazz-B began to lean in. It wasn’t 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 wasn’t as good at kissing as Bazz-B was, he tried to keep pace and follow the Quincy’s lead, but he was probably a little more clumsy than he’d intended to be. He felt the Quincy’s lips curve upwards into a smile, amused and soft. Renji blinked, “…Too much tongue?”

The words were whispered a hair’s breadth away from Bazz-B’s mouth. The Quincy was still smiling a bit, “Nah.” 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-B’s scent in too ). The reaction that came from him was sometimes surprising, Renji couldn’t stop himself from gripping onto Bazz-B’s collar, yanking him down towards him with a quick display of strength. At that point, he wasn’t shy in showing how greedy he could get when it came to things like this and in reply, Bazz-B’s mouth parted slowly against his - the soft swipe of tongue, his breath on Renji’s bottom lip, the too-warm hand gripping at Renji’s 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. “Gonna let me up?” 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-B’s lips, the Shinigami sits up, taking his partner’s 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 wasn’t much light within the room, the moon was hiding behind a thick cloud so Renji didn’t 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 Renji’s back into it. One leg thrown over Bazz-B’s thigh, Renji could only lean up into the kiss when Bazz-B leaned back down - more impatient and overwhelming than before.

Renji didn’t 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 Renji’s 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-B’s lips, he muttered, “Don’t you wanna close the door first?”

“Kinda busy,” Bazz-B replied, voice gruff - breath warm and moist on his chin and then replaced by Bazz-B’s lips, following a tattoo around his neck. He scraped his teeth there, and Renji jerked, giving a hard yank at Bazz-B’s jacket, ignoring the feeling of a smile against his skin, “There?”

Renji scowled, despite himself. Obviously. His face was already burning again, “No.” A clear lie, “If you leave a hickey, Rukia’s gonna say something.”

“So?”

“So, my Captain might say something.”

“And?”

“And–”

“He’d probably be pissed that you’re actually gettin’ some and he’s not.”

Renji was fighting off a smile at that point - Bazz-B never really did censor himself. Tugging once again at Bazz-B’s jacket, he mumbled, “Hey, take this off already.” Obviously, Bazz-B didn’t need to be told twice. Mouth still on Renji’s neck, he pulled his arms out of the jacket, throwing it in some random direction in the dark room. Once Bazz-B’s 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 Lieutenant’s waist.

“Seriously,” Renji muttered, locking one leg around the back of the Quincy’s thigh, locking it there to try and gain some leverage. He didn’t 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, “C'mon, Bazz-B.” Impatient, he pulled at the Quincy’s clothes once or twice.

Bazz-B pulled back to regard him with a heavy look. Studied Renji’s face, gave one more hard, slow kiss, and then muttered, “Bed.”

.

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Renji tensed up.

Almost immediately, Bazz-B stopped and glanced at his face, “You okay?”

The Lieutenant could only nod, his breath felt like it was stolen from him. He didn’t 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-B’s 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 they’d done this, still fairly new and testing the waters. Bazz-B wasn’t 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-B’s finger, only raising his hips slowly when Bazz-B pressed in another.

“This okay?”

Renji nodded again, panting slightly, “Yeah…yeah, it’s okay.”

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 wouldn’t 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 Quincy’s scent flooded his senses: musk, soap, sweat, and most important, a scent that could only be described as Bazz-B himself.

The muscles in Renji’s legs tensed, one locking around the back of Bazz-B’s 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-B’s 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, “Feels good there, right?”

Renji couldn’t 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-B’s other hand with saliva and pre-cum from before. The edges of Bazz-B’s lips twitched upwards into a smile, and he tightened his fist around Renji and began to move. Eyes squeezed shut and muscles tensing, Renji couldn’t help but push up into Bazz-B’s 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-B’s broad shoulder with one hand, feeling the muscles flex and how warm his skin was, so much more warmer than Renji’s. Almost feverish most of the time. Liquid heat flushed through Renji’s, 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 didn’t recognize his own voice, breathy and strangled, “Gone…Gonna cum, Bazz.”

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 Renji’s chin, and then his jaw, curving around until he met his lips, “Hold on for a second.” Renji gave him an irritated look, though it didn’t come as intimidating. Bazz-B watched him, “Don’t worry. I’m gonna make this good, babe.” Of course he would, the Lieutenant trusted him on that definitely. Around Renji’s erection, he tightened his fingers gradually, slowing down his movements, it was enough to make Renji’s hips rise off the bed.

Bazz-B kissed Renji’s knee, right on the small scar he’d gotten a few years back from a training session with Ikkaku. “Relax.” 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-B’s shoulder.

“Oi, what’re you–” He didn’t 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, “Fuck!” 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-B’s calf, locking his jaw and rocking his hips in time of Bazz-B’s movements. “Bazz…c'mon, Bazz-B…” His voice was soft again, almost pleading. Air felt scarce, he didn’t 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-B’s skin as warning, “H-Hey, I’m gonna…” 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t seem fair that Renji was the one naked most of the time. Panting still, Renji opened his eyes to look at Bazz-B, “…You swallowed?”

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, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Heard it doesn’t taste good.”

“Heard it, huh?”

“Shut up,” Renji breathed, reaching over and gripping Bazz-B’s hip to bring him closer, “Just hurry up an’ get over here already.” Really, he was almost as greedy as Bazz-B went it came to physical contact. Obviously, Bazz-B didn’t 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 Renji’s reactions to make sure he wasn’t hurting him. Renji scoffed at his look, impatiently lifting his hips to try and make the other slide deeper, “It’s fine, hurry up…”

Bazz-B laughed, his breath warm against Renji’s lips. He planted a kiss there, slow and burning, sending small bolts of energy down Renji’s body, curling his toes. Keeping a tight grip on Renji’s 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 didn’t protest. Once he bottomed out, the Lieutenant grunted underneath the Quincy, “Oh, fuck me, man.”

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Bazz-B went slow at first, he found a pretty easy rhythm that Renji had no problem adjusting to, and he kept brushing by Renji’s 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 wasn’t exactly something Renji was used to - compliments, bucket loads of ‘em - and it sent a flush through Renji’s system, travelling quickly up his body, burning his ears and face. He kissed him, feeling Bazz-B’s hands pull the hair tie from the redhead’s 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-B’s thrusts became more urgent, aiming upwards more. Renji felt weightless, limbs light and heart thudding away in his ears. He was sweating more, Bazz-B’s 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 Lieutenant’s 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 partner’s 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, “Yer heavy.” Bazz-B didn’t reply, only pressing his face closer into Renji’s neck, “Bazz, I said you’re heavy.”

“You’re perfect.”